To be fair, the proper rites would probably involve fashioning the AIDS quilt into a catapult and using it to shoot both her and her husband's ashes into the sun.

And speaking of just giving away good band names like a dummy…

Kinda want to be a fly on the wall for that during the National Women's Day scene.

Don't be silly. My roller derby name is still "the Razzle-Dazzler."

Been dead for 136 years.

"Jenny Shades" is kind of a badass name.

As I understand it, "This used to be her name" is cool.

Men were Men, Women were Women, and everything else was repressed, lest ye be thrown into the lava-crusted torture pits with the salted lustweasels.

"You see, children, sometimes when a woman, a woman, a rainbow-colored strap-on, and a container of water-based lube love each other very, very much—"
"You're not my real parents."
"We really aren't."

Now, were the upvotes for the joke or for the subsequent beating?

Would you really watch any of their movies besides SPEED RACER with your kids to begin with?

I wonder how many people are racing to reinterpret BOUND in the wake of this. I can smell an onslaught of thinkpieces from here.

Well, there seem to be some pretty mouthy dudes who can't grasp the notion that your birth gender and head gender might not match.

I don't think it's ideological gatekeeping, really, so much as a lot of trans folks seem to report that it's one of the first questions, if not the first question, asked of them upon disclosing their status to a new acquaintance. It gets tiresome, it's invasive, and it's not particularly relevant most of the time, so…

One of the big new discussions of the age is how non-binary gender actually is. In our grandparents' age, Men were Men and Women were Women.

Don't get me wrong: I think it's natural to be curious. An acquaintance is a trans man married to a cisgendered woman, and my first thought upon finding that out was to wonder about the, ah, personal mechanics.

You appear to be conflating their gender presentation with the current status of their private pants area.

I can neither confirm nor deny the Wachowski sisters' participation in a moonlight sword duel with a legion of mute, castrati warriors, sworn to silence and dedicated to the most forbidden arts of combat.

Weirdly, my first reaction was, "…I thought she was married to Frances McDormand?"

And they mean "found." There was a copy in the frozen pizza aisle.