The discussion on transgender rights has come on hard and fast and with a ferocious urgency. Those same GenXers and Boomers who discovered the Internet after Zuckerberg wrapped it in a bow grew up laughing at Monty Python's "no poofters". Charlie Daniels died two days ago and every obituary brought up "Devil Went Down to Georgia" and none of them brought up "Uneasy Rider '88." I mean, here's me throwing Paul McHugh into the mix because I read him in the Wall Street Journal. Here's Psychology Today doing the same four years later. I think at the time I was indignant that I could now be lambasted for not knowing the term "two-spirit" (or that it's what the asterisk stood for in "LGBTQIAK*" for a hot minute) when before I was considered enlightened for knowing a little about the subtle intricacies of life as a berdache. At the time? You were doing ethnic studies. Ten years later? You might as well say "niXXer studies." And the problem is, the language needs to change and the attitudes need to change but the people trying the hardest to champion usually end up being the ones being corrected the most because they're willing to put in the work.

coffeesp00ns, wherever she is, did a yeoman's job of not rubbing my nose in "you just quoted a guy attempting to erase my identity in the WSJ" and I've been forever thankful for it. There are millions of people who sat in theaters and laughed as Crocodile Dundee embarrassed a drag queen on the big screen and there are millions of people who will argue to the death that everyone who did so should have known then what horrible prejudicial people they were.

And those people will never convince each other of anything.