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NO TWO ALIKE: WHAT’S WRONG WITH XX AND XY?   6 comments

The creator makes no two humans alike, but, if one chooses to think in terms of the Holy book, then it’s important to note that the hairs on each of our heads are counted and known, indicating that each of us is a treasured product of creation. If I’ve understood the holy writings correctly, no one is rejected by the creator for being imperfect. 

Or, maybe like the potter whose bowls all have the stamp of approval, not one is recognized as perfect, but each is recognized for its particular value – even its peculiarities.

We humans don’t particularly like that truth as we try to impose dichotomies like good/bad, worthy/unworthy, normal/abnormal, Republican/Democrat, even male/female. But that misleading convenience can lead us into a cruel trap. Why? Because it just plain isn’t accurate. And no human being has the Godlike authority to make it true by declaring that only two sexes, male and female, will be legally recognized.

I personally am most comforted by, even fascinated by, science — the ability given to us by whatever is our creative source to think and carefully study the product of creation. So I question friends with more knowledge than mine (like Dan Ress), and I read. Right now I’m on page 92 of Adam Rutherford’s A Brief History of Everyone Who Ever Lived:The Human Story Retold Through Our Genes. No, I couldn’t possibly pass a test on the content that’s passed through my brain in those 92 pages. What I have learned is that truth is infinitely greater than our feeble human desire to simplify. Like the awe I feel when I read the more-than-I-can-remember content shared by Neil de Grasse Tyson’s Astrophysics for People in a Hurry. But then there’s an area where I do feel a degree of competence – human personality.

In teaching the psychology of women, I loved learning of the many hormonal response stages of fetal development where things can vary from dichotomous expectations. But these days there is a general enthusiasm for one particular measure of human genetic variety, the X and Y chromosomes. The assumption seems so conveniently simple, there are only two possible beginnings, XX or XY, one developing into a female and the other a male. Those in authority even take it on themselves to declare that those are the only two legally acceptable gender indicators  — male or female — anything else being a “hoax.” Taken a step further it’s convenient to conclude that one born with an XX combination is unequivocably a female and an XY is male. 

But wait! The creator has given us much more variety. Here’s a list of survivable combinations: XO (a single X), XXY, XXX, XYY, and everyone’s favorite XX or XY. Notice there is no survivable YO or YY combination. That’s because the Y chromosome doesn’t have enough genetic material to support life. It has a very important function though — to create male reproductive organs and secondary male characteristics by having its signals recognized at the appropriate time in fetal development. Occasionally, though, things don’t work out in the usual way and the responsible gene, probably the SRYgene, moves off its intended chromosome. In that case the XY person develops with no scrotum, no fully descended testes, even a vaginal canal. Identified at birth as a female, the XY person has the appearance and mind of a female, grows up as a female, and, to all intents and purposes, is a female, and is still a female after some dedicated chromosome detective discovers the XY source only when some authority deems it necessary to do the test. The problem lies in the reliance on that XY method of measuring gender, ignoring all the other measurement options that define her.

This is just one example of the problem of getting stuck on one dichotomous assumption that fails to appreciate the complexity of humanity. Actually I feel sorry for the folks who choose the simplistic either/or gate beyond which they don’t want to go. There’s so much fun and excitement to be found on the complex other side.

GRATITUDE   10 comments

This morning I woke up in the same bed I’ve enjoyed for many years, under covers of just the right weight and temperature. I expect to return to the same comfortable bed tonight. I did the lying down exercises I had been taught back in 2015 after my accident — physical therapy lessons, like all other treatments after the crash, covered by insurance. I lolled in bed for a while playing some games on my cell phone and checking emails, knowing I didn’t have to worry about the battery running low, because I’d be plugging it in as soon as I rolled out of bed, into an outlet that I was sure would provide the juice to recharge.

Once I was up I did more of my exercises accompanied by the local TV station emanating from an old but perfectly fine set nestled in my bedroom cabinet where other shelves and drawers house my supply of clothes from which I would chose todays outfit. (comfortable but not fancy – still pretty much confined to my sunny senior apartment, protected not only from the weather, but – more important – from the virus.)

Eventually I turned on my shower, confident that nice warm water would emerge from the shower head, allowing me to enjoy soap that I have in sufficient supply, aided by a washcloth and later a drying towel which I can keep clean in the washing machine in the laundry room.

And then breakfast, an adequate supply of nuts and fruit and eggs kept fresh in the refrigerator next to the stove on which I was confident I could cook my egg because the burners would turn on as soon as I dialed the appropriate knob.

Finally to my computer which usually responds to my command, like the other appliances that have enjoyed the adequate supply of electrical power.

Pretty standard stuff, unless you do – as I do every morning – think of the people who don’t have these things. No guaranteed source of power, maybe because no guaranteed place to sleep and eat, or maybe because where they live power is sporadic. Maybe no assured fresh food or warm water – even clean, pure cold water – ready on call. No insurance available to keep healthy teeth and bodies. So many people who don’t have these things I take for granted every day. Yes, I am filled with gratitude – and also pain for all those who suffer.

The other side of gratitude is awareness. Without both, life would be pretty empty, I think.

Just my ruminations on living another normal day – normal for us fortunate ones.

Posted September 28, 2020 by Mona Gustafson Affinito in Uncategorized

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I CAN’T MAKE UP MY MIND   4 comments

AM I GLAD I’M ON MY WAY OUT AND ANXIOUS TO GO? OR AM I SO FASCINATED I WANT TO STAY FOR A VERY LONG TIME.

The day is dreary. I need to turn a light on just to read. And I fall asleep to make up for what I lost last night remembering how my family was hurt by a friend who turned on us – an old hurt long handled but insistent on returning with full force every once in a while.

And then I open my favorite magazine, YES, page 11 to be exact, and I find an article whose point is summarized as follows.

“ … The pandemic is a crucible burning away and altering the structures that comprise the old paradigm, remaking who and what we are. When we emerge, we will have crossed a permanent threshold, from which there is no return, because there is simply no more “normal” to which to return. The question before us is this: As we pass through the threshold, will we extinguish everything in our desperation to cling to a past that has run its course? Or will we recover the courage to embrace the strange uncertainty of a different paradigm? …

“Only the choice that considers all and not a few will get us across the threshold into the crucible, and through the portal to the other side. Many of us are already taking that leap. We are stronger when we take it together. I’ll meet you there.”

So here’s the question I ask myself. Do I want to live through the turmoil that’s sure to come? Or do I want to be around to see the world where polluted skies, homelessness, hunger, racism, prejudice, injustice, destruction, and an unfair health system go out of style as we move to a world where children – all children – can grow with joy, health, confidence in the future, and happy success?

I guess my best evidence is my reaction when my Acura was flying through the air on its way to a hard landing back in 2015. I was just plain fascinated with what was happening even though a part of me knew I could well end up dead.

I guess I’ll choose to hang in as long as the cosmos will let me

THE COSTS OF WAR   1 comment

And every rise in the curve represents another person — indeed, another family — with a lifetime of suffering.