Pronouns Were Stipulated
And over at the University of Alberta:
As an academic drag queen, Tommy is uniquely embodied in their scholarship and praxis of teaching and learning and has authored numerous peer-reviewed publications, including their forthcoming co-edited collection of essays on RuPaul’s Drag Race as it relates to teaching and learning.
Tommy, we’re told, has a “decolonial, anti-racist, and equity-driven intersectional vision,” which is just the ticket, apparently. For an Executive Director of a Centre for Teaching and Learning. At a university with serious budget problems and supposedly gripped by austerity. Our cross-dressing educator will nonetheless bring to bear “strategies and resources for positive engagement with gender pronouns,” while prompting the less enlightened to “reflect on whiteness, marginalisation, trauma, and continued struggle.” Against reality, one assumes.
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“Same-sex partner (also named Tommy)”
I suppose the trick is to try to be philosophical as we sinks beneath the waves, at least there will be a many pronged comedy act to keep us amused.
“Same-sex partner (also named Tommy)”
For some reason, this came to mind.
Tommy are rather full of themselves, aren’t they?
Does Tommy speak of themselves in first-person singular or first-person plural? Does Tommy say “I” or “we”? I’m reminded of Mark Twain’s dictum that the use of “we” for individuals should be limited to kings, editors, and people with tapeworms.
“We are #UAlberta!
Dedicated to excellence and uplifting the whole people.”
I’m not convinced. I’ll need to see more evidence of that.
See, this is why I don’t fear living in a cardboard box beneath a highway overpass in my old age. There is always employment for the outrageous and with a strong imagination, I’m sure I can think up something.
Academic drag queen.. I recall a moment in time when Chaz Bono, Cher’s spawn, was still Chastity Bono and described herself in an interview as a “lesbian activist.” And I thought to myself, how does one get a job like that? What training or credentials does one need to be employed as a lesbian activist? Is there a certification or degree for it offered somewhere?
Perhaps I should just transcend all of that and simply declare myself to be God. Not a gif, but God. No sense in wasting time.
And my first act as the Almighty is to do away with autocorrect.
“A god”, not gif.
Does Tommy speak of themselves in first-person singular or first-person plural?
Apparently neither, from the slide deck:
Unless he is having a psychotic break, I am not entirely sure why there would be a reason for him to refer to himself in the third person unless he is the secret great-grandson of Countess Anastasia.
Not exactly a mystery why, poor dog, and isn’t he assuming the dog’s pronouns ?
Who can argue with scholarship like that ?
As one twitter response says, “Professor of Narcissism Studies, perhaps?”
And my first act as the Almighty is to do away with autocorrect.
The gods, they mock us.
As one twitter response says, “Professor of Narcissism Studies, perhaps?”
The university does seem to be trying to elevate self-involvement to the status of Deep Thought.
And insofar as drag queens are funny, or meant to be funny, to adults, it’s because they’re lurid and grotesque. That’s the whole point, the customary intention. It’s a bizarre and ugly parody of femininity. So, I can’t help wondering how the intersectional calculus is supposed to work here, or how the drag thing squares with wider pretensions of being terribly right-on. Are female students – including, one assumes, feminists – supposed to approve? And what if they don’t?
In other cross dressing news: https://twitter.com/godblesstofu/status/1410193378109706241?s=21
Mr Newman walks among us.
Someone fetch my pearls.
Alas, not for long…real life beckons once more. 🙁
In other cross dressing news:
“It’s just a dick, deal with it” is rich coming from feminists who fly into a rage if men even glance at them in the supermarket.
Did I say “rich?” I meant “psychotic.”
My pronoun is ‘sir’. That does in most circumstances I can think of.
The evidence of the utter corruption of ‘peer review’ grows every day.
As do the gifs.
For some reason, this came to mind.
Oh gosh, remember when Steve (Steveageddon) was still here and was able to do the double: wither Minnow with a single sentence, and reduce the rest of us to helpless giggles? Blissful times…
What the heck is an “academic drag queen”?
Which leads me to wonder: in Intersectional Grievance Poker, who holds the better hand – black or trans? Pretty much all the others have been sidelined by these two.
Meanwhile, the US forces continue their decline:
https://taskandpurpose.com/news/air-force-fitness-test-walking/
Unfortunately, when the enemy engages you, you don’t always have the luxury of “choosing your own adventure.”
For those who like to keep track of these things, I should start watching the final season of Bosch this evening. Hopefully, it’ll be an improvement on season six, which showed a noticeable dip in quality.
Unfortunately, when the enemy engages you, you don’t always have the luxury of “choosing your own adventure.”
These people are f*****g morons. From Biden on down to any fitness or DI instructor who goes along with this bullshit. Careerism is no excuse here. You won’t have much of a career if you’re dead because a fellow soldier/airman/whatever can’t do the minimum of their job. Of course our military is thinking it will only need desk jockeys who operate drones and robots from remote locations, so really what does it matter, eh? Maybe they’re right but wars/conflicts have a funny way of not playing out according to “experts” expectations. I was feeling better lately but the closer we get to the Fourth, my second favorite holiday after Thanksgiving…which itself the leftist scum managed to ruin, the more bloody depressed I am getting. Is it me or has there been a slight uptick in stories about turning our military into pussies the last week or two?
The evidence of the utter corruption of ‘peer review’ grows every day.
Well, you couldn’t have the ravings of halfwitted narcissistic mentalists and perverts reviewed by real academics, could you? Then it wouldn’t be a peer review.
which showed a noticeable dip in quality.
I’ve been watching Route 66. The last two episodes were directed by Sam Pekinpah and Robert Altman. Guest stars have included Robert Duvall, Robert Redford, Lee Marvin, Keenan Wynn, Walter Mathau, E. G. Marshall, Rod Steiger. The camera work could more accurately be described as cinematography. The 60s morality is a little corny but that’s viewed through jaded eyes. So by comparison most of what gets made today is a noticeable dip in quality.
Oh, and last night I watched the finale of The Haunting of Hill House. It wasn’t entirely successful, I thought, and felt somewhat removed in tone from previous episodes. After a promising opening (who’s banging on the door?, etc), it sagged a little, lost some deftness and economy, and relied too heavily on lengthy, overwrought speeches. At times, the drama was tripping over the florid dialogue. I didn’t mind the (sort-of) happy ending, but overall, it was a little underwhelming, given some of what preceded it.
As usual, over at Spiked, Brendan O’Neill is spot on regarding the “Wi Spa” affair:
Trans people cannot know what it is like to “really” be a woman if they start out as a man. They want to become what they imagine women are like, but as we see in most cases they have wildly exaggerated ideas of feminine appearance, behavior, sexuality, and culture. What they become is a parody, a distortion, of being female. This is especially true when they haven’t had surgery. No women sashay around like that or put on tons of makeup like that. There is no connection to reality. And when they still want to have sex with women, it shows even further how they have no idea what women are like.
But can he play a mean pinball?
I should start watching the final season of Bosch this evening
SPOILER: There’s too much Maddie.
SPOILER: There’s too much Maddie.
At least that fits the main plot, unlike the “incel” cop sub-plot which added not a damn thing.
There’s too much Maddie.
She’s not really a load-bearing character, or actress. I’d prefer more Honey Chandler.
O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, go away”;
End of poem.
Good news everyone, a victory for plastic surgery, artificial endocrinology, and makeup.
A bit of an understatement, though I’d put my money a virtue signal brighter than the sun.
Intersectional grievance poker.
I started compiling a league table with the Chinese government in first place followed by Ilhan Omar but quickly realised that to continue with the exercise was to risk having my collar felt (not I hasten to add by our broad-minded host).
By the way, some time in the last three days, this site had its 15,000,000th visitor.
So, er, yay.
By the way, some time in the last three days, this site had its 15,000,000th visitor.
Maybe my wife is right, I am spending too much time on this thing.
[ Rummages under bar. A bin liner rustles. Emerges with cake. ]
By the way, some time in the last three days, this site had its 15,000,000th visitor
You need some Golden Arches behind the bar.
[ Grabs handful of grey sponge, promptly dolloped onto paper plate. ]
Excuse fingers.
Enriquez “is redefining what it means to be a woman”
There’s a Lou Reed/ Ray Davies combo there…
Excuse fingers.
Er…at least the grey sponge cake isn’t self-ambulatory, unlike the sausage roll that lurks around these parts.
Regarding that beauty contest winner, he’s not redfining what it means to be a woman. He’s not even redfining what it means to be beautiful, since that’s already gone down that road for actual women long ago. With as much plastic surgery, hormone cocktails, and troweled on makeup as he has, I could win beauty contests too. I’m with Muldoon on this one – supernova virtue signal. Besides – weren’t Beauty Contests a Thing of the Past in the age of Me Too and Feminism? So it could also be a last gasp at relevance too.
Intersectional grievance poker.
Maybe We Shouldn’t Go Back to Normal
“Normal has always been a perilous reality.”
By Bri M.
https://www.thenation.com/article/society/covid-back-to-normal/
“LOS ANGELES—I have never been normal. As a Black, disabled, trans person, I live on the margins of society.”
My money is on this guy. Er, woman. Er, self propelled hermaphrodite ?
Er…at least the grey sponge cake…
He didn’t say it was a cake…
Nikita Khrushchev makes an appearance in the Ohio House of Representatives.
Tough decision on who to root for.
“Chastity Bono… described herself in an interview as a ‘lesbian activist.’ And I thought to myself …What training or credentials does one need to be employed as a lesbian activist? Is there a certification or degree for it offered somewhere?”
I believe there is an oral exam.
I believe there is an oral exam.
You’ve got to lick it to pass?
*ducks*
BTW, who wants some Jello Pudding?
You’ve got to lick it to pass?
Or, pass it to lick?
[ Grabs Puddin’ Pop. Grabs coat. Heads for the door. ]
The U of A is my Alma Mater. I graduated LLB 1978.
It was an asshole leftist shitehole then, never changed, is now and will be forever and ever amen.
Nuke it from orbit, just to be safe.
Speaking of educators, I’ve just been watching the candidate forum for my local School District election (it’s a thrill a minute here at Chez DeWynter), with the five people running answering questions put in by audience members. About 5 minutes in came one about CRT potentially being added to the curriculum.
Candidate 1: “It’s terrible, this is why it’s terrible, and I utterly oppose allowing it to poison our children.”
Candidate 2: “We’ve all gotten more emails about this than any other topic, but I don’t care what my constituents want and won’t research it or take a position until I absolutely have to.”
Candidates 3-5: “We’ll rubberstamp whatever the State Board sends us.”
I’d never heard of Candidate 1 before this week and am now willing to crawl over broken glass to vote for him.
I, Hypocrite deserves some kind of award for documenting just how often the ostentatiously woke have mental health issues.
He calls it “depression checking.”
He must have done several hundred by now. And as a result, if you see, say, a left-leaning journalist boasting in print of how she’d expose her children – an 8-year-old and a toddler – to fetishists and exhibitionists, complete with whips, leashes, ball-gags and studded leather thongs, because she thinks this makes her look sophisticated among her fellow leftists, then you can be fairly confident that tweets about depression, therapy and/or suicidal thoughts won’t be hard to find.
I’d never heard of Candidate 1 before this week and am now willing to crawl over broken glass to vote for him.
I imagine this is the kind of thing parents will be obliged to do with increasing frequency. Quite a lot hinges on it.
There’s too much Maddie.
I’m only one episode in, but I have a vague suspicion this may be another season six.
I’m only one episode in …
Oh boy, are you in for a surprise.
I’m not going to spoil it for you, but there is one particular subplot involving two police officers that … well, you’ll see.
Oh boy, are you in for a surprise.
A “Puppy-for-Christmas” surprise, or a “That-stain’s-never-coming-out” surprise?
Definitely the latter, not the former.
At least, that’s how it struck me (although perhaps might not even notice it?)
although perhaps might not even notice it?
[ Splutters indignantly, falls out of chair. ]
That-stain’s-never-coming-out” surprise?
Hmm. I always had good results from Bosch. We’re talking dishwashers, no?
Over at Tim Worstall’s, the Guardian is Guardianing.
Over at Tim Worstall’s, the Guardian is Guardianing.
OK, she is cheesed because now you have to pay £1.46 for a week’s access to use the pond, but body recovery isn’t cheap.
77F, or as we call it, a cool day.
Meanwhile back in academia, you can pay for 11 years of pond access with your “Anti-Racist Liberatory Pedagogy Academy” stipend.
Speaking of dead bodies, the course features noted cop killer Assata Shakur, now enjoying the anti-racism of Cuba.
OK, she is cheesed because now you have to pay £1.46 for a week’s access to use the pond
Note the careful omission of the actual sums involved, as mentioning them would undermine the entire premise of the article.
Needless to say, the Guardian has a history of omitting pertinent facts in order to inspire resentment in its readers.
Note the careful omission of the actual sums involved…
Apparently the 1.46 Imperial Dollars is wrong, now swimming sessions are charged at £4.05, or £2.43 for a concession whatever the latter means in American.
I suppose if one were swimming daily that might be a bit pricey, but I doubt many are, and in any event is probably no more than the gal in the article blows on coffee daily.
I suppose if one were swimming daily that might be a bit pricey,
A season ticket results in a cost of £2.42 a week, or £1.46 a week for low-income concessions, which is hardly a sound basis for indignation.
In addition to the above concessions for the unemployed and people on low incomes,
People who help out with occasional volunteering also get free swimming. Again, this doesn’t strike me as the last word in cruelty.
A season ticket results in a cost of £2.42 a week…
Thanks, I didn’t notice your link at the bottom of mine which I mistook for something official, and I do now know what “concessions” means in hot dog lingo, so I got that going for me.
The people likely to pay full price – all four quid of it – are casual, spur-of-the-moment visitors, i.e., not the people complaining in the article. Hampstead, for readers overseas, is known for its concentration of wealthy people and millionaires, its eye-watering house prices, and “Hampstead liberalism,” a variation of champagne socialism.
Even now the greatest of all Hampstead thinkers and fount of left-wing prejudice, Mrs Dutt-Pauker, will be reflecting on this unjustness as she looks out over the Heath through the tall drawing room windows of her fine white mansion, Marxmount.
She’s not really a load-bearing character, or actress.
I can’t be the only one who finds Madison Lintz annoying, then, and the major weakness of what has otherwise been A Very Good Thing (season 6 notwithstanding).
She seems to have four stock facial expressions: annoyed/angry (furrows brow and pouts); mildly surprised (eyebrows skywards, mouth slightly opens); confused but still willin’ (eyes slide to the right, mouth slightly opens then sets firmly); generically happy (wide-eyed and smiling). Her posture is often stiff and awkward, too. What might once have been slightly endearing in the early days, when Maddie was a traumatised teen trying to cope with her mother’s death and an enforced move to Harry’s House, is just plain irksome now that the character has aged a little. Ms. Lintz is evidently a very limited actress.
It’s probably the right time to end it- Mrs. Oik and I both reckon we can see the shark’s fin in the water ahead, and the engine is revving up…
I can’t be the only one who finds Madison Lintz annoying, then, and the major weakness of what has otherwise been A Very Good Thing (season 6 notwithstanding).
I don’t find her annoying, but I don’t think she’s a particularly gifted actress, no, or charismatic. She does seem rather limited in her range. And season six definitely fell short of the usual standard. I’m not entirely sure why, but it may be the lack of interplay between the parallel threads. It felt… perfunctory. It’s the one season I haven’t bothered to watch again.
That’s that bugger done. Should materialise just after midnight.
So…I’ll play a little Devil’s Advocate here…here being 4200 miles away from the mythical sounding land of Hamstead Heath…as the crow flies…assuming you can find a crow so inspired…whatever a Heath is…presuming it’s as stupidly wealthy as you say, and assuming I were wealthy enough to live there comfortably…I do kinda get why I might be a little…arsed as y’all say…to pony up a measly fist of quid to use something I previously used for no charge (note, I didn’t say free as nothing is free). The bother of futzing with such a small sum seems silly for such a well to do locale. Makes me wonder if it isn’t more of a jobs program or make-work for some gubbermint clowns to employ more gubbermint dependents to collect and track that new income flow. Similar to something I have been repeating as often as possible lately, it’s not the taxing (or in this case fees) it’s the spending.
Not that such specifically is this young lady’s complaint but then we were all stupid 20-somethings at one time. Maybe she has responsible parents (bwahahahaha …I kill me) who put her on an allowance. And this Guardian article was written for a much broader audience than the well off. But again, I’m 4200 miles away so…grain of salt.
And there was much rejoicing
[ Slumps across desk, emotionally spent. ]
[ Slumps across desk, emotionally spent. ]
[ Slides paper plate with dollop of grey sponge on it towards the spent host. ]
That oughtta perk ye up. I think…
[ Slides paper plate with dollop of grey sponge on it towards the spent host. ]
[ Peers over spectacles. ]
Makes me wonder if it isn’t more of a jobs program or…it’s the spending.
Embrace the power of and…what with dredging the dead bodies out and all, according to this Guardian article (I know), it costs nearly 750,000 Imperial Dollars to maintain the ponds, not counting the newly added lifeguards and health and safety crap because of the dead bodies.
Government being government, they’ll get their spondilux one way or the other, either direct fees, or jack up taxes somewhere else.
Tommy is uniquely embodied in their scholarship and praxis of teaching and learning
Praxis? That just means practice. I really think they keep working to come up with obscure words for simple ideas in order to keep people confused and off-balance about what they’re really pushing.
Just when you thought the lockdowns, masks, and other silliness was coming to an end, Radioactive Mutant Hybrid Boars
No word if this is the alpha, beta, or gamma variant.
Praxis? That just means practice. I really think they keep working to come up with obscure words for simple ideas in order to keep people confused and off-balance about what they’re really pushing.
I vaguely recall hearing that “praxis” has a particular meaning in Marxist circles. Maybe someone can confirm/disconfirm that?
a particular meaning in Marxist circles
I’m guessing it stands for “the lies we tell.”
According to this…
I.e., standard commie arglebargle, applied to everything including doing the dishes.
According to this…
So, “praxis” means “practice” but with a revolutionary purpose. That sounds about like what I think I heard.
Thanks, Farnsworth.
No word if this is the alpha, beta, or gamma variant.”
Omega Mu.
They know how to party.
Heh.
An idiot offers idiotic opinion.
Combining the radioactive boars thing and the Marxist lingo thing,
I used to read a nifty little journal called “Isotopenpraxis”.
For relaxation. Yeah. That’s the ticket.
(Physics library, too floor, LeConte Hall. Still my #1 favorite on the list of small libraries at UC Berkeley.)
Hey. That sponge just stole my beer. Wtf.
It’s probably the right time to end it- Mrs. Oik and I both reckon we can see the shark’s fin in the water ahead, and the engine is revving up
Chicago Fire seems to be reaching that point. It’s become progressively more soap-opera-y over seasons 5-6, to the point that it’s no longer quite so unvarnished a positive experience. The “cheaters never prosper” theme has taken a bit of a beating. It remains based, though; after four seasons of allowing his shrewish paramedic wife to control all the important decisions in their marriage, the passive firefighter finally puts his foot down. She responds by ****ing off to Puerto Rico, permanently. He promptly begins banging her hotter, blonde, blue-eyed partner.
A friend’s verdict on his time at U of A ca. 1984: “Many avant-garde types wearin’ it like a badge.”
although perhaps might not even notice it?
Consider it noticed. It would be nice if they could give Grace Billets something to do that didn’t entirely revolve around her being a woman and/or lesbian. I mean, if almost every narrative reason for the character to be there involves the supposed woe and injustice of being female and gay, what you end up with is a dull, rather miserable character.