A couple of months ago I wrote, “Please tell me he’s not going to be on the cover in a bustier.”
Nope. Expensive swimsuit.
Sincerely, it’s too late to worry about America “becoming” weird. If you want to cut your wang off and pretend you’re a woman, I won’t break your legs trying to prevent it. Your life, your problem. But don’t expect me to pretend it’s some great victory for human rights, okay? MLK wore a guy suit. Gandhi wore a dhoti and William Wallace presumably wore a kilt, but they weren’t cross-dressing. I honor what Bradley Manning did, but that doesn’t obligate me to look at Chelsea Manning in a lady’s swimsuit.
ETA: Because I just re-read what I wrote a few hours ago and I’m not sure it’s clear: There’s exercising the freedom to do what you will, and then there’s mental illness. It behooves individuals, as they go through their lives, to understand the difference. To my grief, since I really do honor what Bradley Manning did, I don’t think he has done so.