Woke God-complexers abound, and the rest of us are sick of them
Progressive elites drunk on self-ordained power curb our freedom to do what we want in the privacy of our own heads
I was at dinner recently with a colleague and two PhD students. The latter are brilliant young women, very hard working and, as you’d expect of twentysomething students interested in gender and race, extremely right-on.
Inevitably, over (admittedly delicious) vegan stew, conversation turned to a series of gender awareness workshops we were all encouraged to attend to boost our handling of transgender issues. I casually announced that workshops like that give me the creeps, since they had nothing to do with my ability to do good work. Moreover, as an intelligent, decent person, I was entitled to see these issues as I saw fit and had better things to do with my time than be hectored.
I was surprised at the response: serious disagreement and a passionate defence of such workshops being mandatory. I felt the now-familiar chill of looming Orwellian dystopia; the sense that any remaining freedom to do what we want in the privacy of our own heads is fast disappearing...