Ah, pronouns – those once-innocent little words have become the Molotov cocktails of the 21st century. We used to learn them in primary school, blissfully unaware that ‘he’ and ‘she’ would one day destroy friendships, careers and dinner parties. Once just humble substitutes for names, they’re now a litmus test for moral worth, a gateway to Twitter pile-ons and a fast track to declaring your side in a culture war. Say the wrong one and you’re a bigot. Say the right one, wrongly, and you sound like a hostage reading a script with a gun to your head.
