Well I still don’t know what a woman is, and I’m proud to say so

YESTERDAY’S Supreme Court decision means nothing to me. I still have no idea what characteristics could possibly constitute a woman, and I’m proud of it.

The ‘unanimous decision’ of these out-of-touch judges that ‘woman and sex refer to a biological woman and biological sex’ has only confused me further. What could they possibly mean? Ambiguous much?

The fact is when someone says the word ‘woman’ to me, my mind is a complete blank. ‘Sorry?’ I reply. ‘Could you be more specific?’ And I’m hardly alone in that.

Are women mere biological entities, reducible to the sum of their parts: breasts, cakes, tops from Jigsaw? Of course not. There is much more to them. Some are even philosophers.

Have I met a woman? Am I attracted to women? Am I a woman? No idea. And I never will until someone comes up with a definition of ‘woman’ that makes sense. I’m not holding my breath!

I have, I concede, met some people who say they’re women, so they must be. But I’ve also met people who say they’re not women, and I strongly feel that’s wrong and told them so.

Nobody should be able to say what is or isn’t a woman. Because, as Professor Stephen Hawking said, ‘Women are a complete mystery.’ If the man who unravelled black holes doesn’t know, who does?

Woman? Man? We’re all just amorphous blobs to me, indistinguishable in every respect, none of us bearing any traits which might distinguish us from each other. And if you were honest, you’d say the same.