Alone With His Patriarchy

I think the guy should consider himself saved. One of the oft-repeated rules of those who contribute to this fascinating blog is “Don’t stick your dick into crazy”. As to Ms Bluen, why are you eavesdropping on other peoples’ conversations? Nothing better to do with your life?

I’m filing this in the ‘It Never Happened’ drawer…

I’m now trying to imagine what it would be like to be on a date with someone who prattles about “coloniality” and “white supremacist capitalist heteropatriarchy.”
I mean, how long would you have to stay before asking for the bill, and a cab, for one?

So, we’re leaning towards “Feminist who lies about imaginary dates to establish her feminist credibility”…?
Yes. 🙂

Kelly-Jo Bluen (“Feminist, PhD candidate, editor Millenium journal”) is completely unknown to me. She may be well known, but what is so alarming is the 234,000 likes this resentful drivel managed to attract. And the replies… So many girls saying “I do the same. There’s no debate to be had. Men are either allies or they’re out”
Sargon’s video about the SJWs’ most recent day of hate showed up some of the many tweets showering invective and inciting violence against some kid (who made the mistake of being male, wearing a MAGA hat and looking smug on camera).
The toxic tweets all had 20K likes, and I thought “is this representative?”. I mean I guess Twitter is where crazy, brainless GroupThink lives, but 234,000…?

I was just on a date and got asked what I think of the political situation down south. I said I think its great! She started accusing me of being a racist, misogynist and part of the patriarchy and a against feminism and threatened to leave. I told her the date was done and she became wide eyed and said “You’re just going to let me go?” I said yep I don’t care one iota if you walk out the door and you can go anytime.

…there is some doubt as to the veracity of the story.
I was going to add: ” And the whole restaurant stood and clapped.”

Cultural appropriation continues…

Meanwhile, Diversity Remains Our Strength.

On a day created to honor the man who spoke about not judging others by the color of their skin but rather by the content of their character, Rep. Perry Buck, R-Windsor, was denied the opportunity to introduce and sponsor her own resolution honoring the late Martin Luther King, Jr. because she is white.

I sure hope there is at least one Polynesian in the Colorado House and Senate in case it ever becomes time to honor King Kamehmeha.

The best comment in the thread is “Shut up and make me a sammich.”

Heh.
Someone tell Darleen.

I wouldn’t be so hasty to file in “that never happened.” I’ve had a girl walk out on me in a date because I said the words “Trump isn’t that bad”. Not even “I like Trump”!

Meanwhile in the “Everything is Racist” category, a Chinese model apologizes for an ad.

Zuo Ye said on her Weibo microblog that as a recent college graduate, she hadn’t had time to consider the effect of the ads, in which she was filmed trying to eat pizza, spaghetti and a giant version of a cannoli pastry using chopsticks…Many Chinese social media users called the advertisements racist and based on outdated stereotypes.

What is not clear is whether she was “racist” against Italians by making fun of their food, or against Chinese (which would be weird) because of trying to use chopsticks on Italian food – though again it makes no sense with the spaghetti, seeing as how the Chinese eat noodles with chopsticks.
The take home lessons are:
1. Looks like he Chinese are hopping on the SJW bandwagon (possibly because of their “social credit” crap);
2. SJWs have no dense of humor at all.

If it’s true he is lucky as can be that he caught the situation early and got a chance to bail out intact. No one needs that type of crazy in their life.

The Other Half can eat bacon and fried eggs with chopsticks.
This one is baffling, noodles we have addressed. I went out with a lady whose parents immigrated from China, who would eat egg rolls with chopsticks, and tried to show me how to roll up the Peking Duck in their pancakes like a Chinese burrito using just chopsticks and then eat them with chopsticks, so the cannoli isn’t much of a reach either.
Maybe the Chinese are just trying their hand at cultural appropriation of the west by taking up the sport of recreational outrage.

This one is baffling,
I’m not saying it’s a skill we should all strive towards, you understand. I’m just saying it can be done. If not by me.

Palate cleanser.
I found myself smiling.

The indignation that pops up is marvellous and comical to behold.
I can imagine. Though if you’re not in the mood for a discussion about politics, especially one where you’ll be swimming upstream, as it were, the incongruous Trump-bashing can be a little bizarre. I mean, when you’re in a small group of people discussing road resurfacing or bin collections, or something equally humdrum, and then someone randomly blurts out, with an air of expectation, how terrible they think Trump is, it’s a tad surreal. And when you don’t immediately agree, and return instead to the subject at hand, they look mildly annoyed that you aren’t playing the same game.

I mean, when you’re in a small group of people discussing road resurfacing or bin collections, or something equally humdrum, and then someone randomly blurts out, with an air of expectation, how terrible they think Trump is, it’s a tad surreal.
“If I may ask — do you hate Trump because of his policies, or because of what he represents, or because he lives rent-free in your head and makes so much noise in there that you feel compelled to blurt his name into an unrelated conversation?”
It’s true, I have very few friends remaining.

I have noticed people ostentatiously disparaging Trump as a sort of social bonding exercise, randomly blurting out some comment, unrelated to anything at hand – and then being utterly non-plussed when I didn’t enthusiastically join in.
Thus far, five out of five of my lecturers this semester have drifted off-topic to disparage Trump. It took them less than 3 weeks.

Thus far, five out of five of my lecturers this semester have drifted off-topic to disparage Trump. It took them less than 3 weeks.
You can imagine my surprise.
It may be just my experience, but I’ve also noticed that the incongruous political blurting, the presumption, generally, almost always, comes from people on the left. And the further left, the more likely it seems to be. Again, the presumed agreement is faintly insulting.

So, this happened to me two days after the presidential election in 2016. I was on a Tinder date (2nd date) in a restaurant, and the woman was talking about the shock and sorrow of everyone in her circle. I had seen the same thing in my office and I expressed sympathy, but I didn’t express my personal feelings because I was pleased with the outcome. She eventually put it together and asked if I’d voted for Trump. I confirmed that I had. She then stood, raised her fist and announced to the entire restaurant that “Anyone who voted for Trump is my enemy!” Surprisingly, she then sat back down. The whole place was looking at me, so it was easy to make eye contact with our waitress. I smiled and asked for the check.

I smiled and asked for the check.
I’ve been saying for some time that there ought to be a book about catastrophic dating experiences.

David,
Mr Jones is now claiming it was a joke, but if so, I think it’s a telling one.
The use of the “royal we” by smug leftists is always darkly humorous.

I’d be staggered if she didn’t just make it up.

Mr Jones is now claiming it was a joke…
It is what the leftists always say, the Morrissey clown who tweeted that the Covington kids should be put into a wood chipper later claimed he was just being “satirical”, however…

Morrissey said he deleted the tweet as soon after noticing negative reactions to it online.

…he then blocked his account.
It is always the same with these clods – say something vile or profoundly stupid, get called on it, say they were joking, run away and hide. A normal person would learn not to be a total asshat, or at least own what he said.
Catastrophic all right.
Maybe not, the Leah Remini expose of the Scientologists was interesting and pretty good (unless one is a Scientologist, poor sap).

Besides, I thought they’d be too busy reverse engineering everything made in the west and cranking out phones for Apple to be worrying about such trivialities.
My guess is it’s about saving “face”, after interpreting the ad as making Chinese customs appear maladaptive. It’s not as if racism towards non-Chinese doesn’t fly around fast and freely among the Chinese.
I mean, when you’re in a small group of people discussing road resurfacing or bin collections, or something equally humdrum, and then someone randomly blurts out, with an air of expectation, how terrible they think Trump is, it’s a tad surreal.
One of the reasons why I walked away from my one and only white collar career. It was at a great company, and those I worked with weren’t bad people overall, but when it came to politics, and to applying critical thinking to anything that had been politicized, it was too often like being surrounded by a troop of irate trained monkeys.

…the Leah Remini expose of the Scientologists was interesting and pretty good
The wife watched that. Meh. Seems the whole sham is crashing down what with the internet being a thing now. Ms Remini’s rack, however, was interesting enough to keep me watching the parade of clueless saps insisting they were not clueless saps. 3 stars.
=)

Ms Remini’s rack, however, was interesting enough to keep me watching…
True, that was an attraction not to be missed, but I read this book when I was a kid and have been fascinated by charlatans, flummery, and quackery since.
It is a good book, though written in 1957, it is still relevant – maybe more so.

Americans love to be embarrassed by America when overseas. Now Trump allows Americans to be embarrassed by America without having to go abroad, which, as some of you may not know, is full of foreigners.

Americans love to be embarrassed by America when overseas.
Americans embarrassed by being American at home or abroad are what we Normalo-Americans call AINO (Americans In Name Only), Geo-Americans, “Americans”, commie bastards, or democrats.

“If I may ask — do you hate Trump because of his policies, or because of what he represents, or because he lives rent-free in your head and makes so much noise in there that you feel compelled to blurt his name into an unrelated conversation?”
It’s true, I have very few friends remaining.
I live in NYC where Dems outnumber Reps 7-to-1, yet there are only a couple people who will address me on the subject of politics or Trump. OTOH, I know plenty who didn’t vote for Trump, and we remain friends because politics isn’t the reason for our friendship. Admittedly, this is atypical in the USA today.
More likely, for most people here (and elsewhere, from what I’ve observed), Trump lives rent-free in their heads, and they do feel compelled to mention him in almost any conversation. My reaction to them I will now be calling the Covington Catholic smirk, as my usual reaction is bemusement.

I’ve been saying for some time that there ought to be a book about catastrophic dating experiences.
Tolstoy expressed the sentiment in another regard. Though, the dating experiences would have a sublime, unique humor associated, lacking in the family situation which tends toward misery.
“All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”
―Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

The Guardian weighs in on the Covington kids
I understand it’s a lot easier to sue for libel in the UK. It would be nice to see the Grauniad socked with a hefty judgement.

. . . gone about bearing the logos of mass murderers – Che, Stalin, Mao – for generations.
There are solutions. One can join in—and then see who notices.

I understand it’s a lot easier to sue for libel in the UK.
So I tweeted the Guardian libel to Robert Barnes, the attorney that gave media and celebs until Friday to correct the record or be sued come next week.

the backlash to being told they can’t screech about Trump, “the Church” or the trans issue du jour has resulted in some truly epic meltdowns.
Again, it’s the rudeness of the blurters and screechers, the casual taking of liberties. I.e., the presumption that (a) you’ll agree, or at least be cowed, or (b) not mind being cornered and obliged to argue the issue, thus derailing an otherwise pleasant and friendly gathering. There’s a sort of social tone-deafness.

It may be just my experience, but I’ve also noticed that the incongruous political blurting, the presumption, generally, almost always, comes from people on the left.
In the UK and Europe I’ve found it’s less of a left/right thing than a sneering middle class/everyone else thing. My lecturers aren’t particularly left-wing, but they are middle class and seemingly keen to demonstrate how sophisticated they are on subjects outside their particular expertise. There are a couple of exceptions, who taught me last semester: one is an Indian chap who detests communists and watches Jordan Peterson videos.

My lecturers aren’t particularly left-wing, but they are middle class and seemingly keen to demonstrate how sophisticated they are on subjects outside their particular expertise… It’s just more of an annoying tic than an obsession.
That was my take in a couple of the incidents I was thinking of:

in several cases I don’t even think it was necessarily sincere. I got the impression that it was something the people concerned felt they ought to say, presumably to fit in, or to signal status.

The lack of factual detail, or any discernible reason for raising the subject, was what made it bizarre. It wasn’t obvious why it was happening or how to respond. My guess is that the seemingly random Trump-bashing was an attempt at social positioning or bonding, albeit ham-fisted and misjudged. It occurs to me, belatedly, that because one of the blurters knows I’m gay, he may have assumed that disliking Trump somehow follows from that.
Which, on reflection, is also faintly insulting.

Sometimes you just have to keep quiet because it’s neither the time or the place to have the half hour, more or less hostile, conversation
Well, that’s the thing. Despite what I’m doing here, now, with you lot, I don’t generally start political conversations, in person, with people I don’t know well. It seems impolite, an imposition. Happily, I’m not so insecure that I need to make strangers think I’m more virtuous or sophisticated than I actually am, which probably helps.

This is surprisingly good.
It is:

You know the left has really changed in this country when you find its denizens glorifying America’s role in the Vietnam War and lionizing the social attitudes of the corporate monolith Procter & Gamble.

That.
And:
That’s also true of Brexit in the UK. If you appear capable of stringing three coherent words together (OK, I don’t always manage that) then some people assume that you aren’t stupid enough to have voted Leave. The fact that their fervent belief in Remain is based on their almost total ignorance about either the EU or sensible peoples reasons for voting Leave is particularly galling.
That, too. I’ve found that the enthusiasm for the EU among the bien pensant middle classes is usually rooted in some vague notion of internationalism that is automatically A Good Thing, when really they have a very vague grasp of the basic EU functions. I find that I can derail most attempts to get me to join in with their blethering by asking a couple of questions such as “Who currently holds the presidency of the Council of the European Union?” and/or “For what does article 42 of the Treaty of Lisbon provide?”. To date, not one EU-phile has answered successfully, and most steer away from the subject thereafter. I was harangued once after using this stratagem by a former lawyer colleague who was quite drunk and belligerent. “But that’s not important!”, to which my response was “If you don’t know what ‘it’ involves, then you aren’t best placed to offer an opinion as to its significance”. That shut her up, and she played nice afterwards.

Happily, I’m not so insecure that I need to make strangers think I’m more virtuous or sophisticated than I actually am, which probably helps.
That.

“keen to demonstrate how sophisticated they are on subjects outside their particular expertise”
This phenomenon seems to have become more popular with the increased availability of the internet, where you can you can pretend you already knew something by quickly looking it up. And where you can find all kinds of “proof/backup/evidence” for the craziest and most offensive notions.

I see the savages in the colonies have ruined another word, inverting its bloody meaning.
Which goes double for why I have such a hard time remembering wtf it means. No offense but I’ve always found that to be quite a stupid word. Damn near Orwellian in its composition. It’s like double-plus-ungood. Though either way we savages deservedly stand guilty as charged.

No offense but I’ve always found that to be quite a stupid word.
If someone says aloo-min-um, I’m going to start throwing chairs.

Socialist students bewildered by economics.

Well, to be fair to the socialist students, I think most economists are bewildered by economics for the very same reasons.

…who thinks that and a bottle of wine is a good play for date night? Alvy Singer, and who else?
I’m glad you have chosen to be the arbiter of all things dating, but for all you know the lady in question wanted badly to watch it and was giddy as a school girl when she found out the guy had recorded it, and it was her idea for the date.
Lighten up, Francis.

This is surprisingly good.
It is OK to a point, having read the whole thing, Miss Flanagan can’t help but to do that which she derides.

…and whose beliefs on a variety of social issues make Mike Pence look like Ram Dass.

White Hair Man Bad. Yes, we must keep up the NPC leftist pretense that Pence is a neo-Puritan who wants to impose a Christian theocracy.
Then, utterly failing of introspection, she does precisely what she pretends to be appalled about.

There is a short video of a group that seems to be from the high school verbally harassing two young women as the women walk past it. In terms of the school itself, Covington Catholic High School apparently has a game-day tradition of students painting their skin black for “black-out days,” but any attempt by the school to cast this as innocent fun is undercut by a photograph of a white kid in black body paint leering at a black player on an opposing team.

To date, no one I have seen has actually identified the boys in the second video, and having seen it, it is unclear what they said, but the Covington kids “seem” to her to be guilty. In the second instance, in the photo the black player has his back to the “leering” kid so even if he was “leering” it probably had little effect, not that you can really tell what the kid’s facial expression was, but it must have been bad, because of the unidentified yobs in the second video.
It has been pointed out that the Covington kids dress/paint up as all sorts of things. There is no evidence whatsoever that the Covington kids, having dressed/painted in black previously, deliberately chose the black motif because of the opposing team (which, for all we know had as many white players as black) but to Miss Flanagan they are obviously at fault of something (probably racism), again, because of the second video.
The bottom line is Miss Flanagan’s article is not much more than a smokescreen and her own brand of virtue signal that she is “better” than those who instantly made a flawed Megillah out if the whole event.

Yeah. I was just joking. I agree about why we “lost”. Tho the corruption and idiocy of the South Vietnamese government deserves a good bit of credit as well. Either way, all wars are fought between the ears.