And Each Time, The Hoops Get Smaller
Lecturers at a leading university are being given guidance on neopronouns, which include emoji labels and catgender, where someone identifies as a feline.
The University of Bristol, since you ask, where staff are urged to perform this season’s modish contortions in “verbal introductions and email signatures.” Say, by starting each meeting and conversation, presumably every day, with an ostentatious declaration of their own pronouns, lest there be massive and widespread confusion as to which sex they actually are.
Bristol lecturers are also directed to neopronouns which include “emojiself pronouns,” where colourful digital icons – commonplace on social media – are used to represent gender in written and spoken conversation.
While not mandatory, but merely encouraged, one university employee who expressed objections has been “invited to a meeting with a senior diversity manager.” A nourishing mental experience, I’m sure.
Another section explains how noun-self pronouns are used by “xenic” individuals whose gender does not fit within “the Western human binary of gender alignments.” The webpage adds: “For example, someone who is catgender may use nya/nyan pronouns.” Catgender, it says, is someone who “strongly identifies” with cats or other felines and those who “may experience delusions relating to being a cat or other feline.” The word nyan is Japanese for “meow.”
Because if you’re bent on humiliating your employees, and unmooring them from probity and any lingering realism – and if you want to make them routinely dishonest and pander to delusions, narcissism, and competitive pretension – then hey, why not go all-in?
Bristol’s guide says that if staff make a mistake by using the wrong pronoun, “it is important not to become defensive or make a big deal out of it. Simply thank the person for correcting you, apologise swiftly, and use the correct pronouns going forward.”
Other, less dementing options are, of course, available. At the time of writing.
Also, open thread.
What happened to the last couple of dozen comments?
David, a large number of comments have suddenly disappeared.
The most recent that is still visible was posted by Karl at 15:12.
And…now those comments are back. But only after I hit Refresh many times and then posted a comment.
pst314: yes, of course I knew that you hadn’t quoted him to agree with him. Didn’t mean to imply otherwise.
It’s so easy to misunderstand and to be misunderstood. Especially on the internet where all we have is text. No tone of voice, no body language…
This isn’t just sand in the gears of society, it’s crowbars to tear it apart and beat the recalcitrant who won’t get in line.
Let us recall how societies have traditionally dealt with such vandals.
“Let us recall how societies have traditionally dealt with such vandals.” Rome tried bribing the Vandals, but it didn’t go well…
In other news, a wise guy and a wise man are NOT the same. I’ll be here all week–try the veal!
Let us recall how societies have traditionally dealt with such vandals.
Hemlock?
I am unqueer gendercat! Bow to my superior sensibilities! And give me tuna! ( I like the Starkist Ranch flavor packets, or the canned tuna packed in olive oil, please.)
The Unqueer Gendercats would be a good band name. As, for that matter, would be the Ranch Tuna Packets.
Rome tried bribing the Vandals, but it didn’t go well…
And now our Betters tell us that we must not say “vandals”, we must say “artists”.
or the canned tuna packed in olive oil, please.
No! That’s mine! Mine! All mine!
No! That’s mine! Mine! All mine!
[ Look in pantry. Counts cans of tuna. Then checks that anti-Hobbes traps are set. ]
No! That’s mine! Mine! All mine!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4BNbHBcnDI
Nothing more pathetic than an adult pretending to be a fuzzy little animal.