I have been away from my blog for far too long, but I must admit there's either way too much to write, or it's too hard to write about what is going on in our society.
I will endeavour to return, because it appears, I clearly have a few things to say.
Ivan Coyote is a very sweet, attractive person who prefers to have the pronoun "they" used to describe themselves. I admit, I sometimes trip over the pronouns myself, but since I often use the plural when I'm not sure of someone's gender such as someone I haven't met who has a name associated with either gender, or a name from a culture that I am not familiar enough to know what pronoun would be appropriate.
Isn't it helpful, frankly, when someone expresses their preferences?
I really like broccoli. I'm not fond of peas, so if I come over to visit you for dinner and you're going to have some hot green vegetable, wouldn't it be nicer if you knew what I liked and what I didn't?
Isn't that part of being a polite society that considers others?
Obviously broccoli and peas are simplifying things, but that's in many ways my point. Respecting others preferences - when they don't harm others - whether trivial or major is kind of a part of being part of polite society.
Oh, but I forget. We are no longer part of a polite society. I want to forget that. I would like us to be a polite society. Not to the harm of ourselves or others, but to the benefit of us all. Silly idea.
So, when I suggest instead of needing to place someone into a box of your choosing, we just accept the person as they are, and respect them as a human being, I am suddenly guilty of deciding that women are not human.
Who knew it was that easy?