My favorite part is how she doesn't even pretend the "lefty straight man" is a friend. It's just some guy—probably a barista or some employee at a media company—she cornered and then subjected to a deranged rant while he tried to escape.
Me: Mornin' Drew.
You: Mornin'.
Me: Are you aware of how many penised lesbians are pushing to access female spaces?
You: What?
Me: Let's talk about your kinks. I assure you that your kinks include—wow you look so uncomfortable discussing this, which just proves my point.
"The impression given was that I was depraved to say such things aloud, and that he'd much prefer a seemly silence."
She's so close to getting it. SO CLOSE!
I honestly don't know where to start.
The conflation of what women share with each other, about men they date—with what men share about their own personal kinks, with each other, is as self-serving as it is free from logic.
bar code scanner gun in hand desperately trying to track the bottle of wine the erratic lady won't just set down on the counter. holding up the whole line
She went up to a stranger and asked why men are violent sexual predators. She didn’t ask why trans women were violent sexual predators. JK would rather be a TERF than go to therapy.
I'm assuming it's actually Keir Starmer - I know she'd scheduled a meeting with him to TERFsplain trans stuff to Labour; and he certainly fits the profile of 'visibly uncomfortable but unable to leave' - that's basically his entire public demeanor.
