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University of Chicago Press (2000), Edition: 1, 282 pages
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We have read the stories of those who have "crossed" lines of race and class and culture. But few have written of crossing--completely and entirely--the gender line. Crossing is the story of Deirdre McCloskey (formerly Donald), once a golden boy of conservative economics and a child of 1950s and 1960s privilege, and her dramatic and poignant journey to becoming a woman. McCloskey's account of her painstaking efforts to learn to "be a woman" unearth fundamental questions about gender and identity, and hatreds and anxieties, revealing surprising answers.
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LibraryThing member AuntieClio
Such anger and bitterness at everyone. Such arrogance to believe that she is the only one in her life to suffer from her to choice to be a male-to-female transsexual. Such a victim.
At the age of 50-something, Donald McCloskey figures out that he's really meant to be a woman, and charges into the
I get that being an outsider, especially in your own body, is hard. And I understand that needing to change genders is a fearsome undertaking. I applaud and support anyone who makes this choice. But Dierdre McCloskey writes as though no one else should have difficulty with her choice and should just accept and love her as they had Donald.
She also spends a great deal of ink delineating the binary roles of men and women. Women are softer and more helpful and bored by sports. Men are egoistic, chauvinistic and only interested in cars and sports. Women automatically keep cleaner homes than men, who expect their wives to take care of them.
No Dierdre, as Donald you were those things. Now, as Dierdre, you have opened yourself to the others, while slamming the door on anything (except her profession) Donald.
I kept reading because the thought occurred that surely at some point she would just get over it. Finding yourself and being happy with yourself is indeed wondrous, but I kept asking myself, "Can we be done now?"
At the age of 50-something, Donald McCloskey figures out that he's really meant to be a woman, and charges into the
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fray. At almost every point he is challenged; by his doctors, the psychiatrists (she has especially brutal thoughts on the mental health care field), his family (who are bewildered and brutal), and colleagues.I get that being an outsider, especially in your own body, is hard. And I understand that needing to change genders is a fearsome undertaking. I applaud and support anyone who makes this choice. But Dierdre McCloskey writes as though no one else should have difficulty with her choice and should just accept and love her as they had Donald.
She also spends a great deal of ink delineating the binary roles of men and women. Women are softer and more helpful and bored by sports. Men are egoistic, chauvinistic and only interested in cars and sports. Women automatically keep cleaner homes than men, who expect their wives to take care of them.
No Dierdre, as Donald you were those things. Now, as Dierdre, you have opened yourself to the others, while slamming the door on anything (except her profession) Donald.
I kept reading because the thought occurred that surely at some point she would just get over it. Finding yourself and being happy with yourself is indeed wondrous, but I kept asking myself, "Can we be done now?"
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LibraryThing member SheilaDeeth
“Being a woman is what you do... not what your wear. Caring, watching, noticing.” So says Deirdre N. McCloskey, quoting lessons learned when she was still Donald. He contrasts “the self-deprecating style women use when charming others of their tribe” with “the boasting of my tribe.” And
I was an adult when I became an American. My husband and I forced a whole new world and culture on our children. There were times we wondered if family and friends would forgive us. But for Deirdre, the change is even bigger, and forgiveness can be hard to find. Doctors might easily offer a nose-job to woman who wants to change her face, but when a man wants plastic surgery to seem more womanly, the psychiatrists have to be called, and sometimes even lawyers. After expensive legal procedures (oh yes, we had those to become American) and stays in mental wards (we had none of those, but we did have to be physically examined to prove we were healthy), Deirdre finally embarks on a long series of operations. Insurance won’t pay, claiming she’s either ill, but not treatable, or mad and shouldn’t be treated. Complaining that “gender crossing is not a psychosis, and there is no medical evidence that it is...” Deirdre finally concludes “Identity is both made and not made,” while making for herself a very human, very normal new identity.
As an economist, Deirdre is well-established, multiply published, very observant and very learned. One thing I particularly enjoyed about this book was her recognition of differences between male and female points of view of economics in relationships. “People have two ways, exchange and identity. Men can grasp only exchange,” she says, illustrating her point with a lovely scene where a wife recites who gave her each ornament in the collection around her house. To a man they’re just items of property; to a woman they stand in for the friends who gave them.
The biggest surprise for me in this book was the author’s faith. I wasn’t expecting to see a connection drawn between finding gender and finding religion, though “rebirth” certainly makes sense in both realms. Faith does too; when he couldn’t imagine continuing as he was, Donald had the faith (and the money) to embark on his journey to Deirdre. While some readers might find it hard to imagine why, and some people of faith might find it hard to accept, Deirdre’s advice to “try to think of Jesus as a God of love” is wisely given and well-taken.
A fascinating, absorbing memoir, Crossing invites us to examine who we are, and how much we care for our neighbor, in the light of someone who learned who s/he was not.
Disclosure: I was lucky enough to get a free ecopy of this book.
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he realizes, like a New Yorker whose heart is really in the South, that he wants to be someone else.I was an adult when I became an American. My husband and I forced a whole new world and culture on our children. There were times we wondered if family and friends would forgive us. But for Deirdre, the change is even bigger, and forgiveness can be hard to find. Doctors might easily offer a nose-job to woman who wants to change her face, but when a man wants plastic surgery to seem more womanly, the psychiatrists have to be called, and sometimes even lawyers. After expensive legal procedures (oh yes, we had those to become American) and stays in mental wards (we had none of those, but we did have to be physically examined to prove we were healthy), Deirdre finally embarks on a long series of operations. Insurance won’t pay, claiming she’s either ill, but not treatable, or mad and shouldn’t be treated. Complaining that “gender crossing is not a psychosis, and there is no medical evidence that it is...” Deirdre finally concludes “Identity is both made and not made,” while making for herself a very human, very normal new identity.
As an economist, Deirdre is well-established, multiply published, very observant and very learned. One thing I particularly enjoyed about this book was her recognition of differences between male and female points of view of economics in relationships. “People have two ways, exchange and identity. Men can grasp only exchange,” she says, illustrating her point with a lovely scene where a wife recites who gave her each ornament in the collection around her house. To a man they’re just items of property; to a woman they stand in for the friends who gave them.
The biggest surprise for me in this book was the author’s faith. I wasn’t expecting to see a connection drawn between finding gender and finding religion, though “rebirth” certainly makes sense in both realms. Faith does too; when he couldn’t imagine continuing as he was, Donald had the faith (and the money) to embark on his journey to Deirdre. While some readers might find it hard to imagine why, and some people of faith might find it hard to accept, Deirdre’s advice to “try to think of Jesus as a God of love” is wisely given and well-taken.
A fascinating, absorbing memoir, Crossing invites us to examine who we are, and how much we care for our neighbor, in the light of someone who learned who s/he was not.
Disclosure: I was lucky enough to get a free ecopy of this book.
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Awards
Lambda Literary Award (Nominee — 1999)
Language
Original language
English
ISBN
0226556697 / 9780226556697