* In response to an email that started, "Dear Sir", and to which I replied (in part), "I am not a sir":*
"As I sent this email to a generic contact address and not to an address related to any individual, I was unaware of the gender of the person I was contacting. "Dear sir" is a standard English convention for letters addressed to businesses or journalistic organizations, and you will find it used in any number of well-respected publications. It is not intended as a statement on the recipient's gender identity (as that would lead to significant confusion!) but rather as a polite expression."
In response to a tweet about needing to escape constant micro-aggressions by retreating to Tobago:
"One cannot escape microagressions even in Trinidad and Tobago because privileges are given to people based upon inheritance, education, physical beauty, one's closeness to Eurocentricism, and even religiousity."
In response to my reply that I am a Trinidadian and do not need my country explained to me:
"Actually, you're an "African" and Trinidad is an island that remains in a neocolonial posture. Good day mate!"
In response to my response to get the fuck out of my mentions with assumptions about my ancestry:
"No need for the uncouth language. Let's be clear, T&T is dominated by the East Indians, then Africans, and mulattos(i.e., Europeans)."
In response to my retweet of someone looking for a home for a cat in a spot without other pets or small children:
"fuck this cat"
In response to my reply of "excuse you?"
"it was a joke"
Stop. Taking. Up. All. The. Space. Stop demanding attention and recognition and time and politeness and smiles and sweetness and light from women who don't know you, who owe you nothing.
You think you are not doing this and I promise you that you are.
This missive first appeared in the Galavant Times, and was brought to you by the fucking patriarchy.