A hospital for women, that literally that was created to deal with just women’s health, that I’ve had to go to in the past as well as have group therapy held at, sent me a letter today. Me, a single, childless AFAB person with internal organs that cannot support the growth of children or produce what is needed to creative life. All of this which is in my files, none of this is a secret to the WOMAN’S HOSPITAL! And what to they send me today? An invitation to join a mother’s group, as long as I’m over 18 and have a child between the ages of 6 and 10 that has emotional issues. Because you know, as someone who is medically incapable of having children, sending me that is perfectly sane, fantastic idea!
The Narrator: I'm sorry. Are you telling me that you didn't even think to plead your case with them first before you asked me to brainwash the entire world?
Tippet: Well, I mean when you put it like that then-
Kev: I wasn’t talking about call signs — I was asking if I can be frank with you ab…
Kim: You’re not changing your name. We’re still not over that fact that ‘his’ name supposedly is Jason. — Ten years, ‘Jason.’ We’ve known each other for ten f*cking years.