Yesterday I had a *live mode* (face to face) meeting with my boss, her boss, and his boss’s boss.
I was told that a new hire on my team was a “pronoun”.
I’m a biologist. I’m a scientist. So far in all my research, studies, primary education, secondary education, and advanced education, I can only find and know about 2 biological sexes and genders. One has 2 X chromosomes and one has an X and a Y chromosome. THERE ARE NO OTHER BIOLOGICAL HUMAN GENDERS. PERIOD.
There are only 2 sexes. One has a uterus. No reproduction without a uterus. No reproduction, can’t be a female. Genetics 101.
Yah Yah…. I know all about the syndromes – Klinefeller, Jacob’s! So don’t tell me about it.
So back to the meeting…. My boss tells me I have to use the “thing’s” pronoun if and when I address it. I asked if the “thing” is a male or female. Answer: “Don’t know.”
There is a legal aspect to this pronoun thing. Using the wrong pronoun can have serious consequences.
Transgender and non-binary people make a choice. I am FORCED to behave in a psychological aberration.
Now that I am forced to use unknown pronouns, I have developed PPS – Pronoun Psychosis Syndrome. It’s a phobia.
PPS is a form of PTSD. – The fear of using the wrong pronoun and suffering egregious consequences and punishment.
My new pseudo-pronouns are: Its Bravo Sierra.
Gnarls.
