The Year Reheated
In which we marvel at the mental contortions of our self-imagined betters.
The year began with searing insights from the world of academia. Specifically, London’s School of Oriental and African Studies, where black student activists denounced objectivity as an “alienating” concept, and issued numerous demands, allegedly to challenge stereotypes of student laziness and inadequacy. It turns out that the way to avoid any appearance of such things is to complain about the “stress and anxiety” of being corrected, or disagreed with, especially by people who are insufficiently brown and deferential. Elsewhere, the psychological reverberations of Donald Trump’s election victory continued to be felt, as when a charmingly progressive lady sensed a fellow plane passenger’s failure to vote as she did and promptly threatened to vomit on him. Other pious lefties signalled their moral superiority by planning to sabotage transport infrastructure, stranding and distressing countless random people, and thereby reminding us that “social justice” posturing is often difficult to distinguish from petty malice or outright sociopathy. Meanwhile, Laurie Penny preferred to advocate “spite” as a guiding progressive principal, as if this were a new and novel development.
February provided further illustrations of this fashionable malice, as when educators at the University of Cincinnati bemoaned the fact that their attempts to inculcate unrealism, dishonesty and pretentious racial guilt were still being met with pockets of resistance. Objecting to slander and brow-beating by bigoted mediocrities is, we learned, merely “white fragility” and therefore, somehow, damning proof of racism. Racial fixations were also in play at the Writing Centre at the University of Washington, Tacoma, the stated goal of which is to “help writers succeed in a racist society,” a goal to be achieved by denouncing grammar as “an unjust language structure,” and the correction of punctuation as “an oppressive practice.” Because those ungrammatical job applications, the ones enlivened with incomprehensible sentences and lots of inventive spelling, will do just fine. We also learned of the steep price to be paid for small acts of courtesy – namely, holding open a door for a Guardian contributor with weight issues and a gift for hysterical screaming.
Accessorising was an unexpected topic of discussion in March, when the crushingly put-upon students at Pitzer College, Claremont, California, informed the world that “winged eyeliner and big hoop earrings” are “an everyday act of resistance,” and should therefore be the exclusive ornamentation of the slightly brown and radical. Elsewhere, at Middlebury College, Dr Charles Murray attempted to give a lecture on, among other things, the dangers of tribalism and social fragmentation, only to be met with tribal hysteria and an actual riot, complete with slanderous chants, hospitalised staff and students wearing ski masks.
In April, the immense, frustrated love machine Caleb Luna wondered why his Grindr profile attracts so little interest. Carefully sidestepping the possibility of weight loss, Mr Luna decided that the rest of us must “interrogate” our “phobias,” which is to say our preferences, and consequently start lusting after “alternative bodies.” Specifically, bodies like Mr Luna’s. Avoiding the obvious was also a theme in the world of performance art, where Shannon Cochrane and Márcio Carvalho unwittingly entertained us with their deep thoughts, shifting paradigms and heads wrapped in meat. Another highlight of the month came via Everyday Feminism’s Emily Zak, who wanted us to know that the allure of fresh air is, like everything else, terribly oppressive, due to the “painfully heteronormative” nature of wildland firefighting, and a shortage of adverts featuring gay people kayaking in a suitably gay-affirming manner.
Artistic innovations were at the forefront of May, when performance artist Sarah Hill shook our tiny mental worlds with a “temporal historical rupture” that is “cathartically dialogical,” and achieved by falling over repeatedly while dressed as Wonder Woman. No less impressive were the attempts to “transform” middle-school children by making maths lessons “intersectional,” thereby furthering the cause of “social justice.” A process that entailed reducing the time available for humdrum things like trigonometry and using it instead to teach children to “subvert power,” while scorning maths itself as a “dehumanising tool.”
June brought us a “guerrilla performance” by “artist, healer and dancer” Shizu Homma, who “interrogates the human condition” with her creative tremendousness. The month also brought us not one, but two illustrations of what happens when leftwing student psychodrama is allowed to run its course. And not entirely unrelated, we also pondered news that expired pet owners are sometimes eaten by their own dogs, cats and hamsters.
In July, we once again witnessed the educational benefits of “an academic background in gender studies,” and self-declared activist and single mother Jody Allard impressed us with her exemplary feminist parenting, and a determination to humiliate her own teenage sons, publicly and in print, for the sins of being white and male, and therefore, obviously, potential rapists.
Google software developer James Damore rose to notoriety in August by politely questioning the gospel of identity politics, promptly getting fired for it, and triggering a truly boggling display of near-total media dishonesty. Elsewhere, at the University of Florida, identity politics devotees complained about the “violence” of not being taken seriously, while demanding the construction of two entirely separate buildings to house the university’s black and Latino student groups, because sharing a building, or at least an entrance lobby, would “erase and marginalise their black and brown bodies.” August also provided several vivid insights into the psychology of “social justice,” as when a mob of severely educated student Mao-lings demanded “empathy” while laughing at accounts of random beatings and then assaulting people themselves, in the name of tolerance. In the pages of The Atlantic, educator Alice Ristroph watched a total eclipse and somehow saw nothing but racism; while fellow educator Dr A.W. Strouse, whose works include Literary Theories of the Foreskin and deep ruminations on the preputial connotations of aluminium cans, signalled his radicalism by advising students to say “fuck you” to potential employers during job interviews.
Our sexual horizons were broadened in September when we learned of the phenomenon of “ecosexuality” and the orgasmic delights of rock rubbing, tree licking and frottage al fresco. Meanwhile, academia’s Clown Quarter continued to bewilder. Dr Michael Isaacson, an adjunct professor specialising in “anti-capitalist economic theories” at CUNY’s John Jay College of Criminal Justice, repeatedly tweeted his enthusiasm for the murder of random police officers, and of future officers, including his own students. And Harvard-educated sociology professor Crystal Fleming championed the looting of trainers while the law-abiding were distracted by an oncoming hurricane.
October brought us more unhinged educators, among them, University of Pennsylvania teaching assistant Stephanie McKellopp, whose areas of expertise include “self-marriage” and “racial blame,” and who signalled her wokeness by announcing her classroom policy of ignoring white male students. We were also told, by Charles Davis, a professor of education at the University of Southern California, that any hint of consequences for acts of thuggery on campus is “racist” and “unfair,” as it creates “an unsafe and threatening environment” for students who like to indulge in coercive and threatening behaviour.
At the University of California, Irvine, the identity-politics contingent displayed its mental brilliance again in November, and also at Ballou High School, Washington, DC, where, thanks to “social justice,” students who are barely literate and rarely seen in class all somehow graduated and were promptly waved through the gates of a college or university. And at Wilfrid Laurier University, Ontario, the sadistic, fever-dream world of leftist educators was caught on tape quite shockingly, when teaching assistant Lindsay Shepherd found herself being accused of “targeted violence” and of being “threatening,” for remaining politically neutral and politely presenting both sides of an argument.
As the year drew to a close, we witnessed the mental disarray wrought by competitive virtue signalling, wherein racial wokeness veered towards Gorillas in the Mist territory. And we learned that standards of diligence and proficiency are racist and oppressive, according to Purdue University’s Dr Donna Riley, who congratulates herself for her own “alternative ways of thinking,” and who scorns expectations of rigour and competence as “exclusionary,” mere tools of “privilege,” and therefore unfair to women and minorities, for whom rigour and competence are presumably impossible.
So. Quite a year.
Thanks for cataloguing this stuff, David. Have a great new year.
Your tip jar has been hit.
fellow educator Dr A.W. Strouse, whose works include Literary Theories of the Foreskin and deep ruminations on the preputial connotations of aluminium cans, signalled his radicalism by advising students to say “fuck you” to potential employers during job interviews.
I still can’t believe you didn’t make that up.
I still can’t believe you didn’t make that up.
The perversity and ludicrousness of the “social justice” demographic exceeds my limited imagination, and by quite some margin.
Your tip jar has been hit.
Bless you, madam. May your tights remain orderly and your woollens never bobble.
There’s an “authority figures” pun to be made in here somewhere.
Dr A.W. Strouse, whose works include Literary Theories of the Foreskin and deep ruminations on the preputial connotations of aluminium cans,
I still can’t believe you didn’t make that up.
I thought it must be a joke so I followed the links. Holy crap. 🙂
Some new academic dumbfuckery makes it in just under the year-end deadline:
Apparently, farmers’ markets, so beloved of the collectivist left, are racist because they are “insidious” “white spaces where the food consumption habits of white people are normalized.”
https://www.campusreform.org/?ID=10306
Apparently, farmers’ markets, so beloved of the collectivist left, are racist because they are “insidious” “white spaces”
For some reason, this came to mind.
Via Lancastrian Oik, via here.
Surely, Dr. Strouse has missed his calling. Seen in an online jobs section:
Sorry for that. Prepared to do penance.
[ Slides jar of pickled eggs towards Steve E. ]
Do help yourself.
Sorry for that. Prepared to do penance.
Why?
It’s not as if you included some reference to calamari.
where the food consumption habits of white people are normalized
I would love to ask these “professors” why they consider what habit(s) of food consumption they consider ABnormal when done by people of pallor?
Thank you, David, for this oasis of sanity in a world that’s getting whackier by the minute.
A small token of my appreciation has been sent your way. Happy New Year.
A small token of my appreciation has been sent your way.
Bless you, madam. May the grip-strip of your ‘resealable’ cheese wrapper never tear away in your hand the very first time you use it.
Eating the pickled “eggs” IS doing penance.
“Black woman accuses Charlie Rose of racism for not sexually harassing her….”
http://www.vdare.com/posts/black-woman-accuses-charlie-rose-of-racism-for-not-sexually-harassing-her
Snookered.
May the grip-strip of your ‘resealable’ cheese wrapper never tear away in your hand the very first time you use it.
I feel your pain, David. 🙂
I feel your pain, David. 🙂
It was a harrowing experience. I still can’t talk about it.
This link from The Other McCain—one of the great comedians, Rose Marie, best known for “The Dick Van Dyke Show,” has died at 94.
https://evilbloggerlady.blogspot.com/2017/12/rose-marie-rip.html?m=1
“[The resealable package] was a harrowing experience…”
Sounds kinda cheesy to me!
Dropping a few quid in the tip jar seems to be the fashionable thing to do in this here salon, and I have ever been a slave to the madding crowd.
. . . I have general memory that this fellow has to have been noted somewhere around here, but I can’t figure out which bar stool he was sitting on . . .
Indeed, for summarizing it all, a small contribution via PayPal to the pickled egg fund has been made.
and I have ever been a slave to the madding crowd.
a small contribution via PayPal… has been made.
May your heels never require the attention of a dampened pumice stone on the eve of the local swimsuit modelling competition.
Meet Charlie. Quite the rugged lad.
https://blogs.deakin.edu.au/deakinlife/2017/12/19/we-are-your-friends-your-family-your-colleagues-student-charlie-osborne-on-the-importance-of-pride-march/
Meet Charlie. Quite the rugged lad.
Oh dear. It sounds like he – sorry, they – is reading from a “diversity” brochure. As a gay chap, I suppose I’m expected to feel some affinity or solidarity with such creatures, with their glib dogma and eerie uniformity. But it’s actually quiet alienating.
Frottage: The practice of touching or rubbing against the clothed body of another person in a crowd as a means of obtaining sexual gratification.
I learn so much from this site. Now I have a word for what I do in my commute into work.
As a gay chap, I suppose I’m expected to feel some affinity or solidarity with such creatures, with their glib dogma and eerie uniformity.
I like the part from this excerpt that it was only in uni when he ‘made new friends’ and ‘discovered new identities’, where he couldn’t do this in Moreland for fear of ‘persecution’. And chancellors of these breeding grounds for such absurdities allow this crapola to continue unfettered.
Bin collections. A discussion ensues.
Via Damian.
Meet Charlie. Quite the rugged lad.
Queer and normal, I believe one of those two concepts has escaped his grasp.
I believe one of those two concepts has escaped his grasp.
It’s the assumption that a sexual preference should – must – come with a cartoonish, off-the-peg “identity” of some kind.
It’s the assumption that a sexual preference should – must – come with a cartoonish, off-the-peg “identity” of some kind.
That is part of it, but I am sufficiently antediluvian to recall when “queer” just meant what is now called “gay”, and not what young Charles and his ilk have changed “queer” to mean as being anywhere on the BLTZOMG spectrum of made up “genders”, thus how being, “…queer from other people..”, is “normal” is a bit nonsensical, other than a self deluding salve for his psyche.
Meanwhile, getting back to the Clown Quarter, whatever “queer” means today, and folks like the Brobdingnagian Mr. Luna, one Miss Rachael Fox, a PhD candidate at U Cal San Diego whose, “…doctoral work focuses on the intersection of medicine, science and technology studies, and fat studies…”, apparently doesn’t like before and after pictures of weight loss because they bend time and space, or something.
I am not sure fat people bending time is a critical lens she really wants to use, but she has most of the other SJW Choctaw in there, if she can get racism and islamophobia in there, she’ll get her PhD and instant tenure.
Tim Blair: “The great David Thompson reviews 2017, the year broken woken folk became a global joke.”
https://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/blogs/tim-blair/wokens-awake/news-story/d6bae9427df6d10912d8f9c44168cb17
Tim Blair
Oh lord, the Australians are coming. Hide your valuables.
Meanwhile, Trooper Ben of the Kansas Highway Patrol, gives us good advice about motoring in the cold of winter.
Listen — Rachael Fox has a Master’s degree in Narrative Medicine*, so I think we should all just bow to her superior understanding of the Universe and our tiny place within it.
* Please be advised: it is recommended that the reader secure any food or drink at hand before clicking link.
the world of performance art, where Shannon Cochrane and Márcio Carvalho unwittingly entertained us with their deep thoughts, shifting paradigms and heads wrapped in meat.
My wife is still laughing at that video. I’ve been told to hit your tip jar. 🙂
My wife is still laughing at that video. I’ve been told to hit your tip jar. 🙂
The lady is wise, and positively radiant. May your tea towels dry with uncanny rapidity.
Pictured above, “a fundamental shift in paradigm.”
* Please be advised: it is recommended that the reader secure any food or drink at hand before clicking link.
Of course you will. That is some fine grade A Ivy League SJW bullcrap.
Clinical component – there are too many clerks and jerks littering up medicine today, we hardly need these twits anywhere in a medical facility, let alone actually near a patient.
If you really want some comedy, check out the faculty.
Something to make you smile: https://vimeo.com/187582753
Happy new year.
Oh lord, the Australians are coming. Hide your valuables.
Well, not exactly an “Instalaunch”:
Wow. Tim’s sarcastic wit hasn’t declined, but I sure miss his old TimBlair.net blog, which was populated by, much like this one, with all sorts of strange and wonderful regular commenters. His corporate Daily Telegraph blog is so heavily moderated that conversation is all but impossible: it can take as long as 24 hours for a comment to appear, after being approved by multiple moderators, it seems.
“Buddy can you paradigm?”
I am glad I found this site in 2017 and look forward to twelve months of laughing along with David in 2018. I doubt he’ll run out of material.
. . . one Miss Rachael Fox, a PhD candidate at U Cal San Diego whose, “…doctoral work focuses on the intersection of medicine, science and technology studies, and fat studies…”
Um. She’s in San Diego and doing doing an active study of Greater London sewer systems?
His corporate Daily Telegraph blog is so heavily moderated that conversation is all but impossible: it can take as long as 24 hours for a comment to appear, after being approved by multiple moderators, it seems.
Those moderators being, I suppose, people who could not get a job with the National Health Service. (Theodore Dalrymple, are you reading this thread?)
Tim’s sarcastic wit hasn’t declined…
One of these years, I’m going to get invited on a Tim Blair/Dave Burge road trip adventure. In preparation for that day, I’d like to ask you all to fill out your organ donor cards, as I’ll likely be in the market for a new (to me) liver.
Spiny Norman, many of Tim Blair’s regulars have migrated to catallaxyfiles.com, there to enliven the comments.
Happy New Year! A little something to help keep the coal bin filled at Chez Thompson.
A little something to help keep the coal bin filled at Chez Thompson.
[ Detects vibration in trouser pocket. Fumbles for phone. ]
May your furnishings always be spotless, and the gin always plentiful, when the mother-in-law descends.
The central U.S. is supposed to be the coldest place in the world for the next week or so, thanks to (you guessed it) global warming.
Many Americans seem to feel that believing in global warming is unpatriotic. I have no problem with the idea per se, but I’m skeptical of the people pushing it, for two reasons. One, it seems unfalsifiable. It’s hot? Global warming. It’s cold? Global warming. It’s unusually wet? Global warming. It’s unusually dry? Global warming.
Two, I note that conferences about it are always held in fun places like Kyoto and not dismal places like Akron, and that the attendees always fly there. If they really believed in this huge impending disaster, wouldn’t they stay home and Skype or teleconference?
Does anyone know anything about the actual science, if any?
@Pogonip: Try Anthony Watts. https://wattsupwiththat.com/
Thank you! I will.
Does anyone know anything about the actual science, if any?
Dr. Roy Spencer does.
Pogonip:
I doubt he’ll run out of material.
It’s a double edged sword, n’est-ce pas?
Farnsworth:
If you really want some comedy, check out the faculty.
I did. Exactly NOT the type of people I want to have a “narrative” with about the medical condition that landed me in a hospital bed. A small selection:
-Danielle R. Spencer “She worked as artist/musician David Byrne’s Art Director for many years, collaborating on and exhibiting a range of projects…”
-Catherine Rogers ” A writer and performer, her plays have been seen at Dixon Place, Manhattan Theatre Source, Salvage Vanguard, and Cleveland Public Theatre.”
-Edgar Rivera Colon “He is an expert on Latino gay and bisexual male sexual cultures…”
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
Tucker Carlson’s 100 racist things from 2017.
https://twitchy.com/gregp-3534/2017/12/22/heres-tucker-carlsons-handy-list-of-100-racist-things-from-2017-is-your-favorite-on-the-list/
Dr A.W. Strouse, whose works include Literary Theories of the Foreskin and deep ruminations on the preputial connotations of aluminium cans,
Someone call Pepsi’s marketing department.
This seems oddly appropriate for a review of the year thread: http://www.playboy.com/articles/male-feminists
Someone call Pepsi’s marketing department.
It’s darkly comical to see a personal fetish and ludicrous contrivance being paraded as ‘scholarship’. But it’s not, I think, uncommon.
And regarding Dr Strouse’s political posturing, the following bears repeating:
And as noted before, behind all of this posturing lies a parasitic dynamic. Who benefits from all this “social justice” chest-puffing? The professor may gain some in-group kudos, at least among idiots; but what of the teenagers who take his advice and then collide with the real world? A world in which the attitudes they’ve been encouraged to cultivate actively repel employers? Brown-skinned students are basically just props in some narcissistic drama, and their practical life-chances are to be sacrificed.
For “social justice.”
This list is so tragic, I can’t help but laugh.
This list is so tragic, I can’t help but laugh.
You mustn’t laugh. Apparently, it’s the path to progressive utopia. And all we have to do is surrender to their wisdom.
Pogonip, my path to checking out CAGW was a vague knowledge of climate history. A month or so of checking later, I found the man-made global warming catastrophilia laughable.
Later, I found this, which puts the entire hoax in perspective. Click for full screen:
A very Happy New Year to all here.
Later, I found this, which puts the entire hoax in perspective.
It is all in the presentation, here is the “change” in Fahrenheit.
Artistic innovations were at the forefront of May, when performance artist Sarah Hill shook our tiny mental worlds with a “temporal historical rupture” that is “cathartically dialogical, . . . .”
Meanwhile, in technology news.
Via Obnoxio.
And in media news, meet the sassy feminist editor of the Huffington Post’s Parenting pages.
…meet the sassy feminist editor…
I am not sure that broadcasting that you are a crazy, vindictive, bitchy harridan is a great way to attract a sane mate, but Godspeed to whoever the lad is that set her off and is now shut of her.
Erin Stewart opines that New Year’s Day is nothing really special. Maybe, maybe not but I think she will be in a corner pub enjoying the evening with friends and family.
http://www.smh.com.au/comment/theres-nothing-inherently-special-about-nye–except-uber-surge-pricing-20171230-h0bkg9.html
a truly boggling display of near-total media dishonesty.
‘Related’…
http://acecomments.mu.nu/?post=373188
‘Related’…
And somewhat related to that.
Meanwhile, back to the sassy feminist editor, we bring you another episode of “Woke™ 8 Year Old” or “Things That Didn’t Happen”.
And in media news, meet the sassy feminist editor of the Huffington Post’s Parenting pages.
Willardina?
we bring you another episode of “Woke™ 8 Year Old” or “Things That Didn’t Happen”.
Who knew the world had so many highly political, oddly outspoken – and uniformly leftwing – eight-year-olds? It’s strange to watch as certain types of dishonesty become fashionable.
Related
Amazing how the locust swarms of twitter feminists have all gone crickets when someone tries to smash a real patriarchy. Has there been a Red Penny sighting in the last couple of days?
Re woke 8 year old … the money tweet:
Meanwhile, back to the sassy feminist editor, we bring you another episode of “Woke™ 8 Year Old” or “Things That Didn’t Happen”.
Bit of that getting around.
https://twitchy.com/brettt-3136/2017/12/28/green-party-leaders-tweet-inspires-even-more-stories-of-amazingly-woke-kids/
Happy New Year also from the land Down Under. Sydney have just put on a show for the ages. No doubt a Fairfax reporter here will bemoan the amount spent on this extravaganza.
Bit of that getting around.
Best response to that one –
I’m informed my daughter is in London for inter alia rugby and the World Dart Championships. If you see her, tell her to behave. Thanks, and Happy New Year.
If you see her, tell her to behave.
[ Peers out of window. Squints. Rummages for binoculars. ]
Evidently, she was in Twickenham to watch the “Quins.” Today and tomorrow are darts. She’s will be spectating in costume, because that’s what’s done allegedly.
It’s strange, to say the least, to see so-called educators, self-styled champions of “social justice,” functioning more as saboteurs. In that, if you were spiteful and wanted to undermine the practical life chances of black students, and leave them resentful, unskilled and racially fixated, and heavily in debt, it’s hard to see what you’d do differently.
‘Related’…
https://pjmedia.com/instapundit/284682/
‘Related’…
Something tells me this quote here is going to be relevant for quite some time.
‘Related’…
From the Linkedin of Miss Mohamed (who is shamelessly uncovered in the manner of the white wimmens):
It seems to me that Miss Mohamed is a bit conflicted as it appears, with the exception of the idiocy of bicycles in Boise (average temperature 31F), that she is trying to have the “refugees” assimilate some of that good old US “whiteness”.
Assimilation of Whiteness
Oh lord, the Australians are coming. Hide your valuables.
Here’s a tip- leave them underneath the soap.
Best wishes for the New Year, everybody.
Off Topic: I’m now reliably informed that if you muff booking tickets to the Tower of London, you get free admission to some sort of wax museum which contains an horrific likeness of Angela Merkel (Right).
David, which ministry is in charge of these things?
This being something of a substitute for FE, a guy I just discovered this year…JP Sears…anyone, anyone?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8utmmWoBSBY
Time for wine, I think.
And in fashion news.
And in fashion news.
Screw the wine, that calls for straight Everclear, or shoe polish strained through three day old bread.
And in fashion news.
Good gawd, it’s the 4Chan “SuperNi@@a” meme made real.
Happy 2018!
I had a bad 2016–I discovered I’m not good at being an orphan—and then I got real sick in 2017, so I figure 2018 has nowhere to go but up. I hope it goes, or stays, up for everyone else.
Fun with Farnsworth: Roy Price’s site explains the global warming puzzle very well.
Roy Price’s site…
Roy Spencer, University of Alabama, Huntsville, Huntsville being where US spaceflight was invented.
Evidently, she was in Twickenham…
Fun fact – Huntsville was originally named Twickenham.
I’m assuming it was a magical stick.
immigrants and students of color will ‘begin to see how society works’ and learn to emulate those ‘whose behavior is acceptable and rewarded.
And what, pray tell, is wrong with that?
I’m assuming it was a magical stick.
I’m assuming he’s not familiar with Timothy Treadwell. Though I suppose I could be wrong. Either way, remind me not to go safariing with that guy. You know, next time I ask.
remind me not to go safariing with that guy. You know, next time I ask.
Variation on a theme.
Happy 2018, Brits! 🍸🥂
The dancing will commence!
http://maggiesfarm.anotherdotcom.com/archives/31030-Old-Movie-Stars-Dance-to-Uptown-Funk.html