...We're goin' for a ride.* Or not.
Beseems a couple of the more curmudgeonly folk in this corner of the innernets have gone a-curmudgeoning on the subject of Erin Palette-as-recently-revelated. They ain't at all comfy with matters as they are and are gonna use the pronouns that seem right to them.
Curmudgeons serve a purpose and a valuable one: to stand facing Change, shouting Oh Hell No and occasionally putting their shoulder to the wheel to keep it right where it is.
This is a good thing -- too much change too fast can create a terrible mess. I hope folks will be as polite and as tolerant of 'em as they have been of Erin. Yes, yes, some people we like do not happen to agree with one another. It happens. It's okay. Human beings are not ants.
It'd be a damn dull world if we all shared the same views.
* "The internets got drama, mama, you don't even hafta go outside/Saddle up the drama llama, ride to the Book of Face/There's mean nasty awful stuff there/an' lots of angst to waste." And so on. If I could sing and had a guitar, I could be a famous artiste, if I knew how to play guitar. Even just a little, like a ukelele. Remember, online ain't real life, at least not 'til the P*yP*l bill arrives.
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