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evil-terf-hands:
radfemtimelady:
I thought colors and clothes had no gender? Lmao
Imagine the level of narcissism and self-absorption this takes.
Like literally to wake up and think “hmm what gender am I today and what pronouns do I feel like forcing everyone to refer to me as or I’ll throw a tantrum”.
*deep sigh* Good lord, this takes feeling super-duper special/unique and being a needlessly and ridiculously high-maintenance friend to a whole new level. The idea that your entire identity revolves around changing every day based on which colour or shirt design appeals to you the most that day is beyond absurd. People change a little from day to day, including in how much they want or don’t want to do a stereotyped activity (eg, whether they feel like wearing makeup or not, wearing a dress vs pants, being quiet vs being bolder, etc; for some things people are very consistent in their interest from day-to-day, while for other things people are interested in something one day and something else the next), but these people think this makes them some kind of unique creature that transcends men and women, rather than recognizing that it’s a pretty universal human experience to have some non-static attitudes/interests. If you’re that desperate to feel special, cultivate a talent.