New Realms Of Pleasure

I think it’s fair to say Ms Bloom isn’t a gifted lyricist, or vocalist. Or a natural dancer.

Does someone have the brain bleach handy?

The awkward hugs from bow-tie man at the end were quite something.
Some of Bloom’s songs from ‘Crazy Ex Girlfriend’ are quite fun.

Kill it with fire.
But her sex junk is so oh, oh, oh.

I think the word is unconvincing. Or if two words are allowed, conceptual nightmare.

I realize that I am not a registered ob/gyn or anything, but I cannot help but think that if one’s vagina consistently makes noises consonant with human speech that one ought to get that looked at.
By medical professional, I mean. Not a paying audience.

DON’T WATCH. IT’S A TRAP!
Why didn’t I listen?

I managed 31 seconds. Awful.

Next week: “My testicles can sing.”

I am teaching mine to knit.

Wow!
Thank you Dicentra and David. What would I have done if I hadn’t seen that.
My life would have been poorer. I feel even further enriched than the EU wants me to be.

May Messrs Bloom and Nye reap all the accolades they deserve for this.
And I’ve no idea what ‘schmear’ might be, but I can’t say I’m planning to knock myself out searching for it in Sainsbury’s.

but I cannot help but think that if one’s vagina consistently makes noises consonant with human speech that one ought to get that looked at.
By an exorcist.

I am teaching mine to knit.
Perhaps you could teach them to do make-up like this enterprising young gentleman (a ‘blender’ is simply one of those make-up sponges before anyone starts cringing):
https://www.buzzfeed.com/krishrach/a-girl-used-her-boyfriends-balls-as-a-beauty-blender-and

I’m also quite enjoying some of the twattery:

Watching this Bill Nye show is amazing. I can actually feel myself turning into a shitty JRPG villain with no motive beyond destruction.

20 seconds in and I got on my knees and prayed for the Sweet Meteor of Death
I’m pretty much the earth is a 6,000 year old bowl on the back of a dancing turtle after this
I held the monkey’s paw in my hand. I wanted this wish. I needed it. “Bring back Bill Nye”, I said.

Bill Nye was in the same building as this? He -announced- it?
But Bill O’Reilly must be destroyed, right? No evidence, we’re just supposed to -believe-.
The shark-jumping thing has been happening a lot more often the last few years. Lately it has been every day. Today’s shark jump brought to you by Bill Nye and the letter C.

The long-dead guy with the sandwich sign was right after all.
The end is Nye.

Pointing and laughing aside, I think intellectual integrity compels me to do at least a nominal analysis of what, specifically, is wrong here.
Let’s dispense with bad production values, literalist interpretations of statements like “my vagina has a voice”, and hand-wavey factors such as ‘cringeworthy’. These are cheap targets. I should look for a bigger fish, not just giggle at the funny foreigner.
And I think the big fish here is something like intellectual fraud, or perhaps impersonation. It’s a distinct, nutty ideology masquerading as non-ideological Reason Itself, spending unsustainably from Reason’s metaphorical credit and Science Guy’s reputation.

I simply remember my
Vagina can sing
And then I don’t feel so bad.
Thanks for that. Now I have a mental image of an alternative version of the Mother Superior singing “Climb Every Mountain.”
Related.

But can her vagina talk without moving its lips, a kind of ventriloquist vagina?
Sometimes I lie awake at night wondering about these things.

“My vagina has a voice!”
Rachel finally heard from her parasitic twin.

Kill it with fire.
But her sex junk is so oh, oh, oh.
Where is Monty Python’s giant foot? There must be a giant foot.

Next week: “My testicles can sing.”

♫Everybody do the Michigan Raaagg! Everybody likes the Michigan Raaaagg!
Every Mame, and Jane, and Ruth, from Weehawken to Duluth!
Slide, ride, glide the Michigan
Stomp, romp, pomp the Michigan
Jump, clump, pump the Michigan Raaaag!
♫

I cannot help but think that if one’s vagina consistently makes noises consonant with human speech that one ought to get that looked at.

It depends on whether the noises are echoes of human speech occurring outside. Echoes would indicate a whole different set of problems. The sounds of the sea when held up to the ear: no problem at all. Probably.

Is it “anti-science” of me to question this?

Yes, it is, Eagle. Also, the mocking of this talented, strong, woke, modern woman betrays how misogynistic and hateful everybody here is and explains why we all deserve pre-emptive face-punching from the non-violent, thoughtful and caring people who support everything Progressive.

Pointing and laughing aside, I think intellectual integrity compels me to do at least a nominal analysis of what, specifically, is wrong here.
That way lies madness. It’s singing vaginas all the way down.

And not in a good way
What the…
Yeah, I get the joke, but it’s still in extremely poor and somewhat creepy taste. Rather like the stereotypically awful Canadian TV show Alienated, in which a 30-something teacher’s involuntary sexual obsession with her 14-year-old student was played for humour.

Bill Nye has a new children’s show?

“That’s exactly the right message, Rachel. Nice job. Beautiful.”

If ever a thread required a trigger warning .. this be it.
Oh, I think there are quite a few contenders for that honour.

At the risk of being mocked, let me say you are all falling for the bait… Rachel Bloom is a comedienne, albeit a lousy one. This was a feeble attempt at humour… the crappy dancing, the ludicrous singing, the nonsensical lyrics were all deliberate.

Marko, Just because it is (supposed to be) funny doesn’t mean it isn’t preaching at us; similar to using puppets and hilarious antics to trick kids into enjoying learning. It rarely works, even when it is funny, but they keep trying because they think it’s clever.

Dave, I know you don’t give refunds, but where exactly do I go to demand my credit note?

Can’t we bring back proscription, the way the Romans did it? Please?!

Oh, I think there are quite a few contenders for that honour.
Vaginal knitting comes to mind.
The warning isn’t for the womyn, its for the carcass of Icarus Nye. Bill has achieved some elevation above the SJW crazies, by promoting science to kids. It was something positive. Now… he is rolling with that crew.

Seriously … I got through 1 minute of it and if anything is less “sexy” or less “provocative” I don’t know what is. Lame lyrics, lamer performance with singing off-key and I’ve seen more energy at a retirement home bingo game.
I swear, this woman must be secretly pro-chastity.

Way off topic, and a bit of a “palate cleanser”, something I suspect could only happen in the UK.

Spiny: UK folk are more civilized than US folk.
Last time I found a lost wallet, I called up the lady who lost it (info from her driver’s license) to let her know I had it and would ship it back to her, and that nothing obvious was missing (i.e. lots of credit cards and cash were still in place). She was very very happy to hear this.
When I told her I would be taking $10 from her cash to pay for shipping, she FREAKED OUT and started screaming at me. I literally did the TV thing where you hold the phone well away from your ear until the screaming subsided.
At which point: “Do you want the wallet back or not?”
( incoherent fuming sounds from her end of the line, followed by )
“Yes.” (clearly forced out from between clenched teeth.)
I was sorely tempted to respond “Yes, WHAT? Didn’t your mother teach you to say Please?” but I was a good boy and did not.

I tried to get something about the potential spectacle of some testicles able to sing Wagner’s Ring,
Ehn, the catch there is that everything else is already in that.
I’m not making this up, you know . . .

I think it’s fair to say Ms Bloom isn’t a gifted lyricist, or vocalist.

King Teppicymon XXVII got out of bed and clapped his hands over his ears to shut out the roar of
the sea. It was strong tonight.
It was always louder when he was feeling out of sorts. He needed something to distract himself.
He could send for Ptraci, his favorite handmaiden. She was special. Her singing always cheered
him up. Life seemed so much brighter when she stopped.
. . . .
It was a noise, in fact, like a donkey being chainsawed. As sounds went, it was to melody what a
boxful of dates is to high-performance motocross. Nevertheless, as other voices joined it, similar
but different, in a variety of fractured keys and broken tones, the overall effect was curiously
attractive. It had lure. It had pull. It had a strange suction.
The noise reached a plateau, one pure note made of a succession of discordances, and then, for
just the fraction of a second, the voices split away, each along a vector…
—Terry Prachett, Pyramids

Is that what the UK is sending to Eurovision this year?
10 points from Sweden.

Remember when South Park was so crass with their Queef episode?
I am sadly surprised South Park has become seemingly tame for t.v..

Sorry, I just couldn’t force myself to watch. I’m going to hell.
I’m a singingvaginaphobe.

It’s a bit muddled even on its own terms, isn’t it? I mean, yes, there is a gamut of sexual preferences and perhaps a whole spectrum of genders, but when it comes to sex junks it really is binary. Or am I behind the times? Isn’t it really a straight choice between hard or moist, as she has it? You can cut it off, or sew it up, but really there is no third kind of sex junk.

Regarding chromosomes and sexuality, here’s an abstract to a paper of which I keep meaning to get a copy: http://content.karger.com/Article/Abstract/262525.
Abstract
The fetal brain develops during the intrauterine period in the male direction through a direct action of testosterone on the developing nerve cells, or in the female direction through the absence of this hormone surge. In this way, our gender identity (the conviction of belonging to the male or female gender) and sexual orientation are programmed or organized into our brain structures when we are still in the womb. However, since sexual differentiation of the genitals takes place in the first two months of pregnancy and sexual differentiation of the brain starts in the second half of pregnancy, these two processes can be influenced independently, which may result in extreme cases in trans-sexuality. This also means that in the event of ambiguous sex at birth, the degree of masculinization of the genitals may not reflect the degree of masculinization of the brain. There is no indication that social environment after birth has an effect on gender identity or sexual orientation.