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sour grapes

I would hate to have this happen to me: to have my life's work be peer reviewed, found to be lacking and then find myself relegated to social media defending it in a last gasp effort to retain legitimacy. This is what has happened to Ray Blanchard and I almost feel bad but then, when I consider the intent behind the effort, I don't.

You see, there is sufficient evidence in the form of tweets and interviews that reveals a clear disdain for transgender people and yet, despite his persistent efforts, we continue to thrive and gain more positive notoriety as time goes on. The reason is simple: we are nice people who just happen to be different. We are not deviants or perverts and, for the most part, we are highly intelligent. Some have found that our average IQ exceeds that of the general population.

So yes, Blanchard's last gasps on Twitter strike me as a way to at least not lose whatever few converts he has. The problem for him is that, as more people get to know us, the less palatable his work becomes because it contradicts the hard evidence of living next to us day in and day out.

In the end, Blanchard 's work will end up in the public record next to theories like nymphomania; curiosities that remind us how misguided we could be during a time in our history and there's nothing wrong with that as there are plenty of misfires on the road to scientific truth.

I like to call this last ditch effort to discredit us 'sour grapes'. I wonder what he likes to call it.


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