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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Progressive she-person Silpa Kovvali insists that gendered pronouns are an “outdated linguistic tic” and must be abolished: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.
…having moved frequently and not leaving forwarding addresses…
The various statutes of limitations have not expired, then?
I always knew this place would turn into a speakeasy for felons and ne’er-do-wells.
These people are parasites. They make: nothing. They create: nothing. They produce: nothing. But they feel perfectly justified — they positively glow with moral frisson — standing between the people who create and build and the people who benefit from those creations.
Kevin Williamson.
The various statutes of limitations have not expired, then?
That, and extradition treaties.
TomJ, let’s just assume “sic-fi” was a Freudian slip. That said, I’m liking your interpretation of it.
Regarding Herr Williamson there appears to be no brush too broad, nor paint too thin:
There have actually been over the years quite a few physicians, dentists, veterinarians, engineers, various types of scientists, and military. Granted, there are also a lot of buffoons. Currently there are 14 Republican and 3 democrat physicians. If Williamson ever needs a heart-lung transplant, he can thank former senator Frist for being among the pioneers of the procedure.
However, I suppose rather than cutting to the chase and naming the culprits, as he finally gets around to two thirds of the way into the thing, it is easier to cast a wide net and, fancying himself the reincarnation of Mencken, condemn every one.
Of course this leads us to the question, what in this regard, other than not being elected, is the difference between politicians and pundits ?
I still think we should have a thread devoted to catastrophically bad dating experiences.
In the meantime, if you’re in New York, you can start here:
And best of all, it’s art.
Williamson is quite selective in his harvesting of Cerasus. Mylan produces the Epipen, but it didn’t develop it, which means that in this instance, Mylan invented nothing. I missed that point in the article; he’s also remarkably reticent about the issue of Heather Manchin Bresch’s salary, which rose over 600% from 2008 to 2015.
Nor does he touch on Mylan’s aggressive efforts to expand the definition of Anaphylaxis, or their legislative machinations as discussed here: http://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2015-09-23/how-marketing-turned-the-epipen-into-a-billion-dollar-business
In fact, it was hard to make much headway at all through the article without tumbling over a herring (or 5) about pornography or the cost of televisions; in the latter rant, he ignores the fact the the medication in the Epipen rapidly loses its effectiveness, making doses worthless in a year.
Williamson’s tactics could have been ripped out Laurie Penny’s secret Logical Fallacies for Social Justice Playbook
On an interesting side-note, Heather Manchin Bresch is the daughter of Joe Manchin, a former governor of West Virginia who is currently current Democratic senator. She was involved in a bit of a row a few years ago when she mysteriously earned a MBA—without actually earning the degree: http://www.wsaz.com/news/headlines/18456139.html
It is entertaining to watch Democrats attacking the daughter of one of their stalwarts; equally entertaining? Republicans defending her.
Whether Williamson’s argument about the Epipen is correct is somewhat beside the point in the larger picture. (I write that as one who has bought two of them per year for the last ten years so that my youngest has one handy at all times.) Rather, it is the idea that the people doing the regulating, taxing, etc.–that is, Congress and bureaucracies which it creates– do so for reasons other than protecting the public or making life easier for us all.
See, e.g.the FAA deciding that an Uber-like app for hitching rides on private aircraft constitutes being a “common carrier” or various licensing requirements for service providers like hairdressers, or the bagillion of regulations and mandates which cost me as a small business owner around $10K per employee before I ever sign a paycheck.
Williamson’s evidence may be suspect, but his thesis is nonetheless sound from my perspective.
She teaches gender studies.
Via Julia.
She teaches gender studies.
People who choose gender studies courses get what they deserve.
People who choose gender studies courses get what they deserve.
But gender studies is at the bleeding edge of intellectual activity.
(And note that both ladies have quickly blocked people who dared to disagree or mention relevant facts.)
Intellectually: Given the stream of failures of what should have been reason and all the badly held middles of the last hundred years, little. What I mean is that while the left is psychotic, the right overtly allows it to be so and still our Williamsons can’t lay out how and why this is and what to do about it.
Actually, the right has a zest for being just the last to slurp the leftist punchbowl-of-dysfunction, eventually approving most left-centered and left-created policies. Maybe that’s why they call it Progressivism.
Like Socialism, this we also call bad luck. And like Williamson, this we also commiserate on endlessly because we like it, but you’d think with all that experience we’d also win sometimes.
So no, there’s not much difference between them – including between a right that isn’t and a left that is – because pundits simply make their livings simply reporting politicians behaving simply badly, while politicians make theirs handing them the material. It’s a healthy, thriving symbiosis, like supplying cheap folding chairs to professional wrestlers.
She teaches gender studies.
First, it is a CDC sign, not a TSA sign. Second, the primary way to prevent Zika or any other vector borne disease is, in fact, to avoid the vector, but if that can’t be done, then the next best thing is to eliminate the vector, in this case, the mosquito.
Koch’s Triad states that for a disease to be transmitted, there must be a susceptible population, an agent, and a means of transmission. Break the link to any one of those, and there is no disease transmission.
Malaria was endemic in North America clear up into Canada until 1950. The way it was eradicated was by breaking the means of transmission by eliminating the vector by draining swamps (and other breeding areas) and spraying DDT. I have no doubts this moonbat would scream bloody murder if that happened today. The Party of Science !™.
…but his thesis is nonetheless sound from my perspective.
The kernel of truth got muffled in the cacaphony of twisted logic. Specifically regarding the medical device tax, that is wholly on the democrats as not a single Republican voted for that mess. Rather than taking out his blunderbuss, he could have made his point more effectively simply by having listed specific cases (like the Epipen) and linked them to culprits/agencies to make his point rather than shooting everyone in the face. The fact is that sometimes The Circus on The Potomac gets it right, like the mosquito eradication program above.
Back to Epipens themselves. The much cheaper AnaKits that have been marketed/legislated out of favor are actually better for the average Joe because they are scalable. Epipens are one-and-done, the AnaKits contain four chewable Chlorpheneramine tablets (an antihistamine) and, if those aren’t sufficient, a marvelously clever syringe that can deliver either half, or a full dose of epinephrine, the latter of which can be administered at once, or in a divided dose. The only advantage of an Epipen is it is almost idiot proof. Of course AnaKits are scary to the nanny types because it has a syringe with an actual needle and that could lead to drug use or something. The Party of Science !™.
Back to Zika…in a way it is women’s fault, or at least females, because only female mosquitoes take blood meals.
Dave had better make another post soon, ‘cuz this thread has gone past the conversational “branching tree” phase, through the “bush” phase, and zoomed recklessly into the “tangled bramble” phase.
Female Mosquitos, forsooth.
Dave had better make another post soon
This week’s ephemera should materialise in about 82 minutes.
‘Night, all.
…zoomed recklessly into the “tangled bramble” phase.
You have to admit, though, unlike a conventional site that wanders off into two or more groups yelling at each other, the branches here are interesting, and no one has been called out for a duel.
Besides, where else could you get a link that would link to a concise explanation of third wave feminism like this and from the polar opposite of Miss Penny at that.
‘Night, all.
Let’s raid the liquor cabinet! 😉
See, that’s what I like. Who needs a refund OR a credit note, when David provides such prompt service?
(AND bar snacks!)
Said Melissa, caringly.
Thank you for being you.” Said Melissa, caringly, to Caleb Luna.
I cannot imagine why.
I cannot imagine why.
This ostentatiously self-categorised creature is, he says, a “light-skinned latinx,” a “fat, brown, queer, writer, scholar babbling into the void.” Apparently, he’s “deeply invested in collective liberation and pop music.” Yes, this 30-year-old is deeply invested in pop music. And “collective liberation.” And when Mr Luna says “scholar,” he means student.
When not tweeting his self-pity or “watching TV and eating cereal out of the box in bed,” Mr Luna finds time to publish two Tumblr accounts featuring heavily overweight people, including himself, in various states of undress. (“Fatnudes” and “Fuckyeahchubbyguysofcolor,” if you’re determined, and of strong constitution.)
Yes, this 30-year-old is deeply invested in pop music.
Don’t forget the Pokemon Go.
Related, because it is off his Twitter, can anyone translate this ?