Further Lamentations Of Unstable Leftist Women
The Other Half thinks that some of you may be amused by this.
Update, via the comments:
Joan asks, drily, “Is it performance art?”
Well, in a manner of speaking, I suppose it is. It’s all rather performative and narcissistic, and the theatrical breathlessness is presumably for the benefit of a like-minded audience – one that won’t find such behaviour strange or unflattering. I mean, if you were actually having some kind of meltdown, an unpremeditated psychological crisis, would your first thought be to film yourself in order to share the screeching with your equally woke peers, and thereby accrue status?
It’s not just the ladies, of course. Quite a few leftist chaps seem a tad unstable too:
I wrote earlier about trying to express my reasons to my dad in a calm and intellectual manner. I actually thought I had been calm and well-reasoned. I thought I might even be making progress. Today I found out he put a Trump sign in his yard. I got pissed. Really pissed. And I sent him and my mom a text message. Hands shaking, tears in eyes.
From an item titled, rather triumphantly, Today I Gave My Dad A Choice: Trump or His Grandkids and His Son.
Pronouns declared, obviously.
Update 2:
As with Ms Christina Cauterucci, a “gender and feminism” enthusiast whose Slate article is poked at here, you have to wonder whether fantasies of coercion and sadistic emotional punishment, and blackmailing your own parents in order to purge them of non-leftist views – using the threat of never seeing their grandchildren – is really a sign of a well-adjusted adult. And not, say, someone exhibiting a kind of cult-like behaviour. And remember, these things are announced publicly, with pride. “What a clever and principled leftist I am.”
Further unspoolings can be found here and here. Also, open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
A certain type of person has always been attracted to politics as a means of therapy, as if changing the world is going to quiet their personal demons.
It occurs to me that politics really shouldn’t occupy that much space in a person’s life.
Is there something in the water?
Worse. There’s something in the psychology profession and the wider culture. By those ‘standards’ the behavior of these people is ‘understandable’ if not ‘normal’. This has been the case for decades now. It’s why reporters can stand in front of burning buildings and tell you ‘peaceful’ protests are going on. ‘Normal’ people understand these things. Please get with the program.
It occurs to me that politics really shouldn’t occupy that much space in a person’s life.
This is a fundamental reason why I am a conservative–but I never imagined years ago I would be citing raving lunatics as examples supporting my position.
Worse. There’s something in the . . . the program.
Rather as noted . . .
Person number one . . . number four, sees an individual. The individual is noted as being an individual, and will be assessed as an individual, and is solely assessed by what that individual does or does not do, because when it comes to some useless left or right wing declaration of ideology, the knowledge or reactions of others is recognized as being totally irrelevant.
the knowledge or reactions of others is recognized as being totally irrelevant.
I have a garden gnome. My neighbor says he doesn’t like my garden gnome. Says it gives his kid nightmares. He asked me to remove it. I asked him if he was willing to sit up all night and keep the leprechauns from pissing in my azaleas. He got real quiet after that. Another problem solved.
Still getting a puzzling number of bra adverts in my browsing.
See? Bras.
Still getting a puzzling number of bra adverts in my browsing
Given all the talk about “unstable women”, I’m not entirely surprised…
I’m being victimised by the Bra-Industrial Complex.
OT — the mountains northeast of Los Angeles (Angeles National Forest) the current Bobcat Fire now at 105,000 acres and only 15% contained. Some of the wildlife will escape into local neighborhoods into the valleys below. This from the neighborhood known as Pearblossom in the Antelope Valley.
I note how the kittens here are quietly awaiting their turn on the stool.
Quite a few leftist chaps seem a tad unstable too
You could do some sort of blind test and read their outbursts, and be 99% sure they are white, slightly to greatly overweight, and BEARDED. Always bearded. The once symbol of rugged manliness is now a perfect proxy for simpering, effete cry-babies.
Buffalo Bill is not a real transsexual; he is a crazy person who latched on to the idea as a fucked up coping mechanism.
That is a real transsexual.
An educator, you say?
One of the commenters on the latest twitter thread observed that the “breakdown in the car” selfies are a perfect way of assuring that one receives feedback only from one’s social media peers. You don’t see “breakdown in the Olive Garden” or “breakdown in the fitness center” selfies, because these are public places where actual human beings would intervene and tell the maniac how silly they’re being.
They can tell themselves they are “normal” (per WTP’s observation above), but the dead giveaway is that they don’t act out these performances anywhere that actual normal people could put them in their place. Hell, even the BLM bullies don’t do their thing among normal people unless they have a bullhorn and a mob to assure that nobody can push back on their delusions.
An educator, you say?
Are there any grown ups left in academia?
Buffalo Bill is not a real transsexual
“That wasn’t real socialism.”
Are there any grown-ups left in academia?
In the Clown Quarter at least, our self-imagined radicals do seem uniformly juvenile in their posturing. The default moody-teen hyperbole (‘fascism,’ ‘burn it down,’ etc); the gratuitous look-at-me profanity (to let us know they aren’t stuffy grown-ups, presumably); the lack of self-possession, and the rest. It’s like some never-ending adolescent tantrum.
Oh, well done.
. . . be 99% sure they are white, slightly to greatly overweight, and BEARDED.
Genuinely bearded, or merely a bout of mildewface?
That is a real transsexual.
There are individuals who have the misfortune of experiencing a mismatch between brain development and the sex of their body. I do not argue that these individuals were the majority of self-identifying transsexuals even before the left added “gender dysphoria” to its list of Holy Disfunctions. The existence of the confused, abused, and/or groomed does not, however, make the real cases cease to exist.
Stubble Johansson above is clearly a badly damaged looney, attracted to the addictive in-cult acceptance the left offers to those who perform in an approved manner. Monkey pushes button, monkey gets a peanut.
The acceptance and appreciation is a lie, of course. It is a drug offered for the purpose of fulfilling the offerer’s desires; it is a tool for the same tactic used by common pimps.
I’m glad to see that @hal has resumed his pattern of linking to one of his religious tracts; i.e. the curia.
I await his posting of google search URLs (the other religious tract) for other items, which I’ve always found peculiar. (Only because there’s no reason to assume that my list of hits would be anything like his due to our different search histories.)
From an item titled, rather triumphantly, Today I Gave My Dad A Choice: Trump or His Grandkids and His Son.
Tomorrow Dad Gives You A Choice: Grandkids or Inheritance
Have you considered “you live here at our sufferance, and so you will adapt to our norms or leave” as a strategy?
Chuck her gently on the shoulder, smile indulgently, and say, “You’re going to make a fine adult.” Then walk off.
There are individuals who have the misfortune of experiencing a mismatch between brain development and the sex of their body.
The mismatch is between their delusions and reality.
@Daniel Ream – thread winner.
mmmK…so in the interests of Open Thread, I have this to share…
So this happened…Back in August there was a GOP primary election in my home state of Florida. As wife and I are up here in GA for the summer, we submitted absentee ballot requests for the upcoming primary election in FL back in April or May. As of early August, we still hadn’t received them so I called the elections office. According to the county election office, the ballots were BOTH sent to our FL address and returned as not being forwardable. The lady checked on our requests and verified that we both had filled them out with the proper mailing addresses. Apparently they were “entered incorrectly”. Wife did hers by hand/on paper, I did mine electronically. Either way, the lady at the elections office apologized profusely and said she would be putting them in the mail. Long(er) story short, we did receive them a week before the election day and after speaking with the election commissioner, he said we could overnight the ballots back and send him the bill. Which we did. Cost was $26.35. Took a looong time getting back to us but after several phone calls and the check getting mailed first to our Florida address before forwarding up here (even though I was quite clear texting the Georgia address and had confirmation it would be sent directly here), it arrived today. Just opened the envelope containing an apology/thank-you-for-your-patience note and a check for….wait for it….$50.00. WTF is wrong with me that I really would have preferred a check for $26.35? Given the political and legal chaos and BS in my deep subconscious, the thing that hits me at 3 AM when I’m not exactly in conscious control of my thoughts, I picture myself months/years from now getting crucified by some Kafkaesque Kangaroo Kourt over this.
…I picture myself months/years from now getting crucified by some Kafkaesque Kangaroo Kourt over this.
Could happen, make sure you claim the $23.65 as income when you file your return just to be sure. 😉
She seems nice.
The existence of the confused, abused, and/or groomed does not, however, make the real cases cease to exist.
In #CurrentYear one has to be careful to avoid confounding the social contagion cases with the clinical ones, but 80-90% of men with sexual dysmorphia severe enough to seek self-mutilation were sexually abused as children in the same etiology that produces the cluster B personality disorders.
For women, it’s effectively 100% (although there’s a much higher proportion of social contagion cases in women, for the usual reasons).
As I said, these are the real transsexuals. People with some form of epigenetic brain damage that produces severe dysmorphia are rare exceptions, not the norm.
Pace Joaquin Phoenix in Joker, protracted, suppressed childhood abuse is the elephant in the room and I’m tired of pretending it’s not.
Sacred vows:
Via Darleen.
The surest way to make a woman want something: make her believe another woman wants it.
Leo Guinan recants.
Apparently he didn’t get the love he was looking for on social media. Obviously cares more about what an amorphous group of people thinks about him than the love of his family.
cares more about what an amorphous group of people thinks about him than the love of his family
There seems to be a disturbing amount of this. I’m fairly certain these people never actually follow through with these claims; they’re performative. But there are times when the performance itself is harmful, such as when outright slandering one’s family as racist or posting GUN_FREE ZONE signs on one’s property. There’s a frightening kind of narcissistic sociopathy at play when someone sacrifices their own family for the dopamine high of strangers liking their posts.
There’s a frightening kind of narcissistic sociopathy at play when someone sacrifices their own family for the dopamine high of strangers liking their posts.
Variation on a theme: Sacrificing the wellbeing of one’s children – slandering and humiliating them in the national press – in order to assert one’s all-important feminist credentials.
There’s a frightening kind of narcissistic sociopathy at play when someone sacrifices their own family for the dopamine high of strangers liking their posts.
True, but I imagine plain old “taking things for granted” is at play as well. As in, maybe some these people assume their family will approve of them unconditionally (they’ve been told as much throughout their coddling) and, moreover, their family is boring and nothing like those fierce brave celebrities they worship. I mean, what chance does fair but firm (roll with me on this) familial love have against a quantifiable amount of approval from strangers for your typical narcissist?