It’s been sunny and hot which means one thing: I’m at the pool or the beach. Summer is my bestest, favourite time of year.
Every year the complex gets a new contingent of young lifeguards for our outdoor pool. The seniors love them and waste no time befriending them. The lifeguards think it’s a hoot–and a pretty easy gig. This year, however, might be interesting.
One of the lifeguards appears decidedly male, but wears a pink bathsuit bottom beneath her lifeguard shirt. Her name is Ann*. I assumed she might be transgendered, and hoped that she wouldn’t encounter a problem with the senior residents. After a few weeks of no controversy, I was happy. The seniors were befriending her like they did all the other lifeguards. Yay progress.
One day while I was paddling around in the pool I saw a young woman talking to Jennifer, one of our other lifeguards, gesturing madly toward the washroom. Afterwards I asked Jennifer what the fuss was about.
Turns out that Ann was spending her breaks and lunch hour in the relative coolness of the women’s washroom during a particularly intense heat wave, and the young woman was uncomfortable showering with her there. The young woman insisted that Ann be told to use the handicapped washroom instead.
Jennifer and Oliver, the other lifeguard on duty at the time, were having none of it. They believe that Ann should use the washroom which corresponds to her identified gender and informed the young woman that they were not inclined to direct Ann otherwise. The young woman was politely told to take her concerns to management.
Transgendered persons are legally protected in Canada, so it might be a more productive use of this young woman’s time to educate herself about the trans community rather than issue nonsensical complaints about them. If she starts complaining again, I might just tell her that–and email management in support of Ann.
For now, I’m hoping it’s a tempest in a teapot. The good news is that the young woman is in the minority, and the seniors, god bless `em, are going with the flow.
As I said: Yay progress.
[*Ann is a pseudonym. I felt obliged to protect her privacy.]