Oh WHEW, I am SO relieved, because you know, I lie in my bed every night tossing and turning and worrying about the transgendered in this country and whether they're being properly advantaged under our current legal system...
Or mebbe it was just those damn beans I had the night before...
I think most of our moral and ethical problems are based on the fact that we have so much liesure time.
I mean, think about it. When Mr. and Mrs. America got up at dawn to start their work and went to bed exhausted at dusk because their work made them so tired, do you think it ever occurred to them to discuss whether homosexuals or cross-dressers were perverted or normal? Mr. America is sitting down at dinner and says, "You know, Mother (they always called each other Mother and Father) I was thinking while out in the corn field this afternoon and I think we just might be being a little too hard on homosexuals. Maybe it's normal for some men to prefer putting their penises up other men's rectums rather than in women's vaginas." Mrs. America replies, "Father, I don't know what you've been smoking, but we've got a farm to run. If I ever catch you smoking it, or thinking about where other people are putting their penises again, you're going to think you were born with a frying pan in your head. Now shut up and eat your supper."
Learning to treat a sickness as normal takes time. When you don't have the time, you go with the obvious.
Shalom.