Apparently today is international pronouns day.
International Pronouns Day seeks to make respecting, sharing, and educating about personal pronouns commonplace. Referring to people by the pronouns they determine for themselves is basic to human dignity. Being referred to by the wrong pronouns particularly affects transgender and gender nonconforming people. Together, we can transform society to celebrate people’s multiple, intersecting identities.
Your task dear reader, should you choose to accept it, is to come up with the most entertaining pronouns that you can. Not that I’m offering any prizes, but the sillier the better.
“International Pronouns Day began in 2018 and takes place on the 3rd Wednesday of October each year. Individuals and groups participate in grassroots activities that they determine at the local level.”
Ah, another shouty outlet for ye self-obsessed and unemployable.
Anyone who dictates how others refer to them in the third person is a narcissist and best avoided. So I suppose it does serve a purpose of sorts.
The pronoun I use when talking TO anyone: normal male, normal female or deranged idiot is ‘you’.
The pronoun I use when talking ABOUT them is my choice, not theirs.
When talked about in the third person, my pronouns are I/me.
That should make some fun times.
Yesterday the Windows 11 search tab informed me that it was Squirrel Awareness Day. In honour of this great day, and with all due respect to appropriate historical references, the only acceptable response to any question about pronouns is “Nuts!”
I think we should have a ‘Postnoun Day”. This would give us the opportunity to say something like, “You twat”, to anyone who advertises their preferred nouns. It may even catch on internationally.
My prefered pronoun is ‘my lord’. And don’t you get it wrong, peasants.
Pah! You aren’t even trying.
My pronouns are “His Most High Imperial Galactic Overlord, Keeper of The TRUTH, All round top notch bloke and Supreme Master of Paperclip procurement/Lord of Creation, chief cook and bottle washer, dog walker and servant to ‘er indoors”.
Or Phil to my friends.
When I was young, cartoonists used to make jokes about mental patients who thought they were Napoleon. Fast forward 50 years or so and now the mental patients are in charge. Fortunately, they don’t think they’re Napoleon any more,they just think they are the opposite sex so we don’t have to let them take charge of the French army and invade Russia.
They could list them all in just a day?
Methinks there is some waggish ribaldry afoot!
“Referring to people by the pronouns they determine for themselves is basic to human dignity.”
Oh, for Pete’s sake. The whole fucking point of pronouns is that they’re determined by other people. Pronouns are used when you don’t know someone’s name. If you have to ask, they’re not bloody pro-nouns, you absolute… bleeding… morons.
Thank God Tony Blair prioritised “education, education, education”, eh?
“Pronouns are used when you don’t know someone’s name.”
Not so. Frank doesn’t refer to Frank as Frank even though Frank (obviously) knows Frank’s name. When Frank talks about Sam Frank doesn’t use Sam’s name all the time even though Frank knows Sam’s name is Sam.
Or: I don’t refer to myself as Frank even though I (obviously) know my own name. When I talk about you I don’t use your name all the time even though I know your name is Sam.
My preferred personal pronoun is Brian
My preference is “The Lord High Poobah of the Universe”. I will be most offended if people don’t use it.
Although I admit I chose it to demonstrate the lunacy of compelled speech.
One of my daughter’s ex boyfriends started referring to himself as non binary and demanding that people use plural pronouns when referring to them. I never really liked him, sorry them, and thought that she could do a lot better. Fortunately she did do a lot better and is now engaged to a really great guy and there is only one of him and he knows which gender he is.