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An agony of sorts, spotted by Julia and several others during the National Union of Students’ currently ongoing Women’s Conference:
No, you mustn’t laugh, says the Independent’s Andrew Griffin. Because clapping in support can break a woman in half:
And what could possibly be funny about a room full of “mindful” feminists doing jazz hands every few minutes?
Evidence is triggering too, apparently. And so it goes in the bin:
Says the “struggling postgraduate” and NUS Women’s Officer whose interests include cats, “trade unions” and “being mentally ill.”
After quite a bit of sniggering, chiefly from other women, the fearless warriors, our architects of tomorrow, withdrew from public view to a more private Twitter account. What with all that heteronormative persecution. You see, strong feminist women need a “self-care room” and “safe spaces” where heathens who find this level of preciousness amusing are just a traumatic memory. Shielded from the horrors of raised eyebrows and any hint of incredulity, the ladies continued to address the great issues of the day.
And so in the official Women’s Conference document we find such things as this:
The appropriation of Black women by white gay men is prevalent within the LGBT scene and community. This may be manifested in the emulation of the mannerisms, language (particularly AAVE- African American Vernacular English) and phrases that can be attributed to Black women. White gay men may often assert that they are “strong black women” or have an “inner black woman.” White gay men are the dominant demographic within the LGBT community, and they benefit from both white privilege and male privilege.
And therefore,
This type of appropriation is unacceptable and must be addressed. Low numbers of Black LGBT women delegates attend NUS LGBT conference. This can be attributed to many factors, one of which may be the prevalent appropriation by white gay men, which may mean that delegates do not feel comfortable or safe attending conference.
You see, if a black woman has something better to do with her time – better than doing jazz hands whenever a feminist speaks – this is almost certainly the fault of white gay men. All of whom are doing ghetto fabulous finger-snaps and referring to themselves, continually, as “strong black women.”
Oh look. A button.
What a bunch of wussy drips they are. Their preciousness does little but threaten to set back women by centuries – yet they’d gibber with outrage and probably have the vapors at the notions of those old fashioned males who denied employment in rough, tough and dangerous jobs to females because they weren’t suitable for them – being weak, sensitive flowers.
Aisling is a sexist hatemonger on the basis of that tweet.
Laughed out loud at this one. Triggering on SO many levels. Where do I report for re-education?
https://mobile.twitter.com/SteveSkipper/status/580399032461299713
The thing to bear in mind is, this kind of pretentious sensitivity is a positional good, a kind of conspicuous consumption. Like so much political correctness, it’s all about social positioning. As Kristian Niemietz put it,
That’s why it’s so competitive and why it can never end. The drama must go on, regardless of how absurd it is, or how dishonest. There must always be something to scold, something to fret about. And so we end up with Guardian columnists agonising about the menace of heteronormative cupcakes and insufficiently considerate spellcheck software.
That NUS twitter feed is hypnotically bad.
However, as with so much of the material presented here by our gracious host and his legion of faithful, snarky commenters, once the laughter subsides what remains is a feeling that we are getting a glimpse of what will be normal tomorrow.
So, never having heard of “Jazz Hands”, I went to Wikipedia to find out what it was about, and what did I see but (1) it was popularised by (trigger alert!), a white, cisgendered MAN, and (2) it is most used by those epitomes of objectification of women and the malevolence of the male gaze (trigger alert again!), CHEERLEADERS. And these geniuses at the NUS co-opt it as an expression of warm and fuzzy feminist self-righteous caring and sharing. Beyond parody.
Extraordinary. Somewhere, the ghosts of Victorian manufacturers of smelling salts are laughing their legs off. Women are now apparently so fragile that you mustn’t make sudden noises or movements in their presence lest you startle them. They’re competing to be more pathetically helpless than each other. After this, and the “safe space” at the American university with bubbles, play-doh and colouring books, I think we can’t be more than a year away from feminists demanding to be spoken to in baby talk.
They’re competing to be more pathetically helpless than each other.
Yes, but it’s a pantomime. Like a great deal of leftist politics, it’s fundamentally insincere. Though that doesn’t seem to trouble its advocates, a remarkable number of whom seem both credulous and needy, such that they’ll attempt almost any contortion. What matters is being seen while pretending.
This is amazing, thanks David. Here’s a tweet from last year’s conference: https://twitter.com/RebeccaOHagan1/status/459992719554002945
Conference, please do not use the term female when referring to delegates, it is not accessible! #nusscotwom14 Women are not female!
Shielded from the horrors of raised eyebrows and any hint of incredulity, the ladies continued to address the great issues of the day.
And they wonder why people are laughing at them.
move to jazz hands
The NUS women’s conference, earlier today:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PIaj7FNHnjQ
And they wonder why people are laughing at them.
But no, you mustn’t titter. According to Conference Motion 512,
And therefore,
You see, if a black woman has something better to do with her time – better than doing jazz hands whenever a feminist speaks – this is almost certainly the fault of white gay men. All of whom are doing ghetto fabulous finger-snaps and referring to themselves, continually, as “strong black women.”
They should all wear burquas
To me, Jazz Hands suggests that nasty, vile raycisss behaviour associated with the (gasp) Black And White Minstrels on telly years ago. You know, lefties, where white people blacked up their faces and spoke in de funny speak and shook their hands in the air and blinked their eyes at the camera and said ‘Oh Lawks a-Moses’ for a whole cotton-picking minute. Of course that would be banned now so I hope dear sozialists you have enjoyed this little delve into the unpleasant past of family entertainment.
Carry on (oh wait… that’s another ban right there)
(PS: I was talking to a local am dram thesp who was helping put on a play at the local church hall and a neighbour of his, when she heard it was a black comedy, anxiously said: “Oh no, you can’t do that these days.”
“What?” Asked the leading man, puzzled.
“You know,” the woman said under her voice and looked sheepish. “You know… That, um, black thing.”
“What black thing?”
“Blacking up,” she whispered, looking over her shoulder in case anyone was watching her and judging her.
“No, it’s not the Black and White Mistrels,” said the man,much to the great relief of the woman.)
I’m thinking they left out the “power” part of “empowering.”
Hey, if it’s good enough for Shatner.
And it’s a cunning variation of Occupy’s up-and-down twinkles.
It’s what intellectuals do.
David, thank you for the link in comment at 9.09. Brilliantly succinct skewering of so much that is wrong with modern ‘culture’.
My universe just got a little clearer.
>Positional goods therefore have a peculiar property: the utility their consumers derive from them is inversely related to the number of people who can access them…
Hence frequest flying tourists against other tourism…
David, thank you for the link in comment at 9.09.
It does, I think, explain the competitive dynamic, the neediness, the disregard for proportion, etc. I mean, arguments don’t have to be terribly realistic or able to withstand scrutiny if the purpose is chiefly one of social display, and if the primary audience is made up of other, equally needy and pretentious people.
Seven years ago, in one of my early posts on self-styled academic radicals, I wrote:
I don’t think much has changed since then. Not for the better, anyway.
It may bear repeating that appearances-centrism is a cornerstone of clinical personality disorder. It’s part of the broad spectrum of pathological dishonesty: I am not concerned with reason or reality, goes the disordered mind, because I am concerned with purveying my image in such a way as to conform, cowtow, or victimize others.
Not surprising that these youngsters are products of parents who were products of the narcissistic Sixties. More than a few of their instructors and nannies are “liberal” Sixties vintage too.
You see, if a black woman has something better to do with her time – better than doing jazz hands whenever a feminist speaks – this is almost certainly the fault of white gay men. All of whom are doing ghetto fabulous finger-snaps and referring to themselves, continually, as “strong black women.”
Snork. You go, girlfriend. 😀
You really can’t argue with that kind of logic.
Women are now apparently so fragile that you mustn’t make sudden noises or movements in their presence lest you startle them.
Patrick Brown, one good, high volume fart could probably take out a whole room of them.
They don’t feel safe attending a conference because of white gay men? The least dangerous demographic on the planet? What are they afraid of, having cupcakes offered to them by well-built men with beards?
Are these some of the people who get ever so cross (righteously) that women aren’t allowed to take front line combat roles in the Army? Thank you NUS wimmin for such sterling service in your bolstering of stereotypes – lots of girlies do indeed climb on chairs and shriek when confronted with a terrifying mouse; the ladies must not be expected to get involved in, or even hear about, anything unpleasant or upsetting, the poor lambs are too delicate to handle it; many gays are not men at all, the blighters have women “inside” them.
Off topic, but not wholly unrelated I don’t think …
Can anyone here fill in the blanks below?
Private mass transit is a touchy topic in San Francisco, where many fear [[[ ]]] is creating parallel amenities — private campuses, private transportation, private cafeterias — where [[[ ]]] don’t have to bump into the masses.
Now my first thoughts were along the lines of the Women and Gender Studies Institute in the first gap, and female students (at an elite, private university) for the second one, but no, that turns out to be not be correct.
“No clapping, we’re feminists.”
“No clapping, we’re feminists.”
I think it’s probably best to avoid any expressions of approval. Safety first and all that.
I’m just trying to imagine the kind of person that could respond to a specific request for jazz hands on the basis that clapping is triggering anxiety with a straight face.
You could probably ask them to cave into any demented whim by playing the triggering card. I’m tempted to turn up in drag and demand that any laughter be replaced with a silver cornet band and tap dancing, because it’s triggering heteronormative oppression-related PTSD. Please be mindful!
I’m just trying to imagine the kind of person that could respond to a specific request for jazz hands… with a straight face.
Someone like this, perhaps?
Slightly off topic:
Seems there are some things that would not be expected to be ‘triggering’ to today’s students.
Is it OK to bring a humanitarian pro- “Islamic State Iraq and Syria” group on campus, the undercover for conservative activist James O’Keefe’s ‘Project Veritas’ asks.
http://nypost.com/2015/03/24/cornell-dean-says-isis-welcome-on-campus-in-undercover-video/
Wooh.
“There are seven basic hand signals”.
However, there are actually eight, and that young man in the down vest, and these two, together exemplify why you should never go full retard.
Hmmm. If clapping is unacceptable, and jazz hands get very emphatically demanded, and still get giggles even in their own, ah, discussions, then perhaps there could be a carefully timed singalong of Snake In The Grass . . .
“You see, if a black woman has something better to do with her time – better than doing jazz hands whenever a feminist speaks – this is almost certainly the fault of white gay men. “
One wonders where they find the time & the energy, since they are responsible for all that unsettled weather and flooding as well:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-oxfordshire-25793358
. . . where [[[ ]]] don’t have to bump into the masses.
Oh, if all the hipsters could indeed get corralled off away from the adults, that would indeed be appreciated with immense sighs of relief . . . as it is, there already have been the ongoing instances of local parks covered in trash, who then leave masses of garbage left strewn all over.
Is it OK to bring a humanitarian pro- “Islamic State Iraq and Syria” group on campus, the undercover for conservative activist James O’Keefe’s ‘Project Veritas’ asks.
So, does this mean that the same official will be equally welcoming of concealed carry on campus and related matters of assuring the safety of students and staff?
A civlised administration would provide adult diapers, crying towels, and fainting couches. Or a padded safe space. Frees up the nurses for other triage. Seems reasonable.
One wonders where they find the time & the energy, since they are responsible for all that unsettled weather and flooding as well:
“>http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-oxfordshire-25793358
Perhaps he could come over to the US and also blame San Francisco and vicinity, we could use a good deal of once again being afflicted by storms . . .
Aisling’s background appears to be American flag-styled graffiti stating (I think) “F*ck grad school. I want to start a Revolution”. Never experienced one myself, but as I understand it these “revolution” thingies can be noisy and have been known to trigger anxiety in some people.
The Star-Bellied Sneeches had bellies with stars,
But the Plain-Bellied Sneeches had none upon thars.
I am so glad I’ve gone beyond being able to be embarrassed for people like this.
UKIP councillor blames storms and floods on gay marriage
Maybe he should pray to his god, asking him to not be such a petty asshole.
Worthless, worthless, worthless women. I’m ashamed of them. I became a feminist about 100 years ago to show I was as tough as any man; now, apparently, I’m supposed to be wussier than Pajama Boy to have feminist creds. Shameful.
Was following a blogger who was critiquing a book about a college co-ed (and I’m sure I’m not supposed to use that term). The “feminist” blogger was ENRAGED by a scene where the co-ed and a boy who liked her went to a party and drank a few beers, then went back to his room and the co-ed initiated and performed oral sex on him. “RAPE!” wrote the blogger, and “RAPE!” agreed the other commenters. What? What? I just…
So ashamed and disgusted by these worthless women. Susan B. would puke.
Me: They’re competing to be more pathetically helpless than each other.
Our Esteemed Host: Yes, but it’s a pantomime.
I think there’s another wrinkle. I’m from Northern Ireland, where all politics is identity politics, which is why I’m so aghast at seemingly grown-up countries turning to that benighted creed. But in Northern Ireland you have two “communities”, each competing to be seen as the more hard-done-by, thereby to deserve the patronage of a higher authority, i.e. the British government. Both communities are presenting themselves as helpless children, demanding that a parent look after them, and resolve their disputes for them by rewarding the good child and punishing the bad one, externalising all responsibility on the parent.
In modern right-on identitarianism I see something of the same thing. It’s not often clear who they’ve identified as the responsible parent, but they all seem to be competing to be looked after, to be the most helpless and thus the most deserving of being looked after. It’s a headlong retreat from adulthood.
Aisling’s background appears to be American flag-styled graffiti stating (I think) “F*ck grad school. I want to start a Revolution.” Never experienced one myself, but as I understand it these “revolution” thingies can be noisy and have been known to trigger anxiety in some people.
Hence the words insincerity and pantomime.
Having scanned quite a few of Aisling’s tweets and pronouncements, it’s how she seems to operate – as a dishonest little scold. At one point she was berating someone she apparently knows for laughing at the ‘jazz hands’ tweet. She told him to “stop taking the piss out of fucking disability,” claiming that “it’s an access need and it’s fucking sign language.” The sly implication being that her male friend was mocking deaf people, which, from the context, he obviously wasn’t. And as Aisling must surely know, the demand for jazz hands wasn’t driven by a wish to accommodate deaf people at all, but rather on grounds that some of the speakers are so impossibly delicate that moderate applause would put them at risk of swooning.
Aisling’s friend nonetheless backed down and the conversation ended.
Aisling’s friend nonetheless backed down and the conversation ended.
She doesn’t have to be truthful or make sense, she just has to go on screeching until people get bored.
She doesn’t have to be truthful or make sense, she just has to go on screeching until people get bored.
That does seem to be how it works quite a lot of the time. Saner people will often have better things to do. By which I mean, almost anything. Of course when identitarian scolds try to out-screech each other, the thing can last for hours.
she just has to go on screeching until people get bored.
It’s an odd dynamic to watch, and fairly common among such people. Typically, the scold deploys the word “fuck” repeatedly, to let you know How Very Serious They Are™ and how outrageous it is that you dare to disagree. Starting from such a high gear of indignation is not at all accidental and is often enough in itself to deter further discussion and thereby declare victory. Again, not everyone wants to get snarled in a long and heated row about something so absurd.
If the browbeating and f-bombs don’t work as intended and you persist in poking at their assumptions, the passion (or pseudo-passion) tends to escalate rapidly, as this is the primary tool. This is quite convenient as the scold can ramp up their outrage to levels of spluttering, screeching and exasperation, as if it were still about the ostensible issue at hand, when in fact it’s often simply outrage that, having been scolded, you still dare to disagree.
“WHY WON’T YOU JUST LET ME WIN?!”
Laurie Penny’s now-famous exchange with David Starkey comes to mind. She tries to ambush him with a low personal attack, then she slanders him, twice, all while being very passionate and endlessly self-righteous, and when he won’t back down and instead hits back, revealing her double standards to a live audience, she then acts all wounded and is reduced to incoherent squeaking, claiming that she’s “shaken” by the “violence” – “violence” that she initiated, gleefully, and was expecting to get away with.
Typically, the scold deploys the word “fuck” repeatedly, to let you know How Very Serious They Are™ and how outrageous it is that you dare to disagree
It is more than that.
If you dare question the necessity to swear, you leave yourself open to the charge of caring more about petit bourgeois sensibilities than rape/ global warming/ mass famine/ gratuitous clapping etc.
If you dare question the necessity to swear, you leave yourself open to the charge of caring more about petit bourgeois sensibilities than rape/ global warming/ mass famine/ gratuitous clapping etc.
True. And for some reason this sprang to mind.