Put a non-sexy graphic of the two types of genitalia above the bathroom doors. Don’t care what you think you are, use the one where the graphic matches your equipment. What if I am confused and think I am a Rockefeller- will I be entitled to their fortune?
Same principle as when babies go to sleep when the vacuum cleaner is running. It is a defense mechanism for dealing with irritating, continual, negative sensory input.
Maybe they should qualify the claim with “every thinking person with a sense of humor, an appreciation of the magic of childhood, and the ability to understand the absurdities of adulthood”, but most readers already know this. By the way, harboring a pet peeve list only serves to agitate the list holder, doesn’t change anyone else’s behavior, and annoys those who have to hear about it, if they let it.
Been there- PE, picked last, as usual, as far out in left field as possible, praying no ball would come my way, but one did. I held my hands up, no glove, caught the fly ball, was instantly given standing ovation and applause from both teams!
He should drag himself over to her and dump sand in her cast.