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This is what happens when you put Greens in charge

Okay, so Brighton and Hove Town Council are thinking of scrapping ‘Mr’ and ‘Mrs’ in official paperwork. The reason? It’s complicated.

No, no…the reason isn’t complicated. Gender is complicated. We’ve moved beyond straight, gay and transgender into a category called genderqueer. No, really — that’s a thing. It’s apparently gender’s Undecided column.

I suspect the ordinance unlikely to go through, even in Brighton (the South coast’s gay capital; it’s always been a little…queer in Brighton). But it’s been proposed (yes, by a Green party councilor). Oh, and tax forms have already scrapped Mr, Mrs and Miss in favor of the gender-neutral Mx.

Here’s the thing. I just really don’t want to think about your issues any more. Do whatever you like, and as long as you aren’t hurting anybody, I’m okay with it. But please stop demanding that I think about your genitals and your sex life so much, okay?

All of you. Not just the extra bent people — the straight people, too. I don’t want mental pictures of ANYbody else’s stuff any more, okay? Just. Ew. Deal with it yourselves.

The picture? Generic picture of Brighton Pier. I was laughing about this the other day – have you noticed no online news story is ever published without a picture, even if they have to rustle up something stupid? Like, “Fox Steals Picnic Basket” runs with a picture of a fox and the caption “file photo of a fox.” Oh, hey. Good to know.

But in this case? You’ll thank me for not picking one from the ‘genderqueer’ images search.

Okay. Here. Tomorrow. Six sharp. Round 41 of the Dead Pool. Be here or be genderqueer! Unless you already are, in which case…bummer, Mx.


Comment from Clifford Skridlow
Time: October 25, 2012, 11:54 pm

moving between genders (genderfluid);[2]

Really? And here I thought I knew what gender fluid was.

Comment from sandman will resist
Time: October 26, 2012, 12:10 am

secondy, it seems. gender unchanged.

Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: October 26, 2012, 12:39 am

The full abbreviation is LGBTTIQQ2S:

Transgendered (How is this different from “Transsexual”?)
Intersexed (people whose gender is physically ambiguous)
2 Spirit (an American Indian thing)

Comment from Baronet Poofterington-Poofterington-Smythe
Time: October 26, 2012, 12:55 am

I declare, when I was at Harrow and Eaton, some rumpery pumpery with a hostlery lad never seemed to be a waste of a perfectly ravishing afternoon.

Comment from Mike James
Time: October 26, 2012, 1:55 am

Nobody will thank me for ruining everyone’s ability to make their supper stay put by providing this link to a Zombie article about nudist protestors:

This Is What a Blue State Looks Like: Rally for Nudity in SF

NSFW, it hardly needs saying. I don’t know if you will find the images offensive, but I’d bet a hundred dollars you’d find them annoying. I found them so annoying it made me want to spray them with sugar water from a firehose and drop a sling load of bee hives from a helicopter right in the middle of them. Or maybe a Time On Target of water balloons filled with SWeasel’s Olde Englishe Hot Chili Sauce. Something’s wrong with me, I know.

What ever you do, SWeasel, save your brain, don’t click on the link!

Comment from dissent555
Time: October 26, 2012, 3:14 am

are there no mosquitoes in San Francisco?


Comment from Oceania
Time: October 26, 2012, 7:24 am

Picking up a bit of I129 here.

Comment from Oceania
Time: October 26, 2012, 8:12 am

Hmmm I’m after info on heating small particles with RF – anyone got some paper links?

Comment from Mike C.
Time: October 26, 2012, 10:11 am

OT, but I think we have a new and maybe even ultimate definition of the word “vapid.” To whit…


No, that’s not some clever joke clip – it’s a real advertisement, that somebody is paying real money to buy advertising time for.

We’re fucking doomed…

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: October 26, 2012, 1:00 pm

aaaaiiiiii…I clicked.

Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: October 26, 2012, 1:38 pm

I early voted yesterday, me. Took only about 20 minutes, and the biggest strain was that the building was not very well air-conditioned on an 85-degree-and-humid afternoon.

The voting machine, at least for early voting, is a stand-alone console with shielding curtains on either side, but open in the back — some nosy parker could look over your shoulder, I guess. Touch the screen for each choice, touch “Next,” and then at the end you see a summary screen of your selections, which you can go back and change. Only then do you get a button on-screen to “Confirm.”

Your selections are recorded on a card, which you hand to the attending registrar person, and that’s it. (I suppose if said attendant was a Dim-o-crat, and saw that you chose Romney/Ryan, she could accidentally on purpose lose the card. But I’d rather not think about that right now.)

Comment from Pupster
Time: October 26, 2012, 2:18 pm

But please stop demanding that I think about your genitals and your sex life so much, okay?

Fine. I release you.

Comment from mojo
Time: October 26, 2012, 2:49 pm

There’s only two genders, if’n ya ask me – quiet and noisy.

Comment from Mrs Compton
Time: October 26, 2012, 3:58 pm

checking the time

Comment from Can’t hark my cry
Time: October 26, 2012, 5:55 pm

Wolfus Aurelius: I’m guessing that your votes were also recorded electronically, and that the paper card is used only to confirm if there is a question about the results, but that still seems totally assbackwards. In New York (at lest in my area) you are handed a paper ballot, which you fill out with a pen while standing in a cubicle curtained at sides and front (I guess they count on the voter’s back to shield it from those in the rear), then you walk over to another cubicle and feed it into a slot; I believe the computer reads the markings, but it also, of course, preserves the paper ballot … in case of questions. The system you describe sounds just as good, possibly even better–right up until you hand the card to someone, rather than personally depositing it in a locked box that is on view in front of god and everybody through the period of voting. A system that gives a human being the opportunity to see what is on the paper document /during/ the vote, especially while the voter is still connected with it, strikes me as a bad idea.

Comment from David Gillies
Time: October 26, 2012, 8:39 pm

Gender is a grammatical term. The aggressive-transgressive mob are just SO FUCKING BORING. I do not care what you do with your squishy bits and with whom. The world’s most powerful atomic force microscope is not capable of seeing the size of the shit I give.

Comment from Oceania
Time: October 27, 2012, 3:50 am

Sub-atomic faecal matter?
Surely you Jest Mr Gillies?

Comment from Nina
Time: October 28, 2012, 10:28 pm

My daughter’s main squeeeeze’s mother lives in Brighton, and none of us particularly wanted to visit down there when I was across the pond in July. I could go to San Francisco if I was really all that interested in the sorts that live down there.

Which I ain’t.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: October 29, 2012, 1:15 am

Oh, Brighton is fun, Nina. You should’ve gone. There’s good shopping and the Pier and the Pavilion. It’s not obnoxious-gay.

Ironically, it was much easier for us to get to from London — there’s a fast train in a direct line from London to Brighton. To get there now, even though we’re much closer, is a long, slow crawl along the seafront.

Comment from Holy Jehovah Himself
Time: October 29, 2012, 2:13 am

Have they this newfangled electricity fad over yonder in Brighton? Britishers temporarily embraced “modernity” but it works not for them nor they for it. Roman Legions abandoned the accursed gannet-guano coated rocky outcroppings due to lack of natural resources and backwardness of indigenous personnel.


Comment from JuliaM
Time: October 29, 2012, 6:28 am

“Oh, Brighton is fun, Nina. You should’ve gone. There’s good shopping…”

It does have a very good antiques section.

Comment from Sockless Joe
Time: October 29, 2012, 6:01 pm

Not sure how to pronounce “Mx”.

At least the communists picked a real word with “Comrade”.

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