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Progressive she-person Silpa Kovvali insists that gendered pronouns are an “outdated linguistic tic” and must be abolished: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