The Bedlamite Shag
My friend Bear identifies as someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder (often erroneously referred to as multiple personality disorder) which is integral to how and why they practice polyamory. They say, “I don’t have any illusion one person could meet all my personalities’ needs. We are very different. Different tastes, different hobbies, different things which make us happy.”
As I’ve said before, readers may wish to ponder why a publication aimed at fierce, empowered feminists – would-be remakers of the world – should presume that much of its readership has quite serious mental health issues.
Update:
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Tim has some thoughts.
My friend Bear
Let me stop you right there.
As I think we’ve established over the years, Everyday Feminism is not so much a journal for fiercely empowered ladies, but a pit of self-absorption for unhinged women who eat tissues.
Everyday Feminism’s former managing editor, Melissa Fabello.
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A clue, perhaps.
Here’s Annah Anti-Palindrome, an Everyday Feminism contributor who imagined that The Great Patriarchal Hegemon™ – the one that lives in her mind – would be both threatened and enraged by a combination of poor hygiene and pretentious hair.
And here’s Celia Edell, a contributor who frets about whether women can be oppressed by bacon sandwiches, and who struggles with numbers, facts and expectations of competence.
We could do this all day. But I think it’s fair to say that these ladies, with their elaborate, rather convoluted concerns, may not be entirely representative of womanhood.
How to date mentally ill women.
https://everydayfeminism.com/2018/08/dating-mentally-ill-women/
How to date mentally ill women.
And note that these aren’t occasional topics; they’re a staple and amount to maybe 30% of the publication’s content.
One for me, indeed:
http://www.desertsun.co.uk/blog/8180/
One for me, indeed
I laughed out loud at the line, “Remember, polyamorists are perfectly normal.” Also, “A bloke can’t bring his wife along on a date. Imagine.”
I denounce myself.
How to date mentally ill women.
Don’t?
Although if Dad had followed that advice there wouldn’t be a me.
How to date mentally ill women.
To slightly mis-quote Benny Hill:
Q: ” What steps did you take when you discovered the woman you were dating was mentally ill?”
A: ” Bloody long ones.”
My friend Bear identifies as someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder (often erroneously referred to as multiple personality disorder) which is integral to how and why they practice polyamory.
“No single man could satisfy all her conflicting personalities” is perhaps not the most obvious way to signal someone’s desirability. Unless, of course, the nation’s menfolk are eagerly searching out their very own clinically unstable woman who insists on the pronoun they and whose psyche is so fragmented that at any given time she could turn up for a date believing herself to be someone else entirely.
I have seen it written that 20 percent of American women are on psychiatric drugs at any given time. Given that it might be safe to say that over half of American women have been on psychiatric drugs. Think about that, doctors have decided that over half of American women are crazy. Unfortunately, the women at everyday feminism are not the outliers, they are pretty much the norm of western women.
And here’s Celia Edell…
…and here is the authoress of today’s nonsense. My apologies in advance, and no she isn’t, unless she is a member of the Moro Islamic Liberation Front.
You will be surprised to note that that unfortunate photo came from an article about fat positivity
But I digress.
My friend Bear identifies as someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder…
Identifies as, meaning not really diagnosed, but wants to be or pretending to be ? Let me pull out my DSM V – ah, yes, Factitious Disorder, but as that generally refers to imagined physical disorders, there is something quite meta about an imagined psychiatric disorder.
Oh, who am I kidding, just another histrionic PD.
This is just the beginning of the conversations we need to have and resources we need to develop to make polyamory as much of a possibility for us as it is for non-disabled people.
Who’s “we,” Kemosabe? When did satisfying your particular kink(s) become the responsibility of the rest of us? From whence comes this right to require the rest of us to participate in your delusions?
“who struggles with … expectations of competence”
Yeah, there’s yer problem…
to make polyamory as much of a possibility for us as it is for non-disabled people.
The author of the article, Katie Tastrom, inform us that mental health problems “can… enhance polyamory in many unique ways.” Well, perhaps. But I’m not convinced that people with serious mental health issues should seek out polyamorous relationships, which by definition entail a much higher risk of feelings of anxiety, jealousy and abandonment. It doesn’t strike me as ideal for someone whose mental health is already a bit touch-and-go.
mental health issues
The linked item uses the term “neurotypical” instead of “sane” and “normal”. Because crazy people are not crazy, they are merely a minority—a minority cruelly oppressed by the neurotypical majority.
Just take up golf.
Everyday Feminism is not so much a journal for fiercely empowered ladies, but a pit of self-absorption for unhinged women who eat tissues.
I laughed (loudly) on the train. Now people are looking. 😀
Now people are looking.
No refunds. Credit note only.
whose psyche is so fragmented that at any given time she could turn up for a date believing herself to be someone else entirely.
How do you suppose they coordinate day to day activities? Perhaps a shared calendar? What if one of them is running late or stuck in traffic and its another one’s turn to start dinner?
How do you suppose they coordinate day to day activities? Perhaps a shared calendar?
– Or in a friend’s words, “I’m trying to find myself. If I show-up here before I return, would you please hold me here until I get back?”
Now people are looking.
I mean, it’s the first place to look if you want articles by “neuro-divergent” authors on the responsibility of witches to engage in radical politics, or on “resisting” Donald Trump by burning herbs, charging your crystals and pushing up against trees.
As disabled people, we are twice as likely to have been victims of sexual trauma.
I think she gets this part backwards.
I have found that people (women at least) with a history of sexual abuse very frequently substitute sex in place of emotional connection.
Here’s Annah Anti-Palindrome, an Everyday Feminism contributor who imagined that The Great Patriarchal Hegemon™ – the one that lives in her mind – would be both threatened and enraged by a combination of poor hygiene and pretentious hair.
Have just shown that one to my wife. She’s cackling.
She’s cackling.
Clearly, you chose well. I suspect that she may now, from time to time, remind you of your good fortune.
She does already. 🙂
She does already. 🙂
I find it’s the basis of any good partnership. Periodically reminding one’s other half that things could be much, much worse.
Re: Annah
I’m curious why so many “feminists” feel the need to wear a ring through their nose.
I’m curious why so many “feminists” feel the need to wear a ring through their nose.
I suspect that, like Ms Fabello, she’s making sure the rest of us know how terribly non-conformist she is.
I’m curious why so many “feminists” feel the need to wear a ring through their nose.
I was, and probably am still, convinced that it is to give somewhere for the fervently, if secretly, longed for alpha-male patriarchal oppressor to attach the (gold, of course, because that is the minimum they deserve!) leash?
Scold-o-mat, yes, I know. You probably need to replace the rubble bag.
I’m curious why anybody feels the need to wear a ring through their nose. Well, not curious enough to ask one of them…so maybe I’m not all that curious at all. I really wasn’t made for this world. I think that’s the real problem.
Rings and studs through the side of the nose are merely unhygienic.
But through the middle like that just make me want to go “oink”. My wife has trained me out of actually doing it out loud, fortunately.
Why, unless Surreptitious Evil is correct, would you choose a style strongly associated with livestock?
Why, unless Surreptitious Evil is correct, would you choose a style strongly associated with livestock?
Because he is correct. It’s just more “I hate you Daaaaad/Pay attention to meeee”. Just imagine a rebellious teenager trying to shock their parents by doing whatever they think will offend them and you’ve got it right.
In this case, it’s “I’m going to publicly sport jewelry associated with kinky sex because they’ve been telling me since puberty that sex is something to be cherished between a man and wife in private”.
I wonder who is dating these grotty mentalists. I’d rather wank into a sock for 50 years and die alone than be saddled with any of them.
They reject society because they are failures in it. And it was probably sour, anyway.
As for who’s dating them, it’s each other, of course; they reject Darwin, too.
I rather doubt those people have ever been around livestock and are thusly ignorant of the connection.
“I’d rather wank into a sock for 50 years and die alone ”
Stop appropriating my culture!
Is there any opportunities for commercial growth for the publishers of such tosh? I mean regurgitating the same rubbish can only go so far. Although the adulation heaped upon Serena Williams for her meltdown may get a few more days of articles denouncing Teh Patriarchy.
I have a love/hate relationship with the old posts and comment threads. “Hate” because I spend too much time re-reading them; “love” because I get to remember that Rachel Dolezal’s chosen Nigerian name is an anagram for, “Heck Milo, I dare anal.”
Good news everyone ! EF does not have a monopoly on delusional thinking, More Science! (not to be confused with Morse Science)
I temember Melissa. She looks between 35-45 and has this incongruous chirpy-cheerleader voice. Also her demeanor doesn’t go with what she’s saying. In Oliver Sacks’s “The Man Who Mistook His Wife For a Hat” Sacks tells of the people on the aphasic ward sitting around the TV laughing like hyenas. Sacks went in to see what was so funny. Then-U.S. President Ronald Reagan was giving a speech and the aphasics were a highly appreciative audience. “That man doesn’t believe a word he’s saying!” one patient explained to Sachs—believe it or not, in the 1980’s a politician not believing a word he said was still unusual enough to be humorous. When I watched Melissa I got a taste of how the aphasics experienced the world.
That said, Melissa may have the last laugh if people keep sending her $35/pop for “seminars.” I suggested David try the same scam, and even offered sample topics, but our host has yet to start printing money in this way. David, what’s the hold-up? (So to speak.)
MC, you would not die alone; you would have your trusty sock with you to the end!
Do we have any readers in hurricane zones? If so, when you get your power back let us know how you are!
As for who’s dating them, it’s each other, of course; they reject Darwin, too.
Actually, no. They don’t. And this is actually quite a problem for them, as was pointed to by an Instapundit-linked article a while back. The link, which is included with a brain-bleach warning, can be found here.
The upshot, for those wise enough to not read it, is that the “gender nonconforming” community (their term, not mine) has trouble getting dates, because (a) people outside said community dismiss them as hideous freaks, and (b) people within said community are undesirable.
Yes, it’s actually a complaint that they are self selecting themselves into nonexistence. Something must be done!
The blame, clearly, lies with those outside the weirdo-American community, of course. You know, the mentally stable, emotionally balanced types who waste time on things like hygiene and staying fit, rather than “celebrating” being 320 pounds overweight by dying their pubic hair, and writing political tracts blaming their self-loathing on capitalism, and the inherent racism of the system.
“Stop appropriating my culture!”
Champagne comedy!
mental health problems “can… enhance polyamory in many unique ways.
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Well, yeah. Mental health problems can enliven any number of activities in err…. interesting ways. Easily landing you on the fromt page of the Mail.
re. Serena Williams (that forename is looking a tad ironic nowadays) she must be feeling quite fulfilled now. Not only is she still the dominant player in womens tennis but now she can also claim the mantle of Holy Victimhood. ™ Nice work, if you can get it.
I think the ubiquity of facial piercings on young women is part of a sexual selection evolutionary arms race. Naturally beautiful women will always be attractive to men. Makeup levels the playing field, allowing less beautiful women to compete with the naturally beautiful ones. But facial ironmongery is ugly, so only really beautiful women can sport it and still be beautiful. It’s a self-handicap, like a peacock’s tail, that proves your evolutionary fitness, but it only works if everybody adopts it. Fortunately for really beautiful women, women are slaves to fashion. About ten years ago all young women had to wear hipster jeans, which suited skinny women but looked horrendous on curvy ones, but the curvy ones didn’t have the sense to defy fashion and wear clothes that suited them (high-waisted jeans are now fashionable, which look better on curvy women). Currently it’s nearly compulsory for young women to have facial piercings – straight-laced girls, vicars’ wives and the like, only have discreet little studs in the sides of their noses – so naturally beautiful women have the advantage again.