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.
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.”