Two Approaches To Life
Ms Kelly’s outlook, seen below, seems rather fraught and a tad contrived.
And so, if a friend or colleague is trying to lose weight, which isn’t always easy, and this friend or colleague makes visible progress, then, naturally, you shouldn’t encourage them. Lest they press on and become happy. You see, according to Ms Kelly, our expert in such matters, “anti-fatness” – i.e., complimenting a friend or colleague for losing weight and achieving a goal – is “a perpetuation and enforcement of white supremacist beauty standards.” Sheer beastliness. If you must acknowledge the accomplishment at all, it seems you’re only allowed to do it in a curiously roundabout way – say, by talking about their shoes.
Other, perhaps more obvious approaches are of course available.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
“I’ve had luck with these feeds recently:”
Oh, cool. Thanks. Subscribed. He doesn’t seem to link to them on his page. (Unless I’m not looking hard enough, which wouldn’t be unexpected.)
Ms. Kelly has hidden her tweets from the rabble.
(Autocorrect wanted to change “Kelly” to “smelly.” Clearly the Apple company is fatphobic.)
“Gorge yourself at Elora Road Meats”
(A Wellington County pun. The lowest form of wit.)
Possums have been moving north over the years from the Lake Erie shore. Don’t be surprised if they hit the bill of fare along with the whistle pigs and porkiepicks.
Heh.
I’m not fatphobic; she’s trimphobic.
Change my mind.
Crabs in a bucket.
“How To Be Happy, The Intersectional Way!”
And these attitudes, while rather poisonous, are not at all uncommon among self-styled activists, for whom neuroticism and bizarre mental contortions are apparently routine.
Bet Ms Kelly is great at those passive aggressive leftist ‘gentle reminders’ too.
Must be quite a strain, though, having to contort your every thought to fit the proper ideology, so that you can’t even express something honestly for fear it will offend someone – ‘nice shoes’, indeed!
Must be quite a strain, though, having to contort your every thought to fit the proper ideology,
Well, yes. And so, unhappy people with neurotic inclinations contrive and propagate an ideology that affirms and reinforces those neurotic inclinations. Not exactly a recipe for long-term contentedness. Again, I don’t generally care how chunky a person is. I don’t regard it as my business. But the mental contortions of self-styled fat activists warrant some attention.
Overall people take too many showers and baths – some twice a day. It destroys your skin as bathing/showering and using lots of soap takes away the protective layer of oil on your skin.
When my boys were little they developed a bit of eczema. The doctor (who also had small boys) asked how often I bathed them (every day) and washed their hair (once a week). The prescription was to bath them every day with minimal soap and to only wash their hair when they smelled like the dog. It worked.
Please update your files accordingly.
OTOH, at the rate they keep adding crap to that, they might as well use a Jackson Pollock painting and call it quits.
Slightly relevant, my niece wouldn’t eat the eggs produced by my sister’s chickens, because “they came out of a chicken’s bum.” Sometimes I think you can take this city dwelling too far.
Sometimes I think you can take this city dwelling too far.
Nice to have relatives who farm.
Must be quite a strain, though, having to contort your every thought to fit the proper ideology
Which might partly account for the higher reported frequency of neurosis in liberal women.
…”they came out of a chicken’s bum.”
A combination rectum, urethra, and vagina.
The stupidest person in the world was caveman Har Bol who saw an egg come out of a proto-chicken’s cloaca and thought that would be a good thing to eat. The smartest guy was Har Lan who thought frying the proto-chicken was the better COA.
Your niece sounds like a very smart girl not to eat the damn things.
Reflections on the BBC and its soft spot for communism:
https://capx.co/the-bbc-should-be-ashamed-of-its-whimsical-portrayal-of-british-communism/
Har Lan who thought frying the proto-chicken
Don’t forget his cousin, Har Sam, for making said chicken into a very popular sandwich…
For those of you with a Vexillology fetish, I did a little research on the meaning of the colors, etc. on the (insert something here) pride flag. Unbeknownst to you troglodytes apparently is that there are many, many pride flags. Unfortunately this link does not have the one in Muldoon’s link, but here you go. I doubt you’re curious but I will tell you anyway, my favorites are:
Lesbian labrys pride flag
“Progress” pride flag (I like how Progress is in scare quotes)
Demisexual pride flag
Straight ally pride flag
https://www.health.com/mind-body/different-pride-flags-what-they-represent
For those of you with a Vexillology fetish,
[ Puts down tarpaulin, fetches balloons, baby oil and glitter. ]
Oh wait. My bad.
Unbeknownst to you troglodytes apparently is that there are many, many pride flags.
They left out this one. I believe this orientations is also called “Idonwannabamgmyweirdgfnomo”.
A more complete list of flags, but as I said, this has it all covered.
Meanwhile, getting back to possums, we find why armadillos are armored.
Rightwing blogger launches gofundme for AOC’s Puerto Rico grandmother in latest personal attack
What a complete bastard! Does their evil know no bounds?
on the (insert something here) pride flag
I do believe I’ve maxxed out the numbers of fucks I have to give for all this nonsense of who wants to insert what where, whether or not they have something to insert, or who they do or do not wish to insert with. And that was before they started involving me in how they wish to be referred to when I am talking about them when they are not around to hear it. I’m done. It’s too much work, and life is too damned short to care about all this inserting and not inserting stuff. All these damned flags of specialness for an increasingly-fractured spectrum of navel-gazing. And while Jackson Pollock’s paint dribbles are a good visual representation of what the BLTQWERTYC++ flag is becoming, I think a better represtentation might be found in our gracious host’s archives. If I remember correctly, he featured some “art” by a woman who drank colored milkshakes and vomited the result onto a sheet.
all this inserting and not inserting stuff
Ah, yes. I fondly remember my youth filled with lots of inserting stuff. Now, not so much.
he featured some “art” by a woman who drank colored milkshakes and vomited the result onto a sheet.
Actually, Ms Brown “explores the relationship between music and performance art via self-induced vomiting.”
Cripes. Ten years ago. Ten bloody years.
Actually, Ms Brown “explores the relationship between music and performance art via self-induced vomiting.”
Ah yes – I had suspected there was a performance art aspect to the work, but it must have slipped my mind. As did the excretions of Professor Keith Boadwee, whose colonic evacuations were featured at the link and who, come to think of it, may be better-equipped at making the new, all-inclusive (insert something here) pride flag.
I’ll report myself to the Correction Booth forthwith.
Was someone talking about meat marketing just now?
https://www.facebook.com/Brokenheadsausage/
Interestingly, Brokenhead Sausage is (or was, last time I was there) directly across the street from the Sobering Funeral Home in Beausejour, Man.
Sadly, the meat packers at Seven Persons, Alta., are now trading as Premier Sausage. They originally used the name Seven Persons Sausage.
Here in Calgary there was for many years a business, with a prominent sign that was a landmark on the Trans-Canada Highway, called “Meat Liquidators”. You really felt confident buying meat there. They’re gone now, but in a way the tradition continued at the business up the road now called Cargill Protein, but which stood for years as “Cargill Meat Solutions”.
on the (insert something here) pride flag
At the risk of repeating myself, I really must insist that their standard 3′ by 5′ flags consist of 17 vertical inches of pink, 17 of blue, and then whatever sort of rainbow goodness they want to squeeze into the 1-inch stripe in the middle. I feel it might provide a useful perspective to the noisy activists, showing them how the vast majority of their neighbors feel about their ever-more-specific slicing and dicing of an already tiny sub-group.
insert something here
Band name.
[ Slides bowl of grey peanuts along bar towards Jen. ]
There is no way to do it that doesn’t imply that their body was less worthy when it was bigger/softer.
This is nonsense, of course. There is no such thing as less or more worthy. It’s an all-or-nothing quality. If you can lift Thor’s hammer, you are worthy. If you can’t, you are not worthy. There is no in between.
Cripes. Ten years ago. Ten bloody years.
Just think what you could have done with all that time to make your momma proud. Well…anyway we appreciate you. So there’s that…
Well…anyway we appreciate you. So there’s that…
That’s a comfort.
[ Peers over spectacles. ]
“Member of floor staff to aisle three, please. That man is calling the egg cartons neo-Nazis again.”
So, everyone, just what fraction of Scots are psychotically nationalistic?
(A Wellington County pun. The lowest form of wit.)
I used to joke to the barmaids when frequenting certain establishments in Guelph, Elora and Fergus that the last thing I wanted was a pint pulled out of a Wellington boot….
can’t believe that a) the brewery choose that as their marketing hook and b) they’re still in business.
just what fraction of Scots are psychotically nationalistic?
Fewer, gradually.
See that totalitarianism – we invented thaaaat!
I’m all for hunting and eating what you kill, but armadiloes carry leprosy, so I don’t recommend racing them or eating them.
The aversion to deformity is innate–and 400 lbs sure looks like deformity. It is not a turn-on in general. It is also very very unhealthy but keeps lots of docs in business.
Nothing to see here, just a bookshop glorifying the idea of criminal damage:
https://twitter.com/AnyAmountBooks/status/1402335188886110208
Which means that I shall no longer buy any books from them.
Fewer, gradually.
“If it’s not Scottish fascism, it’s crap!”
Nothing to see here, just a bookshop glorifying the idea of criminal damage:
Are you sure they’re not merely trolling to get attention?
Glass House much?
I’m all for hunting and eating what you kill, but armadillos carry leprosy…
Some armadillos.
There are only about 150 cases of leprosy in the US annually, and only about 50 of those with no known contact with an individual with leprosy, or travel to an endemic area, so the threat from armadillos is really negligible. In any event, unlike the olden days, Mycobacterium leprae is easily treated with antibiotics. Lousy pets, good eatin’.
“If it’s not Scottish fascism, it’s crap!”
Non-Scottish fascism is the work of the Pentaverate.
Glass House much?
That definitely looks like trolling.
Nothing to see here, just a bookshop glorifying the idea of criminal damage:
*speaks in normal conversational voice* “Buzz off, Crisco-breath; If I want any advice on weight-related matters, it won’t be from somebody with their own palpable gravitational field.”
Looking back, I kind of wish that somebody had stolen Abbie Hoffman’s book royalties.
Are you sure they’re not merely trolling to get attention?
It’s certainly possible that it may be a joke or a troll. But we live in such stupid times that I’m inclined to think they’re serious.
Are you sure they’re not merely trolling to get attention?
Scrolled through their feed. Apologized to customers scared off by “anti-vaxxers” protesting outside, and reminding you that they “follow the science” and require masks. [eyeroll]
Tone-deaf, definitely, but since they’re in London they’re
probablydefinitely left-wingers.“So, everyone, just what fraction of Scots are psychotically nationalistic?”
The Nats won about 48% of the vote in the recent election. Which is terrifying in itself, as can be seen from that Dankula video linked by Karl, however I’m prepared to accept that they’re not all actually psychotic monomaniacs. From experience, one in ten seems a fair estimate.