We Must Let Him Improve Us
Mr Bob Chipman, a woke scold, avowed feminist, and film reviewer – in pretty much that order these days – shares his deep, uplifting philosophy. The dynamic may not be entirely unfamiliar.
Mr Chipman is an enthusiast of socialism (albeit, it seems, for others) and a man entranced by his own allegedly vast intelligence, which he mentions frequently. He is, he assures us, “an American of intelligence,” unlike people who are insufficiently leftwing, whom he views as “not redeemable” and indeed subhuman. His favoured terms for those who would dare to vote differently include “obsolete trash,” “backward people,” “obsolete whites” and “Nazi motherfuckers.” These lively definitions would most likely be applied to the readers of this blog, its host, and presumably our friends and families.
When not sharing his eugenic fantasies of a world forcibly depopulated of people who disagree with him, Mr Chipman suggests that his fellow leftists pleasure themselves by finding a non-leftwing person, any non-leftwing person, and making their “day/week/life a little bit miserable.”
Mr Chipman appears to have difficulty being happy and struggles to understand why anyone might dislike him.
Also, open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
…but what about the other things?
Kirkwall Ball (or Ba’), or as I first read about it, Orkney Ba’, was one of the first stories that I discovered on the internet back in the early 90’s. AIUI it is played on a couple of islands there but was ruined by hipster tourists.
…but what about the other things?
We are a proud people, and our ways are mysterious.
Let us not get carried away.
Yesterday, The Other Half brought home a Christmas gift from a client. A cardboard box containing butter, some posh coffee, a single pear, and an aubergine. I’m still not quite sure what to make of it. I did briefly wonder if it might be some kind of puzzle.
There was also a chocolate bunny, from someone else, but that no longer exists.
There was also a chocolate bunny
I’ll bet you ate the ears first so it could only hear its own screams through its hollow rabbit chocolate head.
You dangerous lunatic.
so it could only hear its own screams through its hollow rabbit chocolate head.
See, the whole hollow business is why chocolate bunnies, while appreciated, are usually just a little disappointing. I mean, it’s nice to be given chocolate in any form, but in terms of sheer chocolate volume, a fat bar of Cadbury’s would have been perfectly acceptable, and probably cheaper.
chocolate volume
Band name.
Sheer Chocolate Volume’s debut album “Eat the Ears” manages to be quaint and charming at the same time it is raucous and unsettling. Where it dips rather lower is in such numbers such as “Harry the Fat Bunny” which, truth be told, are not rich enough in the same kind of darkness as “Godiva” and ring a little bit hollow.
☆☆
-Allmusic
I scored a try in the Orkney Sevens, a tournament which is quite a Big Deal on the island, or was back then; 8 page pullout in the centre of The Orcadian and everything. I only mention this because, as a prop, tries are few and far between and one in 7s is practically a miracle…
I work for a hospital charity. As the pandemic gripped the nation in the run-up to Easter, a well-known chocolate firm based nearby donated 20,000 Easter eggs for the staff across the hospitals we cover. Have you ever tried storing and distributing 20,000 Easter eggs when you are not set up for that sort of volume of boxes of, as our gracious host so perspicaciously pointed out, mostly air? It rather monopolised my time for a while…
A hasty internet search suggests that it is not.
She was until October the health minister though, and given some of the European sex bans, not all that far from fiction…
Thing is, Mr Chipman wasn’t entirely without talent.
I never understood the appeal, personally. Especially with Red Letter Media (who have the soft-lefty movie reviewer market cornered), center-right Critical Drinker, objective and intentionally non-political titan MauLer, and “far-right” and extremely entertaining E;R on offer. There’s a few “riff to the camera” normie reviewers as well who get the job done without the smug leftwing sass.
For content so bad it requires it’s own dedicated review genre I recommend Cynic Snacks.
While the mainstream dinosaur entertainment has gotten progressively worse, the critique industry has blossomed and is very often orders of magnitude more entertaining than the “entertainment” they review.
A cardboard box containing butter, some posh coffee, a single pear, and an aubergine. I’m still not quite sure what to make of it.
Perhaps it’s some sort of a mafia warning under omertà.
Perhaps it’s some sort of a mafia warning under omertà.
Close, coffee dusted butter roasted pear and eggplant was a favorite dish of the Krays.
Perhaps it’s some sort of a mafia warning under omertà.
Or maybe it’s the fashion to give people boxes of random items. “Ooh, a tea towel, some kitchen spray, and a single left shoe, size 6.”
Chipman is the very model of a sociopathic narcissist. He believes himself to be more important than he is, i.e. a super intellectual giant and a modern ubermensch. But really he is a 40 year old obese, diabetic manchild who reviews movies at a somewhat passable level. He thinks his contributions to society are so great when he is literally amongst the least valuable members of society. The fact that he thinks he can look his nose down on a working class people is especially galling.
10 years or so ago I was a fan. Our taste in videogames were similar but slowly I could tell there was a massive undercurrent a superiority complex and I stopped watching as it became more and more apparent. Twitter really let that problem blossom into whatever the hell kind of crap he is on now.
Twitter really let that problem blossom into whatever the hell kind of crap he is on now.
Dear Bob, our bringer of wisdom and charmer of maidens, claims that he is “being denied a better world because of… smaller minds.” That he should be drawn to wokeness isn’t entirely surprising, given its pull on the self-admiring and the psychologically marginal, and given that it’s a near-perfect excuse to openly resent people while exulting in petty malice.
But really he is a 40 year old obese, diabetic manchild who reviews movies at a somewhat passable level. He thinks his contributions to society are so great when he is literally amongst the least valuable members of society. The fact that he thinks he can look his nose down on a working class people is especially galling.
Except that he is legion. There are sufficient numbers of people like him who will perform as useful tools to support real, true, sociopathic evil. That RTSE uses them to pick off and destroy the very few remaining people who constitute what used to be normal society. Once the police are defunded, the populace disarmed, as they already mostly are outside of the US, the individuals’ constitutional rights effectively eliminated, these tools will be empowered to finish us off (see tranny cop on other thread). And half of what used to be normal society will even join in out of fear of being socially excommunicated. It’s already happened here in the US, we just have been pretending otherwise for a few years. Hell, we’re even already disarmed. Only a few people know it. Kyle Rettrnhouse, George Zimmerman, every cop who has needed to use his weapon to defend his own life.
but what about the other things?
Having once been invited to take part, I can confirm that Grantchester barrel rolling does happen – but (I strongly suspect) is not a properly ancient tradition.
My mother, now in her 90s, was brought up in the Vale of Glamorgan in south Wales. She has vivid recollections of the mari lwyd (origin or variant of a couple of the items) visiting the family house in the 1930s, where it enjoyed a refreshing drink in the kitchen before chasing the cook and maids around the house.
We are a proud people, and our ways are mysterious.
The Order of St. Beryl
“The first thing we do, let’s kill all the movie reviewers.” William Shakespeare, Twitter, 1973.
But really he is a 40 year old obese, diabetic manchild…
But really he is a 40 year old obese, diabetic manchild who reviews movies at a somewhat passable level. He thinks his contributions to society are so great when he is literally amongst the least valuable members of society.
Seriously, is there any segment of humanity more worthless than movie (or literary) critics?* If you can do better, do it. If you can’t, STFU.
* OK, sociologists, actors and actresses, to name a few, but you get my point.
Speaking of RTSE:
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Speaking of RTSE:
. . . . . Return to Sustainable Earnings?
I rather like Russian Trans Siberian Express, and apparently Reliable Transfer Service Element is likely . . .
“Kirkwall Ball (or Ba’), or as I first read about it, Orkney Ba’, was one of the first stories that I discovered on the internet back in the early 90’s. AIUI it is played on a couple of islands there but was ruined by hipster tourists.”
As far as I can make out, it’s just the medieval village football that’s played in various places across Britain. They just happen to hold it at Christmas. At Ashbourne in Derbyshire, they play (between the Up’Ards and Down’Ards; Workington in Cumbria has Uppies and Downies) on Shrove Tuesday, which seems to be the most common date for these things.
“… and ring a bit hollow”
Aaaah, I see what you did there.
“While the mainstream dinosaur entertainment has gotten progressively worse, the critique industry has blossomed and is very often orders of magnitude more entertaining than the “entertainment” they review.”
I find myself spending vastly more time watching videogame “reviews” (it’s probably more correct to say “content”… ugh) than actually playing the things these days. And I haven’t seen a new movie in years.
Sam,
You probably already know this guy, but I enjoy Zero Punctuation / Ben Croshaw (in small doses).
Also, tangentially related to games: TierZoo.
Even though I haven’t played anything since failing to complete Portal many years ago.
the critique industry… is very often orders of magnitude more entertaining than the “entertainment” they review.
The mocking recaps and often-forensic parsing of Picard and Discovery, by RLM, Script Doctor, Critical Drinker, etc., were indeed more engaging than the series themselves. Which, as we’ve discussed, were often bewilderingly awful.
“Zombie Star Trek,” as Jen put it.
bewilderingly awful.
LOL. It was bad but I want another series to see if it gets even worse.
I find myself spending vastly more time watching videogame “reviews” (it’s probably more correct to say “content”… ugh) than actually playing the things these days.
That reminds me of the phenomenon of people spending less and less time reading literature and more and more time reading literary criticism.
It was bad but I want another series to see if it gets even worse.
It is theoretically possible.
That reminds me of the phenomenon of people spending less and less time reading literature and more and more time reading literary criticism.
I have been known to enjoy watching film trailer reaction mashup videos. Which is very modern of me, I think.
I have been known to enjoy watching film trailer reaction mashup videos. Which is very modern of me, I think.
That is almost certainly far more fun than reading a collection of lit crit essays.
That reminds me of the phenomenon of people spending less and less time reading literature and more and more time reading literary criticism.
For decades I have doubted that very many people actually read the books that they claim to have read. The near unanimous, nearly singular perspectives of the themes and such sounded a little too similar.
That is almost certainly far more fun than reading a collection of lit crit essays.
I don’t doubt it. Of course, by now this must all be terribly old hat and all the cool kids will be watching reaction mashup videos of people watching people watching film trailer reaction mashup videos.
all the cool kids will be watching reaction mashup videos of people watching people watching film trailer reaction mashup videos
😀
I wonder what it would be like to read your comment threads without reading your posts or the items you link to.
I wonder what it would be like to read your comment threads without reading your posts or the items you link to.
[ Sounds of spluttering indignation. ]
I wonder what it would be like to read your comment threads without reading your posts or the items you link to.
Wait, you’ve been reading all the comments? I’ve just been reading the categories list and about every tenth comment this whole time.
Speaking of RTSE:
. . . . . Return to Sustainable Earnings?
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The near unanimous, nearly singular perspectives of the themes and such sounded a little too similar.
Better or worse than coming to a text with preconceptions from literary criticism that are so strong that the actual text is smothered even when it’s read? Much as it’s arguably worse for someone to be a leftist so habituated by outright lies and opinion piece special pleading that he will rationalize *anything* contrary to narrative, than to be a “default leftist” who merely never becomes curious. Someone who’s “read something” but hasn’t read read it is less teachable than someone who’s merely heard a summary, IMO.
Imagine my irritation when in a college class it was taught that the One True Way of interpreting Turn of the Screw was that the governess was a madwoman and repressed. Nevermind that the ambiguity is a strength of the story. Nevermind that the timid and the flawed qualities in the protagonist & the desire to control and protect being stymied in the face of subtle evil are some of the core staples of Gothic fiction, undermining which *categorically* weakens the story. Nor even that the “sensitive” being able to see ghosts was a trope well understood by contemporary audiences. Nope. Mad young schizoid, end of.
I could make about as much sense as “proof!” that the “secret meaning” is the only legitimate one, if I were to say that Quincey Morris is an indictment of the macho posturing of the American Man and his zeal to save Lucy Westenra from Dracula is borne of motherliness; and that today he’d be recognized as a closeted transwoman.
To the credit of the man teaching the class, it was given us to read first “blind”, and only then spoiled by “and here’s the secret meaning!”. Although I suspect I was the only one to have previously been spoiled by reading Christabel and Poe and a compilation of Stoker’s other tales, to then be told “well, every trope you’re familiar with – discard it”. No.
On the other hand, Borges’ Sect of the Phoenix is most likely exactly what it appears (and what we discussed at the time): The Birds and the Bees talk in metaphor as religion. Although last I checked, the whimsy of lit crit had taken to abandoning even so simple an answer in favor of It’s About The Gay, Y’all.
I do begin to wonder: is there a market in rehabilitating Henry James’ governess for today’s market of Woman Can Do No Wrong? Given how many hoary tropes of lit crit are subject to being me-too-ed, it almost sounds like fun. Alt: the governess is evil because she interferes with the natural and loving attraction between an adult female ghost and a female child.
[ Sounds of spluttering indignation. ]
And the *next* level of meta would be to only read David’s comments on comments in the comment thread.
Wait, you’ve been reading all the comments?
Well, most of them. I generally skip over the ones from the HAL9000. But really, the comments are half the fun here. This blog is a joy to visit.
This blog is a joy to visit.
[ Slides microphone closer, activates open-reel tape recorder hidden under bar. ]
Sorry, didn’t quite catch that.
OK, sociologists, actors and actresses, to name a few, but you get my point
Just try getting into the acting profession. Try struggling your way through 3 years of acting school, that’s what I did. I did it in another country, and not in my native language. You haven’t the slightest idea how tough it is. It runs you through the meat grinder, and then you have to totally re-shape yourself. And then you have to take on the competition. There’s never a moment’s rest, and most never make it even halfway to the top.
Sorry, didn’t quite catch that.
[raises voice] I said, the henchlesbians have left me with PTSD and my knees haven’t been the same since the third session in the correction booth.
Just try getting into the acting profession.
Just try getting into the dairy farming profession. Try struggling through decades of building your herd, complying with arcane and seemingly arbitrary federal regulation, getting up before dawn every day to start a two to three times per day cycle of feeding and milking that never, ever ends. You haven’t the slightest idea how tough it is. Every day, you get covered in mud, dirt and shit, back-breaking work, and you can never, ever take a frigging vacation or a day off because the cows can never just pause being milked and they don’t make dairy farm babysitters and you can barely afford to hire enough help you trust to help you run the operation with you supervising it, no less be able to leave it alone for a week.
Cry me a river, actor.
That reminds me of the phenomenon of people spending less and less time reading literature and more and more time reading literary criticism.
During my stint on the newspaper copy desk, much of my time was spent reading the wires, including movie and book reviews. It’s only after I was forcibly retired and I started watching the movies that I realized how many of the reviewers were seeing entirely different movies than what I saw.
This practice has only gotten worse, as many younger reviewers have no knowledge of cinema history and are beset with woke politics. Rotten Tomatoes is their hive of scum and villeiny, and seeing their scores posted on Wikipedia as if their cumulative opinion matters should rightfully damage Wikipedia’s reputation as an unbiased source. [/rant]
I said, the henchlesbians have left me with PTSD
[ Holds up photo of henchlesbians as adorable babies. ]
The one on the left is Melody. Then Harmony, then Chastity, then Grace.
The shiny stuff is just the cloning gel.
Hmm..
Many moons ago I was acquainted with a young lady named Hope. She had sisters named Grace and Melody (IIRC).
Hope was an Olympic-class fencer.
Now, I can’t help but wonder.
(Except…I can easily see Hope henching for the right operation. But lesbian? I have my doubts.)
..younger reviewers…
a different, but also large, number of moons ago I was in conversation with a work colleague about film / movies. He seemed experienced and knowledgeable, certainly more than I was, but then…
I mentioned Kubrick’s Dr. Strangelove.
He had never seen it.
I was startled into silence. He and I had grown up in the US during the height of the cold war. In sight of the so-called Blue Cube in (what is now) silicon valley, widely believed to be a prime soviet target since it ran US Air Force satellite operations.
FYI, Mrs. the Fourth gets annoyed if I mention exactly how many moons ago anything happened. Hence the euphemistic evasions.
Mrs. the Fourth gets annoyed if I…
For God’s sake, don’t irritate the poor, dear woman.
[ Eyes Fred the Fourth up and down. ]
She puts up with a lot.