Her Big Fearless Self
He was white, you see, and obviously that’s another incriminating feature:
Update, via the comments:
As so often, these little things are quite telling. I realise that gestures of politeness or chivalry aren’t always perfectly expressed, but it takes a certain churlishness, a practised sourness, to construe the above as some ill-intended act of patriarchal oppression, and therefore something to resist – before publicly congratulating yourself on Twitter. And as noted previously, it’s curious how all this feminist empowerment doesn’t seem to result in much stoicism or self-possession or mental resilience, just lots of narcissism, ingratitude and chronic whininess. Such that publicly disdaining the physical attributes – whiteness, maleness, middle-agedness – of the person offering to help you retrieve your overhead luggage – is deemed an act of woke piety. As if these were things for which a person should be disdained, along with their offers of help.
Via Ben Sixsmith. Also, open thread.
Being excruciatingly woke and super-empowered, Ms Rothstein is upset by many, many things:
calculated
Anticipated. Expected. Planned.
So the broad could take this arrogant incivility disorder to Twatter and earn points, that being how to make the world a better place.
Take that, Patriarchy!
He was white, you see, and obviously that’s another incriminating feature
If a polite, middle-aged black man had done it, she wouldn’t be able to crow.
As so often, these little things are quite telling. I mean, I realise that other people’s attempts at politeness or reflexive chivalry aren’t always perfectly expressed, but it takes a certain churlishness to construe the above as ill-intended, an attempt to oppress, and therefore something to resist ostentatiously, before publicly congratulating oneself.
And as noted previously, it’s curious how all this feminist empowerment doesn’t seem to result in stoicism or self-possession or mental resilience, just lots of narcissism, ingratitude and chronic whininess.
If a polite, middle-aged black man had done it, she wouldn’t be able to crow.
Had that been the case she would just change him to a white man in the retelling, and how would anyone know otherwise? Never forget, she’s always HUNTING for new incidents to feed her obsessions.
feminist empowerment doesn’t seem to result in stoicism or self-possession or mental resilience
woke adjective
\ ˈwōk \
The condition of mentally stripping away all remaining barriers between the carrier and the gutter and, in a manifestation of disorder, vehemently insisting that this uncivil chaos is clarity, insight, and progress. See also clinical projection, delusion, anti-sociability, and narcissism.
before publicly congratulating yourself on Twitter.
That.
It was what, 10-15 years ago women started taking offense at “Yes, ma’m”? Nothing surprises me. There have been times when I have seen a woman struggling with something, a burden, what have you, at work where I would normally, even outside of work, offer to help. At work, I’m actually…well afraid is too strong of a word but perhaps strongly disinclined/discouraged from doing so. And then later I feel guilty about it. I still feel like a jerk for not helping a pregnant coworker about 7 years ago when she dropped something on the floor. Granted I was rather occupied at the time but rather than chivalrously getting out of my chair and crossing the room to help her, I somewhat instinctively stayed focused on the problem that I was working on.
Last week at lunch I was eating with one of our older, more mature millennials and we had been having a quasi-political/values/hate-the-media agreeable discussion when the second millennial, a woman, sat down. She’s a little something of a SJW. Not a lot, but somewhat. Anyway, the more mature one with whom I was speaking, in an attempt to smooth over the momentary awkwardness of what we were talking about, said that I was “not a misogynist like Steve”. Steve being a guy about my age who likes to stir the pot a little, especially with this girl. God help me, I couldn’t stop myself by saying, “Well, no not a misogynist LIKE Steve. I’m my own kind.” Funny how I couldn’t stop myself from saying that. Something about getting older I suppose…
Another country heard from…
a) He offered, and maybe he wanted to help so he could get to his; b) it is not disrespectful, being a dickweed about it is; c)
CharlesCharlotte is confused about what sex zer is, so I doubt xe knows whether the bag man would have offered to help a short dude (regardless of gender); d) STFU with that crap, it is not; e) you “women” have to stick together, eh ?I am 6’2″ (187.96€), I’ve helped short guys as well as short gals, common courtesy aside, it helps keep the overhead bin conga line moving. Despite my height, I’ve had people of similar altitude help me with mine, whether common courtesy or to keep the line moving is moot, it is nothing to bitch about.
People like her should be banned from flying, it sucks enough already.
it is not disrespectful, being a dickweed about it is;
There is, it seems, a kind of competitive chippiness. A determination to be sour, needlessly captious, before waiting for applause.
It’s the feminist way, apparently.
A determination to be sour, needlessly captious, before waiting for applause
When I was in university, few men would call themselves feminist. The two groups that did were (a) the ones involved in the movement, and (b) the ones trying to get laid.
Today, when admitting you’re not a feminist is viewed by many as being a hate crime, fewer men identify themselves as being feminist than they did in the 1980s.
The primary reason is that the definition change. What was feminist in 1980 is mainstream today. The expectation that women should be able to enter any field of business or science is commonly accepted nowadays. There is still glass ceilings, but most of them are the result of issues besides or in addition to, gender differences.
But the real difference is that feminism today is an ugly thing compared to the 1980s. In the 1980s, it was equality; today, it’s about revenge.
The demarcation point was in the mid to late 1990s, when women decided that common courtesy, things like opening doors for women, was now oppression.
Unsurprisingly, men who’ve been raised to treat woman with respect were confused by women demanding to not be treated with respect. So, they don’t any more. And now the women are complaining about that, too.
The fact that men are in large numbers responding by simply ignoring women and avoiding them as a result is, of course, seen as oppression by these same women.
Men have largely decided that women who take pride in being unpleasant, and who then resent being ignored and not taken seriously aren’t really worth worrying about.
I feel sorry for this female’s parents. She has failed them.
I feel sorry for this female’s parents. She has failed them.
Well, of all the things one might conceivably take pride in and wish to boast about, it’s an odd choice.
I feel sorry for this female’s parents. She has failed them.
And it’s an odd state of piety that entails publicly disdaining the various physical attributes – whiteness, maleness, middle-agedness – of the person offering to help you retrieve your overhead luggage. As if these were things for which a person should be disdained, along with their offers of help.
I mean, as moral affectations go, it leaves quite a bit of room for improvement.
One has to wonder, did anyone have an inkling that feminism would involve so much whining?
From The Guardian’s 1-star rated review of Titania McGrath: Mxnifesto
I’m not sure why, but McGrath is depicted as a Sloaney trustafarian: messianic, snobbish and dim-witted. It’s a decision that completely undermines the satire on wokeness, given that this character doesn’t resemble any social justice warrior you have ever, or will ever, meet.
That’s odd.
Because I would honestly have expected “a Sloaney trustafarian” who is “messianic, snobbish and dim-witted” to be either mostly or even wholly apt as a description for the likes of Caroline Criado-Perez (daughter of a former CEO of Safeways and educated at £30,000+ per annum Oundle School and Keble College, Oxford) Laura Bates (educated at St. Johns College, Cambridge), and the Penny sisters, Laurie (educated at £23,000+ per annum Brighton College, then Wadham College, Oxford, and later the Berkman Center for Internet and Society, Harvard) and Eleanour (presumably also educated at Brighton College and then University College London).
Caroline Criado-Perez’s own website explains that she “specialises in social justice”, as in her article “The tech industry’s toxic bro culture is failing women” and Eleanour Penny’s describes her as “an alumnus of the Barbican Young Poets programme” and “member of Barbican Young Poets all-woman collective Men Are Trash“.
Miss Rothstein, meanwhile, writes and performs poetry with titles such as Bro Code (which is pretty much as you’d expect, and not a million miles in sentiment from Men Are Trash) while in the rather narcissistic and personalised myth creation she likes to refer to as her ‘journalism’ Rothstein has made demands for “a dismantling of the Diet-Industrial Complex” which should involve “work rooted in racial and economic justice[,] queer rights [a]nd fat positivity” – all of which sounds quite social justicey.
And while, like the others, I assume, she earns her living and is not a trustafarian, she would certainly count as Sloaney if she’d been born on this side of the Atlantic:
In 1987, amidst a lucrative year as a Bear Stearns stockbroker, my father became one of only a few dozen people on earth to purchase an unlimited, lifetime AAirpass. A quarter of a million dollars gave him access to fly first class anywhere in the world on American for the rest of his life [ … ] He (and our whole family) was featured on NBC’s Today Show in 2003, and then on MSNBC in 2006.
and
Dad was an airport celebrity, and when we traveled together, it embarrassed the shit out of me. Like riding a cart from security to the gate (because as a family, we ran late — Dad has a knack for rushed arrivals). I would bow my head so I couldn’t make eye contact with anyone we passed. Or walking into the Admirals Club locations and having the folks at the front desk know us by name …
Actually, it is quite striking that “the middle-aged white man” attempting to help her sounds an awful lot like her father.
Or would do, if it weren’t for the fact that, in her own words, while she “was socialized to fly in first class” as a child and therefore her “feelings about travel are biased” she says that “I fly economy now”. So, you know, a “middle-aged white man” like her father – except with a lot less money.
“No thank you, I got it”, I said, jubilant at the opportunity to face down my oppressor.
“Oh! Right then”, he blubbered. A mortal wound to his male ego, no doubt! He stepped back and attempted to reestablish his dominance with a facade of smiling politeness, the way so many men do. Two mighty pulls and a small bump on the forehead later, I had my suitcase on the ground and strode forth towards the exit. Then it occurred to me that I should drive my lesson home. “It was resistance”, I said over my shoulder. “Beg pardon?” the white man pleaded. But he would get no mercy from me.
As I exited the plane, I wheeled about triumphantly. “Resistance!” I intoned, as the wretch feigned involvement with a phone call. “To the patriarchy!” I continued, as he scurried away from me in obvious terror. Fear gave him wings, and he put some distance between us as I worked to get my luggage in motion from a dead stop. Once underway, it was the work of mere minutes to give chase and catch him again. I tapped his shoulder. “To the patriarchy!” I repeated, as he turned, eyebrows raised in growing realization of my female power. “Erm…I think that’s in terminal C. Hold on – is that the bagel shop or the one with the muffins?” Clearly I had crushed his spirit and reduced him to total incoherence.
in the rather narcissistic and personalised myth creation she likes to refer to as her ‘journalism’
Heh. I keep hoping that Nikw211 is going to start his own blog – while still commenting here, obviously.
Links from Ace, CommieCon 2019 is the gift that keeps on giving…
The opening session where we learn the NPC [heh] chairbeing can’t be assed to learn how to pronounce the “operations director’s” name, though the latter instructs us that there are “chest feeding” stations, to use jazz hands, and that there are quiet rooms with no live feed, which sort of defeats the purpose of having a convention. Hop around through the thing, there has to be a new level of dysfunction to describe these poltroons.
However, despite all the protesting about being triggered by noise and motion, they rallied themselves for the obligatory singalong, except for one poor lad who missed it…
…poor little thing got must have gotten overexcited and had to take a nap.
Of course she was offended to be offered help by a white, middle-aged man … in short, an Untermensch.
And why are leftists always talking about resistance? Why never capacitance, or inductance? Or at least the electrically-fluid impedance?
I’ve helped short guys as well as short gals, common courtesy aside, it helps keep the overhead bin conga line moving.
This. A thousand times, this.
Truth is, Middle-Aged Whiteguy wasn’t even being polite to her. He was being polite to everybody further back in the plane, who were going to be stuck back there until this silly bint wrestled her wheelie bag out of the overhead, probably hitting a couple of other passengers with it in the process.
Problem is, she’s a petty little thug who gets off on making everybody else wait for her. Like most Twitter trolls, she doesn’t mind the fact that everybody looks at her with annoyance, just so long as they’re looking at her. Middle-Aged Whiteguy tried to rob her of that little thrill, so now she’s set herself to repeating it on social media. Where again, she doesn’t care about the ratio — she cares only that so many people are paying attention to her, validating her sense of being the center of the universe.
When she was four, she would kick and scream and cry and go limp, forcing her mother (or her nanny, more likely) to drag her bodily through the market. She loved the attention it brought, but because such behavior isn’t tolerated among the perpetual grad-student age cohort (at least not yet), she has found other ways of causing a scene.
One might feel sorry for such damaged creatures, if they weren’t so hell-bent on damaging the rest of us.
start his own blog
I don’t think there’s anything like the quantity of whisky I’d need for such an undertaking …
Faced with a deluge of boos and mockery, Ms Rothstein is now attempting to save face by claiming that her tweet was misunderstood, by pretty much everyone, and was actually, cleverly, “tongue and cheek” – which doesn’t exactly square with her earlier comments, or subsequent comments, or her interactions at the time, or with her numerous videos of dismal woke poetry, in which the supposedly innate awfulness of white men is a recurring theme, or with her more general comments about “WHITE SUPREMACY” and “PATRIARCHY,” both of which apparently warrant block capitals.
I travel a lot.
So I get many opportunities to offer help to women with luggage, strollers, etc.
Based upon the reactions I get, approximately 0.0% ±0% identify as feminists.
(I followed the link to the Twitter fed. Ms. Rothstein got the hell ratioed out of her.)
Ms. Rothstein got the hell ratioed out of her
Hence, presumably, the sudden, rather unconvincing claim of ironic intent.
Oh, and to do my small part to piss off all the right people, I just bought Titiana McGrath’s book.
Bad: I forgot to use the Amazon link.
Good: I’m a DT subscriber. So maybe it is like carbon credits.
I’m a DT subscriber. So maybe it is like carbon credits.
A subscription offsets most sins, up to and including bank heists and puppy snatching.
Faced with a deluge of boos and mockery, Ms Rothstein is now attempting to save face by claiming that her tweet was misunderstood, by pretty much everyone, and was actually, cleverly, “tongue and cheek”
Ah, the “Sheryl Crow dipsy-doodle.”
Say something outrageous in an effort to attract attention (one sheet of toilet paper? really?), and then when the desired attention turns out to be derisive, try to walk the statement back by claiming it was super-sophisticated humor that everyone else was too dull to get.
and was actually, cleverly, “tongue and cheek”
Probably spent hundreds of thousands on wymyn’s studies degrees, claims to be a writer and journalist and still doesn’t know the common idiomatic expression tongue-in-cheek. When one gets lectured by one’s betters, one expects a certain degree of proficiency.
Faced with a deluge of boos and mockery, Ms Rothstein is now attempting to save face…
Despite which this chap still seems to have doubts.
I can neither confirm nor deny that this graphic of US presidential candidates was produced at CommieCon 2019.
Thomas Sowell on the Sixties, blackouts, and expectations of honesty.
Probably spent hundreds of thousands on wymyn’s studies degrees, claims to be a writer and journalist and still doesn’t know the common idiomatic expression tongue-in-cheek.
Especially since that idiomatic expression actually makes literal sense, unlike her solecism.
I once received an interoffice memo – from a Ph.D., no less – that contained the phrase “polo bear.” My secretary came into my office to see why I was laughing.
Homonyms are not your friend.
I’ve helped short guys as well as short gals,
I wonder how Ms. Rothstein would have reacted if she had stumbled on a tweet by a short man complaining – in precisely the same terms – about having been helped by a tall man. She probably would have ridiculed his fragile masculinity.
Ms Rothstein is upset by many, many things.
Have you ever wondered who started all this nonsense?
P.J. O’Rourke with his An Anecdote Illustrating Something of the Australian Character.
Hi Jay and Steve ,
I’ve worked for a good number of collidge gradyooats who couldn’t write a coherent sentence without spelling, grammar, and syntax errors. It got much worse after Spellcheck came along.
Jay,
The bears must be water polo bears because of the amount of time they spend in water; that, and everyone knows bears can’t ride horses. ;p
I once worked with a very bright project manager from one of the big three consulting firms. He was constantly dropping malapropisms on us during status meetings. One of his most used was “shrimp wrap” instead of “shrink wrap.” When he left the project we had a t-shirt printed for him with several of our favourites.
He was constantly dropping malapropisms
In matters of grammar and usage he refused to tow the line.
In matters of grammar and usage he refused to tow the line.
Yes but that’s clearly a mute point.
In matters of grammar and usage he refused to tow the line.
He should have done. He’d have been a shoe-in.
Oh, just remember to dot your Ts, cross your Is, and burn that bridge when you get to it.
Some of the grammar and syntax problem is due to auto-correct, and lack of proofreading before hitting “send”.
A student wrote that under the ADA public places had to be made axes able. I puzzled over whether to report the student as a potential terrorist…until I read it aloud.
In matters of grammar and usage he refused to tow the line.
That’s just sad. Ever since I was a wee sprog we knew it was ‘tow the lion’.
One of his most used was “shrimp wrap” instead of “shrink wrap.”
I worked for a right &^(^%*& who would, in a project planning meeting, scrawl on the whiteboard: Make or Bye? Didn’t hurt his climb up the corporate ladder at all.
Hi Adam,
😄😄😄😄😄
“Tow the line” is my pet peeve #9,566, especially when I see it in news stories.
and burn that bridge when you get to it.
Dare to be stupid!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMhwddNQSWQ&list=RDSMhwddNQSWQ&start_radio=1
When you come to a fork in the road, take it!
Apologies to the late Yogi Berra.
Didn’t hurt his climb up the corporate ladder at all.
My guy came back to work after being sick for 5 days straight. Upon his return I asked him what he had. He said he wasn’t sure, but it could have been ammonia. I thought he was kidding and started laughing. He said, deadly serious, it’s not funny, I thought I was going to die.