The pronoun edict for everyone regardless is the height of virtue-signaling madness and frankly anyone who LOOKS female but insists on being addressed by male pronouns will, no matter what, beget disrespect. There was one such narcissist in our department years ago, when an announcement was made that people aren't the gender we necessarily think they are. So I would go into the department looking for some butch woman who looked so butch she'd be mistaken for a male but lo and behold, the culprit turned out to be this imposing black woman dressed head-to-toe in raspberry, ballet flats, and jangling jewelry, who insisted on being addressed by male pronouns. Puh-lease. Drama queen all the way. Control freak all the way. Narcissist being encouraged and vaunted all the way. Yet everyone complied with this literal interpretation of the Emperor has no clothes. And that's what coercing people to announce their pronouns is: the narcissist is controlling and gas lighting you and you're walking on eggshells, playing along. The truth is this: We always know what's in someone's pants. Even if you've had your gender reassignment surgery, we know what WAS in your pants. You're not fooling anyone. If it makes you feel better to go through all of that hell on your body, that's your prerogative. But the viewer can still see what the truth is, and nothing can change that. Certainly not pronouns on everyone's bio.
Trans people are not a monolith. I would know
The pronoun edict for everyone regardless is the height of virtue-signaling madness and frankly anyone who LOOKS female but insists on being addressed by male pronouns will, no matter what, beget disrespect. There was one such narcissist in our department years ago, when an announcement was made that people aren't the gender we necessarily think they are. So I would go into the department looking for some butch woman who looked so butch she'd be mistaken for a male but lo and behold, the culprit turned out to be this imposing black woman dressed head-to-toe in raspberry, ballet flats, and jangling jewelry, who insisted on being addressed by male pronouns. Puh-lease. Drama queen all the way. Control freak all the way. Narcissist being encouraged and vaunted all the way. Yet everyone complied with this literal interpretation of the Emperor has no clothes. And that's what coercing people to announce their pronouns is: the narcissist is controlling and gas lighting you and you're walking on eggshells, playing along. The truth is this: We always know what's in someone's pants. Even if you've had your gender reassignment surgery, we know what WAS in your pants. You're not fooling anyone. If it makes you feel better to go through all of that hell on your body, that's your prerogative. But the viewer can still see what the truth is, and nothing can change that. Certainly not pronouns on everyone's bio.