Panic Sweeps Nation
Lifted from the comments, an intriguing choice of adjective:
This discovery of general preference, some 71%, is not only deemed “alarming,” but also “startling,” and what’s more, it apparently constitutes a “masculinity crisis within the LGBTQ community.” Says a website quoting a magazine, the front cover of which looks like this.
As Ted S notes in reply, “How dare you gays not like the type of man we think you should like!”
I realise it may be difficult to feel great concern for the kinds of people who base their worldviews on the high and noble teachings of the publications Attitude and Queerty, but still. The unstated contortion required to achieve the indignation that is now social currency – in this instance, a belief that not being aroused by overly effeminate men is obvious and damning proof of “misogynist attitudes” and “toxic masculinity” – is a thing to behold. 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.”
Update, via the comments:
The left does seem to spend an awful lot of time 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 of course we mustn’t forget the immense, frustrated love machine, Mr Caleb Luna, who believes that men will be drawn magnetically to his unorthodox physique once they’ve been schooled in the politics of intersectional victimhood.
Precisely, and quite distinct from transexual.
So, different from this? Because that’s the first thing I thought of (language and subject perhaps not idea for the workplace).
“The writer is […snipped some stuff…] without thinking it through.”
Doesn’t this describe the vast majority of the attention-seeking Loopy Left?
All that has changed, from year to year, is what is prohibited and what is mandatory.
See, also, the totalitarian principle: Everything which is not forbidden is compulsory.
David’s place: now with crock pots in addition to all the crack pots!
Precisely, and quite distinct from transexual.
Transsexual ? Not to shift gears, so to speak, but we have a new take on transracial – white Tampa man thinks he is now a Filipino. (annoying autoplay at link)
What clinched it for me, having spent some time in the Philippines, was the long, stringy, purple hair, a hallmark of Filipino culture.
Top that, Talcum X.
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.
Funny how that never caused a stir,
Why, it’s almost as if the New Rules aren’t meant to be reciprocal.
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.
And even a few cracked crock pots and crocked crack pots!
I was amused by Mr. Wanna B. Filipino saying he hasn’t told his family because they’d think he’s crazy. I get a feeling these people often have discussions about “Wanna’s latest thing.”
This isn’t new. For years overenthusiastic anime fans have tried to be Japanese.
Ja Du says he grew up enjoying Filipino food …
I trust he didn’t go too authentic.
while writing for The Onion years ago
Do you mean his syndicated column that appeared in various “progressive” and “alternative” periodicals? The one in which ever letter from a reader began “Dear Faggot”?
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.
Squires: that was also about when I stopped reading the Onion regularly. Remember when Savage boasted of trying to infect Republican campaign workers with a cold or flu? Such a charming exemplary person.
A new survey reveals
gay menwomen 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.
Depends. The husbands and boyfriends of public feminists seem to be rather a kitty-cat-whipped lot.
If the 10,000-and-counting hooker–er, sex worker–were male, would he be “King Slut”?
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.)
I am planning to tell my wife tonight that I’m gay. If the reaction is negative I plan to reassure her however that I’m the really, really good kind of gay that enthusiastically values and even enjoys femininity in another person, epecially and even exclusively (hopefully that’s ok) the really, really best kind of person, a woman. And not those nasty kindds of women who have male genitalia and desire to be a part of the patriarchy, but those really, really good kind of women who have vaginas and boobs and stuff. Wish me luck!
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.
“vaginas and boobs and stuff”
Yay! Another new band name!
[But ‘stuff’ has to be pronounced like Bernadette Peters does in The Jerk]
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.
Vaginas and boobs and stuff, oh my!
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).
pogonip,
Speaking of existential despair./..
Here’s a “palate cleanser”, if you will:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClcCBii9iQw
“Lazarus” is definitely a more tactful name than “Snowball.” May he live happily for the rest of his 8 remaining lives.🐱
white Tampa man thinks he is now a Filipino.
Do tell. Fine. Prove it.
Was blogging “recommended” by his parole officer?
Heh. It was, in large part, to spare my friends from weekly barrages of long, rambling emails.
the immense, frustrated love machine, Mr Caleb Luna, who believes that men will be drawn magnetically to his unorthodox physique once they’ve been schooled in the politics of intersectional victimhood.
It’s like a religion for idiots.
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.
https://boingboing.net/2017/11/12/condo-association-threatens-ev.html
…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.
From retweets things like this
Interesting how little snark and such the original has garnered. Either there’s an astrology-based aura around her that protects her from such, or this is an undiscovered corner of twitterdom, or she’s blocking a lot of people. I’m thinking it’s the first one.
…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.
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.
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Nope. No ‘turning into’ involved. They just object to someone else being the prodnose. To this type it’s all about getting their hands on the whip and then wielding it with a mighty righteousness.
You’ll be fine as long as your highest frequency isn’t your resonant frequency.
“… an air of intellectual gravitas, informing us that his academic work…”
“The term physics envy is a phrase used to criticize modern writing and research of academics working in areas such as “softer sciences”, liberal arts, business studies and humanities. The term argues that writing and working practices in these disciplines have overused confusing jargon and complicated mathematics, in order to seem more ‘rigorous’ and like mathematics-based subjects like physics.”
[Not that “intersectional victimhood” deserves any credence or credibility to begin with]
I’m just going to leave this here, for posterity.
[ Quietly adjusts vibrational frequency. ]
Part of the problem is that these newspapers and magazines have columns and websites to fill, and a lot of them end up commissioning absolute dross. Generally from a certain type of person who likes whining. No Buzzfeed or Gawker editor is going to commission me, (a rotund bisexual chap with moderate conservative leanings), to write a piece along those lines. For one thing I’m an abysmal writer. And for another, my piece would simply be:
“I’m a fat bisexual. It’s not a big deal if you’re not sexually in to me. You have your preferences, I have mine. I’m not offended by this.
I wonder if this vibrational frequency they mention is related to teledildonics, because those things can be remotely controlled, not to mention privacy-invasive.
Aargh! Where have my closing quotation marks gone? I’m sure they were there when I hit preview and then post.
Well, at least the italics didn’t overflow. So there’s that.
@Nemo,
Alas, the lack of the end-quotes completely destroyed both your point and your credibility. Sad, really. What might have been . . .
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.
…the knowledge necessary to vibrate at your highest frequency
Like Tweek on South Park?
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.
I keep saying this place should get some kind of educational grant
Call it an ongoing, interactive, performance art piece and apply for a grant!
re:vibrating..
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.
As long as we got around to Caleb Luna, in the intersection of the Clown Quarter and Persons of Enhanced Avoirdupoisity, one Dr. Brown finds small desks cause ‘hostile’ environment for fat students.
Of course. The ludicrously small sample size not withstanding (and I guess fat men don’t count – or just don’t snivel and blow snot about the “problem”), 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.
Right then, you “must” change everything to make a few perpetual malcontents happy, but not in such a way that you might make the perpetual malcontents unhappy.
Speaking for myself, I am getting tired of all this garbage that we must change all the things so as not to hurt the feels of a few neurotics.
@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.
“you “must” change everything to make a few perpetual malcontents happy”
Isn’t this a key goal of The Progs for every special group they purport to speak for?
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.
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.