Doodle
I can just about cope with he, him, his and she, her, hers but what are all the others supposed to mean like Ve, ver and viz?
They are the ultimate in self-indulgence
. Not only is a stranger supposed to know which variation on what is a personal matter applies on a given day, but to memorise a list of terms that didn't exist five years ago.
There was an item on TV News yesterday (can't remember which channel) in honour of Pride, and schoolchildren were interviewed about things like sexual orientation and 'gender'. They were about 11 years old. One girl said she was something I can't remember, bisexual and gender fluid, and stumbled over the definition as though she'd memorised it and forgotten bits. I thought that was perfectly usual for an 11 year old, really. She'd probably be just starting to become aware of herself as a sexual being - a bit earlier than most of us did, perhaps - but wouldn't quite understand it all. A boy of about the same age said that when he told people his own catechism of identifications they would laugh and ask if they could identify as a toaster or a tortoise, and he looked really hurt. I felt for him, as adults shouldn't laugh at children (it is hurtful, as is ridiculing something that someone takes seriously), but couldn't help thinking that these kids are being set up for a world of pain by this sort of thing. They take 'misgendering' very badly, and it is an entirely created hurt that didn't exist until recently.
The closest I can remember to that was when I was about 6, and my mum had taken me to the hairdresser where they used a nit-infested comb. I had waist-length hair, and when I got nits she had it cut to a short bob. I remember getting off a bus and an old lady who I'd let off before me said 'thank you, son'. I was really upset, as I hadn't wanted my hair cut in the first place, and in those days the gender signifiers were very strict (buttons on cardigans, suitable colours, toys and definitely haircuts). Being taken for a boy flew in the face of everything I'd been taught was 'right', and I was sure that everyone would be laughing at me.
I can, therefore, understand a bit of what children feeling 'misgendered' must feel, and sympathise massively with the ones who feel that they are 'in the wrong body', but can't help thinking that they only feel like this because they have had 'gender' thrust at them so relentlessly.
Until the obsession with 'gender' began, I thought we'd moved on from the strict gender rules of the past, and that children could express themselves how they liked. IMO that is much healthier than when I was six; but it seems that we are going back to those days, and that children will feel the way I did every day of their lives if they buy into it all. It's very sad.
(And yes, Jaberwok. I think that referring to people by their given names is presumptuous, too. And almost worse when it is 'customer to employee', as it feels like a Lady talking to her maid.)