Recently, somewhere in the winter wonderland of Michigan, a woman was dressing or undressing in the Planet Fitness locker room when a man strolled in. The woman complained to the front desk. The woman was expelled from Planet Fitness for violating its policy of being a “judgment-free zone” ( http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/03/09/planet-fitness-transgender-member_n_6833458.html ).
“We are canceling your membership for your inappropriate response to the transgendered woman–” in plain English, the man–” in the women’s locker room. You rendered a moral judgement! Don’t you know there are no judgments allowed around here? What are you, a moron? Or just an evil transphobic enemy of the people? Judgment, judgment–we judge you guilty of being judgmental!” (Head spins around, 360 degrees, and the speaker levitates off the floor.)
Call it a logic-free zone, a decency-free zone, a truth-free zone, or anything you want; but one thing you can’t call it is “judgment-free.” Planet Fitness is up to its armpits in value judgments, all of them corrupt and wrong.
Its policy calls for any member to be able to use any and all spa facilities “based on the sincere self-reported gender identification.” Sincere? How the hell do they know who’s sincere and who’s not? Could it be they have to make a judgment call?
Being a walking abomination, a lost soul, a fractured mind, is laudable, worthy of respect or even applause. Objecting to it, in any way, is wrong, worthy of being kicked out of the club. Gee, you’d swear Planet Fitness was judging one moral vision to be right and another to be wrong.
There’s an awful lot of judgment going on in that judgment-free zone.
I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty thoroughly appalled by the dazzling speed with which this particular abomination has come to demand acceptance by our whole society. Suddenly “transphobia” is a brand-new crime, sin, wicknedness that no one ever heard of until two or three years ago.
Kill the culture, and the country dies.