TAKE A SEAT, ROSA LUXEMBURG.

March is for madness, including a whole month notionally organized by the heirs of Rosa Luxemburg.  Unless you live in Australia, where Victory Girl Carol Marks notes a new twist on inclusion.

International Women’s Day is supposed to celebrate women. You know, the adult human female kind. The kind with ovaries, not vocal training sessions designed to hide a baritone.

Yet in Australia (of course), they have arrived at the point where men are hosting an International Women’s Day event for themselves.

Strictly speaking, it's an event intended for crossers, or as the poster she found proclaims, for "trans women," complete with the expected speakers and workshops.  Telling the lightbulb joke that invokes the violation of the socket might not be good form.

The workshop lineup reads like a syllabus for an identity boot camp.

One session is titled “Intro to Vocal Coaching,” which promises to help participants refine their voices. Because when nature hands you a baritone, the modern solution is a coach who teaches you how to sand it down.

Another workshop is called “Confidence and Embodiment.” The description does not specify what that means, but one imagines lessons in posture, gestures, how to project the right kind of feminine energy while walking into a room, and perhaps a tutorial on the delicate mechanics of tucking.

Then there is “Protest as a Mechanism to Secure Justice.” In other words, step three in the program appears to be learning how to organize demonstrations once steps one and two fail to convince the rest of the public.

All teasing aside, the reality of tax dollars at work might lead to fractures in the intersectional coalition.

Taxpayer money intended to support women’s initiatives is now helping fund workshops where men learn how to better impersonate women. And let me say for the record, men can never better impersonate women. It’s just gross. And perverted.

Somewhere along the way, the definition of “women’s programs” apparently expanded to include men practicing their falsetto.

Apparently the wrangling over the money comes complete with wrangling over the wording of the announcements.  When it's possible to make a case for anything being offensive, everything offends somebody.