You know what’s really dumb? All these made-up pronouns that people expect you to use these days. It’s like a secret code nobody ever taught you, and if you get it wrong, you’re in trouble. How the hell am I supposed to know what your fake pronouns are, anyway? It’s like trying to read hieroglyphics on a cloudy day – good luck with that.
But you know what’s even dumber? The fact that we’re supposed to pretend like this is all perfectly normal and rational. Like, if you don’t go along with it, you’re some kind of backwards bigot. Well, sorry folks, but I don’t buy into this Orwellian Newspeak bullshit. I’ll call you by whatever pronoun I damn well please, based on your biology and how you present yourself. And if that offends you, tough shit. That’s your problem, not mine.
Look, I’m all for treating people with respect and dignity, regardless of their race, gender, or sexual orientation. But that doesn’t mean we have to pretend like up is down and black is white just to make everyone feel good. Sometimes the truth hurts, like a root canal without anesthesia. But we need to be able to handle it if we want to have any hope of living in a society that values honesty and integrity over PC niceties.
So if you want me to use some made-up pronoun that doesn’t correspond to any objective reality, you can go ahead and take a flying leap off a tall building. And if that hurts your delicate sensibilities, well, maybe it’s time to toughen up and grow a pair, like a baby chicken hatching out of an egg.