Let's Talk JK Rowling's Transphobic Book

No, really, let's not. There are several, shall we say, idiosyncratic features of Mrs. Rowling's prose--the "said glumly"s, the British, non-U cutenesses--which have so-far baffled my attempts at reading so much as a whole paragraph of it. It is distasteful, and, I find, insuperably tedious. So I don't know actually, at first hand, whether it's transphobic in the Hannibal the Cannibal, or the Norman Bates (Psycho), standard heteronormative sense, or not; but if our Authoress is saying, as 'tis said she says, that men become trannies in order to prey on women, my judgement is that that is really a weird, somewhat hysterical-sounding, heterosexual female-only-sounding opinion, and that I think it, in fact, very doubtful, that men who wish to turn themselves into women, and who apparently suppose that cosmetic surgery will accomplish that transformation, might be motivated, even to endure the horrific agonies of "transition," by so distant and eventual an object of fulfillment (as to prey upon women). I, personally, think that autogynephilia is a likelier, more immediate (and wittier) source of the transgender delusion--In men, the so-called MtF, "trans women," of course that is to say. In women and girls, on the other hand, the desire to be male, and the vain hope that, wishing very hard, together with testosterone injections and appalling elective surgeries, might achieve maleness, FtM, seems to have its dependent origination in an even creepier, rather more stupid (not to say mulish), underlying idée fixe; which I gather that Ms. Rowling does not know about, or at least doesn't concern herself with. Thank heaven for small favors.