Captive audience
Oh has he now.
That teacher is in the wrong job then. The very very very wrong job. Teachers are not there to teach the children how to focus all their attention on the teachers’ idenninies. That’s not what school is for. Teachers are conduits for learning, not the subjects of learning. Nobody should be burdened with having to remember someone’s luxury idenniny, and that goes triple for children in school.
And that’s true times a billion when what the teachers are trying to force the children to learn is a pack of lies, and personal narcissistic look-at-me lies at that. Teachers should no more be telling children about their idenninies than they should be telling them about their sex lives or their cocaine habits or their grudges against their parents. Grade school is not a theater, it’s school.
And no, the child should not be gently reminded of the preferred idenniny of this adult; the subject should never come up at all.
That teacher should be kicked out of the profession. He’s an unpleasant, humourless, bullying fool. I had enough of being bullied by masters at school (beatings were common then, and I got quite a lot of them), not to mention unwelcome attentions from certain of them.
“What’s the non-binary version of Sir anyway?”
Smiss? Missir? Submiss…? The latter, perhaps, for submission is what he is seeking.
Wait, wait, don’t tell me…
Q: What is the non-binary version of Sir?
A: Sir Mx-a-Lot.
Ha!