The Israeli invasion, or reoccupation, of Gaza made me recall the glory days of the women’s movement when its young disciples had such fire in their bellies that using the “g word” to refer to any female over 12 years-of-age would bring the house down upon one. During that time I had a conversation with one of the fire breathers in my office. I mentioned something about “history” and she retorted “herstory.” Yes, anyone using an adjective relating to the male specie was deemed a chauvinistic pig. Even some would rebel at the use of the word “this” suggesting that it be change to “ther.”
I tiptoed around quietly. I earnestly hoped not to be caught making a politically incorrect remark. Remnants of that are seen today as I use the pronoun her in places I normally would have used him.