Friday Ephemera

In “Pushing the Envelope of Sexuality” news:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sWDCz5v1Vg

the visceral thrill of milk floats.
Honestly, I had to click through the links to the pictures because I’ve never heard the expression “milk float” before.
For me, it is just the milkman and his delivery truck. Where did the “float” come in?
For me, these are floats
and these …

I had to click through the links to the pictures because I’ve never heard the expression “milk float” before.
Even the enthusiasts at Milk Float Corner aren’t sure where the term came from. But the sound of the electric motor, and the early morning clink of glass bottles on doorsteps, is quite evocative of an era. It reminds me of staying over at my gran’s as a wee seedling. In the UK, I should imagine they’re now found only in some rural areas and are probably endangered even there.

we have responded in kind by building a 30-foot trebuchet, a medieval catapult designed to destroy walls.
I’m sure it can be re-purposed to MAGA:

It reminds me of staying over at my gran’s as a wee seedling.
Until we got a second car, we had both the milkman and the Helms Bakery delivery man. Had fresh milk, eggs, butter and bread between weekend visits to the supermarket.
When I was home with my little ones in the early 80’s I had a milkman for a few years for the same reason. I think that was the last of the era of home delivery in suburbia.

Why college students reject reason.
Paywall. Is there a choice quote?

Why college students reject reason.
The Wall Street Journal has gotten good at thwarting the “Google search” method of getting around the paywall.

Until we got a second car, we had both the milkman and the Helms Bakery delivery man.
We had a weekly egg delivery and semi-weekly dairy delivery until at least 1973–two different local farmers There was an elaborate milk box outside the front door with space for a large block of ice. We had a pad of tear-off order sheets which we’d leave clipped to the box on delivery days. After one delivery, Mom evidently told the milkman that under no circumstances was chocolate milk to be delivered. Somehow, four gallons had been scratched onto the order form. To this day, the perpetrators remain unidentified, though I blamed hippies.

Oh, sure…
https://www.dailywire.com/news/24496/top-transgender-weightlifter-i-have-no-advantage-amanda-prestigiacomo?utm_source=shapironewsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_content=120917-news&utm_campaign=position3

@Pogonip, Sarah Robles, an American weightlifter…

my dad used to bring home doughnuts from the old Van de Kamp’s bakery
I remember my grandparents taking us to a Van de Kamp’s Coffee Shop & Bakery in Los Angeles.
And going to Helm’s Bakery on a field trip was standard fair for my elementary school (Rinaldi Elementary in Granada Hills)
The only thing more fun thing was eating in the drive-in section of Bob’s Big Boy.

Why college students reject reason.

Lorde insists: “Even at the same time that I understood what you meant, I felt a total wipeout of my modus, my way of perceiving and formulating… I’m used to associating a request for documentation as a questioning of my perceptions, an attempt to devalue what I’m in the process of discovering.” Scepticism or demands for evidence are not only a personal affront but an example of the oppressive system at work. Earlier this year, this newspaper examined test scores and discovered that at more than 100 American colleges, at least one-third of seniors were incapable of making an argument or weighing evidence, among other tasks of critical thinking. Lorde’s influence would seem to match her popularity.

Ah. Short version: Clown Quarter students are using a whiny, self-absorbed poet, now dead, as a kind of guru, because her whiny, self-absorbed blathering can be construed as excusing the students’ own whiny self-absorption and academic incompetence. Telling mediocre students that ‘You are oppressed,’ ‘It’s never your fault,’ and ‘Don’t even try to organise your thoughts so that you and others can see if they’re accurate and sound’ is apparently a winning formula. Albeit temporarily.
See also, auto-ethnography, critical race theory, standpoint theory, etc.
It’s worth taking a moment to digest the fact that, for many Clown Quarter students, academia is now a place where they’re led to believe that being asked for evidence, or being asked to construct an argument that will bear any kind of scrutiny, is somehow an affront, an invalidation, and therefore constitutes “violence” that is enacted by ignorant and evil people.
The idea that what is being invalidated is merely their own vanity and arrogance is apparently anathema, quite literally unthinkable.

Ten dating tips for the intersectional feminist.
Or, ‘Don’t date or befriend anyone who is likely to disagree with you on any subject.’ Which I suppose is essential if you’re determined never to learn anything from them.

‘Don’t date or befriend anyone who is likely to disagree with you on any subject.’
tl;dr: “Straight, white people are bad, m’kay.”
Or:
‘ You should never date an intersectional feminist. Here’s why.’

Regarding Miss Lourde,

The Black mother within each of us—the poet—whispers in our dreams: I feel, therefore I can be free.”
In another essay, she asserts, “Beyond the superficial, the considered phrase, ‘It feels right to me,’ acknowledges the strength of the erotic into a true knowledge, for what that means is the first and most powerful guiding light toward any understanding.”

I think she can’t recognize “superficial” when she writes it.
However, speaking of the Clown Quarter, another one in the Great White North “ain’t down with” academic freedom, or freedom of speech, as it is white supremacy, or something.
Sentio ergo est.

well, crap. I gotta learn to screen-cap more.
No, Darleen, it’s too late for apologies. We’ve all been wounded, invalidated and traumatised.
Come, let us huddle together and weep.

Ten dating tips for the intersectional feminist.
Or, ‘Don’t date or befriend anyone who is likely to disagree with you on any subject.’ Which I suppose is essential if you’re determined never to learn anything from them.
That.

I suppose it’s possible that somehow the august worthies at the university heard through the grapevine about the contents of Ms. Shepherd’s tutorial, and decided to convene a struggle session on their own, but I doubt it.
I don’t. At all. I am quite familiar with the institution in question.

I wonder, does she need a Rolodex to keep all her hates in order?
She’s not the loveliest creature. Again, note Ms Witt’s conceit that there’s “no value” in debating with anyone who questions her claims and assumptions, which, we’re told, amounts to “abuse” and a questioning of her humanity.

More from Lindsay Shepherd and the cultists who rally against things that never happened.

“For me, these are floats
and these … ”
Now, *these* are floats (/Dundee):
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aomori_Nebuta_Matsuri

There is a company in Oakland, CA, called NPM
Yes. Yes, there is.