Via the CBC, a tale of pronouns, vomiting, and very niche woe:
Again, as so often, one has to ask – exactly which player in this drama is doing the misgendering? The unnamed presenter who sees a young woman named Julia and refers to her as she; or the young woman named Julia who expects to be perceived as something other than she is? Indeed, as something that doesn’t exist.
The kind of young woman who tells us, with an air of triumph, “I had been thinking about my pronouns daily for over two years.”
As one does, when one’s mental wellbeing is not at all in question.
I don ‘t give a damn about anyone’s pronouns. Get your heads out you idiots. You got a f****** name, use it.
Hell, ya.
If their name is idiot, I already use that.
BTW, they don’t much care for it.
The pronoun game was an exploratory probe. Its success lead to bolder moves, culminating in men declaring themselves to be women.
It all makes sense once you understand that “up is down” is the kernel assumption.
I wonder how quickly this ever-expanding parade of attention-seeking drips would end if channels like the CBC stopped pandering to their concocted victimization?
It’s an interesting place we’ve come to where our younger generation is happy to tell all and sundry just how weak they are. They like to announce it and are proud of the fact.
Imagine being of such weak character that someone using a different word than you want them to,could cause you to vomit and shake all over. Then imagine announcing to everyone you are that fragile. It’s like a bragging right being a weak, sniveling pus*y. In my day, back when dinosaurs roamed, no one, but especially not a woman trying to make it in the business world, would dare show weakness. These kids need to toughen. I read these things and rather than the sympathy the writer is going for, I feel complete disgust.
Agreed. Not exactly the people you want beside you if you’re defending the tractor factory in Stalingrad from genocidal Nazis (the real ones that is).
Word.
The coddled little princess can feel the pea through 47 mattresses, she hastens to inform us. My response: “Sleep on the lawn, girlie.”
I agree with you Annie!
For me, I will not defer or bend to their affliction, and consider them mentally unstable!
I’ve never been able to come up with anything better than amateur nouns.