He writes: …even if you don’t know a lot about gender issues, you have to realize that a man driven to live his life as a woman, a fact which he can’t expose his children to is a pretty sad story. In fact, it’s likely that his desire to be a woman caused him to become divorced meaning he can only see his children on a limited basis.
To be clear, we don’t find the topic of cross-dressing itself all that hysterical. We lived downtown for 15 years and, over time, barely mustered a second glance toward some of the city’s more outrageous transvestites.
What makes this stuff entertaining is the juxtaposition: a cross-dresser in the Village is one thing, but a cross-dresser on the White Guy Express — a commuter train packed with six-figure male clones heading out to Greenwich and Chappaqua — is a different story. It’s Jeremy Shockey at the ballet, Michael Stipe at the rodeo.
Maybe we’re both right — it’s both funny and sad.