Panic Sweeps Nation

You’re feeling better then? 🙂
More or less.

a belief that not being aroused by overly effeminate men is obvious and damning proof of “misogynist attitudes” and “toxic masculinity”
I like women fine. I just don’t want to sleep with them –or with men who behave like them. It’s not that complicated.

It’s not that complicated.
It’s a bold ideological leap, certainly. But apparently, because you don’t fancy women, or men whose mannerisms are more typically associated with women, this somehow proves that you despise women and wish to oppress them. Rather than the more obvious possibility that feminine behaviour, or an approximation of it, just doesn’t turn you on. We seem to have arrived at a position where not being aroused by something automatically implies disdain for it, and animosity, beyond an erotic context.

Er, wut?
I have no idea.

If you don’t find neurologically atypical women of size with green hair and facial piercings sexually attractive, you’re just not doing sex properly.
The modern left does seem to spend an awful lot of time and energy telling the rest of us who and what we should find attractive.
As, for instance, when student activist and avowed “feminist killjoy” Josefin Hedlund vowed to correct our erotic preferences by steering us away from the “violent norms” of conventional attractiveness and agreeable personalities. Apparently, we should “resist” the “hetero- and cis-normative, patriarchal, capitalist, and hierarchical structures in society” by ogling porn featuring people we don’t fancy.
And as when Laurie Penny complained that mild titillation should be shared out fairly, and be inspired by all body types, even ones that are hairy and lumpy in all the wrong places. Because a light-hearted Instagram page about attractive men and their pets has too many attractive men on it.
And as noted upthread, we mustn’t forget the immense, frustrated love machine, Mr Caleb Luna.

…a light-hearted Instagram page about attractive men and their pets…
Misnamed, I might add. Should be “Hipsters-n-Hounds”.

The sheer arrogance
Yes, and it’s an arrogance that’s inescapable, given the reliance on identitarian claptrap and collectivist thinking generally. See also the headline, “We All Want To Be The Jock Who Kicked Our Ass.”
I mean, what?

It’s getting very hard to keep up. I think I’ll just start telling people that my lovely wife of thirty years and I are doing our (heteronormative) marriage and nuclear family ironically. Perhaps then they’ll leave us alone.

The modern left does seem to spend an awful lot of time and energy telling the rest of us who and what we should find attractive.

Note the “nice guy (TM)” exemption. If you’re a straight man frustrated that the women you fancy don’t fancy you back, you’re an evil misogynist who feels entitled to women’s bodies. But, as you’ve noted many times, fairness and reciprocity are not part of the SJW system of ethics.

One more to be filed under: ‘Refracting the world through the lens of my neuroses’.
Absolutely. See also the ladies and ungendered beings at Everyday Feminism, and pretty much anything where people ostentatiously seethe about “intersectional issues.”

We’re also informed – quite confidently, yet with no elaboration – that, “[Gay men] enjoy the privilege of being male in a patriarchal society that for some reason values our genitals way above a woman’s.” … No idea what this means, either. … Especially when I’ve been told that, given I’m heterosexual, my valuing and admiration of women’s genitals (and boobs, etc., etc.) is oppressive and objectifying.
The writer is dipping into a bag of cliches or quips or rhetorical gimmicks and mixing and matching them without thinking it through.
Rhetorical Gimmick #1 is to pretend that sex differences are confined to dangly bits, and to smear anyone who thinks that men and women might have differing interests and talents as being preoccupied with genitals.
Rhetorical Gimmick #2 is the Gainsbourg–Ciccone Theory that men shun femininity (not in females, but in themselves and other males) because they think that being a girl is degrading.

some terms I had to guess at – soyboi I thought was hilarious – that is some kind of male gay hipster? But what’s a “trap”?
I believe “soyboi” (or “soyboy”) refers to an effete-looking woke person who is mouthy online, someone whose bluster is apparently mismatched with his physical capabilities. A “trap,” as I understand it, is someone whose actual sex is not what it appears, and the, um, details of which are only discovered, shall we say, too late.

Oddly enough, if you do fancy women, this also proves that you despise them and wish to oppress them. Go figure.
I see you’re getting the hang of it.

Let’s parse this out.
1). “Gay” is synonymous with “homosexual.”
2). “Homosexual” means you are attracted to persons of your sex rather than of the opposite sex.
3). Therefore, gay men should logically be attracted to men who behave like women.
……
I’m not following the magazine’s logic here, but I’m sure good old reliable Everyday Feminism will post an article explaining it all and scolding humanity.

Apparently, we should “resist” the “hetero- and cis-normative, patriarchal, capitalist, and hierarchical structures in society” by ogling porn featuring people we don’t fancy.
. . . Oh. I’m sorry. . . I got distracted . . . Could someone direct me to the artificial limbs section?

All this time, and it suddenly appears that many gay men were a fifth column for the Patriarchal Shitlords all along. A vector for Kyriarchical Hegemony badthink braingerms.
Well done, lads.

As long as we are speaking of those who think they know what we should want, the NY Post has found a female sex worker with over 10K partners who reveals what men really want.
Don’t bother with the article at the link, but stay for the comments.

Also, just to add to the panic sweeping the nation, there will be NO tests of the new crock pot this week, but stay calm and stay tuned.
The reason is, the only recipes I have for the meat on special this week are 4-quart recipes. To test the new pot, I need either 2 1/2 quart recipes, or a 5-quart recipe, halved. Thus I must wait till meat from such a recipe goes on sale.
And you thought the gay thing was complicated.

the front cover of which looks like this.
Is that even real? It’s a parody, surely.

Ten thousand partners over twelve years is sixteen per week. One assumes that’s a roll in the hay for breakfast, lunch and dinner every weekday, and then a date with her “special someone” on the weekend.
Special indeed.

But what’s a “trap”?
A “trap,” as I understand it, is someone whose actual sex is not what it appears, and the, um, details of which are only discovered, shall we say, too late.
Precisely, and quite distinct from transexual. The term “trap” itself appears to have originated at the anarchic 4Chan /b/ board, or at least popularized there. It’s now something of a fetish, at least online. No kidding.

I keep saying this place should get some kind of educational grant.
Will there be a Giant Vaginas laureate program? Asking for a friend.

Isn’t this sort of mind policing/sticking bossy noses into every nook and cranny of one’s personal life the thing they hate religions for? These people have turned into that which they abhor.
Ehn. From right wing liberal to left wing liberal and trying to keep track of the scorecard, the same practices do keep turning up.
A bit back there was an inside report from the left wing liberal side, note the practice described.
Recently The Economist did an article on the Protestant Reformation and modern developments from then, note the practice described:

Throughout, Protestants had an almost comical capacity for hypocrisy of all kinds. It could be seen not just in their vices, but also their virtues—particularly a rather selective toleration. The respect for their religious rights that 16th-century Mennonites demanded from the Dutch Republic was not extended to dissenters within their own ranks. By 1600 there were at least six Mennonite groups in the country. They hated each other with a passion.

—Went to see Novitiate yesterday . . . intentionally or not, one of the comic bits was provided by a nun at a Catholic school, teaching a religion class back in the late nineteen fifties or so. Mebbe paraphrasing, from memory, Today we’re going to discuss other religions, such as Protestants, Baptists, and Jews.

These people have turned into that which they abhor.
No, they have turned into what they claim to abhor. In fact, the Left was always like this. All that has changed, from year to year, is what is prohibited and what is mandatory.

Will there be a Giant Vaginas laureate program?
I think Miss 10KPartners has that base covered.

“The writer is […snipped some stuff…] without thinking it through.”
Doesn’t this describe the vast majority of the attention-seeking Loopy Left?

David’s place: now with crock pots in addition to all the crack pots!

some kind of gay version of jail bait – nope – something completely different.
Since the theme of hypocrisy has come up, this reminds me of anti-bullying bully-activist Dan Savage. Specifically, how while writing for The Onion years ago he just couldn’t seem to not bring up his fetish for the most boyish of lads, especially when he was picturing them in tighty-whities.
Funny how that never caused a stir, versus what would occur if a straight, male public figure repeatedly went on about how hot and bothered indulging in Lolita role-playing got him.

Today we’re going to discuss other religions, such as Protestants, Baptists, and Jews.
That reminds me of the late Caroline Aherne’s creation, Sister Mary Immaculate.

Ja Du says he grew up enjoying Filipino food …
I trust he didn’t go too authentic.

pst314 – It was a regular column in The Onion. I don’t know if it also ran elsewhere. This would have been around the early 00s, as that was the last time I read said website regularly.

A new survey reveals gay men women have quite a bit of work to do when it comes to breaking down gender stereotypes within their own community.
Because last time I looked, women tended to prefer masculine men as well, at least sexually.

Crock pots and lengthy unattended cookery…
I recently succumbed to trendiness and bought a sous-vide circulator. The last meat I did with it was a rack of ribs, cooked for 6 hours. Plenty tender, but could have easily gone another 6.
If it weren’t for the fact that I never leave appliances running when I’m not home, it’d work fine for away-at-work cooking.
(I had been doing 2-3 hour sous-vide, “by hand” with a thermometer and careful adjustment of the flame, but this is MUCH easier.)

Hi Fred, what’s sous-vide?
The old crock pots were safe to leave alone all day.; that was one of the selling points. The worst that could happen would be a power outage that would force you to go to a restaurant. However, I have heard enough stories of the new ones burning the food that I would never leave one alone for 10-12 hours.

I’d like to know why David started this excellent blog. Was blogging “recommended” by his parole officer? Was he overcome by existential despair during the Great Pickled Egg Shortage? Did he foresee that the Internet would need a place for uncensored discussion of small appliances? What’s the story?
Speaking of existential despair, I recently got forwarded an article about “Gloomy Sunday,” the “suicide song” of the ’30’s, and in my opinion it’s only about as depressing as the average Karen Carpenter song and nowhere near as bad as the ’60s’ “What Now My Love.” Brits will probably recall the Shirley Bassey version, Americans the Elvis version. THAT’S the one that would make ME want to drown myself in the pickled-egg juice if I had to hear it more than once every thirty years or so.

Ben,
So, different from this?
Yeah, more like The Crying Game reveal (androgynous, less “overtly” feminine).
Oh, by the way, it was the 4Chan /soc/ (social media) board where the term came from (it became a form of “rickroll” prank on /b/ shortly thereafter).

“Lazarus” is definitely a more tactful name than “Snowball.” May he live happily for the rest of his 8 remaining lives.🐱

Was blogging “recommended” by his parole officer?
Heh. It was, in large part, to spare my friends from weekly barrages of long, rambling emails.

It’s like a religion for idiots.
It’s not unlike a slacker’s parody of a religion, albeit one with few of the customary obligations or constraints on behaviour. Instead, it reinforces vanity, to the point of delusion, while leaving you unhindered by bothersome things like truth and reciprocity.
It’s telling, for instance, that Mr Luna affects an air of intellectual gravitas, informing us that his academic work “explores the intersections of fatness, desire, fetishism, white supremacy, and colonialism from a queer of colour lens,” as if this were something one should be impressed by. And yet if you poke through his tweets, you’ll see he’s also big on astrology and seems to take it quite seriously, not least as an explanation for his ongoing moodswings. And so he approvingly retweets things like this.
But then I suppose intersectional woo is pretty much on a par with astrology, or scientology, or supposedly magic sea shells.

…who believes that men will be drawn magnetically to his unorthodox physique…
Perhaps not magnetically, but quite possibly gravitationally…
Right, off to the Self-Denunciation Chamber I go.

…retweets things like this…
I’m trying to wrap my mind around “vibrating at my highest frequency.” I’d be afraid of turning into the Tacoma Narrows bridge in short order.

I’m trying to wrap my mind around “vibrating at my highest frequency.” I’d be afraid of turning into the Tacoma Narrows bridge in short order.

You’ll be fine as long as your highest frequency isn’t your resonant frequency.

I’m just going to leave this here, for posterity.

[ Quietly adjusts vibrational frequency. ]

I wonder if this vibrational frequency they mention is related to teledildonics, because those things can be remotely controlled, not to mention privacy-invasive.

Well, at least the italics didn’t overflow. So there’s that.

I think that was my problem, David. I was so hung up on my not committing italic overload that I probably deleted the quotation marks accidentally.
Indeed, R. Sherman. But in my defence, I did say I was an abysmal writer.

I have an image of Caleb Luna misjudging the optimal frequency for ‘them’ to vibrate at and losing structural integrity, resulting in the need for a team of professional cleaners with very big buckets and absorbent mops.

Out of respect for our host and his recent episode, I shall refrain from posting the scene of Mr. Creosote and his wafer-thin dinner mint.

@Farnsworth
I think we need some palate cleansers.
Point: Phyllis from Mulga, Alabama.
Counterpoint: Tammy from Clanton, Alabama.
It’s time to bring this thread back to the sophisticated commentary we know and love.

I suppose it never occurred to “Dr.” Brown that given that most students can fit in the seats, they are, in fact, not “too-small”, but her Thickset 13 are just too big.
It’s quite remarkable, the extent to which student ‘activism’ of this kind boils down to an exercise in displacing responsibility. A less cossetted person might look at the problem – I’m too fat for normal furniture and it’s embarrassing – and see the obvious solution, one that doesn’t involve needlessly imposing on others, and incurring expense for others, while indulging in a pantomime of self-dramatising woe.
But stoicism and self-possession are anathema, and getting a grip on one’s life – and in this case, one’s obesity – is taboo. And so instead, the interviewees invoke the violation of their self-esteem. Even though that same self-esteem is violated continually, by every tiny thing, thanks to the obvious and foreseeable consequences of their own surplus flesh, and by extension, their own choices and behaviour. And so one interviewee complains about how the fit of her own shirt distracts her from her studies and makes her feel self-conscious, with the implication that this is someone else’s fault.

Brown concludes by calling upon colleges to make a change. “Universities and colleges can mitigate the negative effects of the physical learning environment. Do they have the courage to listen?”

Which might more honestly be translated as, “Universities and colleges can (and therefore should, at whatever expense) mitigate the self-inflicted embarrassment of very fat students, whose fatness distracts them from their work, and who can’t possibly be expected to take responsibility for even the most elementary aspects of their own lives.”
Given the context, and the evasion of the students, and of Dr Brown, the word courage is inadvertently comical.