The Other Heartbeat Isn’t Yours
I am not interested in where a human life starts to exist.
In the video linked above, feminist “theorist” Sophie Lewis informs us that the foetus, a nascent human being, is “violent,” does violence to “gestators,” and that abortion is a corrective killing, an “unmaking,” a means of “going on strike against gestational work.” “We need to move away from… arguments around when human life begins,” says she.
So far as I can tell, and despite Ms Lewis’ theorising, mothers-to-be don’t generally feel a need to parse their pregnancy in terms of “abolishing the private nuclear household” and “global regimes of colonial and commodity exploitation.” Or indeed to champion abortion, via drugs or dismemberment, as a form of “anti-violence.” But that’s probably because – to borrow a phrase from Joan – they haven’t been tugging on the intersectional crack pipe.
Ms Lewis is the author of Full Surrogacy Now: Feminism Against Family. When not arguing for the destruction of the unborn, and the “abolition” of the family – which is to be replaced by comradeliness, apparently – she “participates in the Out Of The Woods anti-capitalist ecological writing collective.”
Update, via the comments:
In this laughably pretentious review of Ms Lewis’ laughably pretentious book, we learn that the author wishes us to embrace the disintegration of the family – our families, all families – “until they dissolve into a classless commune on the basis of the best available care for all.” As if the “best available care” would somehow be an obvious result of family disintegration, despite decades of real-world evidence to the contrary. Supposedly, we would learn to love the “plural womb,” “radical disinheritance,” and “a world beyond propertarian kinship and work alienation.” The children we have will no longer be ours, it seems, and this will apparently make us happy. It’s a “queer, communist, speculative future.” A narcissist’s experiment. And we are to be the guinea pigs.
Via Mr Muldoon. Somewhat related.
the family – which is to be replaced by comradeliness, apparently…
Yeah, good luck with that.
When I used to send you things you would always reply with ‘Heh.” Then you stopped,
Apologies if I haven’t replied. I get quite a lot of mail and things sometimes get overlooked.
Yeah, good luck with that.
It does seem a tad ludicrous. It reminded me of a Guardian column in which Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett pined for the supposedly romantic squalor of squatting – sorry, “communal living” – in which small children would be looked after collectively, by whichever unemployable acquaintance happened to be around. As I said at the time,
Ms Lewis’ fantasies – of “comradeliness” and non-specific parenting – would seem to invite the same problems, among others.
Ha ha, I thought to myself, what a silly Roddenberryesque notion.
In this laughably pretentious review of Ms Lewis’ laughably pretentious book, we learn that the author wishes us to embrace the disintegration of the family – our families, all families – “until they dissolve into a classless commune on the basis of the best available care for all.” As if the “best available care” would somehow be an obvious result of family disintegration, despite decades of real-world evidence to the contrary. Supposedly, we would learn to love the “plural womb,” “radical disinheritance,” and “a world beyond propertarian kinship and work alienation.” The children we have will no longer be ours, it seems, and this will apparently make us happy.
It’s a “queer, communist, speculative future.” And we are to be the guinea pigs.
That’s OK, David, I just wanted to make sure you were getting the stuff. If you are, all is bibble-ee-doo.
Incidentally, the author of the laughably pretentious review, Madeline Lane-McKinley, describes herself as living “collectively with her kid, partner, friends, cats and dogs.” She is, of course, a “lecturer at UCSC,” where, in the guise of teaching “writing,” she blunts young minds with “Utopian Studies and Marxist Theory.”
Nothing captures the power dynamic the left wishes to exist between the State and the public better than pregnancy, with the State as the endlessly nourishing mother and us as the helpless yet safe fetuses. That makes their delirious abortion fetish even more unsettling.
“I don’t know if you changed your e-mail or if you got them and Britain is laboring under a Heh shortage caused by global warming.”
I thought it was because, under the Berne Convention, David must pay Glenn Reynolds a royalty for each “heh”.
Indeed. And until normals learn that leftism is rampant, arbitrary, hostile force, it’ll continue to argue relative merits instead of simply outlawing it.
Instead, if we’re lucky we pass the occasional law cementing an original principle. It’s astoundingly weak.
I thought it was because, under the Berne Convention, David must pay Glenn Reynolds a royalty for each “heh”.
Well, yes, there’s that. And also the fact that my inbox is increasingly cluttered with messages from desperate newspapers imploring me to subscribe, and unsolicited and wildly irrelevant crap from at least a dozen PR companies. You’d think that people employed in public relations might consider the impression they give, of themselves, by sending wildly irrelevant crap to a presumably extensive list of people, about whom they clearly know nothing whatsoever.
I’ve started to take greater advantage of the opportunity to create multiple email accounts for different purposes. I’ve always had a separate one for blogging (well, several now thanks to a certain snowflake conservative who keeps banning me), one for job searches, and one for friends and such. I’ve now added one for my homeowner’s association responsibilities, one for any volunteer or charity work, one for health care stuff, one for financial stuff, one explicitly for restaurant loyalty programs and such, and one I call my “burner” for those things that require an email that I know I never will really care about. It makes wading through the spam a bit easier and depending on which email account, some don’t get any spam at all. Not only that but with the HOA stuff, it’s all in one place that I can deal with at one time without getting distracted by other BS.
…and now for something slightly different…
If so then join us for Undoing Whiteness Yoga ! This remarkable class is “taught” by a person of non-color, who evidently can understand “‘…how racism manifests itself internally, including defensiveness, perfectionism and the “white savior complex…'” not that she isn’t one herself, no sirree Bob.
I know you are wondering, “Muldoon, what is this yoga class all about ?”
There are also, “…readings from “Witnessing Whiteness,” a book meant to help white people deal with discomfort around race-based conversations…”, so you know you will be getting a real bargain.
In other news, Saturday Night Live turned me into a
newtlesbian.*(You knew that was coming…)
Undoing Whiteness Yoga
Maybe this is how people felt when Scientology first became a thing. Sort of, “Xenu? Really?”
my own interrogation of whiteness
Bound to a cheap steel chair in a bunker, under a single searing bulb and subject intermittently to streams of cold water and roundhouse wallops from her towering Bischness.
“Talk, you damn-ned Whiteness. The Resistance will fall without plans of your pressing, encircling eeville!”
Maybe my bisch needs an enigma machine. By now I do.
…taught” by a person of non-color…
I have just received a communique from the Director of Heuristics, Linguistics, Orthography, and Lexicology (DOHLOL) here at the Muldoon Institute and Plantations that “person of non-color” has been flagged as an NCT (non-cromulent term) as it does not make any account of what race the individual might identify as.
Hereinafter, “person of non-color” should be changed to “person of no color evident”, or PONCE, e.g., “This remarkable class is “taught” by a PONCE…”
That is all, carry on.
That is all, carry on.
We really need to get you a hobby.
We really need to get you a hobby.
Waiting on contractors for some remodeling estimates the last couple of days, already did the car PMCS and other fiddly chores, yes, I am bored…
Waiting on contractors for some remodeling estimates
Or you could invite the wife’s family to stay over for six weeks.
I believe this is called appealing to the fan base:
Apparently, Ms Lewis is “facing relentless… fascist abuse.”
also understand that using a colonized practice
Yoga is derived from the morning calisthenics performed by the occupying British army in the Raj.
It certainly is colonial and these people should stop performing it immediately.
^^She sounds like a fun date.
…gets dosed with acid…”
TBF, that might explain why her thinking (and I use the term loosely) seems merely to be random cerebral electrical activity.
“And also the fact that my inbox is increasingly cluttered with…unsolicited and wildly irrelevant crap from at least a dozen PR companies.”
Their target market is people who are foolish enough to respond.Since it costs virtually nothing to send a million emails, even a few hundred replies are profit–especially since they are probably selling low quality or even fraudulent products and services. Sigh.
David, my spam beats your spam. I get bombarded with boner pill ads and stuff about my prostate, and, as you know, my first name is unambiguously female.
…my first name is unambiguously female.
As we have learned from these august pages, some women have prostates and johnsons.
The Feminine Penis mystique is not just a 4Chan meme?
Muldoon, what is this yoga class all about ?
Peace through submission.
That is their idea of peace.
And it is always your submission.
Meanwhile, in West Yorkshire, Miss Lewis finds an ally.
Those not volunteering to be the missing 4,000, please report to Sector R.
My anatomy is also unambiguously female. 😄
My anatomy is also unambiguously female.
That’s as may be (not that a certain former Olympian doesn’t think so too), but by being annoyed by ads that could benefit females with johnsons and prostates (FWJPs), you are being a transmisogynist non-ally to the trans community. Sad.
My anatomy is also unambiguously female.
If anyone scores a date on the premises, there will be a handling fee.
…there will be a handling fee.
Hold on there, buckaroo, a cover charge is one thing, but I think there is a term for charging for dates, last thing you want is the popo poking around – they might find an offensive tweet or something.
A date? At my age?
David’s finally cracked up, folks! Too much hump fat!
but I think there is a term for charging for dates,
It’s to cover wear and tear on the upholstery.
It’s to cover wear and tear on the upholstery.
“Upholstery” ? Is that a Brit English term for the varnish on these wooden benches and stools ?
That stuff’s VARNISH?
“Upholstery”?
It also covers use of the pleasure harness. Over by the toilets.
Right, enough of this unspeakable beastliness. I’m off to watch an episode of Rome.
Just in time, too.
I’m reminded of the wonderful “all PIV is rape” world of my favourite RadFem.
there will be a handling fee.
Phrasing.
Hi Loticoti,
Is that parody? It’s getting harder and harder for us old folks to tell. 😳
Is that parody? It’s getting harder and harder for us old folks to tell.
Unfortunately no. Someone took a clump hammer to her hinge pins a long time ago. A 2015 film, No Men Beyond This Point, explores that brave new world.
Meet the new bar band:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=jM8dCGIm6yc
Genghis, party of, oh, two million or so…
Maybe David should get the table extenders out.
my favourite RadFem
Illustrating why the term “feminazi” became necessary.
How many Mongols does it take to make a horde, anyway?
my favourite RadFem
Remove men from society and civilization collapses within two weeks.
Interestingly, the report on non-traditional occupations for women from the Department of Labor seems to have been disappeared. It showed, last I checked, that women were generally less (often far less) than 25% of the workforce in all the essential, but dirty, boring, and dangerous, jobs that keep the lights on, the water flowing, and the food coming to table.
But hey, who needs men? Gaia will provide!
Hmm, a DDG search turned up this: https://www.dol.gov/wb/stats/Occupations.htm.
“women were generally less (often far less) than 25% of the workforce in all the essential, but dirty, boring, and dangerous, jobs”
I wonder about those lesbian separatist enclaves I hear about now and then: How do they survive? Do they actually manage to raise enough food to feed themselves? Or do they supplement inadequate farming with odd jobs and welfare checks? The latter was an important part of those sixties hippie communes, after all.
Remove men from society and civilization collapses within two weeks.
That brings to mind the Dutch version of survivor that featured a male island and a female island wherein the men made a rudimentary civilization and the wymxn, not so much. I believe Bear Grylls had much the same thing happen on his show.
Meet the new bar band
Tuvan throat singing meets metal. A great movie is “Ghengis Blues” which documents Paul Pena’s* trip to Tuva to learn throat singing. There are great scenes where throat singing meets blues.
*(He was legally blind and diabetic, taught himself Mongolian, and set off on his trip. Typically, he was underappreciated as a musician, but Steve Miller did ruin Jet Airliner written by Pena)
That brings to mind the Dutch version of survivor that featured a male island and a female island
Good Lord.
And when a male island and a female island love each other very, very much…
…they have an archipelago.🏝🏝🏝