Political correctness does exist as a competing form of manners among the middle-middle class, and it posits superiority over those above it (as, absurdly, privileged) as well as those beneath it (ignorant bigots).
In a word, it’s signalling masquerading as manners.
Funny how they’re exempt on ALL counts. Imagine what they were like as children! Shh, I’m telling! You used a bad word! (Albeit a correct word).
They wonder why nobody is listening to them anymore and even in the cases of classic liberals, actively voting against them. We’ve all been, collectively, far more polite than they ever could be, to put up with it for years.
Whereas they are quarrelsome as a preacher at a Satanic ritual, who wouldn’t be so gauche as to say the other person was using the ‘incorrect’ pronouns, when those are dictionary-standard. Social justice is a smirking, smug means of social control.
It’s called political correctness because A. politicians are polite liars and B. they live to ‘correct’ others, generally unable to control themselves.
If you force a man to love his murderers (terrorists) you have driven him mad.
Yet, what is social justice without an authority? And they don’t have God? That leaves… themselves.
Yep, it’s an egomaniacal/megalomaniac complex, writ into politics. Consider, without politics, what do they have to talk about? How boring are they, as people?
Finally, everyone else, everyone they disregarded as the reviled majority, is signalling against them. Everyone is finally aboard the identity politics bandwagon and they don’t feel special anymore. [hypocrites] Little do they realize, this is to teach them a lesson with their own poison. That would require an ounce of self-awareness.
Everyone else replies: I am not one of you. I am proud of that.
They call this the rise of populism or nationalism or some other sneering jibe. They’re making it tilt harder and slip power from their hands.
They demonstrate no awareness of consequences (among the liberal privilege) because their very lives are sheltered and coddled. Rather than being open-minded to the ‘experiences’ of others, they shun and ridicule them. How dare the lumpen-prole question them, they don’t even attend theatre! Mind your place and ‘educate yourself’, says the girl who waits tables or lives off her parents. Expect they will lose many
popularity contests elections, if not actively bet against them. Peoples are slow to rise and hard to quell.
Again, distrust anyone who makes politics their life. And what do they reply? The personal is political. Nay, it’s vanity. All is vanity and hashtag selfies with office paper signs. It would be one thing if they had a life, to be so self-obsessed with. How boring are they, individually?
I think we all know the answer. Worst of all, they’re incapable of having fun.
I mean, really, who slags off someone’s fancy dress costume?
And who tells you what to wear, aside from an obnoxious step-parent?
They have only themselves to blame for the ways they’re privately despised.
By all means, trust fund baby, tell me about wealth redistribution and how much you admire Karl Marx.
It’s a false rebellion to preserve their social power.
If they had a brain, they’d hate globalism and the rise of developing nations more than anyone, having the most to lose. They’ll understand when they spend their twilight years working in a supermarket because the pensions ran out. Presently, they assume they’re ‘too good’ for it. They will soon be corrected. Social mobility usually goes down.