We Need To Talk...

There's a Man in the Ladies Room.

Whose house is of glass, must not throw stones at another.

-George Herbert (1640)

Yet, for many in the public eye, it seems throwing stones has become somewhat of an art form. That is not a judgment on them. Rather it is my attempt to understand my, admittedly limited, knowledge of human nature… because clearly George Herbert never had an X account.

Glass houses on the other hand, I know all too well. Hell, I built a 6,000 sq. ft architectural beauty that would blow your mind. It was a true labor of love, which I can't imagine putting in jeopardy.

as if their houses have bulletproof windows and fortified walls made of brick surrounded by a moat… with alligators… ooh, and a fence.

However, some in the spotlight do — some even manage to make it look effortless as they hurl contempt at people they've never even met. It’s as if their houses have bulletproof windows and fortified walls made of brick, surrounded by a moat… with alligators… ooh, and a fence. I mean, I suppose it’s possible. They could have — uhm, sorry... fawk no. I call bullshit.. That is simply not true.

Unfortunately, George Herbert's quote is incomplete. If I may be so bold...

George, hold my beer —

…and it is with glass, that all our houses are built.

-rewrite by Cam Gigandet

Aside from that rush of adrenaline, is it not fair to ask: Do you have a fucking clue how damaging and unproductive that is? I will let you in on a little secret. When anyone who disagrees with you goes silent — it is absolutely NOT because you have changed their mind. They’ve just accepted that some folks may be arrogant, condescending assholes.

I really hope this doesn't come off as an attempt to regain some moral authority. The reality must be that I quite simply have a much, much bigger... glass house.

What you have managed to do is write a road map to manipulate the system and bend society to your own will. I wonder what might happen if someone was shameless enough to follow your lead.

No relationship can survive without the ability to communicate. A pastime that seems lost on many these days.

Forgive me for stating the obvious, but the only solution is communication… of any kind; argue, debate, scream “fawk you too, asshole!” — then dust yourself off and get back in there for another round. How can we ever progress if we aren’t able to challenge one another’s ideas and allow for the best solution to rise to the top?

Not only is progress impossible, it leaves us with only one outcome — to forever hear exactly what we want to hear in the comfort of our own bubbles — every stupid thought we have, affirmed for our pleasure. I think we all know where I am going next.

Transgender Ideology...

Yep, we’re going there —

Feel free to buckle up, but please keep reading.

Especially if you are a mother caught in the grasp of this ideology... or for everyone else being asked to take an innocent little sip of the Kool-Aid.

As I said before, I have no room to judge anyone... the skeletons in my closet would start throwing stones inside my own fragile mansion. However, I believe I can help. Maybe — or, at least — I feel compelled to try.

Though I am of the opinion that good advice can come from anywhere, I also understand you have no reason to trust me or anything I have to say. But I have three reasons that just might change your mind. The first is that like you, I am a parent. The second is that I understand the kind of distress that makes the future seem inconsequential. The third is that I know something you don't know, something nobody will ever tell you because that Overton Window has been replaced with a barb-wired stonewall filled with snakes.

Thankfully, I've got thick skin, amazing parkour skills and I’m not afraid of snakes. However…! If I see one damn moth... you’re on your own. Kidding. This is too important. I'll fight that damn moth to the death to have this conversation.

Hmm, how do I Camsplain this to you?

huh?

Oh, Camsplain you ask? Well, it is just like mansplaining, only right.

See? We’re having a good time now, aren’t we? I know I sure am…

Okay. Serious time.

Who boarded up the Overton Window? And why? — No, wait, pause... you don't need to answer those questions. Let Cam splain... please — besides you couldn’t possibly know the answer. Unless — of course — you are a man.

For which I am.

And my name is Cam.

I love green eggs and ham…

Oh wait, shit. Wrong story.

Focus, Cam — damn.

Alright, look… I know what goes on in a man’s head… both of them — trust me. If you only knew the weird shit we conjure up in our sick heads, you might... I dunno, take a step back and reevaluate the situation when we exhibit strange behavior.

Men, the patriarchy that so many of you despise, will go to lengths you couldn't fathom, to fill an insatiable void that is beyond our comprehension. We will try anything: power, sex, money, control (or being controlled), drugs, pain, adrenaline and a few more darker desires that are inappropriate for me to write about let alone allow my family to read. Thankfully, most men learn self-control and have the discipline to use positive outlets to fill that void. I was too stubborn back then and rebelled against learning those tools, but in my defense, I believed that actors were supposed to be the rebels — I went to great lengths to fill that void and only ever managed to dig myself deeper into darkness. I do not recommend it -- well, maybe some of it.

In order to affect change in the world, both good and bad, having a natural ability to inspire others to follow you is a prerequisite: the general leading an army, the captain of a ship, the coach in every team sport, a handful of political leaders... and then, on the flip side, we have cult leaders, terrorist leaders and I suppose we can now add the leaders of transgender ideology.

Men.

All of them. Despite what they may claim. (yes, I know there are some exceptions, but doesn’t that only prove the rule?)

They were all driven to great lengths to satiate something most men struggle to even comprehend, but when given support and admiration, it can lead us to the moon... or maybe even Mars. However, when it is forced to live in darkness and grow unabated — it will become twisted, distorted.

Which is the result of a different movement, whose goal has shamed and isolated men leading to a rise in toxic masculinity, but we’ll save that enjoyable conversation for another day.

So, why did these men rally to shut the Overton Window?

Okay... a hypothetical -- knowing what you now know, let’s say I -- casually strolled up and slipped into a women’s restroom... it wouldn't even matter how sexy I looked, you would never scream -- “Oh my god! Aren’t you that one guy from that one movie!!! Can I get a photo?!?!” — No, you would be screaming for the police to come arrest the creepy pervert leering in the ladies room. Why? Because it is unacceptable behavior. and creepy...

I’d like to offer a warning for the graphic nature of the following paragraph. I have not yet learned the subtle art of sugar coating — sorry — the overt art of euphemisms… it is on my to-do list though.

Why then, does that unacceptable, perverse behavior magically transform into the pinnacle of what is good, courageous, praise worthy even, simply because I decided to voluntarily cut off my penis?

As I said... great lengths. Well, not their penises.

If you ask me, though I’m acutely aware nobody has, it seems logical to classify penis removal followed by a demand to freely enter women's restrooms as a very unique form of toxic masculinity. Knowing men, I can confidently say that if a man walked in to a public bathroom with one of my daughters inside, I would safely assume he is a predator and would do whatever it took to protect her.

Any father who disagrees with me on this is either a liar, a coward, or both.

I am sure the leaders of the trans movement will not appreciate my analysis of why they needed to shut the Overton window and silence dissenters. People often feel the need to justify their poor treatment of others by demonizing them. Creating monsters in their mind they can now destroy. Maybe, or...

Maybe it was never about silencing the opposition.

The real goal was about isolating a vulnerability they recognized in our humanity in order to live out their main tenet: cutting off their penises does not make them predators it makes them heroes.

That vulnerability…? The connection between a mother and her child.

They exploited this relationship to manipulate change on a massive scale.

First they planted the seed of confusion and self-doubt in children in the two places parents were absent… social media and schools. Once that seed had been planted it began to grow — into confusion at first — then unease and distress.

I can't imagine being a parent blindsided by a child’s rapid progression of gender dysphoria when they simply wouldn't have had a clue had that seed not been planted in the first place. It left parents overwhelmed and desperate for anything that would fix what they believed to be broken within their child.

Your child needed you and you needed a solution. Lo and behold!!! It arrived with a name designed perfectly for mothers in search of an antidote… Gender Affirming Care. That is an artful work of euphemistic genius.

How they managed to scare the medical community to get in line and give supporting studies, change definitions, and even disregard their hippocratic oath is a testament to the lengths they were willing to go.

Alas, mothers everywhere finally had a solution that doctors promised encouraging and positive outcomes… because they can obviously see into the future.

I will say, though some may not like it, I get it. If my child is in distress I want to be the hero that takes away their pain. I want them to know that Dad can fix anything. I understand how a mother could believe in something false just because she is so desperate for it to be true... an easy leap of faith when the people serving the kool-aid are our most trusted allies. Doctors.

Again... why? Well, thankfully, I still have my penis, so I can only venture to guess, but if transgenderism is a good and true path for your child... well, then it must be okay for the 40-year old man to go see the Doc to assemble his pussy... and not the good kind.

Oops, that was my first attempt at a euphemism — it still needs work. I swear — I was not trying to make a joke. Well, I was, but not out of disrespect. I was only trying to bring some levity to an impossibly awkward conversation that we must have — ugh, maybe I should just delete the joke —

Nah --

I am not a pussy.

I do have one question to the purveyors of this ideology; in four years what will you have accomplished for your movement? I suppose you have tacked a “T” on to LGB. But if you are going to ride their coattails, I would suggest not dragging them through the mud.

Said with love,

This is not Cam Gigandet