Listen to this here, if you choose. It’s an interview with Filipina singer Charice Pempengco and Oprah Winfrey.
Charice’s main point: “my soul is like a male.”
How on earth would she know?
It’s not merely rhetorical. She’s a girl. How would she know what it is to “have the soul of a male?” Easy: she wouldn’t — couldn’t — have the slightest clue.
It’s just as patently ridiculous as if I were to say that I’m a woman. I’m a dude. How on earth could I possibly know?
Neither Charice, nor I, would have the teentsiest-weentsiest, tiniest, foggiest, littlest, ittiest-bittiest point of reference, except sheer guesswork, from which to draw the extremely dubious conclusion that we were anything other than the girl or the boy that we were born.
Why is this obvious fact, not obvious to everyone?
If you watch the video, you’ll hear the poor girl say something to the effect of, “When I was five, I watched a girl singer, and I felt, you know, different. It was then that I knew that I was gay.”
Really? Think of the sheer absurdity of that assertion. Needless to say, Oprah takes it perfectly seriously.
How did Charice’s feeling “different” automatically become: I’m gay? Maybe it was indigestion. Maybe it was nothing more than a passing thing. When I was five, I went through a phase where I wanted nothing more than to play with paper dolls. When my mother finally got me some, the phase lasted maybe five minutes more and was gone, never to return.
Who knows anything about the mature topics pertaining to life — especially sexual stuff — at age five?
Again, not a trick question and, again, a really easy answer: No one knows anything about the mature topics pertaining to life at age five. Who really knows things like that at age 55?!? We’re always questing after who, what and how we are.
My guess: Charice told someone about her “realization,” and met nothing but “affirming” support, which served to “prove” to her that her assessment — that she couldn’t possibly have known in the first place — was correct. Instead of simply passing through this damaging phase without being harmed, the support and affirmation help lock her into it.
After all, who doesn’t like to be told they’re right, and wise, and perspicacious when they’re five-years old?
The real point, though is this: when a woman tells you she feels like a man, or vice-versa, they can’t answer the simple, and obvious, question: How on earth could you possibly know?