I particularly hate this one, where he comes right out and says he’s doing it to taunt and upset:
I’m looking for an entirely new group of ideologues to enrage. What word should I disambiguate next?
A few hours before that he was pretending it was about critical thinking and being able to revise one’s views:
The more disturbed one is by a word’s disambiguation, the more likely it is that one’s position is not subject to revision.
There’s more where that came from; his Facebook posts are all public.
I wouldn’t care, except that a number of atheist or secularist bigwigs have touted him as another Highly Valuable atheist bigwig. Nuh uh. Atheism doesn’t need any more people who pride themselves (pride themselves, geddit?) on being assholes about LGBT people or women or people of color or anyone who has the bad taste to be marginalized in any way. Atheism needs fewer people like that, not more.
Greta has an excellent response to him.
You know, I really thought that in the atheist community, we were past this. I really thought that in the atheist community — despite some of the horrible racism, sexism, misogyny, anti-feminism, and ferocious opposition to social justice we’ve been seeing — we were overwhelmingly pro-LGBT. I really thought that, with the exception of a handful of nincompoops who we overwhelmingly disavowed, we understood the deep religious roots of homophobia, biphobia, and transphobia, and that we understood that fighting this bigotry was part and parcel of our fight against religious oppression. I really thought that no widely-read, widely-respected atheist author would be making ignorant jabs at LGBT people and LGBT culture, and posting snide, hostile, hurtful, “just asking questions” questions about us in public without actually bothering to ask any of us beforehand.
I know. This is what I was saying the other day. I keep being surprised that we’re not past this.
So Greta spells it out for him.
LGBT pride does not mean being proud of having been born lesbian, gay, bisexual, or trans.
It means being proud of having survived.
It means being proud of living in a homophobic, biphobic, transphobic society — a society that commonly treats us with contempt at best and violent hatred at worst — and still getting on with our lives. It means being proud of flourishing, in a society that commonly thinks we’re broken. It means being proud of being happy, in a society that commonly thinks we should be miserable. It means being proud of being good and compassionate, in a society that commonly thinks we’re wicked. It means being proud of fighting for our rights and the rights of others like us, in a society that commonly thinks we should lie down and let ourselves get walked on — or that thinks we should be grateful for crumbs and not ask for more. It means being proud of retaining our dignity, in a society that commonly treats us as laughing-stocks. It means being proud of loving our sexuality and our bodies, in a society that commonly thinks our sexuality and our bodies are disgusting. It means being proud of staying alive, in a society that commonly beats us down and wants us dead.
Is that really so god damn opaque that Peter Boghossian couldn’t possibly have figured it out, or understood if he’d really asked people to explain it to him? Really asked, not pretend-asked for the sake of sneering.
Simon Frankel Pratt gave a similar explanation on my FB wall on Thursday (and gave me permission to quote him when I asked):
I am not some sort of queer theorist extraordinaire here, but my understanding of pride, and my experience of it as a gay man who has marched in the odd parade and the like, is that it is about celebrating ‘being’ gay (in the broadest sense; this shouldn’t exclude lesbian, bisexual, or other queer persons). In the performative sense. Gay as something you do, rather than as a trait of an entity. There are performances, symbols, and subcultures associated with being gay, and they have emerged in the face of structural oppression and through personal and communal processes of growth and self-acceptance.
All that stuff people do at Pride reads like a veritable list of accomplishments, many of which are by previous generations whose strength, often quiet but thankfully often quite noisy, has made it possible for people like me to basically live without facing any significant discrimination.
I do hope Boghossian’s ravenous intellectual curiosity will be satisfied on this point before too many more outbursts.
(This is a syndicated post. Read the original at FreeThoughtBlogs.)