Once upon a racist time, a little racist gender-neutral girl skipped through the racist forest until she came to a racist cottage in a racist clearing. “I wonder what racist lives here?” she wondered. She knocked on the racist door, but no racist answered, so she opened the racist door and poked her racist head inside. She saw three racist bowls of racist porridge on the racist table … Are your eyes glazing over yet? It’s a funny thing about language, but if you use a word too much, you tend to ignore it. It loses its meaning. It becomes...