What a giant, extra-crispy bucket of stupid. Here’s what makes a woman: Intent.
Remember intent? It’s kind of a big thing in criminal law. It’s the difference between manslaughter and murder. We treat killing people very differently depending on the killer’s intent. Murdering for a life insurance payout? Very bad. Manslaughter with a car? No biggie. Killing an enemy in war? Laudable.
Point is, intent matters, in this and lots of other ways. So if a person intends to be a woman, she is a woman.
(And, yes, if a hen could conceptualize and express intent to be a human woman, I say that we should consider her as such. Shit, The Android Who Wants to be Human is a well-worn sci-fi trope, so why not a biological organism, too?)























Nah, Kermit has to play Wesley to Miss Piggy’s Princess Buttercup. I’d keep Andre the Giant. Or maybe Fred Savage. Statler and Waldorf would of course be the grandfather(s), and the Swedish Chef as Miracle Max. Oh, this could be good…