A Dilemma Presents Itself

You have to wonder what kind of person aspires to being an insufferable…
Komrade Kaprugina perhaps.

Bog roll is for savages.
Ever since I discovered the miracle of the washlet on my first trip to Japan nearly 20 years ago, I have wondered why it has not been adopted more widely. Spray clean & blow dry is the way forward.
Don’t get me started on the pulsating massage function available on higher-end models.

Short Man Syndrome.
Well, as instructions go, it seems farcical, rather poisonous and likely to attract the kind of personalities that are best avoided. As so often, these woke exhortations strike me as psychologically weird, in that, in order to comply and be pious, you’d have to become irritating, intrusive, fixated and neurotic. And then there’s the obvious but unacknowledged consideration that people by and large don’t appreciate interruptions by eavesdroppers. It seems to me the idea of “calling out” the perceived “sexist attitudes” of random passers-by or random commuters is a bit like presuming to correct the grammar of complete strangers, and likely to meet with a similar response.
pulsating massage function
Band name.

The Atlantic article…
Headline is about her alleged competence but it is not till nine paragraphs (of twelve) in before her champion actually gets to anything purporting to be “competence”, specifically being 1/2,400 professors at Harvard (as pointed out a position gotten by lying) and being behind the creation of yet another mini-politburo bit of bureaucracy that is a soup sandwich. Of course our brave author fails to mention that Warren came in third in her state’s primary which is, of course misogyny, (especially from the women voters), which doesn’t speak well of how her own constituents view her “competence”.

Kate Manne, a philosopher at Cornell University, describes misogyny as an ideology that serves, ultimately, to reinforce a patriarchal status quo. “Misogyny is the law-enforcement branch of patriarchy,” Manne argues.

Of course. These clods are so unoriginal they might as well just use a mimeograph machine, at least we could enjoy the smell.

Misogyny is the law-enforcement branch of patriarchy

To paraphrase the great Dr. Randomercam: people devoted to fighting the devil aren’t harmless because the devil does not exist, but are rather dangerous precisely because anything can be the devil.
Now these religious fanatics are imagining an emotion (misogyny) can serve as an institutional branch (law-enforcement) of a massive, all-encompassing yet completely invisible entity for which no proof is ever offered (patriarchy). These twats believe in nothing but their own power and righteous lack of accountability and will fall for whatever preserves that status quo.

Well, as instructions go, it seems farcical, rather poisonous and likely to attract the kind of personalities that are best avoided.
True, but if you’re looking to mobilize an army of unpaid foot soldiers to harass your constituents into helpless complacency, the bossy busybodies are a good place to start. And as a bonus, after you give them leave to harass their neighbors, you earn a bit of goodwill from them and make it less likely that they’ll harass you and your people.
Honestly, we need to find a way to harness this group for our own purposes. Anyone fancy starting up a chapter of Occupy Her Majesty’s Government?

True, but if you’re looking to mobilize an army of unpaid foot soldiers…
And after a week or so of starting needless and petty arguments with random people – on tubes, at bus stops, in taxis, in shops, wherever one can eavesdrop – devotees may well be feeling a little fraught, a little uptight. Perhaps a little irrational. It’s not an obvious recipe for contentment, or mental health.

[ Proudly positions sticker behind bar. ]

In other news, I may start offering hot meals. Depending on demand.

I’ve got a booklet and everything.

What?

Right tomorrow’s ephemera is compiled and scheduled to materialise just after midnight. Time for a glass of something, I think.

Just imagine CMOT Dibbler selling corona virus protection nostrums.

Just imagine CMOT Dibbler selling corona virus protection nostrums.

Vimes looked into the grinning, cadaverous face of Cut-me-own-Throat Dibbler, purveyor of absolutely anything that could be sold hurriedly from an open suitcase in a busy street and was guaranteed to have fallen off the back of an oxcart.
“Morning, Throat,” said Vimes absently. “What’re you selling?”
“Genuine article, Captain.” Throat leaned closer. He was the sort of person who could make “Good morning” sound like a once-in-a-lifetime, never-to-be-repeated offer. His eyes swivelled back and forth in their sockets, like two rodents trying to find a way out. “Can’t afford to be without it,” he hissed. “Anti-dragon cream. Personal guarantee: if you’re incinerated you get your money back, no quibble.”
—Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!