An Improper Solicitation
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All kinds of cultural appropriation going on with this costume.
All kinds of cultural appropriation going on with this costume.
I’m… not familiar with the kind of thing I’m seeing.
“I wanted to do something controversial”
Seems like a lot of excuse-making for getting a tummy tuck.
self-styled “activists” who are in their twenties and saddled with debt from choosing worthless Clown Quarter degrees, but still act like teenage girls
What kind of adult buys teen magazines?
The same kind that still references Harry Potter and Star Wars in political protests, that engages in theatrical fake screaming at inaugural announcements, that wears knitted vagina hats because that will somehow smash something-or-other.
In short, people who refuse to grow up and who have never been placed in circumstances that require them to.
Our national nightmare is over.
Borat, david.
I’m… not familiar with the kind of thing I’m seeing.
Always happy to oblige . . .
Our national nightmare is over.
Wow. That took guts. A lot of guts.
Ping!
In short, people who refuse to grow up and who have never been placed in circumstances that require them to.
Or as Teen Vogue’s editor Elaine Welteroth put it, her readers are “woke” and “would all consider themselves activists.”
It’s telling that a venture hailed by the Guardian as “serious journalism” and a “voice for the Resistance,” and described as “lucrative,” should prove to be so commercially disastrous, with its print edition folding less than two months later, and should also be so illustrative of glib obliviousness and psychological dysfunction. From an eye-widening ignorance of Twentieth Century history to triumphantly sexualising nine-year-old children.
Ping!
May you be spared the faff and drama of trying to retrieve an escaped hamster from the back of a cupboard underneath the sink, where, coincidentally, there is a large bag of hamster food.
It’s telling that a venture hailed by the Guardian as “serious journalism” and a “voice for the Resistance,” and described as “lucrative,” should prove to be so commercially disastrous, with its print edition folding less than two months later
LOL. The Grauniad always picks winners. 😀
The Grauniad always picks winners. 😀
I’m still reeling from the shocking, totally unanticipated closure of the Guardian’s own high-tech “data-driven” Shoreditch coffee shop, which opened without wi-fi. If only they could have sold those 30,000 coffees a day.
Our national nightmare is over.
The World Series ended Sunday night, R. Sherman.
And our topic for today…
I’m surprised you don’t use twitter.
I’m surprised you don’t use twitter.
Aside from the disagreeable politics of the platform’s management, and the selective censoriousness, the format just doesn’t suit what I want to do. I can be a bit of a gasbag, so 280 characters doesn’t cut it. If you’ve got a blog with a decent commentariat, where discussions can run for hundreds of comments, often of some length, with endless tangents and annotations, Twitter just seems… inadequate. Also, if I had a Twitter account, I’d end up being obliged either to ignore replies or to repeat in truncated form exchanges that we’re already having here, which would be tedious and impractical, and all but impossible to keep track of.
” Here you are young (young!) fella me lad, don’t spend it all on booze….”
(throws some old French Francs, Deutschmarks and Spanish Pesetas in hat..)
throws some old French Francs, Deutschmarks and Spanish Pesetas in hat…
And, I see, a glass eye. Is that a tooth? It’s still warm.
May you know the simple pleasure of feeding a pair of badgers from an upstairs window, much to the bewilderment of a neighbour, for whom it appears you’re throwing leftovers into the garden under cover of darkness and quietly chuckling.
Not entirely unrelated, the woke world of Teen Vogue:
Well, I’m shocked. Who’d have thought printing masochistic self-abasement in place of fashion tips in an ostensible fashion magazine would lead to a decline in sales?
Because you’re worth it.
No ads! Tip jar hit. 🙂
Tip jar hit. 🙂
Because you’re worth it.
I know, I really am. And thanks to you both. May your secret vice of an occasional Pot Noodle be upgraded to a secret vice of an occasional Nong Shim Shin Cup, which is much classier and way more flavoursome.
I’ve got a vice for the Ko Lee Hot and Spicy that you find in shops of disrepute. Because I am worth it.
So I bought a box of Nong Shim. I shall see how the image on the packaging compares to the reality.
So I bought a box of Nong Shim. I shall see how the image on the packaging compares to the reality.
That’s the spirit. Once they’ve seethed for a couple of minutes, they’re actually quite good, for a zero-effort feeding. I’ve just noticed that on Amazon, beneath the photo of these instant noodles, it says, “gift-wrap available.”
Which for some reason made me laugh.
Which for some reason made me laugh
At least you know now what you’re getting for Chriiiiiiistmas
Once they’ve seethed for a couple of minutes, they’re actually quite good, for a zero-effort feeding.
If you like that sort of thing, give these a go. You can adjust the spiciness by how much bibimbap sauce you add, plus they come with spoons…
plus they come with spoons…
If that’s not a clincher, I don’t know what is.
plus they come with spoons…
Too posh for me. I’m out.
Fucking hell I’ve only gone and ordered some of those as well.
Does anyone have and uncle who has 120 million dollars trapped in a Nigerioan bank account?
Fucking hell I’ve only gone and ordered some of those as well.
Not to worry, you’ll thank me.
Contribution towards another kitchen flame-thrower or some other culinary dust magnet added.
(Goes back to flipping beer mats. Up to 10 at a time now.)
Not to worry, you’ll thank me.
Alas, it appears they don’t ship to the U.S. Too bad, really. I like Korean food, cultural appropriation be damned.
Coincidentally, guess what was just delivered.
You wish you had my glamorous life.
Alas, it appears they don’t ship to the U.S.
Not to worry, Amazon US&A has them.
Not to worry, you’ll thank me
I’m still hoping that you own an airline that can fly me to Nigerioa.
Is it just me, or does predictive text get worse every update?
I’m hoping this develops into some kind of Amazon shopping frenzy.
Contribution towards another kitchen flame-thrower or some other culinary dust magnet added.
Bless you. May you never misjudge the amount of “flavour sachet” to add to your Nong Shim Shin Cup, resulting in numb lips, loss of voice and temporary disorientation.
resulting in numb lips, loss of voice and temporary disorientation
fnarr
I’m still hoping that you own an airline that can fly me to Nigerioa.
The truth is I am a Nigerian Prince, and I have $25,000,000 in a Swiss account I would like to share with you. I just need some information about your bank account.
resulting in numb lips, loss of voice and temporary disorientation.
Not to mention the complete inability to successfully flip and catch even one beer mat.
(The horror. The horror.)
fnarr
It’s a quick and tasty meal, and a viable chemical weapon.
The truth is I am a Nigerian Prince, and I have $25,000,000 in a Swiss account I would like to share with you. I just need some information about your bank account.
Seems legit. Have my deets.
Farnsworth, I spoke too soon and discovered the U.S. link.
As long as we’re on the subject, I find a couple of pounds of skinless chicken thighs or a good pork tenderloin with Korean BBQ sauce allowed to brood in a slow cooker really spanks it. Shred and serve on tortillas, Naan or pita with a spicy slaw and you’ll have hair on your saddle horn in no time.
It’s a quick and tasty meal, and a viable chemical weapon.
I was going to try one but I’m not sure now…
I was going to try one but I’m not sure now…
It occurs to me I could hand them out to trick-or-treaters instead of the jelly snakes I bought yesterday, and which now look too good to waste on children. “Don’t worry, kids. The hallucinations will pass.”
This is probably better left for Friday’s Ephemera, but that’s an awfully long way away.
Leftist Douchery Roundup
From Darleen’s blog
At the milestone of comment 100, I give you the Ultimate Everyday Feminism Headline:
https://everydayfeminism.com/2018/10/6-tips-for-making-your-conversations-about-reproductive-rights-more-trans-inclusive/