Today I was surprised when a person who should have known better referred to me as he twice in the same conversation.
Finally, I took the next opportunity to throw in the chat I had tried the "he" part of life already and it almost killed me.
He was taken aback and from then on he referred to me with an emphatic "she."
At least I didn't have to explain further what I meant.
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Glad to see that you haven't completely lost your cynical side! I love it! After all, "no more Mr. Nice Guy" could not be any truer. :-)
ReplyDeleteI got in "trouble" with a pack of cross dressers last night for calling out an old bitter racist Rump supporter I have known for years. I guess calling him "him" and an old privileged white man in a dress does that!
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