Do not entertain the illusion that I, Tololy, am asking you to name my sex. I am a self-professed female and I was born as such. The rather interesting title refers to Name My Sex; a site effectively entertaining that was featured on Click Online, a BBC World show that I try to watch when I can afford the luxury of time.
I enjoyed the site because I think it could play a more important role in the future. Such a role comes under the disputed flag of the ties linking, or detaching, feminism and language. On a more lighter note, this site is a real brainteaser. You would find yourself posing questions such as “Why do I think a car is female?”, or “How come home is male?”. It is highly taunting, see for yourself.
I tried it and realised that I don’t think of objects as genders…I do know that if Americans refer to anything with an imaginary gender it is almost exclusively female…
I an offer one answer to “why a car is a female”, but for some unkown reason I try to keep a basic level of decency on this blog.
Why do you think that is, Dustywood? I would like to know what you think of the matter.
Jameed, I am flattered you try to keep a “basic” level of decency in the Box. I would tell you to say what you will, only that would sharply contradict the Box’s Commenting Policy, I fear.
I guess a good number of people, as well as myself, can guess why you think a car is female. Interesting though.