I don’t see how this whole “gender-not-sex” version of civil rights is going to last, given that it’s running on emotion and falls apart conceptually and in practice. Some day the individuals which make up that self-righteous waitstaff will slowly start modifying their views till they’ve each gradually shifted over, possibly without realizing it.
Till then, let us hope our side will keep cool-headed and not start posting any photos of suffragette ribbons on the internet.
Sastra, I fear that the utter battiness of it all makes it the sort of belief system that isn’t amenable to softening without a road to Damascus moment. Without a clear conception of pretty much anything, thresholds of reasonableness will continue to expand and push believers ever further from reality.
Details are a little sketchy, but apparently Marion left the pub when asked and the group she was with remained (as they weren’t asked to leave). The police were called to deal with that group, not Marion, and FIVE officers arrived.
There were three police officers in attendance at July’s #WomenWontWheeshTinThePark event in Glasgow, where ~300 women met wearing evil shirts. The officers stood around being bored because there was nothing to police.
so I might visit that pub in my Maya or Magdalen shirt and see how they react to a male terf. As someone on Twitter pointed out, I should be sure to order only tapwater.
There’s a good thread about it from a bar worker’s point of view. You hardly ever call for the police to a pub unless there is actual (not literal) violence. It’s an absolute last resort.
Bar managers are used to dealing with drunk/unruly/obstreperous punters and will deal with them quietly. After any incident in a pub, you can feel the discomfort of the other drinkers, who are then put off from staying/coming again. There are dodgy pubs with a clientele like Begbie in Train Spotting, ready to chuck their fists about; there are pubs where some football tribes will frequent and you avoid on match days, but the Doctors isn’t like that. It’s a very agreeable place in a central location near the university, serving good beer and food, and with a generally pleasant vibe, just the place where a bunch of women would go for a friendly drink.
So much for being inclusive.
I don’t see how this whole “gender-not-sex” version of civil rights is going to last, given that it’s running on emotion and falls apart conceptually and in practice. Some day the individuals which make up that self-righteous waitstaff will slowly start modifying their views till they’ve each gradually shifted over, possibly without realizing it.
Till then, let us hope our side will keep cool-headed and not start posting any photos of suffragette ribbons on the internet.
Either that, or that wokestaff will alienate so many potential clients that their business will dry up. Cutting off their nose to spite their face.
On bail?
You’ve got to be kidding. I know, I know. But it’s outrageous, truly outrageous.
Sastra, I fear that the utter battiness of it all makes it the sort of belief system that isn’t amenable to softening without a road to Damascus moment. Without a clear conception of pretty much anything, thresholds of reasonableness will continue to expand and push believers ever further from reality.
Details are a little sketchy, but apparently Marion left the pub when asked and the group she was with remained (as they weren’t asked to leave). The police were called to deal with that group, not Marion, and FIVE officers arrived.
There were three police officers in attendance at July’s #WomenWontWheeshTinThePark event in Glasgow, where ~300 women met wearing evil shirts. The officers stood around being bored because there was nothing to police.
I’ll be in Edinburgh on 2nd Sept for this: https://twitter.com/ForwomenScot/status/1425151118829629442/photo/1
so I might visit that pub in my Maya or Magdalen shirt and see how they react to a male terf. As someone on Twitter pointed out, I should be sure to order only tapwater.
There’s a good thread about it from a bar worker’s point of view. You hardly ever call for the police to a pub unless there is actual (not literal) violence. It’s an absolute last resort.
https://twitter.com/Nichivo_/status/1429379644583727105
Bar managers are used to dealing with drunk/unruly/obstreperous punters and will deal with them quietly. After any incident in a pub, you can feel the discomfort of the other drinkers, who are then put off from staying/coming again. There are dodgy pubs with a clientele like Begbie in Train Spotting, ready to chuck their fists about; there are pubs where some football tribes will frequent and you avoid on match days, but the Doctors isn’t like that. It’s a very agreeable place in a central location near the university, serving good beer and food, and with a generally pleasant vibe, just the place where a bunch of women would go for a friendly drink.