Posted on 12/02/2017 7:48:55 AM PST by C19fan
A Trinity College professor recently criticized the popular dating site OKCupid for marginalizing LBGTQ people, a claim that company officials vehemently dispute. In an article for the Journal of Feminist Geography, professor Jen Jack Gieseking—who “identifies as a woman” but uses “he/him/his pronouns”—bemoans the difficulty that gay and transgender people encounter when trying to find other LGBTQ people on the site.
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Sounds like a business opportunity.
Jen Jack, sorry that your preferred group is less than 1% of the population, but you put yourself in that situation when you decided to oppose God and nature.
... The Journal of Feminist Geography ...
Good grief.
More proof that it was a YUGE mistake to shut down the insane asylums.
Probably be thrown in jail for saying this but “f***k you!”
Rectum?
Darn near killed him.
“Okcupid vehemently denied the claim, pointing out that it has 22 gender options and 12 orientations to choose from, and even lets users select up to five descriptions at once”
But what if I identify as 6 different things AND a chinook helicopter? SUE!
yes. post of the year.
“Identifies” as a woma, and uses male pronouns, and he’s complaining he can’t find options on the dating site - can’t see why, sounds like he’s got all the bases covered.
... The Journal of Feminist Geography ...
Nice
Then find some other site professor. Or a bakery.
Then there’s the woman who backed into the airplane propeller. (disaster)
> bemoans the difficulty that gay and transgender people encounter when trying to find other LGBTQ people on the site <
I’m going to propose a radical, out-of-the-box solution. And here it is: If you don’t like that site, go to some other site.
And this revolutionary idea can be applied to other things in life. For example, if you don’t like Chinese food, don’t go to a Chinese restaurant. Go somewhere else.
The logical conclusion is: People don’t have to want you, just because you want some attention. Plus, the more elaborate, unorthodox or bizarre your self description is, the fewer people are going to want to take that gamble.
Sorry Pal, but you cannot legislate lust and desire.
I’m tired of being victimized by Black Privilege.
I’m made to suffer as a result of the worst culture on earth, the American urban African-American culture.
Don’t believe me?
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