Even when I try to be objective about things, it truly feels like there's an evil force that's determined for me to feel "wrong".
My workplace is very progressive and inclusive. Honestly I'm okay with 85% of it. I can be professional, and maintain composure through a lot. As long as my colleagues are thoughtful and accountable to their work, I really don't care about much else. Last year we had a trans-woman (that means the person was born male and no identifies as female) come to our office for a presentation on gender identity. I did learn a lot about terminology used within that community. I also privately decided that if a biological female REALLY wants to dress like a male, use male pronouns, etc. I can do that if it matters so much. However when this guest speaker said that gender is fluid, and every day I should ask the person what their preferred pronouns were - I call bullshit. It's one thing to have a preference, "I prefer you call me African American, not black". But waking up every day, and grabbing random scrabble tiles to name the gender of the day is either mental illness, or a severe personality flaw.
I'm convinced it's a way to keep the cis/white/male on their toes, in a state of perpetual defense.
