Pantomime
Speaking of sociology and its clown school connotations:
I will gladly sow gender confusion in kids. It’s my duty to.
So says Colin Cremin, a sociology lecturer who uses the workplace – and his colleagues and students – in order to indulge his transvestite kink:
While I’m delighted to contribute to the breaking down of hetero-fascist biases, this was not the principal reason I started dressing to work as a woman. No doubt to the disappointment of colleagues in sociology, I never suffered from being born into the wrong gender… I dress as a woman because I like wearing women’s clothes. I like the look of the westernised feminine aesthetic. I like the feel of the silky fabrics on my body. I like the process of selecting outfits, matching up jewellery and shoes and putting on makeup.
And apparently all that fetishistic cosplay really needs an audience, preferably an involuntary one, during office hours. How terribly selfless.
Update, via the comments:
Dr Cremin doesn’t seem to grasp, or isn’t willing to admit, that his craving for public transgression – to, as he puts it, “sow gender confusion in kids” – by which he means young people over whom he has leverage – reveals quite a lot about his character. And his fitness to teach. I hate to sound prim, but if I were – God help me – a sociology student, I doubt I’d be reassured by the fact that my lecturer felt entitled to use the classroom as a venue for his transvestite fetish. It does rather suggest a pathological level of self-involvement and raises a suspicion that students may find themselves playing captive audience to – or being reluctant participants in – some personal psychodrama. A kind of power game. Some variation of, “I can do this and you can’t stop me without being accused of bigotry.”
There’s a second interview with Dr Cremin here:
He doesn’t even want to “pass as a woman” when he dresses like one. He wants to be seen as obviously a man in a dress, in a deliberate challenge to the social norm. “By not ‘passing’, I draw attention to the fact that gender is a fluid concept,” he said.
And here’s another. In which we learn that the occasional “sideways look” is why Dr Cremin “needs to do it,” i.e., needs to continue his unconvincing drag act, thereby attracting more of those occasional sideways looks. The plan seems to be that fetishistic frock-wearing will eventually topple the Patriarchy. And capitalism, presumably. Readers will note, again, the need to attract attention, to impose on others and make them spectators, a reluctant audience. And then there’s the conceit that a balding middle-aged man in a frock and court shoes will somehow shake the world.
Dr Cremin, who is “partnered with a woman,” tells us that gender is “fluid” and that he doesn’t “think there is any intrinsic gender.” And yet his, shall we say, appetite isn’t to wear clothes with no obviously gendered connotations, or some mix-and-match. Instead, he likes to play at being a woman, or a caricature of one, by wearing stereotypically female clothing, those “silky fabrics” he adores – and make-up, and female jewellery, and long painted nails – while moving about and sitting at a desk as he thinks a woman would. For someone who doesn’t believe in intrinsic gender, it’s very gendered role-play.
Via Theophrastus.
“Good morning, class.”
Attention whores are the bane of modern life.
I guess he missed the fact that the “westernized feminine aesthetic” was geared to please hetero-fascist (men I assume).
Nothing new. I recall Thanksgiving some 10-15 years ago, the Macy’s parade had Mrs. Clause played by the absolutely fabulous Harvey Firestein. No one was disturbed by this. With one exception…
#Appropriaton
Attention whores are the bane of modern life.
Dr Cremin doesn’t seem to grasp, or isn’t willing to admit, that the issue needn’t be transvestism per se. It could, for instance, be more about his apparent need for public transgression – to, as he puts it, “sow gender confusion in kids” – and what that desire reveals about his character. I hate to sound prim, but if I were – God help me – a sociology student, I’m not sure I’d be reassured by the fact that my lecturer felt entitled to use the classroom as a venue for his transvestite fetish. It does rather suggest a pathological level of self-involvement, and raises a suspicion that the students may find themselves playing captive audience to some personal psychodrama.
It reminds me of the militant nudists mentioned here a few years ago.
Opening paragraph from the article:
“When I hear stories of enraged parents like Nigel Rowe, 44, and his wife Sally, 42, who removed their six-year-old son from an unnamed school after a male classmate was allowed to attend the primary school in a dress, it makes me wonder what some parents must think about me.”
They think you’re mentally ill, and would rather the children they carefully raised had nothing to do with you. They think about the good old days when it was possible to get a creature like you removed from a position of influence upon the young.
Did you really need that explained to you, or were you simply gloating, Dr. Cremin?
or were you simply gloating, Dr. Cremin?
That.
Dr Cremin is interviewed, rather fawningly, here. He now claims to be “gender fluid.” Which I suppose is edgier than middle-aged transvestite.
However, while 7 per cent agreed with the statement ‘What a clever way to sow gender confusion in hundreds of children at once’, nobody agreed with the statement ‘It’s good to break down hetero-fascist biases.’
A normal person would have taken a clue from that, and “hetero-fascist”, seriously ? I am sure I have said it before, these buffoons are so predictably trite.
Too much to ask that a teacher indulging in fetishistic cosplay would be the fit and female S&M sort, I suppose. French maids also Right Out.
“Good morning, class.”
I don’t think this Mr Garrison character is “confusing” anyone.
Is the gender sort of a mineral kind, compatible with Dexron/Mercon? It’s a right bastard to take the tranny to the shop for not knowing what to top them up with.
From the militant nudists post:
Like I said, the kids aren’t “confused”, they’re grossed out and annoyed.
(Whatever happened to Andrea? Her Spleenville blog went dark almost 5 years ago, and her Twitter page seems to be gone. I miss her snark. When she was the Admin/Mod at the old TimBlair.net blog, she was hilarious.)
Agree with you about Andrea Harris, Norman. I enjoyed what she wrote, Spleenville was a regular read of mine. I went to the militant nudist post to see if she had posted anything else, and realized that it was one which I had posted the link in a comment on Rachel Lucas’ old blog. I don’t know if you remember Rachel, she was amusing.
Anyway, I hadn’t been commenting on blog posts for very long, and was a little ignorant of the etiquette involved. Several people were a bit peeved with me for not including ‘NSFW’. I know better now, but that embarrassment was how I learned.
Pah. He’s not even doing dresses stylishly. “Men wore silk dresses at Vivienne Westwood’s show, puff-sleeved gowns at Charles Jeffrey Loverboy, and hooped floor-length skirts at Edward Crutchley’s”. If it’s makeup, lipstick and tights that he wants, there’s always the corps de ballet — although that requires a damn sight more hard work than being a sociology lecturer.
Rachel still posts on Facebook, but it’s exclusively dog posts. Her dog is adorable, so I don’t mind.
Monty,
I know better now, but that embarrassment was how I learned.
Oh, it’s happened to all of us, I imagine. I had a bit of a “trial by fire”: the first place I posted regularly was Fark.com around 2001 (when I first adopted this handle because someone else had “Dinsdale”). The regulars were pretty ruthless in their abuse of naïve newbies (like me). It used to be pretty free-wheeling and mostly non-political, but around 2004 it veered heavily left (as did a lot of other old-school user-generated humor sites). Blame George W Bush, I suppose…
Damned if you do, and damned if you don’t, eh?
I mean, just by leaving this comment, I’m contributing in a small way to the attention this pathetic creature seeks.
Why, it’s practically Creminal!
The door’s over there? Why are you telling me that?
The door’s over there? Why are you telling me that?
Don’t worry about your coat. We’ll mail it to you.
I don’t think this Mr Garrison character is “confusing” anyone.
Dr Cremin, who is “partnered with a woman,” doesn’t “think there is any intrinsic gender.”
…doesn’t “think there is any intrinsic gender.”
Ah! I take it back. There IS someone confused… Dr Cremin.
“You’re looking at my legs, aren’t you? My silky, stockinged legs.”
LOL
Gender fluid. Ugh! I just had lunch.
Rachel and Andrea. Good times.
Btw if you haven’t read Rachel’s description of her visit to Auschwitz, you should make time for it. Sorry, I have no link.
LOL
We do seem to have ventured into League of Gentlemen territory.
Which, on refection, happens quite a lot.
o_O
The self-absorbed and pretentious twit has earned mockery, but do we deserve this? Have we been naughty?
We must have done something. David is stern, but just. He wouldn’t trip the tranny trigger without cause.
“the breaking down of hetero-fascist biases”
Once again, someone using “fascist” in a way that strips it of all meaning.
He now claims to be “gender fluid.”
Incontinent?
“Once again, someone using “fascist” in a way that strips it of all meaning.”
Prog mission accomplished.
That picture made me think of Halloween (can’t imagine why). Is Halloween observed across the pond? Do you have trick-or-treating?
“You’re looking at my legs, aren’t you? My silky, stockinged legs.”
Yes, that and the early onset male pattern baldness which just screams “feminine”.
Actually, females can suffer from male pattern baldness. Ask me how I know. Fortunately it’s just thinning of the hair rather than naked scalp (usually) but enough cases are bad enough that we keep the wig companies in business.
Actually, females can suffer from male pattern baldness.
Not to get too pedantic, but the pattern of female hair loss is midline extending laterally and, as you describe, usually just thinning, whereas male is anterior to posterior with or without separate crown or posterior involvement, and the loss is generally total. Treatment success rate for women using minoxidil is less than 25%, regardless of silky stockings.
That guy just oozes smugness.
Random question for those on the east side of the pond:
Why did moving The Great British Bake-Off from the Beeb to Channel 4 cause Mary, Mel & Sue to decline to renew? Is there something about Channel 4 that makes it less worthy of such talent?
“That guy just oozes smugness.”
Better put down some protective covers for the furniture.
Minoxidil didn’t work for me.
Doesn’t he/she/zir know that white women are evil?
https://thebodyisnotanapology.com/magazine/the-cowardice-of-white-women/
Dr Cremin is spoilt for choice when he needs to relieve himself of his gender fluids:
https://www.auckland.ac.nz/en/on-campus/student-support/personal-support/lgbti-students/unisex-toilets-on-campus.html
Another interview with Dr Cremin here:
Again, note the need to attract attention. And the conceit that a bit of unconvincing drag will somehow shake the world.
And another. In which we learn that the occasional “sideways look” is why Dr Cremin “needs to do it,” i.e., needs to continue his unconvincing drag act, thereby attracting more of those occasional sideways looks. The plan seems to be that fetishistic frock-wearing will eventually topple the Patriarchy. And capitalism, presumably.
One more:
So again, it’s basically the rationalisation of a fetish, an excuse for being slightly broken. And that sound you hear is the Patriarchy creaking under the pressure of it all.
I draw attention to the fact that gender is a fluid concept,” he said.
Not for most of us.
Not for most of us.
Yes, it’s quite a bold claim. But despite being told, endlessly, that gender is fluid, I can’t offhand think of a single friend or family member who displays any obvious fluidity in their gender identity. They all seem quite content in their respective maleness and femaleness.
Last year, at a big family barbecue, I was introduced to a young man, a friend of my niece, who was wearing a loud dress and claimed to be gender fluid. He seemed keen to shock the rubes and attract those sideways glances mentioned upthread, and did attract some, briefly. Then people just got on with having a good time. And the fact that he was the only person in a gathering of about fifty who displayed any alienation from his biological sex hardly proves that gender fluidity is some kind of universal default state.
He’s no Ed Wood.
“I want to wear a ballgown and a tiara to work.”
“But Derek, you’re a dental hygienist. People will think it odd and distracting.”
“I don’t care. I want to wear a ballgown and a tiara. I need to feel sensuous while I’m working.”