Tear O'Bite

Here’s the thing.  I never updated my birth certificate as the legal process for doing so was extremely unclear during the period where I was updating my paperwork.  Probably still is.

What this means is that currently it is illegal for me to use the women’s room in any public facility in North Carolina.  To my understanding this includes but is not limited to:

- rest stations - schools - colleges - courthouses - the DMV and any other state or local governmental office - (public transit) bus stations

Hell if I know how this matches up with the fact that all the identification I carry with me on a daily basis identifies me as a woman.  What I do know is that this effectively bans trans people from public spaces.  We risk going to jail if we use the bathroom that is appropriate to our gender presentation.  We risk assault and jail if we use the bathroom that the bill requires of us.

I know that this means if I were in NC I wouldn’t use the restroom unless I absolutely had to.

I also know that bills like this tend to become models for other states.

Note first: Fouling out and being expelled aren’t the same thing.  When you are expelled, you may not return to the audience or general play area, and can garner your captain a penalty for doing so.  I know your post was specifically referring to fouled out skaters, but I figure

Ok, on to the meat of the question.

1) Technically no, it is not a HR's responsibility to make a skater gear down to meet venue rules, but it isn't unreasonable to expect that the HR might inform the skater to gear down based on venue restrictions.  This is fully in line with the view of refs as facilitators of the event.  With that in mind...

2) Yes, enforcement of the venue rules is a thing that should fall to security or floor volunteers as appropriate, but fouled out skaters can earn penalties for their team should they interfere with play.  I'm not saying it'd be easy to do but if you're being particularly obstinate and disruptive,  I could see it happening.  Don't be a D-bag though.

you are not a waste of time

but it was boys who first started making fun of how i looked, of what mess my face was like, of the fat on my thighs. and it was girls who showed me how to apply makeup, patiently waiting with me in the bathroom mirror to show how not to cry while i applied it to the waterline. they agreed to go on diets with me even when they hated salad. they agreed to scoop buckets of ice cream into our bellies at midnight when i was upset about something minor.

it was boys who were snippy about my grades, it was a man who first said that because i was a girl i was bad at math and i’d stay that way. it was boys who started making fun of the one time i got a 34 on a math test when my mother had been in the hospital the night before. it was girls who held my hand during this, who stayed with me through hours of library studies, who explained over and over in gel pens and pretty handwriting exactly what i was missing. it was girls who taught me to color-code and to highlight and how to stay up all night, it was girls who cheered with me when i got nothing lower than a B. 

it was a boy who taught my friend that she could talk down to me like i was trash. it was a boy who started drama between us. it was a boy who wouldn’t listen or talk it out or find a solution. he’d say angry hurtful things and expect us to listen. it was girls who fixed me after this. they taught me how to make good and positive friends. how to stay away from the girls who really are toxic ones. how to be proud of others and not competitive. how to give genuine compliments, how to accept them, how to be comfortable with who i am and what has happened.

i was told all my life that there was a “type” of girl to avoid. she was probably wearing ugg boots and shorts or drinking a latte or picking out lush products or doing literally anything that girls like to do for themselves, she was catty. girls are catty. when they fight, it’s a catfight. (we were many animals besides this. vixen. pig. fox. bitch. cow. mother hen. whale. but always, for some reason: feline and both sex kitten and dangerous weapon).

girls, i find, are defensive. we wear our hands up, waiting for the hit. girls who are sick of getting hit get “bitchy.” they are fierce, they take what they want, they’ll mess you up for saying the wrong thing about their friend. and girls, who are unwilling to simply take insults without lashing back with something: they’re catty. and when boys bully others and spread nasty gossip and start drama: well, they’re just boys. they’ll fight it out, or something.