Thanks for nothing, Republican panty sniffers. It’s not enough that you’re personally dying to know what’s under everyone’s dress, but you’re passing laws to make sure everyone else has to know, too.
“Mind your own business,” and the equally important, “don’t overshare,” worked fine for centuries. There’s nothing conservative in overturning simple, common courtesy and common sense.
Hey remember when Ted Cruz tried to use transphobia as a wedge issue to help him win the primary?
Yeah, that didn’t work out so well. Turns out the vast majority of people in America don’t give a shit. Only the regressive troglodytes like this security guard and the Evangelicals care, and they’re losing more power by the day. And the vast majority of people see this for what it is: another naked attempt by Republicans to get enough Christians riled up to vote for them. It’s so obvious and so extremely cynical.
Granted, there could be a lot more out there, but this is the first story about ANY actual issue arising with the change in policy. I do have to wonder how the guard knew this woman was transgender… a sign on her back… did she use the urinal in the Women’s Room… was there a cup check in the stall?
Much like the annual War on Christmas.
“Pharisees.”
Closest example would be holier-than-thou types in the religious right. He had no problem with prostitutes, for example.
LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!! Who woulda guessed this would ever be a problem??? SMH
…and nuke the entire site from orbit…it’s the only way to be sure.
~Ellen Ripley
If that picture is correct . . .
Years of working in public venues has taught me not to make hasty assumptions about mannish-looking women and girlish-looking men, and I’m not going to investigate further unless there’s junk in the open.
Ahh, but you’re mistaken! That’s not a tree, that a poison ivy vine that’s strangled the tree of the GOP and now it’s just a skeleton of its former self that the ivy infests. Sure, it’s green so it kinda looks like the old tree, but it’s nasty shit when you come in contact with it…
(I’ve just been trying to clear 3 acres worth of poison ivy vines, but my wife is a former English teacher and tells me this is ‘pretty good’ metaphor.)
Better metaphor, for sure. I was imagining a mammalian-type cancerous growth on a tree that used to be manageable. And “pretty good” is about the level of my praise most of the time, too.
Good luck with the ivy. I hope your Caladryl stash is sufficient for the task.