The Giggle Appeal

A devastating day for Australian women.

I’ve been on a mission for a few years. Early on in the gender wars, I saw that the Australian Labor Party, my own party by upbringing and history, was lost. I have told readers that my working-class mother saw that things started to go wrong with Whitlam. According to the wisdom of Audrey, Whitlam was “too middle class” and was unable to temper his reform zeal, driving the party into a ditch.

With Audrey’s ever-present voice in my head, I knew before many others that the Labor Party could not be reformed away from the progressive ideology package it had purchased from the United Nations. Whether the Labor Party know it or not, when gender identity as an ideology and policy direction crashes, and it will crash, the Labor Party will crash with it; they cannot leave the ship. It’s on full display already in the UK.

The only choice the conservatives will have in Australia is to jump off the political millstone of trans ideology or sink with it.

Ultimately, the Australian population are never going to be convinced that human sex categories, the two human sex categories of male and female, are not real. Nobody believes that these sex categories are not real, and are not the basis for the human rights of female people that have been structured into the law and society, particularly provisions for females to protect their bodies and the bodies of their children from men.

The mission that I speak of has been to write essays for the conservatives, explaining in plain language, in the classic liberal tradition, why gender identity in law is unsustainable alongside women’s rights. Ultimately, a choice has to be made, and women are not going to allow themselves to be erased.

As it stood, when I started writing, women didn’t understand that they were being erased. My mission was to try to convince conservatives to pick up working-class and female votes, which were going to be ripe for the taking, when people realise what Labor has done to women’s rights.

Today in the Federal Court of Australia, all the things we said would become law, became established in law. By refusing the appeal of Giggle for Girls V Tickle, the Australian Federal Court established that women in public life and business are not legally permitted to make a procedural boundary between women and men who say they are women, in the glorious Commonwealth of Australia.

In thousands upon thousands of words, I’ve tried to explain to people the devastating consequences of disconnecting women’s legal status from female bodies.

Today I feel tired of it, bored of saying the same thing, sick of creepy men stalking my social media trying to shame me for demanding the right for women to be allowed a legal boundary exclusive of men. I’m sick of talking about rape culture and dicks and vaginas. I’m sick of reading legal judgments by lawyers and hearing the stupidity of politicians. I’m sick of men’s rights activists. I’m sick of handmaidens.

I am not going to write an article for The Spectator with my ongoing wisdom, about the Giggle decision; I haven’t got the strength. I don’t even think I’ll do a legal summary here because others are covering this issue adequately. Believe it or not, we have seen progress in the last few years, and I’d like to think I’ve been part of that.

I’m working on a project that should see the light of day in the next few months, that will be about celebrating women, and women’s rights, and women in politics, and hopefully will make a useful contribution to the movement. But for now, I will write here of my absolute grief and devastation at what has happened to women’s rights in Australia.

Audrey loved to be right, and right she was about her beloved Australian Labor Party. Today, Labor had its grave dug for them, and they don’t even know it. I won’t be jumping to One Nation, I know many will. I hope the Liberals can step up, but if they do or they don’t, my words on the issue are spent for them.