I’m generally pretty neutral on the dysphoria debate and LGBT issues but MOGAI and neopronouns have my brain dying
“Pronouns are gendered” this very much screams of cissexism, in fact this is almost word for word something my transphobic dad has said to me.
“Neopronouns are useless” if it makes someone more comfortable it is not useless.
They/them has been used as singular since about the 14th century and STILL that doesn’t mean alternate gender neutral pronouns are not beneficial to English.
The main use of they/them is plural. Even when singular, it uses plural verbs (are/have, rather than is/has)—therefore, it breaks subject-verb agreement. The only other pronouns in English that break SV Agreement are you/your—and that’s because you/your used to only be plural. (xx,xx,xx)
Because of both, 1) its main use being plural, and 2) always using plural verbs—English speakers automatically assume they/them is referring to multiple people. The only distinuishment between plural and singular they/them is context, and -self rather than -selves (which not everyone uses).
And some people are fine with that! They’re comfortable using they/them even with its dualism! But other people aren’t!
Some people feel they/them’s dual, plural-verb nature is alienating to them. Some folks would prefer to have an option for themselves that doesn’t break Subject-Verb agreement and is never plural. Or they’re just otherwise uncomfortable with all our current third person pronouns because of their connotations!
So, we’ve got neopronouns! And they do actually follow actual grammatical patterns! I’m a linguist and it’s very clear neopronouns easily reflect standard pronouns!
“They are my friend, I love them. Their cat is a calico, and the calico right here is theirs, they told me that themself.”
“Ne is my friend, I love nem. Nir cat is a calico, and the calico right here is nirs, ne told me that nemself.”
Neopronouns are beneficial to English. They are beneficial to many languages, especially ones with extremely gendered pronouns.
Please practice compassion and understanding instead of mirroring the bigotry of cishet folks.
Triggers still apply: death, doctors, end of life, hospitals, illness, medical stuff.
Nana passed away at 2:35AM this morning. My brain has processed this, but my emotions have not. I do not know what the plans are in regards to a funeral and whatnot, but that’s where I’m at. I am having thoughts and feelings, but they’re just… sort of distant. I don’t want to write them down right now. If I’m being honest, I don’t want to deal with them.
I’ll probably be quiet today. May or may not reblog memes on Roy just for quick stuff. We shall see. Thanks for being patient with me.
me:has been out at my company for four years me:started asking my company to use they/them pronouns for me four years ago me:had meetings with HR and whatnot about it me:has had their pronouns in their slack status and email signature for at least a year, if not more manager at my company: still uses she/her for me despite being part of those meetings
Apparently, I get paid minimum wage for minimum respect. I don’t even know how to address this to be honest. When I first came out, I was met with hostility from my coworkers, and management and HR weren’t the least bit helpful. So, do I just shove myself back in the closet and pretend I’m not trans? Because honestly, until I can safely leave this job, I don’t feel like I have another choice.
I wish I was not mentally ill, and that my mental illness hadn’t completely deteriorated over the past two years. I wish it was 2016 again and my life was easier, and then I would have the energy I need to live beyond survival mode, which is what life has been for me for months now.
giving up is not an option, but what do you do when you’re at breaking point. if you break, you lose everything. all I can hope for right now is that the as-needed meds my doctor suggested work. which reminds me - I need to go reply to them. I know my job has paved the way for a better one, and it’s been a huge career shift, but at what cost. I feel trapped and stuck and as long as this pandemic lasts, that’s unfortunately what it will be. my own happiness is elusive. I have been drinking every night for months to cope. I have been loved and supported and it means so so much to me but it also makes me absolutely hate myself for how little I’ve been able to reflect back. everything makes me want to sleep and I just want out.
