Alone With His Patriarchy
Via Farnsworth M Muldoon, a tale of feminist romance:
A discussion ensues. The teller of said tale, Ms Kelly Jo-Bluen, describes her interests as “feminism, international justice,” and “coloniality.” “White supremacist capitalist heteropatriarchy” is, we’re told, “the problem.”
Consider this an open thread, in which to share links and bicker.
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?
In the thread that follows, there is some doubt as to the veracity of the story. And so, I suppose you have to wonder which is worse. Being a feminist who thinks that the reaction described is edifying, something to crow about; or being a feminist who lies, repeatedly and in public, in the hope of showing just how awesome feminists are.
I’m filing this in the ‘It Never Happened’ drawer…
I’m filing this in the ‘It Never Happened’ drawer…
So, we’re leaning towards “Feminist who lies about imaginary dates to establish her feminist credibility”…?
She sounds a catch.
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 much BS.
If he exists, he’s one lucky guy!
So, we’re leaning towards “Feminist who lies about imaginary dates to establish her feminist credibility”…?
Yes. 🙂
Better to sneak out under the pretext of using the bathroom and thus sticking them with the bill. Proud courageous emancipated women get to play by the rules they keep demanding, sounds about fair.
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…?
Proud courageous emancipated women get to play by the rules they keep demanding, sounds about fair.
Previously on Feminist Dating For Beginners…
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.
Consider that a closed mind,
…there is some doubt as to the veracity of the story.
I was going to add: ” And the whole restaurant stood and clapped.”
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.”
Like passing a kidney stone, but not as relaxing, though with the right medications, the stone can at least be tolerated.
Cultural appropriation continues…
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.”
My first thought would be, “Crap. I must’ve died and gone to hell.”
Meanwhile, Diversity Remains Our Strength.
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.
He cares, you see.
Mr Jones is now claiming it was a joke, but if so, I think it’s a telling one.
The best comment in the thread is “Shut up and make me a sammich.”
The takeaway from such an incident:
Never stick your dick into crazy.
And please be assured that “crazy” is an accurate description of Social Justice Whores everywhere.
Heh.
Someone tell Darleen.
Mr Jones is now claiming it was a joke, but if so, I think it’s a telling one.
From the comments I surmise that this is in regard to some of the company moving to Singapore? Like they couldn’t take the whole thing there if so threatened?
https://youtu.be/IvVuNkE-LMw
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”!
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”!
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. The merest equivocation, even silence, seems to shake the wheels off. The disparaging was almost reflexive, often incongruous, not at all knowledgeable, and 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.
It’s an odd thing to watch.
Meanwhile in the “Everything is Racist” category, a Chinese model apologizes for an ad.
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.
because of trying to use chopsticks on Italian food
The Other Half can eat bacon and fried eggs with chopsticks.
Just sayin’.
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.
Palate cleanser.
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.
Someone tell Darleen.
I need to get both now. 🙂
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.
Regarding the “hating Trump is required” sub-thread, I often go out subtly of my way to steer conversations gently to where I can state how grand it is that Trump’s been elected, both for the USA and for the world, especially the poorest.
The indignation that pops up is marvellous and comical to behold. Especially among the educated classes. I don’t give a **** because I’m 67, white, male and a “Masterless Man”. They can’t get me fired from anything. it is lovely to behold their ire.
Palate cleanser.
I found myself smiling.
This one is baffling…
Not the bacon and eggs, that would be a piece of cake to eat with chopsticks, I meant the whole thing about the ad raising a ruckus given what the Chinese already eat with the things.
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.
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.
It seems, looking back through history, that this ‘capitalist heteropatriarchy’ (the ‘white supremacist’ is just vaporous nonsense & can & should be ignored) is the reason an ambitious mediocrity like Kelly-Jo Bluen can peddle her nonsensical notions on the internet.
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.
It’s true, I have very few friends remaining.
Well, that’s sort of my point. It wouldn’t generally occur to me to shoehorn politics into an otherwise routine exchange, or to presume the emphatic political agreement of people I barely know. It seems… rude.
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.
It wouldn’t generally occur to me to shoehorn politics into an otherwise routine exchange, or to presume the emphatic political agreement of people I barely know. It seems… rude.
Churchill again – “A fanatic is one who can’t change his mind and won’t change the subject.”
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.
At Christmastime, we spent an afternoon with some of my Lovely Bride’s cousins, which included a number of proud Red Hat Gentlemen*. It was striking, and a bit unsettling, to get the political non-sequiturs from a perspective that is almost completely lacking in my quotidian urban life.
At one point, my devotion to the cause came into question with a provocative “Wassamatta?” My only reply was, “While I agree with you wholeheartedly about Hillary’s character, as well as your assertion that any of us would be in prison had we committed even half the crimes she has, I’m left wondering how this is relevant to the birth of our Lord and Savior, or to celebrating time spent with family we don’t often see.”
Okay, so I might be paraphrasing. Still, it was a fairly odd sensation.
* When I am an old man I shall wear
Sweatshirts for schools I never attended,
With a red hat that says MAGA, and was made in China,
And I shall spend my pension
on cheap whiskey and pay-per-view,
And Keen hiking shoes,
and say we’ve no money for an unlimited data plan.
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.
Alone with his patriarchy
Not a euphemism.
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.
Churchill again – “A fanatic is one who can’t change his mind and won’t change the subject.”
Who Knew ? I didn’t know vegans were a thing back in Churchill’s times.
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.
…catastrophic dating experiences.
But women don’t poop or so I’ve been told. Should I be checking the ground below the bathroom window?
I’d be staggered if she didn’t just make it up.
catastrophic dating experiences
“After our meal, we repaired back to my house for a bottle of wine and a scientology documentary.”
Catastrophic all right.