The Tyranny of Pacifism In Colleges

A woman’s college goes all in on pronoun-conflict avoidance:

Apparently, the use of incorrect pronouns can be “institutionalized violence.”

Scripps College, a private all-women’s college in Southern California, is giving students ten pronoun options to choose from in their student portal accounts — including “hu, hum, hus, himself,” “Just My Name Please,” and “None.”

It’s not clear what the hell students who choose “None” are supposed to be called, especially since “Name Only” is another option. Are they (oops! I said “they!”) asking to not be spoken to at all? Because that sounds like a microaggression.

The other eight options are “E/Ey, Em, Eir/Eirs, Eirself/Emse,” “Per, Per, Per/Pers, Perself,” “Zi, Hir/Hirs Hirself,” “Ze, Zir, Zir/Zirs, Zirself,” “They, Them, Their/Theirs, Themse” (used as a singular pronoun) and — yes — the archaic “He, Him, His, Himself” or “Her, She, Hers, Herself.”

K-strategists expect an environment with conflict. They see conflict as part of their world. It doesn’t bother them in the least. The most K-environment is like a martial arts club. Guys try to knock each other’s heads off or strangle each other unconscious, but it is all just how the world is – nothing is personal. You shake hands after the bouts, and even go out for beers after that. Just as an example, when I log into Castalia House to buy something, the welcome screen says, “Welcome back, Asshole!” No kidding, my account really does, and I smile every time I see it. You wonder why SWAT guys and military men rib each other?

The problem with r-strategists like liberals is not the r-selected environment they demand. It is the individual who is adapted to that environment, who is so expectant of a totally conflict-free environment that they cannot even bear to hear someone use the pronoun “him” for a man and “her” for a woman without freaking out. The slightest hint of a possible failure to consider every individual’s most silly and minor demand ahead of time sets everyone on edge, and before you know it some feminist is on a rampage and there are no rabbit survivors.

There is a solution for this, and it rhymes with Hapocalypse. Once you have to navigate a gauntlet of heavily-armed blood-thirsty savages on your way to class, should you be lucky enough to make it there with all your appendages then suddenly someone referring to a woman as “she” isn’t quite as big a deal as everyone makes it out to be.

I for one can’t wait.

Ho’pocalypse cometh™