The Women’s Equality party deserves its fate

Of all the grotesque modern types who cast a silly-yet-sinister shadow over the dog-days of Western civilisation – the Queers for Palestine, the Jew-baiting anti-racists, the humanity-hating eco-nuts – the Transmaid has a special step of shame very near the top. The Transmaid is a handmaid, like in Margaret Atwood’s novel, with two vital differences.

Transmaids often curry favour, not with regular men – indeed, they may often think of themselves as feminists who hate the patriarchy – but with men who say they are women. This means they do not really practise feminism at all, but something I call ‘Frankenfeminism’ which, whatever the intention, ends up gratifying men and degrading women. A Transmaid may get cross about the high level of violence against women and the pathetic police prosecution of rape (now practically ‘decriminalised’ according to the victims’ commissioner, Dame Vera Baird), but in the next breath suggest it’s fine for a rapist to be housed in a female prison, if he decides he wants to be called Karen, not Kieron.