My wife walked up to the server at our local cafe. The person was possibly transgender. She wanted to engage the individual but was frozen in fear that she might use a pronoun that might offend. Therein lies the problem with this language policing. It takes perfectly natural
— Gad Saad (@GadSaad) October 27, 2021
Grifter's wife was FROZEN IN FEAR she might use the wrong pronoun when speaking to "possibly transgender" server ๐
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A couple of little things that happened to me since I put sodomy behind me. Dogs stopped barking at me. Friends say itโs because I donโt smell like blacks any more. But alsoโand I canโt fully explain thisโI started to care about spoilers. I once posted HAN SOLO DIES on Twitter and lost 2,500 followers and reveled in it. But Iโd be furious now to read that, and wouldnโt inflict it on others (Star Wars cringe aside), because my viewing and reading habits are changing. I used to watch and read for color, texture, pattern, theme, atmosphere and didnโt care what happened to the people in the story. So I liked Wilde and Rothko and TV sci fi. But now I find myself caring how the plot resolves itself. I want to know how it ends. I enjoy art for more than just the surface textures and historical contexts and political dimensions. Things matter, and what happens to people and to things matters to me.
I think I would say my focus has shifted to the story because I have stopped running from the ultimate storyโour universal origin story. The story of the eternal mysteries of the universe. And I care about what happens to people in stories because, for the first time ever, I finally care what happens to me.
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