How the fuck is anyone supposed to REMEMBER everyone’s pronouns?? Especially if you work:
a) woketastic, alphabetic soup organisation/office
b) with people who change their pronouns at the same frequency most people change their knickers??
I ‘misgendered’ someone at an event I worked at last year. I was introduced to what appeared to be a bloke in a ra-ra skirt (it was in the arts, dahling). The name was no help - think ‘Moon Unit’.
Well, turns out ‘he’ was a ‘they’, cue blood-curdling screams of horror from ‘their’ colleagues when I referred to ‘them’ as ‘he’. Clearly, I should have engaged my psychic powers to intuit this for myself. 🙄
Honestly, I’d bring back national service.