One for the Road

#BlackLivesMatter

I think it’s adorable that you think that. You may even be out in the street marching with the rest of the idiots that champion the cause. There’s only one problem: it’s an empty cause and the only reason you march is to make you feel better about yourself. The people whose lives matter aren’t the ones marching blindly in support of a vapid cause; they’re in the labs searching for cures to contagious diseases. They’re in the shelters making lost children feel better about themselves and keeping them from falling into the influences of the street gangs. They’re preventing the domestic violence victims from living in fear and giving them a place to feel safe. Those who rally around the people serving their community will see the lives of those who truly matter.

The Uncomfortable Truth

Do you believe that a police officer has the right to defend himself? How about when he’s facing down an idiot wielding a gun? Would you rather that officer allow himself to be shot? I personally don’t want to live in that world and I’m more than happy to see a piece of trash get sent to meet his maker than a good man be filled with lead. As far as I’m considered if you are wielding a firearm in the presence of a police officer without trying to defend other good men then you deserve everything you get; if you’re killed that’s just the way it goes. You shouldn’t have done something stupid.

Putting It In Perspective

Do I care? No. Do I really care about anyone? No. Human life is practically worthless to me since it’s wasted on the majority of people that have the privilege of wielding it. If I were to disappear from this Earth tomorrow I can guarantee there would only be a small gathering of people who would mourn my loss. The rest of you would go on about your lives as if nothing had transpired and I can’t really blame you; that is the nature of the human. We go through life without thinking of consequences and we pursue that which will result in the quickest sense of self-preservation, joy, or satisfaction. We are biologically incapable of caring about our fellow man. In my case, that feeling has been ingrained and I’m frankly happy because of it; I don’t ever have to deal with idiocy because I drop the person as soon as his deepest thoughts rear their ugly head.

Am I callous? Certainly though the reasons I feel this way have come to roost in the last twenty years. Are here other ways I can handle the situation? Of course. Am I fulfilled? Certainly. When the sun sets and all I have left are my thoughts I can only ask myself one question: am I happy? If I can’t say “I am” at the end of the night then I’m doing something wrong. It sounds selfish but at the end of the day the only person that matters to me is ME; if I’m not happy then I’m going to have a horrible next day and possibly a terrible next week. I’ve learned that you always have to look out for yourself and I no longer have any shame for doing so; I focus on my own happiness and I couldn’t care less about how anyone else feels.

Here’s Where It Hurts

We can see the reasons for our perseverance in the mechanical. When was the last time a One-Armed Bandit offered its condolences for taking your money and not offering any funds in return? When was the last time a Blackjack dealer, the slave to his four or six-deck shoe, offered a genuine and heartfelt apology for the state in which you found yourself? The long and short is that nobody will look out for you but you! You must take responsibility for your own human condition and you must own the fact that only you are in control of your destiny.

Where are the people championing for the white man unfairly gunned-down by his LEO brethren? Nobody cares because his skin color is the same as the person who cut him down. Why should his death be worth any less than someone who happened to be a different race than the person who shot him?

The police have gotten quite a bad reputation these days. Far be it from me to say that some of it isn’t well-deserved; however there are bad apples in every bunch and the actions of the many (in this case) shouldn’t be qualified by the actions of the few. The majority of the police are willing to protect and serve in accordance with the oath they took when they were sworn in as peace officers.

The Resolution Cometh

How do such problems be resolved? The primary solution is that groups of people should stop demonstrating in locations where nobody cares about their cause. You Ferguson people? Stop demonstrating in California; the Californians can’t help you and all you’re doing is wasting your breath campaigning on the West Coast. Better yet, stop doing it on college campuses; if you really want to affect change then you should be marching through the streets of your town. The fact you’re marching through cities that have nothing to do with your current plight lends credence to the fact that you’re just trying to be a big bunch of troublemakers and want nothing more than attention. If you truly wanted a solution to your problem then you’d focus all your efforts to your location and let the national media take notice instead of spreading like a virus throughout the country where we will do nothing more than laugh at your cause. Either get with the program or kill your movement where it stands; it’s your choice.

Conclusion

When it really comes down to it you have to ask yourself: which side will you stand with? Will you allow the idiocy to permeate your thoughts or will you accept the logical argument?

The Great Steak Caper

Our story tonight takes place on a darkened night with a moderate storm occurring in the background.

Are we discussing the minutae of human nature?

Are we referencing anything that has to do with behavioral psychology?

Hell no. We’re talking about a manly subject that many of my readers have come to hold dear: steak and its preparation. Tonight we will discuss the strangeness that comes from invoking a remote spectator in the overall preparation of said steak.

Let’s get to it.

The Caper Begins

When I was in college we had a shared kitchen in the shared dorm. Suffice it to say that several of the denizens of said dorm were of sub-par cooking quality. There were those who could make basic dishes and then there were those who struggled with even the simplest directions that were printed on the basic Cup-o-Noodles recipes.

One of the idiots decided to microwave the equivalent of a Venti cup of a particular Starbucks roast. Needless to say that concoction wound up covering the ceiling of the microwave as well as its bottom; as the idiot stood cleaning it the rest of us gathered around and laughed at him in order to drive home the concept that the aforementioned should not be attempted in a simple microwave.

It absolutely gets worse from here so I encourage you to read on.

The Build-Up

Everything was normal except for the one guy attempting to cook noodles that night. How he managed to burn said noodles and set off the fire alarm is beyond me; however, he pulled off such a feat and therefore the majority of us wound up outside in the cold air of a 2 AM morning.

I talked with one of the fire officers and he had nothing to say beside “Yep, that bowl of overcooked noodles is responsible”. Of course we hunted down the culprit and exacted the college version of frontier justice but that is neither here nor there.

We were informed of the status of the building (i.e. we can all go back inside and go back to sleep) fairly early that night. There are some things that just won’t die, however, and they tend to live on through either written story or word-of-mouth.

I had yet to realize that I would soon be engaged in such a discussion in the worst possible time.

The Steak and Its Victim

As I stand urinating at the stall before me I hear a familiar voice.

“Hawk, does this look medium-rare to you?”

I’M STILL PEEING. For some reason, the stall door is still open so this is at least partially my fault.

“Hawk, take a look at this”.

I’m greeted with a piece of steak on the end of a fork while I’m trying to pee. My friend Alex had thought it proper to bring in this piece of steak for my review; while I generally don’t mind taking a look at various pieces of steak I have a mental block against doing it while I’m urinating.

“Hawk, this is medium-rare, right?”

Alex is now shoving this piece of meat in my face now while I’m trying to pee.

It has a nice exterior coating with just the right amount of internal redness so I figure “this looks good”.

“Of course that’s medium-rare. That looks good to me!”

He replies, “See, that’s what I thought! Thanks, Hawk.”

Upon realizing what has just happened I go back to my business and everything goes normally.

Conclusion

Sometimes your friends need your opinion on a specific cut of meat. Other times, your friends require your opinion in a restroom stall and nothing else can possibly serve the requirements for which have been set forth.

Either way, meat always has some kind of underlying ruleset that is modified based upon how it is cooked.

OkCupid: Portrait of a Lunatic

WARNING: You may need eye bleach after looking through this post; I prefer ingesting bourbon instead. You’ve been warned.

No trigger warning here; you get one friendly statement of caution (believe me, I’m as surprised as you are) and then if you proceed it’s your own damn fault.

That’s more than enough notice so here we go.

A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words

However, the majority of those words are derivations of “Gross” and “Horrifying”. From the perspective of my readers, though, they are more likely “Why are you doing this to me?” and “I thought we were friends”.

“This can’t be healthy,” I said as I took yet another swig from my now half-empty 750ml bottle of bourbon since I tend to drink like a fish when I write. Once you see the following photos you’ll understand.

Take a look at this tranny (we go head-first into the deep end here):

Turbo Tranny

Most people I know are saying “Yep, that’s a dude” right about now

What’s this guy trying to prove? Apparently he’s trying to convince himself that he’s of the female persuasion and is presumably looking for a thick shaft to fill the only hole that isn’t spewing feel-good identity crisis rhetoric.

Don’t believe that photo is a tranny? I can understand; there are some chicks that look masculine while still retaining some element of femininity. However, this case has absolutely none of the latter and all of the former so we’ll continue.

Posing Gets You Nowhere

Those bedroom eyes are made of heterosexual nightmares.

Getting more clear? I thought so. I’m a glutton for punishment, though, so I must bring up a third photo in order to drive the point home.

Yoga Has Never Been Less Attractive

Never has yoga been less attractive.

Now that we’ve established the absolute male dominance in this person’s body we can delve further into the broken psyche that allows something this lopsided to occur in the first place.

No, I’m not going to give out a link to this person’s profile. I may be a royal asshole but even I have my limits. Lunacy like this needs to stay online in order to be studied and preserved, not lambasted and insulted to the point where it completely disappears and is of no use to anyone. I’m a practical man so I prefer to keep such examples of sheer insanity online so as to serve as a lesson in what not to do; you don’t want it to get scared and delete its profile.

A Solid 10 in Mental Gymnastics

Now we get the joy of analyzing the textual content of this person’s profile.

I am transgender. I completely identify as being female, and I expect others to see me as female as well. I am a pre-op transgender female. Have not had the operation yet, but I very badly want to when I have the opportunity. I do not have both sex organs. That would be a hermaphrodite. I am not a hermaphrodite. Do not message me and ask me to penetrate you. I will not do this. Like I said, I identify as female and do not take the male role during sexual activity, or any other time. Though, I do wish gender roles were not so strict.

Hey, that’s wonderful.

News flash: I’m not sure what transgender means and I’m too lazy to look up a buzzword being shoved down my throat; I’m guessing, though, that it’s a softer way of saying “pre-op transsexual”. Nobody in his right mind will see you as female so you might as well be honest about it.

“I very badly want to when I have the opportunity” says quite a bit about the selfish nature of the people that participate in this abomination of identity. This thing is deliberately straddling the line between male and female. It’s more than willing to identify as a female while recognizing that it’s biologically a male; you can’t have both so you really need to pick one. I’m sorry you’re too much of a coward to embrace what you were given but that’s really not my problem. What IS my problem, however, is the masquerading of someone completely different before you have the biological organs to back up the claim.

“I do wish gender roles were not so strict”. Bullshit; you just want to go into any bathroom or changing room you choose without being looked-at strangely. As far as I’m concerned sex and gender are tightly-coupled when it comes to natural organs (i.e. those with which you’re born): if you have a dick then you’re a male; if you have a vagina you’re a female.

I feel as though I need to say here that I have no problem with homosexual folks since I know that some of you will try to misconstrue my words. To the wannabe SJW I say go right ahead; my words in this very post will vindicate me. There’s a huge difference between the homosexual folks and these abominations; at least the homosexual folks are honest about who they are. I can absolutely support honesty but I have absolutely zero respect for those that pretend to be something that they are not and then try to subvert nature and come up with spurious definitions for whatever idiocy with which they choose to identify.

The Insanity Continues

This winner can’t be summarized in one paragraph so let’s analyze this (good movie, by the way):

Sex and gender are two different things. Sex is biological. Gender is how one identifies. Sex reassignment surgery is listed as a viable treatment for transgender people because it would cause a lot of psychological harm to try to change a person’s gender identity, so surgeries are available. If you can’t change the mind to adapt to physical appearance then you change the physical appearance to reflect the identify of your mind (how one identifies).

Now, to make this clear, I am an alien. I also have a more evolved view on sexuality and gender. I believe it is wonderful to be sexually ambiguous. I do not believe anyone should have to claim a gender or assigned gender roles. Also, I believe everyone should be pansexual. This world would be a better place.

I have chosen to label myself as female not because I believe I am undoubtedly female, but because I believe I am more female than male, as in I have many more feminine qualities, so I believe labeling myself as female would be most accurate and would help me to feel the way I believe I should feel based on how people usually treat many females in this society. Well, in all honesty, I deserve more than how most women are treated in this society, but like I said before, at least it is the most accurate portrayal of my genuine feminine qualities.

Holy hell, where should I start?

“Sex and gender are two different things. Sex is biological. Gender is how one identifies.” If one doesn’t match the other then you get sex reassignment surgery. If you can’t get the surgery for the time being then you suck it the hell up and learn to live with the hand you’re dealt. There are a considerable number of people who have it worse than you and have still found a way to make it work; your idiocy barely registers on my radar in the grand scheme of world problems.

“If you can’t change the mind to adapt to physical appearance then you change the physical appearance to reflect the identify of your mind (how one identifies).” I’ll back you on that. I add an additional stipulation, though, that the two must always match. You can’t be like this guy and be biologically male while claiming to be mentally female; anyone who knows me will agree that I put very little importance on feelings. I believe in things that people can see or experience; a huge difference between what’s biologically available and what’s mentally available is not something that can be handled without significant compromise on one of those two sides.

“Now, to make this clear, I am an alien. I also have a more evolved view on sexuality and gender. I believe it is wonderful to be sexually ambiguous. I do not believe anyone should have to claim a gender or assigned gender roles. Also, I believe everyone should be pansexual. This world would be a better place.” It sounds to me like you’ve been watching too many episodes of South Park and want to believe you’re a “goo-back”. You don’t have a more evolved view on sexuality and gender; you have the same bullshit ideology that your fellow idiots have been parroting for years.

“I do not believe anyone should have to claim a gender or assigned gender roles. Also, I believe everyone should be pansexual. This world would be a better place.” One homogenous gender. Sound familiar again? I come from a background that celebrates differences in the genders; i.e. the biological women can have kids and the men can’t. That’s just how nature works. Don’t like it? Die. I’m not trying to sound like a harsh guy here but if you’re not in tune with the movement of nature then you’ll die out via natural selection.

Get a load of this load:

Also, I am an interdimensionary being, as we all are. I am not physical, but this host body is. I am soul.

E.T. called and he wants his communicator back; call NASA. I’m very much interested in the metaphysical aspect of life but even my investigative mind can’t process the thought that makes “I am not physical, but this host body is” a reality.

How can anyone believe the aforementioned? I find myself asking that quite frequently but at least in this case I can take solace in the fact that the guy is completely insane.

Conclusion

You should message me if you are open-minded, don’t care about me being transgender, or want a friend.

The term “open-minded” is thrown around a lot lately. I’ve noticed that it tends to mean “willing to put up with any insane idea emanating from a mind that doesn’t understand its implications” these days. Given the recent track record of humanity you’re an idiot if you’re open-minded.

Call me anything you want. What it really boils down to is that I’m a rational man that refuses to become the prey of the “progressive” community.

As a whole the human race stands to lose a considerable amount due to these divisions made by nothing more than buzzwords and feel-good ideology.

The 7 Key Wine Concepts

My buddy Mark Law has published an e-book called “The 7 Key Wine Concepts”. He asked me to review it and the link to his e-book is at the end of my review. If you’re into wine tasting and wine culture then you definitely won’t be disappointed. My review follows and you can get his book here: http://bit.ly/1wlGXRc


From the very beginning Mark sets the tone and purpose of “The 7 Key Wine Concepts” effectively and presents to the reader a situation that many of us have encountered: “How do I select the right wine for me?” He goes on to stress the point that one cannot place the brunt of their decision on the reviews of a wine critic or anyone else who, all things considered, is the same as any other person: he has different likes/dislikes and the reviews of a given wine tend to be personal in nature as taste is subjective. Finally, he rounds out a method of picking a similar wine if your desired choice is no longer in stock; the described method is solid and takes into account several important concepts and characteristics. All of this has happened in the introduction and serves as the perfect hook. I read on.

Mark makes the distinction between red and white varieties of wine instead of lumping them all together as a group. For those of us who like to pair our wines with food (he gets to this later and touches well on what to expect with pairings) this distinction is important. He provides an in-depth discussion of varietals and regions as well as the one-to-one and many-to-many relationships for both. He also provides an accessible discussion on wine terminology that is direct and free from the typical word-salad and nonsense of didactic lessons. The section on temperature plays into the above sections nicely as well as there are few of us who have a dedicated temperature-controlled cellar in which to store our selections; he gives practical advice here that is easily digested.

Faults are discussed and he gives some common profiles; I’m sure we have all encountered at least one on the list. He then segways directly into tasting a sample at a restaurant before committing to a bottle. He yet again presents a solid method but this time it involves ensuring the wine is not faulty. I’m a fan of swirling my reds to release the aroma so I was glad to see this included. The final concept is then discussed and it ties the entire experience of both the book and wine selection together nicely.

The writing flows well and at the end there is even a list of online resources for those interested in learning more. I’d recommend this book to fellow wine consumers without a second thought.

The Complete Bastard’s Guide to Gender

If you’re a rational person, gender is the exact same as sex: there are two options and that’s where the variety ends. I can sum it up with the following quote: “You’re more than welcome to believe you’re a dragon trapped in a human’s body but basic biology doesn’t work like that, my special-snowflake sweetie-pie”. I have some soul-crushing truth to lay upon you if you are ignorant of the two-party system that Nature has provided for all of humanity.

I’d like to take a moment at the introduction to mention that the article I’m about to reference was written in the Opinion section for the student newspaper of some crappy liberal-arts college. Because it is college-level it is therefore subject to my derision (i.e. I generally won’t take on high-school rags and lower unless the insanity reaches critical levels but college publications are free game) and I have thereby set the tone for the rest of my post. You can read it below to get an idea of what I’m talking about:

http://themacweekly.com/2014/09/personal-gender-pronouns-are-a-necessity-not-a-formality/

I’d also like to point out that the author obviously sounds like a guy. This is important since it speaks to an entirely different problem in our society than just some idiot writing about pronouns.

Every Epidemic Has Carriers

I’m not saying that this poor bastard set the events into motion that will eventually collapse our society; he’s obviously not Patient Zero since this has been going on for a while but he’s the one that upsets me the most. Just like Morgan Freeman and Dustin Hoffman (see Outbreak if you haven’t) I’m attempting to battle against a rampant disease that pervades the souls and minds of unsuspecting individuals. Contrary to Outbreak, though, this merely leads to mental and emotional death as opposed to drawn-out physical pain and suffering.

Call it whatever you want. I prefer to refer to it as its true form: attention-whoring in the name of equality. As a rhetorical question I’d say “Gee, where have we heard this before?” I’m sure my readers here can come up with tons of examples and I’ve discussed it frequently in the past so I won’t wax poetic on it here.

Tumblr is the most poignant example of when people who have never had to experience any kind of hardship in their lives decide to self-diagnose themselves with mental disorders and pretend to be anything other than human. I can hear you thinking “who would be stupid enough to do this” and there’s only one thing I can say to you: head on over to /r/TumblrInAction for in-the-field examples of this mentality. You can’t go a day without coming across a post regarding how someone on Tumblr is trying to figure out how to come out to his parents / friends / authority figures about how he’s really a dragon / horse / pokemon trapped in a human body.

What can these meatbags teach us? It’s simple, really: be happy you aren’t this insane.

Oppression Where There Is None

In a society where such things are virtually non-existent the perpetually-offended among us must find novel ways in which to bring their drivel to the masses. Such is the content of the article into which I shall attempt to delve.

Option A: “Let’s go around and say your name, your year, your major and where you’re from.”

Option B: “Let’s go around and say your name, your pronouns, your year, your major and where you’re from.”

These are the two options a leader has when directing a group introduction. What’s the difference? Option B is inclusive to students of all genders, discourages assumption-making, makes sure there’s no uncomfortable misgendering later, and shows that pronoun choice is just as deliberate for a cisgendered female using she/her/hers as for a trans person using ze/zir/zirs.

It’s a strong start straight out of the gate.  The only difference between Option A and Option B is not that of inclusiveness but rather that of liberal tautology and the acceptance of mental abnormality that its practitioners seek to be recognized as normal. Of course as a sane society we would never stoop to these levels but it doesn’t stop people like this from trying. You really have to admire their commitment to such an ill-guided cause regardless of how hysterically-repugnant and one-sided it may be.

Mis-gendering, as it is applied here, generally results from a visual defect. In most cases, someone who would otherwise be classified as female decides to make herself look like a twelve-year-old boy. The outrage comes from the fact that we didn’t recognize this “strong independent woman” as anything other than other vapid example of feminism gone crazy. You all know by this time that I call it as I see it and have no qualms referring to such a short-haired pariah as the exact same thing for which she campaigns.

Cisgendered is always code for “please don’t listen to me since my ideas are so meaningless that I have to use a made-up word in order to get anything across to the masses; please agree with me!” Nothing more should be said here aside from the fact that these people are harming legitimate discourse.

False Equality Fails Unequivocally

The article continues with the following mental gymnastics:

Option A: leaves students whose pronouns can’t be correctly assumed with two (often uncomfortable) options.

Option A1: Say their pronouns after their name, singling them out as The One With Different Pronouns.

Option A2: Say just their name like everyone else and have to correct someone later after being all-but-inevitably misgendered.

Just like I alluded above, the solution for the “student(s) whose pronouns can’t be correctly assumed” is to dress like your biological sex. How hard is that to do? If you’re so concerned with being labeled anything different than what you truly are then maybe you shouldn’t have cut your hair in stupid way (for females) or worn fishnet everything (for males). Your alleged “mis-gendering” (and even that hurts me to say since I’m sure it will come about as a legitimate verb) is entirely your fault and that of nobody else. If you don’t like being perceived as a certain identity then you are more than welcome to change it; however, everyone else has the right to draw criticism of your chosen and admittedly stupid identity as it persists. Freedom of speech always translates into freedom from that speech in any free society like this one so be prepared for your detractors.

Attempting to Rationalize Stupidity

No matter where I go, the protest I always hear in objection to doing pronouns is “it’s too big of a question to ask during a quick go-around.”

No. It’s not. The only people who think it’s a big deal to share pronouns are the people who “don’t need to do it.”

Think of it this way: We all have names we go by. Sometimes they’re what’s on our passport, sometimes they’re a variation, sometimes they’re a different name altogether. You might be the seventh Devaughn in your family, you might be named Sumathy after a beloved great-aunt, you might go by a your middle name, Katalyna, to avoid confusion because you share a first name with your mother. But when you introduce yourself, everyone just needs to know your name—what to call you. Pronouns are the same way. While pronouns can carry connotations or stories with them, they’re really just, at the end of the day, what a person wants to be called.

At what point does forced adherence to falseness qualify as “too big of a question to ask”? He follows up with “the only people who think it’s a big deal to share pronouns are the people who don’t need to do it”. Of course that makes perfect sense. Nobody NEEDS to do it. I’m not going to contribute to some liberal-arts student’s mental illness by enabling their insane worldview and I’d like to imagine that at least some of the students at that godforsaken institution feel the same way and are grounded in reality. For the rest: let’s just go ahead and bastardize the entire English language and make our speech completely intelligible with false words and a complete lack of sentence structure. Of course, all of the aforementioned issues are perfectly fine in the vein of political-correctness and including everyone, right? Right?

The Fallacy Expands

Likewise, here’s a conversation you would never have with a stranger.

Person 1: “Hey Sam!”

Person 2: “Uh, my name’s not Sam—it’s Cedric.”

Person 1: “Yeah, but you look like a Sam, so I’m just gonna call you Sam.”

We don’t assume names by looking at people, so why should we assume pronouns?

Of course that’s a conversation you would never have with a stranger and the logical fallacy presents itself here. Calling someone by the wrong name is something that would only be done if you truly couldn’t remember said name but said misgendering is entirely visual. Take one look at an androgynous person and tell me that you didn’t have a difficult time trying to figure out exactly what gender he/she was in order not to offend he/her when it comes to referring to said person. I can almost guarantee that in our “modern” (and I use that word loosely) society everyone has experienced that at least once.

We assume pronouns because they are done entirely on the visual characteristics of the person to which we are referring. That’s just human nature. Are you trying to deny nature? If someone looks like a man we refer to them as a man; similarly, if someone looks like a woman we refer to them as a woman. The dichotomy can best be described in a similar situation that I found myself in earlier tonight. I ventured into my favorite Japanese restaurant looking to procure some sustenance when I saw her: long straight brown hair and dressed in a kimono. It was great and I was absolutely thinking of doing an approach… until she/he/it turned around. What I now saw before me was absolutely a male (I use the word “man” sparingly) who had taken care of his hare and had primped his appearance to appear womanly. I swear this poor bastard was an easy candidate for MtF transition and surgery but I had as much as I could stomach so I grabbed my order and high-tailed it out of there.

Foreigners Aren’t Even Safe

The other protest I’ve heard, especially in my work with kids, is “it’s too complex of a topic.” Again, it’s not. The past two summers, I’ve taught at a program with 13- and 14-year olds, one-third of whom were not from the United States; and, for about as many students, English was not their first language. The first day of class, I asked the students to share their name, pronouns, and other information relevant to the activity we were doing. “Tell us what you want to be called: your name, and what pronouns you want us to use for you, because just like we don’t assume names, we don’t assume pronouns. So for me, I’m Max, and I use ze/zir/zirs or they/them/theirs, and I’m your instructor.”

This guy is absolutely right; it’s not “too complex of a topic”. There are two genders and those that think differently are either complete idiots or mentally-disturbed. Doesn’t sound too complicated to me.

“Tell us what you want to be called” leaves the door open for too many interpretations and further bastardization of the English language. I refuse to call an obvious female a “he” and I’m equally-opposed to calling an obvious male a “she”. Even when I taught I was the exact same way. I don’t play into the politically-correct interpretation for any of this. You can use ze/zir/zirs all you want but you can rest well at knowing that I’m going to reject completely this attack on language and the creation of stupid words. I’m not going to recognize your non-existent gender just because you came up with a few words and made a flag in MS Paint. You have absolutely zero legitimacy and should always be seen that way through your peers. Wanting to re-define language can be your thing and you can own it but don’t expect native speakers to be on-board with your stupid ideas just because you brought them up; that’s not how the real world works. The real world requires proof and you have absolutely none.

Conclusion

Can I really give a conclusion here? The things that I have set forth speak for themselves and if anything is to be concluded it’s that the current state of affairs should reign dominant and that these deviant thoughts should have absolutely no place in our discourse.