He Doesn’t Do Twirling

Journalism.
https://twitter.com/Holbornlolz/status/1232221206050492421

Journalism.
#Anschluss. Again.

Husband (also philistine) cuts the spaghetti before cooking it.
In some parts of the world that’s grounds for divorce.

Part 2876
Because it’s the drinking that’s the problem there, not the consequences of the specific situation that’s a concern.

Because we must remember where we came from:
https://remodernreview.wordpress.com/2020/02/23/feminist-art-activists-the-guerrilla-girls-will-tell-you-what-kind-of-art-you-are-allowed-to-enjoy/

“Guerrilla Girls”, eh? I think I dated one once…
It was a Saturday Night, and I didn’t have nobody…

Band name.
I’ve earmarked a suitably draughty and unheated rehearsal room in a rough part of town. I think we should knuckle down to some serious preparation. First things first, we need a policy on hairstyles.

Gay drinking can lead to sticky situations.
A) ISWYDT
B) Apparently, Tory tea drinking can lead one to lose one’s s*** and “Reeeeeeeee!!” all over the tea company’s SM coordinator.
Because reasons!

Apparently, Tory tea drinking can lead one to lose one’s s*** and “Reeeeeeeee!!” all over the tea company’s SM coordinator.
I’m assuming this will be of slightly less consequence than the last tea-related outrage I can think of.
[ Glares across Atlantic, shakes fist. ]

[ Glares across Atlantic, shakes fist. ]
*feels a… draft*
Heh.

If you cut off the spaghetti then you eventually have a plate full of little spaghetti bits you have to shovel up with a spoon. Grownups twirl.

All “High and Tight”?
The proper term is “High and Stupid”.
I’d assumed we’d be destined to blow all of our royalties on high-end hair products.
Definitely time for a hair band comeback, and these days we could get sweet endorsement money from the hair product people.
Of course that make the assumption that the band members still have sufficient hair, if not there is always the Meguiar’s and Turtle Wax endorsements to go for.

You mean this Tab?
Grownups twirl.…or buy rotini or penne or …
OK, it’s now 10:05. WTF are these people? Did someone make Fat Tuesday a holiday or something?

First things first, we need a policy on hairstyles.
Hats! There’s nothing a good hat can’t hide.

But if you absolutely insist, I suggest this look. For the sake of uniformity…

[ Glares across Atlantic, shakes fist. ]

I’ve earmarked a suitably draughty and unheated rehearsal room in a rough part of town.
You must surely be referring to this place?
(Their homepage is down hence the *ahem* crap link, but I have rehearsed there myself and I can confirm that the building really is a former public convenience in one of the more downmarket districts of The Potteries. Ah, the glamour of rock ‘n roll).

…a building whose doorways were used as a rain shelter and windbreak by the local prostitutes.
No prostitutes in this yarn, but in the mid-80s when I was in London for the Bar Finals course, and then later at the beginning of my legal “career”, I was in a couple of bands, both of which rehearsed at a studio in a squat very near Clapham Common which consisted of a row of cottages and a few outbuildings- I think they were originally built for railway workers. The studio was in a dank cellar underneath one of the houses, accessed via a trap door and down a very short and steep set of stairs, so carrying amps and drums down there was a perilous task. The “electrics” were a rats’ nest of cables and wires with multiple sockets hanging seemingly randomly from the very low ceiling. It was very “alternative”, very rock ‘n roll and, most importantly, extremely cheap. The custodian was a cheerful old hippie called Theo who was usually stoned and he’d often stand in a corner and jam along on a flute, but when the “electrics” failed, as they frequently did, a lumbering, taciturn, red-bearded and bespectacled giant of a man who wore army surplus shorts all year round would emerge from somewhere, fix the problem and disappear again.
One time, after he’d left, Theo said “That’s Thunderclap Newman, that is” and I remember us all glancing at each other and clearly collectively thinking “Yeah, right”.
Only years later when he’d died and I read his obituary did I realise that it was true. The big bearded fella was indeed Andrew “Thunderclap” Newman, living in a South London squat despite (or maybe because of) having played on one of the biggest hits of the 60s, twenty years after the band’s very short heyday.
Sic transit, etc.

…I once rehearsed in a building whose doorways were used as a rain shelter and windbreak by the local prostitutes…
…and from whence the hencelesbians were recruited…

So if this damn Yankee wants to support said tea company by purchasing a tin or two, do I use the Amazon US button above? Or do I need to use the UK one?
Yorkshire Tea can indeed be bought from both Amazon US and Amazon UK, via the links at the top right of the page.

“Yorkshire Tea can indeed be bought from both Amazon US and Amazon UK, via the links at the top right of the page.”
But not, apparently, in K-cups.
Yes, yes, I know… heresy, abomination, &c. You there in the back, stop gasping. What can I say? I’m a Yankee and the infernal device has made me lazier. Boil a pot of water? Bother.
I’ll just stick with my Twinings K-cups. But I will buy my next couple boxes through your link, if that lessens the pain of learning about my horrifying tea brewing practices.

Yorkshire Tea can indeed be bought from both Amazon US and Amazon UK, via the links at the top right of the page.
HUZZAH! I can support both this fine establishment and Yorkshire Tea with one click. Excellent!
“Even Republicans [insert Tories, typical non-leftists in general here] buy shoes.”
This is something many of these companies forget. Or that the majority of the the mob don’t purchase their product anyways. They also seem to conflate online outrage presence with purchasing power.

Must love green.

I got into the habit of saying “Evening, ladies” and being generally polite, not least because they often outnumbered us.
Tone is important. I know this because a Midshipman on a run ashore once got the tone wrong. A great deal of running, swearing and shoe hurling ensued.

Apparently, the mere existence of birth certificates “actually produces and shapes bodies to develop in a way conformant with understandings of sexual dimorphism.”
Gender Studies, baby. The Australian Feminist Law Journal, to be specific.

Must love green
That dump belongs here…

Must love green
Heh. My wife noticed (with an “OMG, OMG, OMG”…for some reason), and it appears to be extremely close to what I recall as well, that the blue flowered couch in one of the pictures featuring the spiral staircase, seems to match exactly the one that was in my mother-in-law’s living room. Not sure what to take away from that except that yes, yet again I am waiting on coworkers to show up and I have nothing better to do right now.

The Australian Feminist Law Journal, to be specific.
Haeckel’s Law overturned by a Hawaiian judge.
Meanwhile, for those tired of all the fake meat products…

Meanwhile, for those tired of all the fake meat products…
The “fork included” adds a touch of class.

I was recently made aware of part-time veganism. Specifically, I was told – by someone eating chicken curry – that they’re actually “vegan three days a week.”
Apparently, that’s a thing.
Not entirely unrelated.

[ Glares across Atlantic, shakes fist. ]
Brews pot of coffee.

For those who fret about such things, the Greatest Hits has finally been updated.

One for our ‘feminists give terrible advice’ file.
What’s so radical or new about digging up a 50 year-old argument made by Shulamith Firestone in 1970?

What’s so radical or new about digging up a 50 year-old argument made by Shulamith Firestone in 1970?
And like Firestone, Ms Lewis seems to be fixated by – captured by – her own personal psychodrama, her own resentments towards her family – or as she puts it, “bio-relatives” – as if this alienation and dysfunction were the norm, the default of all families. The basic dynamic seems to be “I resent my own parents and upbringing so much, even now, that any ludicrously unrealistic scenario would be better and must therefore be imposed.”
Again, psychodrama. A feminist staple.

Brits and Micks drink tea as a part of their culture for whatever reasons.
At risk of damaging my hard-won reputation as a snotty Brit, I don’t much care for tea. I don’t mind it, and will drink it if offered, but it’s hard to enthuse about.

My wife likes it, so I buy a tin of different varieties for Christmas or birthday or whatevs. I can take it or leave it myself. As you say, it never really occurs to me that gee, I could do for a spot of tea right now. Put some Jameson in it and you get my attention, but even that is usually to quiet a sore throat. When we’ve gone skiing in Europe, I do like Jagertea for a warm-up at lunch. That’s about the only thing I like Jagermeister for…well that and maybe in eggnog at Christmas. I do drink iced tea in the summer and when lunching at a restaurant when beer would be inappropriate, I’ll have an Arnold Palmer (1/2 iced tea, 1/2 lemonade).

If you can be a part-time vegan why can’t you be a part-time female, let’s say, for purposes of athletic competition?

Meanwhile, in the Great White North, trouble on the tracks,
Looks like Canada has a vermin problem too. Time to put down traps.

…why can’t you be a part-time female…
You can, unless while adding naughty bits, the doctors remove the others. There is a joke in there about cake and eating it too, but I am not going to touch it.
As a sidebar on the same page, the CDC’s Guide to Facial Hair Corona Preventive Grooming. Hitler ‘stash AOK, neckbeards hardest hit.

They are terrorists who are instead viewed as mere vandals by dint of their sheer incompetence.
Once you start trying to set trains on fire, or to derail them – and to happily endanger lives – the word ‘protester’ seems like a wilful and inexcusable euphemism.

It appears these idiots’ magical thinking permeates all of their problem solving faculties.
This video is up over at Kate’s. Sums it up nicely. These “protesters” are no where near being in the majority.

They are terrorists who are instead viewed as mere vandals by dint of their sheer incompetence.
They are more likely to blend/ignite themselves than anything else, judging by what is shown.
I particularly enjoyed the individual crab-walking the fuel canister while practically kissing the train, and pouring a line towards the half-assed fire.

Ephemera… compiled. Will… appear… after midnight.
[ Slumps across desk, emotionally spent. ]

T-34/76 turret is coolest turret.
Except for the ’42-’43 hexagonal turrets, or “Micky Mouse” as the Germans called them.
Layers and layers of editors and fact checkers…don’t know if I should fly or take a cruise to Idaho.

our stylish host, clad in animal print
Heh. You’ll pay for that, madam.