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.
Did he have anything to say about his prostrate exam?
“In matters of grammar and usage he refused to tow the line.”

Of course if he refused to tow the line on the Volga barge (to which he was sent for refusing to use jazz hands at the Young Pioneers meeting), there was always the lumber camp in Siberia…
Despite which this chap still seems to have doubts.
It’s a bit rich of Ms Rothstein to complain about “mean” comments and then invoke the importance of “kindness,” given the sentiment of her own tweet, and many others, and given that Ms Rothstein’s schtick is largely premised on displays of disdain for white men as some inherently dumb and malevolent group, before waiting for applause from women very much like herself.
But this is a woman who seems fixated with her own fatness and how unhappy it makes her – yet is still fat – and who lists her mental health issues as if they were credentials, markers of woke status, and who wants us to know how fascinating and heroic she is, possibly on account of those “body empowerment” videos that have been on YouTube for three years and watched all of five times.
… 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
Yes, it turns out that whether we knew it or not, we’ve been in an improv comedy club all along, where people adopt obnoxious personas that don’t represent their real selves, and argue for outrageous ideas that they don’t believe in. So how silly of us to expect truthfulness and fair dealing.
But the breaches of truthfulness all just happen to be in one direction and to reinforce the talking points of one faction.
And these aren’t the kinds of people who think of themselves as class clowns whose inconsequential ramblings shouldn’t be taken seriously. On the contrary, they think of themselves as serious people who deploy “edgy” and “subversive” humor for serious purposes.
What it amounts to is “polemics for me, politeness for the targets of my polemics”. If it’s a comedy club, it’s one where bad performers don’t have to fear being heckled.
There is, it seems, a kind of competitive chippiness. A determination to be sour, needlessly captious, before waiting for applause.
https://dalrock.wordpress.com/2019/08/05/feminist-charisma/
This is laughable. You could substitute anything for the act described.
“My declining the special roast in favour of the house blend was a quickly calculated act of resistance”
“My declining to have my meal supersized in favour of the regular meal was a quickly calculated act of resistance”
How narcissistic can any one leftist idiot be?
How narcissistic can any one leftist idiot be?
How long is a piece of string?
a video called “Five common habits that make people dislike you” that uses Brie Larson as an example of what not to do
Heh. The parsing of Ms Larson’s anti-charisma was quite entertaining and it’s hard to imagine her being self-deprecating or convincingly generous, instead of, say, prickly and brittle. I’d also forgotten how she can even make fidgeting with an earring remarkably irritating. Marvel really shat the bed on that bit of casting. As they say.
If you’re not a relative or friend, you’re on your own. I’ve lifted all the bags I’m ever going to lift for a stranger.
David, we finally saw “Captain Marvel” on DVD last night.
Most of the movie was pretty entertaining, but every time the camera focused on Ms. Larson, a gaping hole opened. A void.
Then in the last third, the movie got stupid, with fight scene after fight scene and everybody getting hammered and yet not squished into a packet of strawberry jelly.
We’ve seen all the Marvel movies, and found them, at worst, watchable and at best marvelous. Compared to them, “Captain Marvel” was an epic misfire. Almost any actress could have done a better job.
but every time the camera focused on Ms. Larson, a gaping hole opened. A void.
Marvel has generally been very good at casting, but this choice was bewildering. And Ms Larson’s limitations, onscreen and off, are compounded by the fact that the character she plays, badly, is uninteresting and was never very popular in comic form, in any iteration, male or female, and so the air of ham-fisted contrivance is hard to miss. She isn’t so much a character as a pretext for an agenda. There are plenty of other female characters who are much more engaging. If Marvel is hoping to pin the next phase of their cinematic empire on the appeal of Ms Larson, as a replacement for Robert Downey Jr., I suspect they’re in for a bumpy ride.
but every time the camera focused on Ms. Larson, a gaping hole opened. A void.
As noted here a while ago, Ms Larson has described her latest role as a kind of activism, of which she claims to be very proud. Though the end result – this Great Feminist Statement – is a charmless, overpowered Mary Sue with no character arc, no learning curve, no emotional range, and no screen presence. And whose story requires an inversion of established continuity, such that the Skrulls, one of Marvel’s classic villains, are instead portrayed as benign victims – refugees, no less – to be saved by an all-powerful feminist who doesn’t need to earn anything, or learn anything, because, it turns out, she’s always been awesome.
Traditionally, Marvel hero stories tend to involve someone suffering some hardship, a humbling or tragedy, then learning a harsh lesson, often in humility, and consequently growing to become a better person, albeit one with outlandish talents and an unconventional wardrobe. (See, Spider-Man, Iron Man, Thor, Dr Strange, etc.) However, our woke heroine, supposedly a symbol of the progressive ideal, merely learns that she was already awesome and was held back from being even-more-awesome-by-default by those afraid of her awesomeness. And so, no humbling is required and our heroine’s only personal flaw, the thing she has to overcome, is that she doesn’t think of herself highly enough.
What this may say about feminist fantasies, and feminist psychology more generally, I leave to the reader.
And Ms Larson’s limitations, onscreen and off, are compounded by the fact that the character she plays, badly, is uninteresting and was never very popular in comic form, in any iteration, male or female, . . .
At some point I read there was to be a Captain Marvel movie,
‘k, fine,
with a woman cast in the lead instead of some guy,
Oh . . .
‘k, so they’re doing an apparently more and more popular rearrangement of story line bit the way the comics companies have been doing anyway, actually, . . .
Oh, Got it: After that I finally read that there is Captain Marvel, and then there is Captain Marvel, the latter of whom I have almost no previous memory of, now that the pair of ’em get pointed out . . . .
I hadn’t seen a photo of Caroline Rothstein before, but now that I have, I cannot resist playing parlor psychoanalyst on this incident, at the risk of being ungallant.
She may perhaps have been offended that a man offered to help her simply because she needed it, rather than doing so as a way of ingratiating himself with a beauty. Which, God knows, she is not, and which she doubtless realizes.
Today’s words are deputy chief constable.
And in case you were wondering, no, she isn’t a tall woman.
no, she isn’t a tall woman.
Undoubtedly the hair hides her conehead.
Undoubtedly the hair hides her conehead.
It positively squeals “gravitas.”
The fivehead was a dead giveaway. I shave my head and I don’t have that much forehead.
I shave my head and I don’t have that much forehead.
[ Shakes glorious mane of hair in super-slow-motion. ]
If Marvel is hoping to pin the next phase of their cinematic empire on the appeal of Ms Larson…
Nope, it appears they are upping the ante of woke.
If they go with the common mantra of “they need a hero that looks like them”, I am guessing early onset male pattern baldness covered with a bad wig, resembles a female like Jimmy carter does the MGM lion, – a Yaniv or “Call Me Ma’am” type of guy, IOW big box office boffo.
[ Shakes glorious mane of hair in super-slow-motion. ]
I can see it now. https://youtu.be/IZ-tkJHTGrk?t=46
Stand up against courtesy!
If she’s always been bothered by them calling tampons “feminine hygiene” products, what are the odds she’s also bothered by them calling abortion “women’s health care”?
Stand up against courtesy!
Somewhat related.
In my (limited) experience, it’s common practice in the South to hold the door for others, quite apart from sex, age, or race. One of the charming things about the South, in fact.
I’ve had in Berkeley the same experience as the guy in your linked story, viz., being berated for holding the door for what in the event turned out to be a rabid feminist.
“No need to thank me now, your smiling face is thanks enough.”
Today’s words are deputy chief constable.
Worst case of hat hair ever.
The ultimate answer to all self-congratulating narcissists should be:
“Please yourself then. Oh, wait, I can see you are doing that already.”
*Dresses like clown and then shrieks about not being taken seriously*
*Dresses like clown and then shrieks about not being taken seriously*

Whenever I walk through public spaces, I make a game out of looking out for women like this little nasty wench. I go out of my way to not extend them the courtesies I extend to normal people.
Holding a door open for some normal people, I’ll see her type, look her dead in the eye, and let it swing shut in her face.
Minding my own business on public transit, I’ll see her type and purposely manspread so she can’t sit next to me.
Waiting in line for an “unisex” public toilet, I’ll figure out a way to make sure she’s after me. Then, right before I leave the stall, I’ll sprinkle water all over the toilet seat just for her.
Posted by: heh
Nah, to really piss them off, do the thing they hate the most, be nice and polite to them.
Posted by: heh \ August 07, 2019 at 00:30
Disgusting if true; if not true, disgustingly lied.
Waiting in line for an “unisex” public toilet, I’ll figure out a way to make sure she’s after me. Then, right before I leave the stall, I’ll sprinkle water all over the toilet seat just for her.
Assuming any of that is true, which seems improbable, it sounds like a pretty messed-up way to go through life.
I’ve had in Berkeley the same experience as the guy in your linked story, viz., being berated for holding the door
A few years ago, at a service station, a woman with cropped neon hair and a rather mannish gait seemed very unhappy about my holding open the door for her and then briefly smiling, as if this were some ideological affront. And not, as was the case, a reflex to prevent the door slamming in the face of whoever was behind me. I was rewarded for my trouble, such as it was, with a scowl and a small sound of irritation. I suppose it’s possible that the lady in question was just having a bad day, but the scowl did seem directed firmly in my direction, as if denoting some transgression, and the only interaction we’d had involved the door.
I was reminded of it when writing the post about Ms Huckeba, linked upthread.
… a charmless, overpowered Mary Sue with no character arc, no learning curve, no emotional range, and no screen presence. And whose story requires … that the … classic villains, are instead portrayed as benign victims – refugees, no less – to be saved by an all-powerful feminist …
Wait – were you talking about Marvel or Merkel?
She misspoke:

Oh, come on. It’s easily done.
She misspoke
“Host of Deadline White House at 4 pm on MSNBC”
“Host of Deadline White House at 4 pm on MSNBC”
Remember, citizens. Always respect the media.
She misspoke
Trump Derangement Syndrome.
Trump Derangement Syndrome.
“I misspoke about Trump calling for the atomic annihilation of the planet Mercury.”
I really used to like Brie Larson, back in her Scott Pilgrim days. It’s a shame.
One of the odd things about Captain Marvel was how it reminded me of the Christian Slater / John Travolta film Broken Arrow. In that classic, we see Slater’s character lose training fights to Travolta at the beginning, before finally beating him in the film’s climax after he’s turned bad.
In Captain Marvel, Larson loses a friendly fight to Jude Law’s character. Near the end of the film she refuses to fight him on a level playing field because “I have nothing to prove to you”. Yaaas Queen! It’s like the writers were watching Rothstein’s life and putting it on screen.
Being a bit po-faced (because the scene is played for laughs) we end up with the impression that Law’s character is still a better fighter than Captain Marvel, who only beat him using a power she did nothing to earn and little to learn to control. Worse than a crappy Travolta film.
Not to beat a dead kulak, but there is still comedy gold to be had from CommieCon 2019.
First up, skip past the first five minutes or so, and marvel at the smooth and efficient voting process, there is, of course, even someone crying and blowing snot about “all votes not being counted” when the vote does not go zis way. Even Madam Chairbeing Comrade Mao gets exasperated at the idiocy.
Next, skip again to 5:00 and we can finally learn what exactly a “progressive stack” is as they use marshals to rack and stack people at the microphones according to color and gender and so on. This of course causes much glutalgia because people moved from the line now have to go whine to the marshals that they are more oppressed than someone else because “some identities are invisible” which means a second marshal has to referee. Stay for the rest of the second video, it gets better, including a Visibly Shaking Person™…
Mel Brooks teamed with Monty Python couldn’t come up with this stuff.
comedy gold to be had from CommieCon 2019.
So we are in fact catching them at their best. Good to know.
“Down with Capitalism! Down with grades!”
Though, I believe the good professor is really operating in his own interests — fancy that ..
Though, I believe the good professor is really operating in his own interests — fancy that…
Ah, but according Dr Wolff, grading – which is to say, pointing out errors with a view to them being corrected and in the hope of learning occurring – is “capitalism in action” and “disrespects [students] as thinking people.” Our Marxoid educator is also upset that grading is effectively “insisting on one answer as right and alternatives as wrong.” So those arithmetic classes should be interesting.
Dr Wolff also grumbles about being obliged to “assign grades to my students for matters such as papers, exams, and class performance.” Which, as you imply, rather gets to what may be the nub of things. Given that grading is often seen as insufficiently glamorous, a menial chore. Especially for those who imagine themselves suited to a much higher purpose, i.e., propagating some variation of Marxism.
News from another planet. ESPN cannot fathom why a rising female basketball star would throw it all away…
https://www.espn.com/womens-college-basketball/story/_/id/27297631?utm_source=pocket-newtab
I say we go one step further and do away with subsidizing educators like “Dr.” Wolff. If this is what his kind of education leads to, how is it any different from ignorance? Which leads to the further questions as to who/what institution “educated” this guy? Per wiki…
I was expecting some backwater lefty institutions. Well I was wrong, I suppose, about backwater.
“…Twenty-five years old and not far removed from her All-America days at Villanova, Pennefather was in her prime. She had legions of friends and a contract offer for $200,000 to play basketball in Japan that would have made her one of the richest players in women’s basketball…
…That Saturday morning in 1991, Pennefather drove her Mazda 323 to the Monastery of the Poor Clares in Alexandria, Virginia. She loved to drive. Fifteen cloistered nuns waited for her in two lines, their smiles radiant.
She turned to her family.
“I love you all,” she said.
The door closed, and Shelly Pennefather was gone…
…IT’S BEEN 28 YEARS since Pennefather left home to become Sister Rose Marie of the Queen of Angels, and I’m standing outside the family’s house in Manassas, Virginia, on a warm June day, searching for answers….
…But I cannot grasp what Pennefather — now Sister Rose Marie — has chosen to do. The Poor Clares are one of the strictest religious orders in the world. They sleep on straw mattresses, in full habit, and wake up every night at 12:30 a.m. to pray, never resting more than four hours at a time. They are barefoot 23 hours of the day, except for the one hour in which they walk around the courtyard in sandals….”
…academia would be better off doing away with grading entirely…
One word – Yugo.
One more – Trabant.
If you don’t know what these words refer to, I make my point.
In the ongoing Jessica Yaniv saga, “Jessica Yaniv, a transgender B.C. activist, says she was arrested for brandishing a Taser.”
“…because people are so freaking violent over here.”