I saw this riding on a car’s bumper the other day and had to do a double-take.
I knew UT had a recent brouhaha over wanting to fine, expel, and genitally mutilate students before sending them to re-education camps for not calling he/she/its by some new pronouns they invented five minutes ago but this?
It’s too insidious. They’re the Lady Vols not the Ladyboys. Cameltoes not camel’s nose.
We don’t want to know that your Ford F-150 secretly wants to be a convertible Mazda Miata or that your automatic Audi TT would rather be a stick. Maybe you get off on teasing those cisgenders at Pep Boys with your shocks and struts. But the only one who should know if you’ve blown a tranny should be your mechanic.
Come on, people. Pick a side.