The latest scandal is much scandal, very shock, many outrage.
Elton John referred to the boring show biz “personality” Sam Smith as “him” and “he” and the world lurched out of orbit and crashed into the sun.
Sam Smith is the one with the beard.
How are people supposed to remember to call him “them” when he looks so exactly what we’ve all grown up calling “a man”?
He looks like a man, and he has always been a man until just recently when he decided he “identifies as” non-binary, which doesn’t mean anything. I could “identify as” four-legged, but that wouldn’t make it true. He looks like a man so Elton John referred to him as such. So what? Who cares? What does it matter? Especially now?
Imagine.
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9 responses to “Pangenderdemic”
I agree with Scumbag here:
https://mobile.twitter.com/ScumbagCDog/status/1244523286857273345
Indeed. Imagine.
Please forgive the following lyrical blasphemy.
Mea culps. Mea maxima culpa.
Imagine there’s no sex-spectrum.
It’s easy if you try.
No misogynistic pushback
From some online bearded guy.
Imagine all the women,
Winning all the gold.
Imagine there’re no pronouns
Take down the Pink and Blue
No genders to remember
No mobs on Twitter too
Imagine all the people
Seeing the real world.
You may say I’m a cis-male
But I don’t accept that term.
I’m still waiting to discover
The gametes that aren’t egg and sperm.
Imagine there’s no snowflakes.
I wonder if you can?
Nobody says “No platform!”
If you call a man a man.
Imagine “LGB”
Cutting loose the “T”
You may say I’m like Glinner
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
When the gender wars are finally done.
YNNB,
Bravo.
YNNB, I give you a standing ovation (and I rarely ever do that).
iknklast; thank you for the standing O! I know you are sparing with them. I am honoured.
I just hope I can get over mangling the lyrics to one of my favourite songs! Given Ophelia’s natural lead-in, I just couldn’t resist.
YNnB: You clearly have a big future before you in the music business. Get yourself a good agent, and you’re away…!
Pangenderdemic.
Brilliant.
At some point people are going to (consciously or unconsciously) just start avoiding “special” people like Sam Smith. Who wants be on edge the whole time you’re interacting with them, worried that you’re going to make a tiny misstep and bring the Woke Wrath down upon yourself?
Is this where Sam has a fit of pique and tells the vastly more famous person “Do you even know who I am??” a la McKinnon to Navratilova.