If we’re allowed to take (or make up) terms and claim people we don’t agree with us are those words then I hereby announce there’s a new set of people in town.
The TITs
Tediously Intolerant Totalitarian(s)
These people live where the two pointy bits of the political horseshoe hang about. And tend to play a game of pretending all the people in the hoopy part of the horseshoe are Radicals and Extremists. What kind of Radical and/or Extremist can change depending on what’s most useful to derail an on-topic conversation at any given time.
They are easily identified by being deliberately disinterested if the noun immediately after the Radical doesn’t fit you.
Hence, to a TIT I am a T*RF. It doesn’t matter that I’m not a feminist. Nor that I happily worked with, for, alongside and socialised with Transpeople in considerable numbers before half of them were even alive. I am also a Right Wing Extremist. Despite only ever having voted for Labour, with the SDP manifesto as having the most points that match my views out of all available manifestos.
From this point forward I will play by the same rules. My new shiny placard (haven’t had one since the Public Order Act march in 1980 something, so this is quite exciting) is two sided and is emblazoned with
Stop Being A TIT !
And
TITs Out !
I admit the second side is entirely distraction technique deployed to disarm the blokes used as muscle in the TITs army. They won’t be thumping us if looking around hopefully every time they walk past a placard. At least half of the Gender & Politically Pious army on twitter will be unable to focus on dogpiling if #TITs keep flashing in their mentions.
This is my biggest contribution to feminism since my little, cartoony, child friendly penis sticker. Hey, it’s the thought that counts. 😬