My elderly father started talking about how frustrating he finds βthe pronouns thingβ and I was like. Oh no. He had such a good stand on this, heβs been they/them-ing his cishet siblings for godβs sake! Is he regressing?? And he was talking about how difficult it is to remember, and how onerous it feels to expect strangers to keep track of it, and Iβm like oh no oh no.
Then he says, βI mean, the problem isnβt the gender thing. The problem is four words: she, her, he, and him. We got rid of stewardess and turned it into flight attendant. It doesnβt matter if the flight attendant is a man or woman, so we got rid of it. We just need to get rid of those. I donβt need to know.β
βYou donβt need to knowβ¦ peopleβs gender?β
βNo. I donβt care, I donβt need to know, and I donβt want to remember it.β
So we can relax. Itβs just a continuation of his crusade to they/them the world. He doesnβt want to remember anyoneβs gender. Heβs abolishing the genders.
Your dad is so powerful
