Ladies and Gentlemen
“But you don’t sound like a Miss“.
And thus a simple remark started a chain of events that is leading to one of the most insane pronouncements in the history of mankind. Or should that be womankind? Or maybe personkind? Or entitykind?
So a chap on the phone makes an idle, if somewhat misjudged remark on the telephone and the recipient claims this is an “inappropriate remark”. Maybe it is and maybe it isn’t. It’s maybe bad manners and it certainly isn’t professional but that’s it.
But the recipient goes haring of to the authorities claiming that he/she/it is insulted and SOMETHING MUST BE DONE. He/she/it should grow a pair of balls. Or maybe he/she/it already has. Or had them removed. Anything is possible these days.
So now the mayor of London [gender unknown] is talking about scrapping the expression “ladies and gentlemen” because, after centuries of common usage, the expression has now become insulting, or divisive, or not diverse enough or some such utter shite.
I don’t blame the snowflakes. There isn’t much hope for them anyway and hopefully Darwin will come into play and they’ll melt in time. But the snowflakes have discovered that there are morons who will listen to them so an inch has become a hundred miles. No, I squarely blame the right fucking morons who listen to them. A quick “sorry about that” from the company involved should be more than sufficient, but the powers that be want to change the fucking language?
These Queer Genders [and I use the word literally] are going the same way as the Greens. I used to have some sympathy for the Green Agenda but they rammed it down my throat so often that I suffered from Green Fatigue and now I have no time for them at all. Now the Queer Genders are going the same way. I do not fucking care what gender they want to call themselves or what they do in their spare time but all this whinging about tolerance, equality and sensitivity has gotten right on my tits [I’m having the operation next week].
So now my attitude is that they can all fuck off. I’m not changing the way I talk to anyone. It was bad enough when they introduced “Ms” but that is the limit so far as I am concerned.
And if I have insulted anyone with the above, tough shit.
I don’t see the problem here. If you’re a male (by birth) that “identifies” as a lady then so be it. Same for the opposite. Even if you choose what “gender” to be every morning like you choose your outfit then “Ladies and gentlemen” covers all bases.
Unless, of course, you’re androgynous.
There is no problem, unless you’re one of those Precious Little Snowflakes that sees an insult or sleight in everything that surrounds them.
They should be quietly and politely told to go fuck themselves [which some of ’em may well be capable of].
….told to go fuck themselves [which some of ’em may well be capable of].
Now that’s an interesting point to ponder upon. The physical realities take a little stretching of the imagination (among other things, I’d imagine); so much so that I’m actually struggling to picture in my mind’s eye as to how it would work. Still, where there’s a willy there’s a way, as they say.
Very good granddad, very good. Made me laugh. Please keep it up.
:o)
As the actress said to the bishop?
Now, now, behave yourself.
:o)
Did all this shite start with manhole covers about twenty years ago?
Could well have, though I still blame Ms.
My closest friend for many years was a tranny, who as a man gave new meaning to the term ‘over compensate’; 6′ 4″, 12 pints of snake bite, ‘harder’ than the Times crossword, more muscles than an entire Gay bar on ‘Wet Tshirt Nite’ . The ‘shit’ she went through at the hands of the Norfolk red necks -up to and including beatings that nearly cost her sight. Beatings at the hands of people she could have dismembered without putting down her cigarette before she started on the anti-androgens. She was dismissed from Crown Forces and faced real prejudice on a daily basis, not only from the ‘traditionally tolerant’ Great British public but even from the Gender Realignment Clinics (who back then expected ‘their girls’ to act a certain way). She and her sisters-in-arms campaigned, fought court battles to ensure that they could change their birth certs and so not be sent to a male prison even when post-op.
I can imagine her response to anyone grizzling about such ‘micro aggressions’…they would get her paraboot -that she favoured for casual wear- somewhere hard enough to mean their vaginal dilator would need surgical extraction.
She used to say “Dwarf, I wish I were ‘just’ Gay-I’d walk round in a pink ‘Bent as a 9 bob note’ tshirt.”
As I have said many times before – I have nothing against anyone’s choice of alphabet letter. It’s a big enough world and there is room enough for all of us [for the moment anyway].
What pisses me off mightily is when some delicate little precious feels insulted or “excluded” because of some insignificant sleight and the world has to adapt to salve their fucking feelings. How anyone can be offended by “ladies and gentlemen” is beyond me. The world has gone mad.
Trust me -it pisses off the Trannies and ‘irons’ (a now derogatory colloquial London term for ‘homosexual’..oh sorry that’s derogatory as well , I meant of course ‘Gay’…I think) of my peer group even more than it does your good self. I describe my friend as a ‘tranny’ because that was the word she used herself, which she wouldn’t be allowed to say today for fear of melting some snowflake. The Trannies and Gays of 20 years ago were far too busy worrying about not getting kicked to death nor sacked from their jobs to worry about archaic forms of address (which are offensive towards the working classes btw).
She came to see me once, acouple of days after the local red necks had used her face as a football. That upset her; being refered to (in the best case) as a ‘lady’ less so I imagine.