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For newcomers, more items from the archives. A ladies-of-the-left edition:
Melissa Fabello, managing editor of Everyday Feminism, shares her interracial dating advice with those less enlightened:
If you’re creasing the sheets with someone and you’re continually fretting about pseudo-sociology and imagined racial power dynamics, and about who’s being “marginalised” by virtue of their melanin levels, and thinking about sex “in relation to social power,” then it doesn’t sound like a relationship so much as an elaborate fetish. Seemingly oblivious, Ms Fabello goes on to stress the wickedness of “racial fetishization” and of “exotifying” sex with “people of colour.” “It’s never appropriate to stereotype people,” says she. And yet her own article is premised on “othering” and “exotifying” people with browner skin than hers. Chiefly by viewing them as eternal victims of some all-pervasive “white supremacy,” which apparently renders them “marginalised” and powerless, and in need of endless, neurotic accommodation by immensely sensitive white people, even in the bedroom.
“Racial justice educator” Rachel Kuo tells us how to order takeaway in a suitably agonised and intersectional manner:
For Ms Kuo, neurotic fretting is, and should be, a staple of eating out: “Food can be used as a tool of marginalisation and oppression… It’s critical for us to reflect on how we perceive the cultures that we’re consuming and think about the relationships between food, people, and power.” And yet the family running my local Chinese takeaway actively encourages heathen white folk to sample their wares, regardless of whether those paying customers are intimately familiar with All Of Chinese History. And I very much doubt that they expect their patrons to acquaint themselves with “the complex relationships and power dynamics between Asian countries” and issues of “labour equity and immigration policy” as a precondition of buying hot tossed chicken. No. What they want is custom. Pretentiously agonised pseudo-sensitivity is, alas, not billable.
Progressive she-person Silpa Kovvali insists that gendered pronouns are an “outdated linguistic tic” and must be abolished:
Readers may wish to think back to any recent discussion involving spouses, siblings, parents or children – anyone you know well – and then try repeating that conversation stripped of gender identifiers. Said out loud by actual people, about people we know, gender-neutral language tends to sound contrived and its connotations are unlikely to be flattering. And then imagine the effect of this modish neutering on popular culture – say, the quasi-pornographic romance novel: “They looked at them lustfully and reached for their buttons.” It would, I fear, be hard to keep track of the various theys involved. And a great literary genre would be rendered incomprehensible. And much as I hate to be a bother, my “preferred pronouns” are masculine. Like almost all human beings, I am not alienated from my sex in psychologically hazardous ways. I am not of indeterminate gender. I am not a they.
Tiffanie Drayton wants the world to know that her freeloading is political and not at all opportunist:
Yes, relying on a man to pay the bill, every time, is proof of Ms Drayton’s emancipation and empowerment as a thinking, hardworking, autonomous black woman. It’s how she fights for the right to claim her independence. It’s also reparation for collective male sin. You see, by paying for everything she wants, whenever she wants it, your money is simply being “returned to the women from which [sic] it was displaced in the very first place.” And so the proudly feminist author “completely rejects the premise” that “I have to pay my own way.”
There’s plenty more to poke at in the greatest hits. And tickling the tip jar is what keeps this place afloat.
Yes, relying on a man to pay the bill, every time, is proof of Ms Drayton’s emancipation and empowerment… And so the proudly feminist author “completely rejects the premise” that “I have to pay my own way.”
These people have spent a fortune on being ‘educated’.
Is it really beyond the wit of man or woman to design a large stout bag, full of rocks into which these people can be placed and shaken hard and long?
I fear it’s the only way to evolve the SJW above the level of the humble amoeba, but it will benefit them immeasurably.
Most of that fortune comes from taxes paid by other people, the contribution they pay in tuition fees is a token. (And their cost of living while at school doesn’t count, if they weren’t idling away those years at university they -or welfare agencies – have to pay for their housing and food anyway.)
These people have spent a fortune on being ‘educated’.
Not so much educated as processed. Ms Drayton is a particularly telling example of the phenomenon, a fusion of arrogance and incompetence, in that she refers to herself as a “freelance writer and activist,” a professional communicator and radical intellectual, one who regards her own tweets as educational “lectures,” such is the wisdom they contain. And yet basic grammar escapes her, even in published articles, sometimes to inadvertently comical effect.
Presumably, Ms Drayton’s $60,000-a-year education – at New York’s achingly “progressive” New School University – prioritised the mouthing of fashionable, if incoherent, opinions, rather than any proficiency or marketable skill.
How am I supposed to pursue my anthropological studies into the sexual attraction and practices of young and attractive lesbians if the badly written stories have to use non-gendered pronouns?
It’s difficult enough knowing what’s going on at present without the extensive use of video. Will no-one think of the pervert?
I even tried feeling m white privilege daily – I couldn’t believe the number of complaints to the police.
Progressive she-person Silpa Kovvali insists that gendered pronouns are an “outdated linguistic tic” and must be abolished
Except when she gets pissed off at being laughed at and calls you a cunty bro. 🙂
Except when she gets pissed off at being laughed at and calls you a cunty bro. 🙂
Heh. Oh yes, I’d forgotten that.
#OwMyFeelings
#DaveSoBro
Regarding Tiffany Drayton and her heroic struggle against “The Nefarious Patriarchy” which looks remarkably like the status quo. It’s sort of like my own struggle against the objectification Mexican-American actresses by not having sex with Salma Hayek.
Regarding Miss Fabello:
Yay, another “patriarcy smasher”. It is amazing that these pretentious twits have no clue how clownish they sound to anyone outside their clique.
Allrighty then. Thin woman is oppressed by
fatWxmym of Adiposity, who are oppressed by the adipose challenged women. Next up – “How to Check the Privilege of Your Statistically Normal Height and Weight.” This, of course, will be followed by the Normal Size Acceptance Movement.I am not a they.
Good point, it is interesting that these Punchinellos want everyone to recognize their individuality by reducing everyone to a generic. This brings to mind the F. Scott Fitzgerald quote:
Alas, I fear these unfortunates would benefit from a prolonged visit with St. Mary Bethlehem as they clearly have failed the test.
It’s sort of like my own struggle against the objectification of Mexican-American actresses by not having sex with Salma Hayek.
I stand in solidarity, brother. I too shall never attempt to have sex with Ms Hayek.
#DaveSoBrave
“I too shall never attempt to have sex with Ms Hayek.”
But should the occasion ever present itself I trust you’ll contact me to stand in for you.
@PiperPaul
Sorry. I live by a code:
ne inducas nos in temptationem.
“Racial justice educator” Rachel Kuo tells us how to order takeaway in a suitably agonised and intersectional manner
In 30 years I’ve never been to a restaurant where the owners actually wanted me to worry about “food as a tool of marginalisation and oppression”. The restaurants I eat at want customers to have a good time and come back.
The restaurants I eat at want customers to have a good time and come back.
Well, quite. And yet the ostentatiously fretful Ms Kuo bemoans how it’s possible to eat food from other cultures “in isolation from that culture’s history and also current issues… borrowing the pieces that are enjoyable – palatable and easily digestible.” Which, it seems to me, is generally the point of a restaurant or takeaway business, and it’s why foreign cuisine is commercially viable, a livelihood of millions.
I shouldn’t imagine my local Thai restaurant’s atmosphere or balance sheet would be greatly improved by its customers collaring the nearest waiter and then publicly atoning for being agents of the “dominant culture.”
This appeared on Everyday Feminism last week: in this http://everydayfeminism.com/2016/08/myths-about-everyday-feminism/
Gems include:
And if you want a bit of a behind-the-scenes look at Everyday Feminism, here’s something that you probably don’t know: We actively prioritize people with lived experience writing about issues that affect them directly – and even have an accountability checklist to make sure our contributors stay in their own lane.
That is, unlike most other sites that value good reporting over lived experience, someone who grew up middle- or upper-class isn’t going to write about classism and the impact of poverty for Everyday Feminism.
We think that’s harmful – reifying oppression and the status quo by allowing those with the most power to dictate public perception of a marginalized experience.
Good journalists need not apply.
And:
Of our six full-time and three part-time core team members:
78% are of color. Only two people who work for Everyday Feminism – myself included – are white.
Two-thirds identify as trans or gender non-conforming.
Half are somewhere along the asexual or aromantic spectrums.
Over three-quarters openly live with one or more physical, psychological, or learning disabilities.
One identifies as fat.
Everyone is queer.
It strikes me as interesting that they obsess over lived experience and authenticity, yet the staff is flagrantly unrepresentative of women, though I’m quite certain they’ve performed enough mental gymnastics to overcome barriers like logical consistency and cognitive dissonance.
Over three-quarters openly live with one or more physical, psychological, or learning disabilities.
#ShockedFace
And another, because the folks at Everyday Feminism just can’t stop giving: http://everydayfeminism.com/2016/08/lies-about-activist-violence/
The violence that marginalized people face from police for example, especially those who are Indigenous and/or Black, is never comparable to any counter-violence.
And:
Myth #2: Violence Is Only Physical
Laverne Cox said in 2014 that “when a trans woman is called a man, that is an act of violence.”
(She’s right, of course.)
. . .
When people support the conditions that create violence, they are also committing violence. They’re simply ensuring that someone else will be doing the work of murder.
Over three-quarters [of the Everyday Feminism staff] openly live with one or more physical, psychological, or learning disabilities.
At which point, comment seems unnecessary.
One identifies as fat.
Nearly every woman I know identifies as fat, so this one might be almost normal.
“Half are somewhere along the asexual or aromantic spectrums.”
What is that supposed to mean? Either you’re asexual, or you’re not. So how can you be on some asexual spectrum? And also identify as queer (which they all do, apparently)? If you know you’re queer, you’re not asexual. Or is ‘asexual spectrum’ some socio-jargonological term for low libido?
AnotherFred’s quote from EverydayFeminism:
We actively prioritize people with lived experience blahdi blah
In one of her videos on silly feminist language, Janice Fiamengo questions whether this particular phrase is helpful, saying in a wonderfully deadpan way) “surely all experience is, in some sense ‘lived'”
Wouldn’t want to suggest that feminist terminology is descending into the realms of nonsense or anything…
Nearly every woman I know identifies as fat, so this one might be almost normal.
Ah, but this one “identifies politically as a fat woman.” Her fatness is political fatness, and therefore much more important than ordinary fatness.
Her fatness is political fatness
Gives new meaning to pork barrel politics, eh?
(Full disclosure: I’ve lurked long enough to know how bonkers the “writers” of EDF are; I was making a sexist joke at the expense of helpless lunatics who don’t realize they are the but of every joke involving a stereotype ever told.)
Or is ‘asexual spectrum’ some socio-jargonological term for low libido?
Yes.
Millenials are creating an ever-proliferating number of silly terms to describe their reasons for not shagging each other.
Her fatness is political fatness, and therefore much more important than ordinary fatness.
This blog is a highlight of my commute home. 🙂
This blog is a highlight of my commute home. 🙂
Happy to be of service, madam.
Of our six full-time and three part-time core team members: [&c]
I see, they are so diverse that straight, white, educated (real, not made up subjects), non-psychotic women, men (non-psychotic or otherwise) and Irish need not apply (especially the Irish). That brings us to #3:
Indeed, a space called an echo chamber. As GEN George Patton said: “If everyone is thinking alike, then no one is thinking.”
Speaking of diversity and their stunning, yet prideful, lack of diversity of thought:
The whole mindset of this little coterie of intellectual lightweights and their strap hangers is appalling. Biff or Muffy Whitebread join the Peace Corps and spend two years in The Gambia living with the locals, Bobby Bob Culpepper III (of the Tennessee Culpeppers) takes his agricultural degree and puts it to use helping black farmers in the Mississippi Delta, but they are less qualified to report on class and poverty than some latte sipper who never left New York ?
That whole article is a colossal display of total failure of introspection and/or irony.
So, we are against them except when we aren’t.
Yes, pretty much the damn straightforward definition of clickbait. Speaking of clickbait:
I suspect 90% of their traffic is either internal, or from here.
Yay ! We don’t believe in the “myth” that we proved is actually true.
She might not be. Let us see what the American Psychological Society thinks about that: Violence is an extreme form of aggression, such as assault, rape or murder. I’d add incoming mortar and rocket fire, but I digress. Regardless, the shrinks seem to have left “hurt feelings” out of their definition, so I guess she isn’t right.
However, damn near every word these charming ladies write does confirm that each and every one, not some mere 75%, has profound psychological, and/or learning disabilities. I include a degree in gender studies as a learning disability.
Finally, I think everyone who ever orders some food item “with au jus” should be thrashed with a buggywhip.
That whole article is a colossal display of total failure of introspection and/or irony.
It reminded me of when the Guardian unveiled its young trainee journalists, allegedly a snapshot of British youth, who would explore and debate “the issues that matter” to “generation Y.” Issues such as “urban foraging” and “canoeing to work.”
Dear Mr. Muldoon,
I have noticed that some people insert a space between the end of a sentence and a final question mark or exclamation mark. Have the rules of punctuation changed, or is that simply a current fashion?
It reminded me of when the Guardian unveiled its young trainee journalists…
From your link above, one of your links: Chief among Ms Buist’s journalistic offerings is an extended critique of drop-crotch meggings.
Drop-crotch meggings. Who knew, (let alone that it was a crisis) ? This is why this has to be the internet’s place most full of wonders.
As an aside: I learnt last week the General Patton, quoted above, competed in the first Olympic Modern Pentathlon at the Stockholm games. He finished 5 and might have won overall had 3 of his 20 shots not been registered. He claimed his missing shots went through previous holes, not implausible given he was firing a .38 which masked much bigger holes than the .22s most of his competitors were using, but the officials couldn’t find evidence to support his claim. He pushed himself so hgard in the swim he had to he fished from the pool and though he was first back into the stadium in the run he had again pusdhed himself too hard, slowing to a walk by thgthge last 50m, getting overtaken by a couple of competitors and collapsing unconscious in front of the Royal Box.
This is why this has to be the internet’s place most full of wonders.
And still no bloody statue.
And still no bloody statue.
The henchlesbians will not let us get close enough for a good likeness to be made. Would you settle for an obelisk ?
Would you settle for an obelisk ?
I think an obelisk would be very appropriate
!
The problem with a statue is it eventually winds up buried in the sand causing romantic poets some centuries hence to torment literature students with musings about the impermanence of civilization.
Better play it safe and send a case of some dry Bordeaux.
I think an obelisk would be very appropriate
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Current fashion it is
!
And still no bloody statue.
I hear the design issues are still being worked out, partly to ensure a steady flow of blood from or over the statue, and partly to figure out what part of the statue to pump the blood from.
I suspect 90% of their traffic is either internal, or from here.
Heh. We are enabling the question-begging and reinforcing the lack of introspection that are prevalent in the pages of EDF.
I include a degree in gender studies as a learning disability.
Yes, but it’s an acquired disability, so it has more value. People who just happen to be born with a learning disability really ought to check their privilege.
Finally, I think everyone who ever orders some food item “with au jus” should be thrashed with a buggywhip.
Enthusiastically seconded.
I have noticed that some people insert a space between the end of a sentence and a final question mark or exclamation mark. Have the rules of punctuation changed, or is that simply a current fashion?
That happens automatically if you are writing with settings set to French. Lord knows why.
French…? Dear God.
I have noticed that some people insert a space between the end of a sentence and a final question mark or exclamation mark.
Mr. Geezer,
First, is that a UK Geezer, or US Geezer ? I rather like the UK version better as I don’t have to denounce myself for being ageist. Unless of course the geezer was a geezer.
The reason I do it is because some website comment sections, like this one, use a monospace typeface for composing, yet display in a proportional typeface. The problem with the latter is that the letter and character spacing often sucks, and a space at the end of a sentence before an exclamation or question mark is a) more typographically pleasing because, b) it is easier to read.
I cannot say why French setting would do it other than, well, they are French.
Right, it’s hammock time. I’ll leave you with some jigginess.
None of us fit neatly or entirely into a traditional gender binary
Like all terms used by the SJW’s this is another slight-of-hand phrase that can be trotted out either to increase the numbers of the non-gender-conforming (are you a woman who wears slacks to dinner? You’re one of us! See how big a portion of the population we are!) or to shame those who dare stray from the dogma (are you a woman who dares to oppose a trans woman in your locker room just because she has a penis? Cast off your binary brainwashing!).
This deliberate shredding of language – where no definition is fixed – is Orwell on meth.
… some jigginess.
My, that rather came out of left field.
In another article from Tiffanie she bewails the fact that “For college-educated black women, the shortage of suitable black men is quickly becoming a reproductive rights issue, with many of these women opting out of motherhood all-together after finding their options in the dating market far less than desirable.”
I wonder what is limiting her options?
RE Tiffanie: Reproductive RIGHTS issue? That’s some scary stuff, actually. These people genuinely worry me.
“shortage of suitable black men = reproductive rights issue”
Okaayyy…
Is the translation to this actually, “I can’t seem to find suitable black men who will put up with my bullshit”, perhaps? Just maybe?
“Half are somewhere along the asexual or aromantic spectrums.”
What is that supposed to mean?
It means that half of them couldn’t get laid for quids.
It means that half of them couldn’t get laid for quids.
OTOH, it could mean half are somewhere along the spectrum of virgins to hookers, the latter not being know for romance, but do get laid for the old spondelix.
Grauniad in a nutshell.
https://twitter.com/Ribenageorgina/status/767633359468134400
I wonder what is limiting her options?
Blimey. Ms Drayton says she’s “a career woman,” albeit one who piously freeloads on dates, on account of her black womanliness, which somehow makes her entitled to other people’s earnings, now and forever. Apparently, we’re expected to believe that she is a victim of egregious racism by white people and hence her chippy personality and numerous resentments, although she fails to provide even one example to support her argument. Despite this omission, she claims to be “shackled to the tortures of unending racism.” Racism is invoked again, several times, along with “white supremacy,” as the cause of her failure to find a suitable mate, on grounds that serious criminal behaviour, which black men indulge in in vastly disparate numbers, tends to result in a spell behind bars. And she says this while implicitly rejecting all non-black men as even potential suitors.
As I said, high maintenance.
Racism is invoked again, several times, along with “white supremacy,” as the cause of her failure to find a suitable mate, on grounds that serious criminal behaviour, which black men indulge in in vastly disparate numbers, tends to result in a spell behind bars.
So she’d be happy to date a crack-smoking mugger with a record as long as your arm?
Reproductive RIGHTS issue? That’s some scary stuff, actually.
Oh hell, there is even something called “reproductive justice” according to some mob called the Lady Parts Justice League. They are:
They will soon be holding an awards ceremony which:
Is there anything more excruciating to read than middle-aged women writing like teenagers?
Incidentally, one of the things which I find rather disturbing about the abortion debate in the USA is the way feminists and assorted lefties seem to promote it and even celebrate it. My view – which I think is mainstream in the UK – is that abortion is a necessary evil: we’d rather it was not necessary, but sometimes it is and so let’s just acknowledge it is unpleasant and make it as dignified a compromise as possible.
Is the translation to this actually, “I can’t seem to find suitable black men who will put up with my bullshit”, perhaps? Just maybe?
The other issue, which if spoken out loud would send women like this into a meltdown, is the really high-end alpha black males (such as Denzil Washington) often date white women.
So she’d be happy to date a crack-smoking mugger with a record as long as your arm?
Yes, carjackers, crack dealers, rapists, felons of any kind. That would seem to be the logic. Though I use the term loosely.
Incidentally, one of the things which I find rather disturbing about the abortion debate in the USA is the way feminists and assorted lefties seem to promote it and even celebrate it.
In such circles, it can, and often does, lead to a competitive callousness.
Farnsworth (quoting Everyday Feminism)
I think what she means is “we pay our own way (even though we believe we shouldn’t have to)”.
As for everybody being “queer”, women on the social justice left are all claiming that these days, probably because once you’ve excluded all the straight white cis men, straight white cis women are bottom of the progressive stack and you need something a bit more to get your victim cred. It’s just like in the 70s you didn’t have to be a lesbian to call yourself a lesbian, you just needed to not fuck men. Although I do wonder why straight girls calling themselves queer doesn’t count as “cultural appropriation”. Everything else does.
In another article from Tiffanie she bewails the fact that “For college-educated black women, the shortage of suitable black men is quickly becoming a reproductive rights issue, […]”
And what people like Tiffanie (I think she’s alone now) are doing to academia has nothing to do with the relative paucity of men at college, no doubt.
Tiffanie (I think she’s alone now)
I see what you did there.
Also, the “shortage of suitable black men” seems to refer to women’s reluctance to pair off with a man of lower status than themselves. It’s come up before, in the Guardian for example, with no racial component. Which indicates that there are still women who go to university to meet a husband with prospects rather than to gain an education that improves their own.
It’s amazing how rubbish feminism is at actually challenging traditional gender norms. Female expectations now, after however many generations or waves of it, seem to be exactly the same as they always were – I must find a man to provide for me and protect me, I must be held to lower standards of responsibility, and men must watch their mouths when there are ladies present. It used to be because women were regarded as weak. Now it’s because we oppressed them for centuries by regarding them as weak. But the end result is exactly the same.
Female expectations now, after however many generations or waves of it, seem to be exactly the same as they always were – I must find a man to provide for me and protect me, I must be held to lower standards of responsibility, and men must watch their mouths when there are ladies present.
It’s quite funny to take out a modern feminist. She’ll half-heartedly insist the bill gets split (as her sistas have told her) and she’ll spout boilerplate feminist mantra in the context of politics and the workplace…but if you pick her up in an M-Series BMW and take her back to a large, modern apartment in which you live alone their eyes widen like those of every other woman who sees a man as a walking cash-machine. They also don’t seem to mind the fella paying for high-end hotels and first class train travel.
I still think we should have a thread devoted to catastrophically bad dating experiences.
In such circles, it can, and often does, lead to a competitive callousness.
Or the BBC running a story on two women live Tweeting an abortion.
In such circles, it can, and often does, lead to a competitive callousness.
It’s always nice to revisit some of your greatest hits. The problem is, one winds up continuing to click on links and the next thing you know, you’re pondering how lesbians can remain ideologically pure–ahem–in the face of dildos and strap-ons. Another morning shot to hell.
“Yeah, I said it: I absolutely refuse to even touch my wallet while on a date with a man.” So said the ever-lovely Tiffanie.
Go on, say what I was thinking: is this a euphemism?
one winds up continuing to click on links and the next thing you know, you’re pondering how lesbians can remain ideologically pure–ahem–in the face of dildos and strap-ons.
No refunds, credit note only.
I still think we should have a thread devoted to catastrophically bad dating experiences.
I once dated a girl for 3 weeks without realizing we were more than friends.
I once dated a girl for 3 weeks without realizing we were more than friends.
Er, so… you were what, related? Sort of, “Wait a minute, isn’t your dad my mother’s brother?”
Hey, I’m not judging.
From Fay in another thread,
and from Patrick Brown upstream,
These, I think, sums up rather well everything with this lot is “violence”. Being and old fashioned shitlord, when someone shows up (or is brought to me) to me complaining that some sort of violence has been visited upon them, I look for bleeding, bruises, broken bones, and body parts, not hurt feelings.
However, that person has just experienced something, that unpleasant as it may have been, was certainly not boring for a while, has definitely become a genuine victim, and gets a ton (metric) of attention.
Thus what better way to make your life unboring and get victim cred than by being a “victim of violence”, equating being called “she” instead of “they” with being on the unfunny end of an 120mm mortar.
…in the face of dildos and strap-ons.
I think maybe, “in the presence of” might have been a better choice of words…
“Wait a minute, isn’t your dad my mother’s brother?”
I think maybe, “in the presence of” might have been a better choice of words…
Indeed. Of course, neither you nor I can fully appreciate the existential angst radical lesbians experience when confronted with the mere representation of the male member. They’re like the denizens of Plato’s cave fretting about shadows. Imagine what would happen if they ever saw the real McCoy.
Of course, neither you nor I can fully appreciate the existential angst radical lesbians experience when confronted with the mere representation of the male member.
Of course, as it seems in their minds that is anything longer than it is wide, the angst must be nigh unbearable.
I just want it noted, for the record, that I wasn’t the one who started this discussion of all things dildoid.
Of course, as it seems in their minds that is anything longer than it is wide, the angst must be nigh unbearable.
Which brings us back to the obelisk discussion upthread.
Which brings us back to the obelisk discussion upthread.
Quite, one would hope that it was a triggering object. That raises (excuse the inadvertent pun) the question of whether at the recent MU disturbances, Francis Quad was extremely triggering.
Re: The Quad
Don’t forget the bloody columns at the other end of Eighth Street. That five block stretch of road approaches the ideal “Platonic Phallus.”
I just want it noted, for the record, that I wasn’t the one who started this discussion of all things dildoid.
Which leads to the question, “What is the proper plural of ‘dildo?'” Is it “dildos” or “dildoes?” Isn’t Dildos a Greek island in the Aegean which was constantly at war with Lesbos during the Mycenaean?
Dildi. It’s Latin. Dildo, Dildi, Dildarum.
“Isn’t Dildos a Greek island”
Dildo is a town in Newfoundland. Come By Chance is about an hour away from Dildo.
“What is the proper plural of ‘dildo?'”
It is actually derived from Latin, dildo being the singular dative of dildus so the dative pulral would be dildis, unless one went to the root (steady there) which would be dildus, dildi.
On the other hand, dildos is the plural of the accusative case, which, as we all know, is used with motion towards something, as opposed to the dative, which is used with the recipient of an action.
Regardless, I believe it is a Greek “loan word” derived from the Isle of Dildos which was constantly in and out of war with Lesbos.
So she’d be happy to date a crack-smoking mugger with a record as long as your arm?
As long as he pays for everything. Because equality.
but if you pick her up in an M-Series BMW and take her back to a large, modern apartment in which you live alone their eyes widen like those of every other woman who sees a man as a walking cash-machine.
True dat. Which (the world not being fair and all) means that those in possession of said BMWs tend to spend their filthy lucre on (and with) women who will at least make a show of gratitude rather than being resentful. Which results in feminists being left out in the cold, as it were, and thus only further feeding their resentment. Which is then fulsomely put on display in the pages of Everyday Feminism.
Not that I would know anything about the above. My taste in cars runs to the Italian.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3754538/Sydney-s-Lentil-vegan-restaurant-faces-closure-customers-advantage-pay-want-philosophy.html
“completely rejects the premise” that “I have to pay my own way.”
Dildo, Newfoundland.
Room for two at the thoughtcrime gulag, please.
Transgenderism ‘Not Supported By Scientific Evidence’. 144 pages, over 20 are notes, it reads quickly.
Dr. McHugh was the head shrink at Johns Hopkins for over 20 years and heavily involved in their transgender surgery program until their longitudinal studies showed that the procedures did nothing to improve mental health outcomes for the patients and he was then instrumental in closing the program. He is not a nobody in this arena.
The first part is rather an understatement, the latter they may end up reconsidering.
… is that a UK Geezer, or US Geezer ? … Unless of course the geezer was a geezer.
I wrote Mr. Muldoon, not Mr Muldoon, which is a punctuational dog-whistle that I’m a US version. This Geezer has lived past three-score-and-ten, has a grey beard, and is a grandfather. Are there other requirements for geezerhood?
Whether adding a space before ! or ? makes it easier to read is in the eye of the beholder. I’ll stick with convention.
Whatever kind of support / defense system McHugh has, I want a piece of. It must be magnificent.
I wrote Mr. Muldoon, not Mr Muldoon, which is a punctuational dog-whistle that I’m a US version.
Frankly, didn’t notice, but the latter is not exclusive to the UK.
Are there other requirements for geezerhood?
UK slang is often different than US, “fanny” being a classic example of one not to misuse. Our host can correct me, but unless my UK counterparts and colleagues have been taking the piss of me, “geezer” is any male of the species, age immaterial.
I’ll stick with convention. That is fine, the convention, however, doesn’t really exist in the world of typography as an exclamation or question mark will generally be kerned (kerning is he adjustment of individual character spacing) to the left a bit so that the punctuation, particularly question marks, do not appear to be touching the terminal letter, an effect generally worse with italics.
Unfortunately, basic HTML sucks at this and the options are the punctuation slammed against the terminal letter, or one en space to the left (system dependent – it may be a bit wider or narrower).
Farnsworth: Speaking as one who spent a big chunk of my life designing, engineering, and tuning type rendering systems (at Adobe), I’m occasionally depressed by the crudity of most popular current systems.
However, your comment reminds me of two things:
1. We had a little joke among ourselves about typography: “What with all the wonderful stuff we have now, quality digital fonts, device-independent rendering, fast computers, what do you suppose the dominant print form will be in ten years?”
“Ten-point monospace Courier.”
2. Don Knuth, computer guru and designer of TeX, published a book “3:16”, which is a survey of the Bible via the sampling technique of selecting the 3:16 verse from every book. What makes it on-topic here is the artwork accompanying each verse’s discussion, produced by various calligraphers spending the summer at Adobe. (We used to refer to 3:16 as Knuth’s “What I Did On My Summer Vacation” book.) Fascinating stuff, if that’s the kind of stuff one is fascinated by.
…I’m occasionally depressed by the crudity of most popular current systems.
My main malfunction is that, for reasons that are unimportant right now and at one time having had to set type by hand, and love good typography. You guys at Adobe got it right – all the different weights of a given typeface, ligatures, swash caps, numbers that descend below the baseline, infinite adjustment of each character, you name it.
Microsoft, OTOH, not so much. When using Powerpoint because the letter spacing is so seemingly random and unadjustable, I often ended up doing titles in Illustrator, then dumping them into Photoshop and turning them into JPGs because Illustrator files couldn’t be imported.
Courier on computers – don’t get me started, I get that it was a transition and maybe it rendered better on early printers, but even a 9 pin dot matrix could do a passable Palatino without closing the bowl on the capital P.
Fascinating stuff, if that’s the kind of stuff one is fascinated by.
That does indeed sound fascinating – I still have several type sample books lying around, people will pick them up, leaf through, and ask why, I tell them to me it is really no different than a book of fine paintings. That is when they usually put it down and back slowly away.
Once again it strikes me that in their monomania, faddishness, ‘unorthodox’ socialisation, division of the world into in and out groups, and intemperate reactions to criticism, the more radical feminists represent nothing more than the female version of extreme nerdishness. Like trainspotters or obsessive comic book fans.
Farnsworth,
I still have several 1980s Letraset catalogs, somewhere packed away. The “book of fine paintings” analogy is not wrong. 😉
McHugh: We read popular reports about plans for medical and surgical interventions for many prepubescent children, some as young as six, and other therapeutic approaches undertaken for children as young as two. We suggest that no one can determine the gender identity of a two-year-old.
If I were a betting man, I’d bet that the intersection of (1) folks adamantly opposed to male newborn circumcision, and (2) folks supporting the right of parents to subject their pre-pubescent kids to chemical and/or surgical gender alteration treatments, is better than 90%.
Farnsworth: “You guys at Adobe got it right ”
Coming from a real typesetter, that’s quite satisfying. We did try damn hard.
(During the time when Microsoft was, any day now, about to wipe out Adobe Type-1 with their TrueType, a MSFT VP was quoted saying “We seriously underestimated how hard” it was to do high quality digital type. MSFT’s fallback strategy was to drop the price on TT fonts to about $1 each. In the mass market, that worked.)
Speaking of academia and matters interracial:
And,
And,
Because pathologising random people based on their melanin level is progress.
1. We had a little joke among ourselves about typography: “What with all the wonderful stuff we have now, quality digital fonts, device-independent rendering, fast computers, what do you suppose the dominant print form will be in ten years?”
“Ten-point monospace Courier.”
Not Comic Sans?
(I’m on a Linux box, so I don’t have these fonts right now.)
What could be worse than courier (a fine font with a great pedigree in the old style computer industry !), it could all be Arial…
Next up, our panel discusses “Fraktur versus Schwabacher: Progress or Fad?” And we take your calls on this episode of All Things Typographic, sponsored by Morty’s Office Supplies, your one stop shop in Benkelmann, Nebraska for all your stationary needs.
Er, so… you were what, related? Sort of, “Wait a minute, isn’t your dad my mother’s brother?”
That is, it seems, a real enough risk in Icelandic society that technology has had to ride to the rescue: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-24304415
That is, it seems, a real enough risk in Icelandic society that technology has had to ride to the rescue
Heh.
Fred,
Coming from a real typesetter… I don’t think I’d call myself real as I wasn’t doing it professionally, but part of my aforementioned weird academic career, though I did work a bit for an offset printer where I had to deal with optically set type. I was still disappointed with computer type till I learned about PostScript and the other miraculous Adobe stuff.
Public university hosts blacks-only student retreat – to promote inclusion.
WTF does going to a water park have to do with “adjusting to campus life”, and getting involved in “the campus community” ? Other than daycare.
Integration by segregation, OK. How about we do it like the olden days, and just assign freshmen students randomly to dorm rooms, and make them all take core courses, so that everybody has to integrate whether they like it or not ? A barracks would work too, give the Resident Advisor the same powers and authority as a Drill Sergeant.
Next up, our panel discusses “Fraktur versus Schwabacher: Progress or Fad?”
Hey, it was either typography, or go back to dildos.