I found a meme today that pretty much describes how I feel about society’s need to jam political correctness down everybody’s throat like a ball-gag.
For example, I read the other day yet another complaint about how gender-specific descriptive pronouns were sometimes exclusionary and offensive. So someone came up with “ze.”
Ze is my hero, for standing tall (yet ambiguous) in defiance of labels, genitals, birth certificates, and chromasomes.
Ze rode a rainbow llama to the swap meet to look for old John Denver LPs.
For my part, I do not mind my gender being recognized. Dad bod and all. But trying to process this…madness makes me want to shriek like a banshee.
Zeus’s beard, stupidity is offensive to me! Come on, people.