By : Debbie Irontwat took a deep breath as she prepared to storm the White House with her brave she-warriors. After years of rereading Jane Austen novels and taking elective classes in Fem Lit at her local community college, she now had enough experience and expertise to tell the president how to run the country. All she needed to do was have the White House spokesperson pass on her ideas—which he’d already agreed to do.
It was time to kick some gender-neutral butt.
Debbie marched into the White House, her fellow feminists at her side. A man greeted her at the door. “May I help you ladies?”
Wow, they’re insulting me right off the bat, Debbie thought.
“If by ‘ladies’, you mean vagina-bearing persons of the x-chromosome—or just vbpotxcs—then yes. I was invited to speak with the White House spokesperson after my petition on Feminismistheonlywaytoequality .com gained enough signatures.”
“Right this way please, ma’am.”
“Ugh, excuse you, sir.”
“Hmm?”
“You just called me ma’am.”
“Okay?”
“That’s sexist.”
“It is?”
It was time to kick some gender-neutral butt.
Debbie marched into the White House, her fellow feminists at her side. A man greeted her at the door. “May I help you ladies?”
Wow, they’re insulting me right off the bat, Debbie thought.
“If by ‘ladies’, you mean vagina-bearing persons of the x-chromosome—or just vbpotxcs—then yes. I was invited to speak with the White House spokesperson after my petition on Feminismistheonlywaytoequality
“Right this way please, ma’am.”
“Ugh, excuse you, sir.”
“Hmm?”
“You just called me ma’am.”
“Okay?”
“That’s sexist.”
“It is?”