
Joan is saying no thank you to all the nonsense
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Joan is saying no thank you to all the nonsense
@ArtistMonkey5
Sometimes I'm very serious and sometimes not at all.




There are many circumstances in which I believe refusing to accurately describe the sex of a person is at best confusing and at worst dangerous. Indulging a quasi-religious ideology over clear language and objective facts has already had disastrous consequences in the contexts of safeguarding, sport, medicine and crime. But I have exclusive rights over my own choice of language. As Mark Twain said: 'I cannot call to mind a single instance where I have ever been irreverent, except toward the things which were sacred to other people.' Both trans activists and GC people who get angry that I'm deviating from their own hard and fast language rules are demanding that I respect things that are sacred to them, but not to me. Trying to dictate how other people express themselves provides a delicious opportunity to chide and correct and to demonstrate one's own purity and righteousness - as indeed you're currently demonstrating - but they achieve nothing except making the language police feel good about themselves. Back in the real world, women's rights remain under attack and it will continue to take time, money and concrete action to defend them. You may feel that the priority is establishing black and white pronoun rules. I happen to disagree.




St George’s flag stands for unity over hatred and decency over division. Those are the values I will always fight for. Some try to hijack our flag to spread hate, I reject their plastic patriotism. mirror.co.uk/news/politics/…


@jk_rowling @SarahSm07642683 Using wrong-sex language for something you can see right in front of you is not a 'politeness' or a 'kindness'. It mis-wires your brain. Do it at your own peril. And yes, our capitulation to lies and the acceptance of someone else's distorted perception of reality WAS very much the "thin end of the wedge". If we had said "no" to that, we wouldn't be where we are now. We essentially gave sweets to very naughty toddlers. Then we gave them cake. Then we gave them the entire blinking toy aisle. And we now we are living with the consequences of their ever-escalating behaviours. I am amazed that people still don't realise there is no end-point to these psychopathic demands. The modern crop of self-identified 'transw***n' have no no regulatory mechanisms and no self-control. And because they have no internal boundaries, they simply cannot conceptualise (or accept), external boundaries. They will never be satisfied. All socieities knew this at an instinctual level. It's why such people were 'marginalised', (ie kept in control by the expectations and norms of their particular culture). But we decided, suicidally, to do away with those constraints. And, here is how the 'Trans-Stroop Effect' (TSE) works. I, for one, will never use wrong-sex pronouns. Neither should anyone else. Nobody has a moral responsibility to prop up someone else's mental illness. And especially not when it results in harm to the self. It's 20 years or so overdue, but it's time to say "no" to the screaming toddlers. Better late than never.












He gave Queen Victoria chloroform. Then he saved billions of lives with a map. 🇬🇧 In 1853 a London doctor named John Snow was summoned to Buckingham Palace. Queen Victoria was in labour with Prince Leopold, her eighth child. Snow administered chloroform. The Church of England had preached against pain relief in childbirth. They taught that the pain of labour was ordained by God. Women were supposed to suffer. The Queen called it "delightful beyond measure." Overnight, one London doctor had made painless childbirth socially acceptable across the Empire and beyond. But his greatest discovery came a year later. In September 1854 cholera hit the Soho area of London. 616 people died in days. Every doctor in Britain believed the same thing. Cholera was spread by bad air. "Miasma." Every medical textbook said so. Snow did not believe it. He walked door to door across Soho. He asked every grieving family the same question. Where did you get your water? He drew a map of the neighbourhood and marked every cholera death as a black bar at the address where it happened. The bars stacked up like bodies in the street. One street glowed with death. Broad Street. And at the centre of the cluster stood a single public water pump. He took his map to the Board of Health. They refused to believe him. Everyone knew cholera was airborne. The bodies kept coming. On 7 September 1854 he went back. This time they listened. The handle was removed from the Broad Street pump. The outbreak stopped. The pump had been contaminated by a nearby cesspit. One soiled nappy from a cholera victim had seeped into the groundwater. 616 dead. Snow had been right. The establishment still refused to accept it for the rest of his life. He died in 1858 aged 45, a stroke, believing he had not been believed. Twenty years later the world caught up. Every sewer system on earth. Every water treatment plant. Every clean tap in every home. Every public health department. The entire science of epidemiology. All of it is built on one English doctor's map. The Broad Street pump still stands today on Broadwick Street in Soho. The handle has been permanently removed. A memorial to the doctor who walked the streets of London and changed the world. This is your history. Your tap is his memorial. Help us find the next John Snow. proudofus.co.uk/support Be part of us. Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧


For those in the middle of the @jk_rowling conversation I strongly recommend you listen to @RestIsPolitics LEADING interview with @SarahEMcBride - you could not wish to hear a more compelling, passionate and measured advocate of trans rights and human rights. m.youtube.com/watch?v=UvxQze…

The quintessence of greengrocery. Gets a mention in Parklife III: The Movie Read #Parklife amzn.eu/d/00xwOf3A









