Letter to the Editor: Give Me A Break

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In a small gathering of friends, strangers and acquaintances, a man begins an oration of his experience in producing plays in our schools and colleges. All of a sudden his ship runs aground when he goes into an unseemly diatribe about his obsession with students’ genitalia.

“I just won’t go into a college anymore. I can’t deal with these kids now-a-days. I can’t tell if they’re boys or girls.” 

He’s also now doubts himself: all of a sudden he’s become confused what bathroom “it” should enter. This seems to be a rampant problem and I am so “sad” to hear it.

At this point, I’m reluctant to take his professed wisdom as a product of his personal efforts and experience, but rather a natural reaction to over-imbibing in toxic media propaganda.

The clue: He’s “afraid:” Afraid of offending any and every one by addressing them with the wrong pronoun.

Where have I heard this sentiment before? Let me think…

Oh yes, “I’m afraid of saying ‘Merry Christmas’ because it might offend someone.”



One is forced to believe that there is an epidemic of deadly violence against innocent, polite, well-meaning people using the wrong salutations.

The trouble with these lovely sentiments is the fact that they come from people who thrive on being offensive as possible: Using vile personal attacks as a knee-jerk reaction to anything that challenges them to have an original thought. “Oh yeah? You little crybaby snowflakes, here’s what you can do to Biden!”

In the Conservative Bible of social manners we have this maxim: Be afraid of offending, and then go on a diatribe containing your own personal favorite pronouns and adjectives.

In the words of one of my more polite critics : “Give me a break!”

Dennis Shain 

Centralia