Clown Quarter Contagion
In the comments, Farnsworth M Muldoon steers us to this unhappy development:
Male, pale and stale university professors are to be given “reverse mentors” to teach them about unconscious bias, under a new Government funded scheme. Under the project, white men in senior academic posts will be assigned a junior female colleague from an ethnic minority as a mentor… Prof Jon Rowe, who is overseeing the project at Birmingham University, said he hoped the scheme will allow eminent professors to confront their own biases and leave them “feeling quite uncomfortable.”
Professor Rowe admits that no evidence of “overt prejudice” against women and minorities has been found, but he nonetheless hopes to inflict discomfort on those deemed sufficiently pale. As if, in itself, this would be some kind of triumph. “We are mindful that previous attempts at addressing such imbalances have not been successful,” says the professor. And so, rather than revisiting his own egalitarian assumptions regarding the distribution of interest, aptitude and talent, he and his team will be searching for witches and racial ectoplasm.
It’s not unreasonable to suppose that the role of “reverse mentor” will attract people already sympathetic to the hokum being peddled, and intrigued by the personal leverage it affords, and who may feel an ideological obligation to unearth some damning but invisible sin, fairly or otherwise, if only to validate their own conceits. Which is to say, the so-called mentors – who’ve agreed to participate in a project that by definition assumes white guilt regardless of evidence or lack thereof – seem more likely to be racially bigoted than any random member of staff.
The speed with which patent woo can propagate among the supposedly intelligent is quite remarkable. The pseudoscience of “unconscious bias” testing and correction has been repeatedly exposed as both laughable and pernicious – a kind of diversity Scientology – and yet it spreads, thanks to ideological modishness and taxpayer funding. And when minority students reject the excuses and woo being peddled ostensibly for their benefit, they may find themselves denounced by their self-appointed saviours.
What’s objectionable, among so much else, is the conceit that these clowns, with their weird racial fixations, and other clowns just like them, have any business at all probing the unconscious of staff based on their race and sex, their maleness and paleness, in order to find bigotry that they assume must exist solely because of their skin colour.
It seems to me that when you’re reduced to hunting for “unconscious bias,” as supposedly confirmed by a person’s preferred charity or the random positioning of a chair, then you’ve crossed a line into something approaching hysteria. And a license for malice.
And yet we appear to have arrived at a point where people are expected to simply accept this kind of insulting presumption and intrusion, with an understanding that one mustn’t question the competence and motives of the clowns doing the ectoplasmic probing.
[ Expanded via the comments. ]
I dare say that I have fed myself rather good meals for much less than $50 a person. I live in the Dallas, TX, portion of the USA.
I can get a 2lb roasted chicken from Kroger’s for $6.99.
Kroger Roasted Redskin Potatoes with Sea Salt & Cracked Black Pepper 20 oz for $1.99.
Dole Ultimate Family Size Caesar Salad Kit 15oz for $4.99
Maine Blueberry Cheesecake Ice Cream 48oz for $4.99
The wine will probably add most of the cost. I’m more of a beer drinker than a wine drinker. Even so, I can get 750ml of a blend for ~$10 to ~$20.
The above is really 2 meals worth of food. Total cost is ~$29 to ~$39. Divide by 2 and you get $15 to $20. (If you’re a beer drinker, the cost goes down a lot.)
Kroger’s isn’t Whole Foods or Central Market, but it certainly isn’t the cheapest place to buy groceries. (I didn’t even mention places such as H-Mart or 99 Ranch Market if you like Asian foodstuffs.)
I’d much prefer that Mr. Umair Haque stays the *bleep* out of the USA. That should align with his desires as well.
Tar. And. Feathers.
We should be grateful the loonies SJWs are attacking Hollywood castings on specious grounds. They are missing in the pocket of their best friend.
If Hollywood loses patience with this sort of histrionics, as it costs the companies money and the actors jobs, then the Left lose one of their best propaganda wings.
Academia will remain but no-one gives a shit about them anyway. The old media is dying, in part because of their refusal to see alternative points of view.
Farnsworth, R. Sherman, – that’s disappointing. I’d hoped there had been at least one department unaffected. Oh well.
I’d hoped there had been at least one department unaffected. Oh well.
Captain Nemo, I can personally attest that the infestation to include a School of Very Serious Studies has been going on since at least the mid 1970s. Someday I may share a droll tale of how someone (who shall remain nameless) was deemed guilty of disrupting classes of the mandatory SJW course of this School by not attending classes (except to take tests), so alas, none of this is a new phenomenon.
contentless, structureless, aimless, and corrective entertainment
So, like, Second Life?
A few helicopter rides and […]
See, you’re coming around.
Just using the turn of phrase. I still contend that trebuchets would be less expensive and more entertaining:-).
A few helicopter rides and […]
See, you’re coming around.
Just using the turn of phrase. I still contend that trebuchets would be less expensive and more entertaining:-).
Of course, the overarching problem with such an attempt at a solution is there will be the inevitable result.
Soo, for such a wonderful idea, you lead the jump into the back of the chopper—guillotine or helicopter, take yer pick—, and we’ll see where you end up.
Think of it as the socio
politicalpathic equivalent of feng shuiFixed
corrective entertainment
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*stolen*
– got my file, now where’s that serial number-
there will be the inevitable result
Dying of a heart attack after a long career as a millionaire dictator, president and elder statesman?
there will be the inevitable result
Dying of a heart attack after a long career as a millionaire dictator, president and elder statesman?
Erm?????
Robespierre and company got dumped in a mass grave the next day or so. More recently, Mussolini wound up hanging upside down, as I recall. And so forth . . . .
And of course there is the actuality, rather than some idealized fantasy . . .
—Oh, and if you’re going to complain that you had some other wishful outcome in mind, you’re going to have to be more specific than that.
The basic bottom line is still always going to be that axiom about leadership leading by example, where just like Robespierre, the only thing you can do is go through this yourself.
By all means, go climb into the helicopter you want to be thrown out or or guillotine platform you want to be laid down on. Go and show us all what the entire process is like for you, and then once through that do come back and let us know how it worked for you . . . . . . . . . .
Mebbe we can give you a cute nickname like Robesy Jr. . . . .