Exemplary Beings
Time for a quick flick through Scary Mommy, where left-leaning ladies are “supporting each other through laughter and empowerment.”
But of course.
My current fixation happens to be a home invasion… My house is nigh on impossible, according to my husband, to break into. However, I can’t stop thinking about it.
No explanation is offered by the author, Elizabeth Broadbent, as to possible causes, but the fixation with “scary men breaking into my home” entails lots of weeping – “tears and breakdowns” are a recurring theme – and the purchase of many things.
My husband has had to buy any number of security items. A raging liberal who believes no one has any reason to own anything but a permitted shotgun for hunting, I’ve contemplated buying a pistol. These thoughts will not go away… So I down another Klonopin and wait.
Oh, come on. It’s Scary Mommy. You knew some kind of mood-stabilising medication would crop up sooner or later. Other unhappy preoccupations include recurring thoughts of an expired husband:
I laid in bed imagining different ways he could meet his demise.
And,
After the birth of my third son, I became convinced that his head would fall off.
Okay, then.
That’s when… they upped my meds.
At which point, readers may wish to ponder just how often ladies of the left feel a need to list their mental health problems, as if engaged in some kind of competition, while demanding that the rest of us aspire to their greatness, emulate their lifestyles, and do as they say.
Ms Broadbent’s other empowering contributions include Why My Ex and I Are Getting Matching Tattoos – it’s his birthday present, you see; and Why I Don’t Really Care If My Kids Drop an F-Bomb. In which we learn that while “fuck” and other epithets are fine for a nine-year-old, “ethnic slurs” and “misogynist slurs” are of course taboo. Ms Broadbent is, needless to say, quite pleased with her discernment on this matter. We’re also informed that the word uppity is “totally racist language,” regardless of context or intent, as is the phrase no can do.
Readers in search of further wisdom can learn, in some detail, of the looming age of “reusable toilet paper” – i.e., wiping your bottom with the remains of old T-shirts:
doing [a] wash every three to four days, for a family of six, you need about 100 wipes.
Inevitably, Ms Broadbent wants you to know her pronouns.
Update, via the comments:
Previously in Scary Mommy…
Why, one might think there were a pattern.
Speaking of women living in their own reality, this one uncovers a tool of the patriarchy that all this time I thought they were so I could see without strain in bright light and not get cataracts from the UV, though from her avatar I don’t think she really has anything to fear.
Your ways of making girls scream at parties are much more civilized than my ways of making girls scream at parties.
Our host has mentioned the phenomenon of The Blurting before, as well as the trials of keeping one’s mouth shut when the usual outrageous woke pieties are uttered. I just stopped keeping my mouth shut.
It really was something. Literal screaming.
It really was something. Literal screaming.
I’ve encountered that too.
Our host has mentioned the phenomenon of The Blurting before, as well as the trials of keeping one’s mouth shut when the usual outrageous woke pieties are uttered. I just stopped keeping my mouth shut. It really was something. Literal screaming.
My usual reluctance to cause a scene and derail social gatherings is, I think, being tested with growing frequency. And it’s hard to miss how the forbearance on my part, the routine courtesy, is rarely reciprocated by people who want me to know how terribly progressive they are. Their compassionate pieties being aired via the medium of loud selfishness.
Oh, and for newcomers, The Blurting.
https://www.city-journal.org/the-miseducation-of-americas-elites?
This is like Hemingway’s quip about how you go bankrupt – gradually then suddenly. Or like Douglas Murray’s quip that the danger of being a masochist is that one day you might meet a sadist who means business.
The selection of classic books for school curricula has leaned for decades towards reinforcing themes of the unique depravity of white men, their abuses as protectors of white women, their bad intent towards noble nonwhites. Antiwhite advocates are now saying ok then, it’s better if we pick the books for your children. And parents educated to believe that nothing in their ancestral culture is worth defending are now surprised to find themselves unable to defend anything in their ancestral culture.
Antiwhite advocates are now saying ok then, it’s better if we pick the books for your children.
The cultural, racial, psychological self-loathing – whether real or affected – is quite revolting, and by no means trivial. In a saner world, its propagators would be kept well away from children. Not employed to shape their worldviews while making them neurotic.
One more time. They are not good people. They do not mean well.
Good news, everyone, sort of back on topic, Apple has done a study with an earth shattering finding about women.
It is unclear if this finding includes any of the 112 genders* that might identify as women, or if a woman identifies as any of the referenced 112 genders whether the finding is invalid. Clearly Apple needs a government grant to clarify this point.
*(Someone is actually serious about that)
Apple has done a study …
So, did they think we’ve been lying all this time?
Next up: childbirth is hard.
True story: whilst laboring with my firstborn, my husband became concerned as the pain was causing me to vomit, as it was that intense. He went out of the room to find our darling Kathleen, my labor nurse who hailed from the Emerald Island. He said to her, “I’m really concerned about my wife’s pain.” Herself gave him the sunniest of smiles and replied, “That’s why they call it labor, darling.”
JFC on toast points. Obscure banjo player reads Andy Ngo’s book, so when the usual suspects have their usual hissy fits because someone seems to have left the reservation, banjo player shows he totally missed the point of Andy’s book.
banjo player reads Andy Ngo’s book,
Gosh, so very rock n’ rock. It’s tiresome watching these people crumple like paper cups.
It’s tiresome watching these people crumple like paper cups.
Yep, he’s not exactly in Hell’s Angels at Altamont territory.
It’s tiresome watching these people crumple like paper cups.
Yep, he’s not exactly in Hell’s Angels at Altamont territory.
On the other hand, it is easy to believe that public opposition to Antifa would get him blacklisted by a very large fraction of the music industry.
Apropos of nothing, other than tiresome, is your law school excessively white ?
Fear not, a brave professor delving into this problem critical to the survival of the world and who runs a website with the ironic URL, racism.org, tells us:
I don’t see how that could possibly go wrong.
parents educated to believe that nothing in their ancestral culture is worth defending are now surprised to find themselves unable to defend anything in their ancestral culture
That
It’s tiresome watching these people crumple like paper cups.
Maybe that’s the White Fragility we keep hearing about.
enact explicit race quotas for the “elimination [of] excess whiteness.”
Let’s aggressively encourage all Caucasians to see themselves as a monolithic ethnic bloc under threat. That’ll go well.
reluctance to cause a scene and derail social gatherings
A verbatim conversation at a similar party:
Me: “The Indians in that area-”
A Woke Person: “Indigenous.”
Me, a shit disturber: “Anyway, the Indians-”
A Woke Person: “*Indigenous*.”
Me, a shit disturber: “Redskins?”
A Woke Person: “OMG, *Indigenous*!”
Me, a shit disturber: “Painted savages.”
[ cacophony ensues ]
“Painted savages.”
[ Fetches rolled-up newspaper. ]
Bad Daniel. Bad Daniel.
Me: “The Indians in that area-“
I’ve had similar conversations. In one case I said, “why are you trying to remove the rights and franchise of the Indians?” I got a stammered questioning response then explained that in all treaties with the Crown and in all Acts of parliament indigenous peoples are called Indians. If not recognized as a status Indian they essentially lose all rights under said acts and treaties. So if you want to erase their existence stop calling them Indians. That shut her up.
[ Fetches rolled-up newspaper. ]
Daniel, the drinks are on me.
Me: “The Indians in that area-“
Next time, call the “natives” what they are – Siberian Russians*.
The Russkis didn’t get this idea from Sitting Bull.
*(If the Nat Geo link ask for an email, just make something up, it doesn’t appear to be checking)
“Painted savages.”
The second half of this, regarding the Guardian’s Emer O’Toole, seems relevant.
Let’s aggressively encourage all Caucasians to see themselves as a monolithic ethnic bloc under threat. That’ll go well.
A close friend has recently expressed his desire to stand in Walmart parking lots handing out copies of Doctor Seuss and screaming, “Blood and Soil! Blood and Soil!”
The second half of this, regarding the Guardian’s Emer O’Toole, seems relevant.
Indeed.
Got lost in that comments thread – good lord that Minnow guy was a tedious organism, but Steveaggedon was hilarious.
Me: “The Indians in that area-“
Daniel, a good read with lots of primary and secondary source annotations is Playing the Indian Card: Everything You Know About Canada’s “First Nations” Is Wrong by Stephen K. Roney. And for some local (to you and me) analysis, John S. Hagopian has written a thoughtful essay Joseph Brant vs. Peter Russell: A Re-examination of the Six Nations Land Transactions in the Grand River Valley. As you’ve, no doubt, experienced, the knowledge vacuum is great among those blathering on about unceded lands and stewards of the environment yada yada yada.
Me, a shit disturber: “Painted savages.”
https://ifunny.co/picture/damn-it-ben-you-can-t-go-around-calling-tusken-pp0i18qf5
But boy howdy, did they scream.
Our first mistake was giving them the vote. Our second mistake was giving them the internet. So physicists can communicate faster to advance the state of the art? Imagine plugging every woman in the world into the same giant, algorithmically-enhanced gossip circle.
Steveaggedon was hilarious
Isn’t that “Steve”?
Killshot:
Also, y’all remember when feminists and radical muslims were seemingly the worst scourges of society? Ah, the quaint Before Times.
Isn’t that “Steve”?
I think Steve E is a different commenter than Steve2: Steveageddon, but I could be wrong.
I think Steve E is a different commenter than Steve2: Steveageddon, but I could be wrong.
You’re right. I’m not Steveageddon. The lack of quickness and wit (in me) gives it away.
good lord that Minnow guy was a tedious organism
Yes indeed. Thankful he is gone.
Also, y’all remember when feminists and radical muslims were seemingly the worst scourges of society? Ah, the quaint Before Times.
That was merely the then-current iteration. Yesterday’s feminists are still far-left extremists, and yesterday’s radical muslims are just as radical–but now have positions in government as well as friends in the Democratic Party
a tedious organism
I’m sometimes surprised by how few trolls – and in Minnow’s case, sophist trolls – this place attracts. In fourteen years, I can think of literally a handful. Maybe it’s off the beaten track, or insufficiently glamorous.
[ Considers buying new, jollier curtains. ]
[ Considers buying new, jollier curtains. ]
Best not. I hear they’re attracted to jolly, welcoming places. Makes them hungry in an odd, malicious way.
Throw pillows. They seem to like throw pillows.
The future is throw pillows, my boy.
Edgar E. Hardbacker,
Illinois Pillow and Tool Works
Bad Daniel
Heh heh. As Steve E. knows, there’s an Injun Reserve not far from here, and I have socialized with a fair number of Possessors of the Sino-Siberian Genome. The only people who use the word “indigenous” are native race hustlers and baizuo. The Indians call themselves Indians. The Very Woke Person was a transplant to this area from Tranna (I know, I know, you’re shocked).
the drinks are on me.
Barkeep, a bit more of that floor cleaner you call whiskey. [ rattles glass ]
Not sure about this using of a rolled up newspaper, it does tend to give one a distorted view of the press.
Barkeep, a bit more of that floor cleaner you call whiskey. [ rattles glass ]
The Spectator keeps offering to send me a free bottle of gin if I subscribe. 😐
“Not sure about this using of a rolled up newspaper, …”
It’s normally used to give a fright to a young puppy that pees indoors. I suppose it could be used for dribbling drunks too?
@ pst314: Is the Spectator so bad that you need to have drunk a full bottle of gin to be able to read it?
Is the Spectator so bad that you need to have drunk a full bottle of gin to be able to read it?
A bottle of gin makes it easier to face the day’s news.
I hear they’re attracted to jolly, welcoming places. Makes them hungry in an odd, malicious way
What, the curtains?
What, the curtains?
I’m more interested in huge tracts of land…and gin.
Re-reading that “Minnow” thread, I had an experience I haven’t had for a few months. I started reading a comment, thought “who wrote this shit?”, scrolled down to see and – HAL!
And it’s hard to miss how the forbearance on my part, the routine courtesy, is rarely reciprocated by people who want me to know how terribly progressive they are. Their compassionate pieties being aired via the medium of loud selfishness.
LOL. That.
LOL. That.
But it does seem to be a pattern. It would not occur to me to gleefully derail and monopolise an otherwise pleasant social gathering, with strangers, people I don’t know, by randomly and incongruously announcing my political opinions, emphatically, at great length, and then expecting agreement or at least hushed deference.
And I don’t think I’m unusual in this regard.
It would not occur to me to…
How many younger people today know the meaning of the term “Bum’s Rush”? I suppose by now it’s been redefined as some kind of hallucinogen for vagrants.
I’m not fully comfortable with poking fun at the mentally ill. Of course, publishing their ‘thoughts’ in the first place is what places them in public view, without which there would be no temptation to point and laugh. So there’s plenty of blame to go around, not much of which really belongs to the mentally ill person.
And it’s hard to miss how the forbearance on my part, the routine courtesy, is rarely reciprocated by people who want me to know how terribly progressive they are.
I do wonder how the frequency of such pathologies varies between subcultures: Leftism clearly encourages/justifies it while simultaneously attracting those who already have such tendencies. At the same time, consider the social defects satirized by The Big Bang Theory, such as the fan who is proud of his growing collection of restraining orders. How often do writers of mysteries have such problems? Thrillers? Romances? Damned if I know.
I’m not fully comfortable with poking fun at the mentally ill.
As Ms Broadbent has made her own mental health pretty much her schtick and a basis for attention, noting its oddities is hard to avoid. The distinction between wokeness and neuroticism, and outright mental illness, isn’t always clear. And if such people want us to emulate their attitudes and presumed moral vastness, then I think the volunteered particulars are fair game. The larger issue, touched on above, is why so many ostentatiously ‘progressive’ ladies are, or seem to be, in a state of coming unspooled.
It doesn’t appear to be an entirely random phenomenon.
i’m not fully comfortable with poking fun at the mentally ill.
Hopefully this is said somewhat in jest. Once the mentally ill are making and influencing policy decisions for the population in general (see Biden’s new HHS, others), the niceties of treating them as victims instead of perpetrators becomes its own sin/vice. See link above regarding Idiot Compassion.