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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Progressive she-person Silpa Kovvali insists that gendered pronouns are an “outdated linguistic tic” and must be abolished: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
!
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.