But when misgendering is fired at me, it’s often through cisgenderism or general ignorance
Ignorance is right. How the hell do they know what your navel gazing has turned up today.
When my partner and I are gendered, it’s as if the air deflates a bit.
Achy feelings swell and animation fades. Conversation becomes hushed, and our sense of being present is challenged.
Seriously? It may be just me.
An entire article banging on about her presentation and what it means personally in terms of her appearance, how it needs to reflect her inner core (or whatever) and
complaining about waiting staff trying their best to be polite?
No. Sorry. Just no. Other people are working here. They really, really don't give a toss.
If everyone's identity is different, how the hell do they expect people to address that? Especially as appearance is no clue. Maybe she could carry a laminated card to hand out to harassed waiters or shop assistants. Pointing out her pronouns and preferred mode of address (on that day - maybe don't laminated it, it could get expensive ).
Better yet, she could approach the owner of the restaurant and give them a short course. Suggest they ask everyone for their individual pronouns and the possibility of various and ever changing collective nouns. And make sure they understand that a group of five could consist of five separate identities (until pudding, when it call all change).
Because if people really, really start using everyone's preferred pronouns, then no one is special, right?
Perhaps waiting staff should identify as 'people working who don't have time for this shit so we are just addressing everyone as oi you'.