I’m reading a mystery novel, and, again, the incessant “they” to refer to the unknown murderer is very annoying. How did Agatha Christie, Ruth Rendell and all the other brilliant mystery writers manage to create so many excellent novels without theying everything to death?
The English language somehow existed until now without this ugliness. Why do we have to torture it because of our generation’s fixation on “misgendering”?
P.S. At least, a character who is an FBI agent refers to the elusive killer as “this son of a bitch” and not “this gender-fluid child of an unsavory canine parent”. For now.

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