Not Sir
It’s not real persecution; it’s persecution envy. They want to be among The Persecuted not The Persecutors…although not…you know…really persecuted. Just…you know…the pretend kind. The kind no one actually cares about. The kind that’s a pretext for bullying other people. From a position of privilege.
“I am not ‘sir.'” Yeah right up there with do not get rich off my labor, do not rape me or kill me, do not enslave me or lynch me.
Then he tries to bully one of the workers.
But that delicate, frail voice. How could the Heathen call such a daisy “Sir”?
Yeah, dude expects a woman to come out and take on three young men who were speaking the truth? Even if those three decided to slap the agp, the most that woman is obligated to do is call the cops.
Well, that’s kind of the thing about Theory, isn’t it? It’s all about persecution as power source and justification, no different from the way its precursor ideology looked forward to a dictatorship of the proletariat.
And the thing about “identity” is that if there isn’t an identity that minimises persecution while maximising the appearance of persecution it will be created. Like some perverse parody of Batesian mimicry. Colonising by filling an available niche.
Wondering whether the camera angle deliberately showing his Adam’s apple is yet more power play. I’m clearly male, but you must accept my ‘identity’ or suffer the consequences.
My daughter will be the first to tell you that arbitrating arguments between customers, and enforcing gender identity is not in the job description of restaurant and bar employees. Although she is not the type to take shit (she was 86’d from a Phoenix bar for breaking the nose of a man who was pestering her,) she’s definitely not going to be the proxy for someone else’s inability to take shit.
He’s wearing a bikini top. Obviously that makes him a woman. It’s all about presentation–that’s how we smash the patriarchy!