At first I wasnât particularly inclined to watch Matt Walshâs documentary What is a Woman? I know the answer to that one already. Everybody
At first I wasnât particularly inclined to watch Matt Walshâs documentary What is a Woman? I know the answer to that one already. Everybody does.
A woman is someone who isnât allowed a final say on what a woman is. Pretending not to know this â that defining âwomanâ is incredibly complex and bewildering â is an age-old tactic deployed by non-women, usually in order to excuse treating us badly.Â
Are women fully human? Do they have souls? What do women want? Far greater men than the host of The Matt Walsh Show â Aristotle, Thomas Aquinas, Sigmund Freud â have tried and failed to answer these questions (they could always have asked an actual woman, but first theyâd have had to establish whether women can think, and then theyâd have been back to square one).
As Matt himself says at the start of his film, âI like to make sense of things. Making sense of females is a whole other matterâ, noting that âeven astrophysicist Stephen Hawkingâ was âcompletely dumbfounded by womenâ.
Even astrophysicist Stephen Hawking! Honestly, ladies, if the author of A Brief History of Time hasnât a clue what the hell we are, what hope do any of us have?Â
The thankless nature of the task may be why the twenty-first century version of The Woman Question has now been allocated to those somewhat lower down the male intellect hierarchy: Edinburgh fringe comedians, disgraced MPs, right-wing shock jocks, Owen Jones and Billy Bragg.Â
The proposal that a woman is anyone who defines themselves as a woman â and that no woman may say anyone isnât a woman â has led to a particularly unimpressive stage of the debate, one which can only be described as the Summa Theologica meets incels r us.Â
On the bright side, itâs clear the men are bloody loving it. If youâre left-wing, itâs your chance to put those TERFs in their place after years of having to âdo feminismâ as part of the right-side-of-history package deal. If youâre right-wing, itâs your opportunity to own all those feminists who suggested female bodies werenât inferior and that pink, fluffy ladybrains were a myth. As Walsh declares of his film, âthe movie makes utter fools of educated elite liberalsâ. Iâm guessing thatâs the point.Â
I confess to having known very little about Matt Walsh up till now. âIâm a husband, Iâm a father of four, I host a talk show, I give speeches, I write books,â he tells us by way of introduction. Hey, that sounds nice! Alas, a quick perusal of his twitter account shows that heâs the kind of renaissance man who tweets things like âfeminism is an ugly and bitter ideologyâ and ârapists love abortion. It helps them cover up their crimeâ.
Heâs also the kind of man who, should feminists show themselves to insufficiently appreciative of his recent woman-defining efforts, tells us we would ârather be a victim than win the fightâ and that we âjust want to sit on the sidelines and whineâ. Heâs been, like, getting death threats due to his challenge to contemporary gender mores! Would you risk that, eh, feminists? Whatâs anyone ever done to you, JK Rowling, you massive coward?Â
I first wrote about the problematic nature of a gender identity-based definition of women over eight years ago. Other women, such as Julie Bindel, were sounding the alarm far earlier, and with little support. I know weâre supposed to be eternally grateful to Matt for stepping into the breach. What a gent! As the Onion once put it, Man Finally Put In Charge of Struggling Feminist Movement (admittedly itâs a man who thinks feminism is an ugly and bitter ideology but hey, we canât have everything).Â
In any case, I gave in and watched Mattâs film, just on the off-chance Iâd missed something (more fool me; I read Gender Trouble on that basis, and look where thatâs got me). There was little in What is a woman? that I didnât already know from the work of feminists themselves, but thatâs no reason to discount it. Whatâs wrong with alerting the normies to the excesses of trans activism too?
Perhaps the most difficult thing about conveying the absurdities of extreme trans activism to anyone who hasnât yet encountered it, is that you either sound as though youâre making it up (usually in order to âstoke moral panicâ) or the person to whom youâre talking concludes you must have missed some essential point (it would indeed be horrific if teenage girls were having their breasts removed due to social contagion and âprogressiveâ institutions were cheering it on, therefore it canât be happening. There must be something else afoot).
One of the great things about Walshâs film is that he shows, first, that harmful things are indeed taking place, and second, that there is no hidden meaning behind them. The therapists, surgeons, academics and politicians to whom he speaks donât suddenly pull back the curtain and reveal, yes, this is the reason why it isnât total bollocks to claim that no one really knows what sex anyone is. That moment never comes (and believe me, Iâd have loved it if it had. Being a Known TERF is a pain in the arse).
Instead they say things like âa chicken has an assigned genderâ and that the word truth is âcondescending and rudeâ. Ha! Arenât liberals ridiculous? At one point Matt interviews someone who identifies as a wolf (or some other animal. I got bored and went to the kitchen for a biscuit at that point). Whatâs striking is that you sense his interviewees know on some level that theyâre bullshitting. Thatâs why a number of them end the interview early, citing Walshâs alleged bad faith as the reason why.Â
There are some genuinely moving sections to the film, such as the interviews with female athletes cheated out of prizes by the inclusion of males in the girlsâ categories. The contribution from Scott Newgent, a trans man deeply concerned about the impact of medical transition on young females, was incredibly engaging. I could have watched a whole film on Newgent alone, as someone clearly driven by both personal trauma and compassion for others.Â
So why, overall, did the film leave a bad taste? Am I just an âugly and bitterâ feminist, peeved that a man has come along and claimed a number of feminist observations as his own? Am I a purist, unwilling to accept any support from anyone whose views donât align precisely with mine?Â
I donât think so. The problem for me is that Walsh never acknowledges the role his own rigid beliefs play in creating and perpetuating the current situation.Â
He finds countless people convinced that the only way to avoid imposing harmful social norms on individuals on the basis of their sexed bodies, is to pretend we canât define said bodies or impute any social meaning to them at all. Yet he does nothing to suggest one shouldnât impose said norms, or that his own pink/blue fantasies of girlhood and boyhood might be leading those who donât conform to feel they are somehow âwrongâ.Â
âGive my son a BB gun and thatâs just about all the emotional support he needs,â he muses over a childrenâs party scene, all boys in blue jeans, all girls pink princesses. âMy daughter on the other hand ⌠Iâve heard people say that there are no differences between male and female. Those people are idiots.â
Hmm. I have three children, all biologically male, all of whom have played with dolls houses and worn dresses. Two of them have Frozen-style long blonde hair and Iâve never bought any of them a toy gun (nor have any of them asked for one).Â
According to Walshâs own gender ideology, Iâm on the slippery slope towards the erasure of any stable definition of âmaleâ and âfemaleâ at all. This is the mirror image of the absurdities of trans activism. Both Walsh and the people he interviews conflate sex difference denialism with the rejection of gender stereotypes. He thinks we should suffer the stereotypes; they think we should suffer the surgery. Feminists believe we shouldnât suffer either.Â
Thereâs a particularly grim scene where Walsh attends a Womenâs March, and delights in harassing female protestors who donât want to give a precise definition of the word âwomanâ. Much as this reticence frustrates me, too, I know where it comes from. The polarised politics of the day has told these women they must choose between denying their sex and accepting an anti-choice, conservative vision of what it means to be an adult human female. Itâs a vision Matt Walsh shares.
These women are caught between two forms of misogyny but to Walsh, itâs all âown the libsâ fun and games. This man is not on our side, nor will he win over the women he lazily misrepresents as not knowing whatâs good for them.Â
At the end of the film, Matt returns home from his gender odyssey to his waiting Penelope. She is, of course, in the kitchen, and happens to be struggling with a pickle jar.Â
âWhat is a woman?â he asks her.
âAn adult human female â who needs help opening this!â she responds. Got it, ladies? Heâll defend our right to exist as a sex class, as long as we can all agree itâs the weaker one.Â
In the end, Iâm just so fed up with the machismo. Last year I spoke to one of the founders of Womanâs Place UK, who told me sex-based rights will ultimately be defended best by those in it for âthe victory, not the gloryâ. The people, mainly women, often lesbians and women of colour, who do the dull, behind the scenes work of compiling data and challenging unfair practices one by one. The people who arenât seeking to reimpose other, equally oppressive beliefs about sex and gender.Â
It may be that What is a Woman? helps, by showing some still on the fence that the problem is real. Others, it may push in the other direction. Either way, women themselves wonât be thanked for their own hard work and significant risks.Â
After all, thatâs just what being a woman is.























