I never feel bad for correcting them when they self-incorrect themselves. I tend to be more on the aggressive side when someone gets it right the first time but then goes “sorry sir”. One time I went off on a waitress for doing it, and she looked so scared and deeply regretted it. After the meal when she brought the check she apologized profusely for misgendering me. So I think being a bitch about being misgendered is sometimes a good thing. When I’ve been nice people are pleasant but end up forgetting. But when I’m a bitch, they remember.

It’s like spritzing a cat’s face with water to get them to stop doing that thing they shouldn’t be doing. Unpleasant but necessary.