Is there some hope that senile progressivism’s days are numbered?
“Woman.” A word that didn’t need to be defined because its meaning was, until very recently, self-evident: “woman” is defined as a female with the XX chromosome and the only human being capable of having children.
Now Western nihilism in its worst form cancels it. It would be easy to dismiss these comic aspects of identity politics, according to which “what really matters is not who you are but which oppressed minority you belong to.” Exasperated existentialism is the dead end of a self-satisfied era. But if even the most banal question, “What is a woman?”, puts the system in crisis, then it means that the situation is serious, but that there is hope. Hope that senile progressivism’s days are numbered.
