I'm in a little debate here. There are some identity politics being used in it.
So a parable, of a fellow and his gays.
Once upon a time there was a fellow who could not see the people for all his gays. He was very interested in his gays. He liked to say, "See my gays dance and prance, see them run! Why, just the other day my gays and I ran, ran along in a field of flowers! We were so happy and gay, that day. Now I shall have my gays dance for you, again. Dance my gays, prance!"
I think I shall make up groups of people too. That way, they'll do whatever I say they do.