A few years ago, acclaimed actress Ellen Page decided she was actually a man, after which she had her breasts removed and came out as "Elliot."
This was demonstrably unwell behavior by an obviously mentally unwell person. But none of us was aware of just how bad it really was:
Page started to crack. All of the self-hatred [she'd (corrected henceforth)] been pushing down for years — the discomfort she felt in her body, the anger toward those who'd told her to repress her identity — spilled out.
One night, she tried to knock herself out. Took her knuckles to her face and pounded over and over until bruises formed. For days after, she sat in a lawn chair on the porch, ashamed, her face sore. And then she heard a voice.
"You don't have to feel this way."
Got all that? By her own admission, Page was so gone she began punching herself in the face repeatedly, trying to knock herself unconscious. She then began to hear voices after sitting in a lawn chair on her porch for several days.
Well whaddaya know, within just a few weeks she "scheduled a Zoom consultation with a doctor" to discuss having her breasts removed. The procedure "was scheduled for November," just a few months away.
Just like that.
In a normal world we'd call this medical malpractice, a doctor agreeing to perform mutilative surgery on a woman with an obviously severe and crippling mental ailment. But of course the world we live in is no longer sane, not really.
So instead of being offered healing mental treatment and a path toward health and rationality, they just disfigured Ellen Page's body and she declared herself a male.
The consequences for this zeitgeist, for this wholesale abandonment of unwell people in favor of a trendy mental illness, are going to be too many to count. Too dang many to count.