Where do we draw the trans line....?

I'm editing quantum physics papers, Angry*. Not sure how womanny or feministy that is, but the author is female as far as I can tell - does that count?

*(well, currently I'm drinking coffee and browsing MN, but that's because I've just been out to pick up DD and listen to GCSE woes)

I'm busy trimming my lady garden so when my manly husband comes home he will find me fresh and fragrant.

Ladies, are you currently doing ladies things? If not why not? Have you baked recently? Is there not laundry to do?

Fun as it must be to be a sexist twerp, there are better ways to spend a day.
Still, enjoy the park if that's where you're heading. Hope the weather stays nice for you.

Oh come on Janice, you can do better than that. It's Eng Lang GCSE today, so let's have some proper SpAG and a decent amount of imagination.

Like washing dishes and taking the kids to the park

@UpstartCrow it is because you would think feminists I stress of protesting at a pool and claiming they are male and tying up police resources and just looking silly that they would have put their energy in to far less ironic things

Yeah! That's us quiet and sad

And we know you know that's not what Man Friday is all about... you just think someone will get offended... but we will just keep sniggling.

A sheet of glass - that's you that is!

[Worried that reference might age me ]

Interesting how many people are prepared to put more work into protesting women's rights than creating their own.

You are a group of trolling troll hunters who attempt to derail threads because you can't debate but instead you insult

It's quiet sad that you had to crash a men's only pool and claim you where male, the kind of stuff feminists are against

I've decided to come to the Hastings gathering in June to protest peacefully outside with a large group of woman since Hastings is my home town it will be nice to go back there

Xcountry running round the streets past the boy's school in tiny games skirt

I can go one worse than that. Royal blue gym knickers with a massive white strip down either side whilst at High School on a military base abroad with soldiers patrolling the sports fields commenting on your legs and everything else. T-shirts had to be tucked tightly into said gym knickers. Puberty was hell and any complaints were dismissed as "life lessons" by both the school and the army (whose base it was).

Only the team were allowed tracksuits in my school. The team were all hearty types who ran around and did not need a tracksuit. Weedy, not sporty, types like me needed tracksuits, instead we froze on the sidelines, fielding in the snow in our tiny games skirts. My knees would turn blue.

Terfsup..

Latin o level here too. Along with the maroon bags as our sturdy outer knickers were called.

J4nice found herself in a room full of samurai armed only with a potato peeler.

The actual scenario was even worse - J4nice was armed with only h** wits. A potato peeler held the wrong way round would have been more use.

I remember when the slider on the skirt didn't go small enough. I had to add a popper. I want my waist back!

We were allowed trackies bottoms under skirts in winter. But still had to have the knicker shorts as well - they would be checked periodically.

Ah, but I didn't identify as a navy knicker wearer at the time. My navy knicker identity was cruelly forced on me by the mores of society.

Xcountry running round the streets past the boy's school in tiny games skirts (& barely covered navy pants) but school skirts couldnt be more than a hand width above your knee

Argh strike through fail. I can never get that right!

We didn’t have navy knickers but royal blue gym shorts under a royal blue netball skirt. All you navy knicker wearers are non navy knicker wearer exclusionary feminists (or NNKWEF if you prefer) and therefore committed literal violence against me. I am going to report you to the —games teacher— Police for that.

...a woolly jumper, a bumfreezer skirt AND... a lack of glasses, as our games teacher believed in Health and Safety, and felt this was the best way to avoid breakages.

Meant you couldn't see the ball all lesson, though in my case that didn't make much functional difference to my game.

Hit with rulers, BowlofBabelFish? You were lucky - we had board rubbers (the wood-and-felt sort) chucked across the room. At least it improved our reflexes where frostbitten netball lessons failed.

J4nice found herself in a room full of samurai armed only with a potato peeler.

Was holding it the wrong way round, too, the poor thing

I wonder if J4nice will screenshot these comments to show J4nice’s buddies what a bunch of meanies we women are too. Women are bitches! Sorry J4nice, that’s a hate crime isn’t it.

Oh & the smell of woolly jumpers put away wet - games kit stayed in school for a whole term