This weekend, I continued the assault on my closet and discovered gender madness in the making and the fact that I was clearly born to blog.
This weekend, I continued my assault on the nooks and crannies of my house in which I’ve stored the unused bits and pieces of my life. It’s been a dusty and spidery journey, but also an illuminating and sometimes amusing one. The things I thought important enough to save reminded me how much the world has both changed and remained the same since I squirreled these things away. My collection also gives a hint about the fact that, long before blogging was a thing, I was meant to be a blogger.
I learned that, as early as 1974, when I was 13, I was sufficiently fascinated and repelled by assaults on the English language in the name of gender neutrality to save this article (for this and all other images, click on the image to get to its dedicated page and then click on it again to enlarge):
Eight years later, aged 21, I was still paying attention to the trend of de-genderizing language and using these language changes to shift morality: