The pronoun is under attack. A once fungible piece of grammar has fallen into the equivalent of the 38th parallel. Pronouns are a DMZ aka an undefined area where you don’t want to be caught with your pants down. But why not mix metaphors with false equivalents? "She" has become "they" as has "He" with all the singular pronouns in between occupying an as yet untitled episode of The Twilight Zone devoted to Strunk and White's The Elements of Style. Remember the aliens who write a seeming manifesto of peace, To Serve Man, which turns out to be a cookbook? Gender Fluidity is a nice term that's reminiscent of the French Revolution when all the months of the year were renamed, but when you throw everything but the kitchen sink into the toilet of politicized sexuality, you may end up with a clogged drain.
"Diasporic Dining: Letting People Know What They're Worth," HuffPost
and listen to "Tommy" by The Who
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