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.
armadillos
My first active duty battalion was 1-35 Armor (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/35th_Armored_Regiment) “Armadildos!” as some irreverent young officers would have and did disclaim so many years ago.
On my last active duty assignment which was at Fort Sill, I was talking to my battalion commander during a field problem in the Fort Sill maneuver area. We were standing on a road by a field and while talking to him, a single armadillo burst out from the tree line on the far end of said field and ran across that field making a beeline towards us. My CO saw the puzzled “WTF?” look on my face and he turned to watch the ‘dillo hop towards us.
Said ‘dillo got within 10 feet or so of us, finally saw us, and then spun around and ran back to the woodline from which it came. We looked at each other, shrugged, and resumed discussing whatever it was we were talking about while shaking our heads about that crazy ‘dillo.
This has little to do with anything, but it’s a war story of sorts. War stories demand to be told; if the audience is unappreciative, that makes it all the better.
And that armadillo’s name?
Jon Lovitz.
Must be quite a strain, though, having to contort your every thought to fit the proper ideology,
If you poke through Ms Kelly’s Twitter feed, it soon becomes apparent that a great deal of emotional energy has been invested in her stance. Denying the obvious consequences of fatness, and the signals that conspicuous fatness sends, seems to be an imperative. I very much doubt that any argument, any parsing of Ms Kelly’s statements, could result in anything but blocking or hostility. There’s no way in. Because she won’t allow it. As Burnsie noted upthread, the pursuit is of victimhood, not happiness. And so, elaborate, dogmatic, question-begging assertions are deployed precisely to avoid realism. And Ms Kelly does all this while admitting to being unhappy and indeed “hating” herself… for reasons that go unmentioned.
See also just about every other fat activist linked in this thread.
Basically, “fat activist” is just a fancy way of saying, “ludicrous, messed-up person.”
I mean, when you’re claiming that people not wanting their children to be fat means that they’re complicit in “white supremacy,” and when you’re blaming your own high blood pressure and assorted ailments on that same “white supremacy,” and not your own prodigious and loudly professed appetite for junk food, then the wagon has, quite clearly, veered off the road and into a ditch.
While quite clearly an idiot of the common-or-garden variety, I suspect Kelly is also making herself a useful one with this kind of nonsense.
A conceit of Marxoids of various stripes over the best part of the last 175 years has been the assertion that Capitalism, and with it Liberal Democracy and so on, will “inevitably collapse under the weight of their own contradictions.”
What Kelly (and other kinds of identitarian very much in the same mould) is doing is a kind of stress test for the idea of personal freedom and individual liberty (ideals Marxoids claim are a Capitalist hoax), pushing it to such an extreme that it can’t be seen as anything else as absurdly grotesque (something that logically must collapse under the weight of its own contradictions).
It’s as if she is saying:
“OK, you say I have freedom and individual liberty in America? But do I?
Unless I have the freedom to completely define myself and my own self-image howsoever I want and the freedom to change that definition and image to whatever I want whenever I want, how am I “free” to be an “individual”?
You complimenting someone on losing weight shows you were already defining them under your terms, not theirs.
QED – we don’t have freedom and individual liberty in America! Ha!”
I exaggerate for effect – but not by much.
And what she’s doing (unwittingly) is not stretching the ideals of personal freedom and individual liberty to their breaking point – it’s just the baseless assertion that what freedom and liberty mean are indistinguishable from solipsism.
Anyway, needless to say, Kelly will be as oblivious to this as she is to the toll her denial may be taking on her.
But that’s what makes her ideally suited to the role of ideological Kanonenfutter.
That.
And what she’s doing (unwittingly) is not stretching the ideals of personal freedom and individual liberty to their breaking point – it’s just the baseless assertion that what freedom and liberty mean are indistinguishable from solipsism.
What she is doing is not that different from what college professors, along with pop-pseudo intellectual celebrities like Abbie Hoffman and such have been doing for decades and decades. Why pick on her? Because she’s fat?
From experience, one in ten seems a fair estimate.
So, not that different from the average New Yorker?
That.
Ms Rashatwar, linked above, is a good illustration of the type. Her flair for displacing responsibility – say, by blaming her self-induced health issues on imaginary phenomena – is quite a thing. This denial of personal agency, and of routine adulthood, crops us continually in her outpourings. At one point, we’re told about her eating “the foods my body wanted to be able to eat,” as if she weren’t the one making choices, repeatedly, and shovelling doughnuts into her shopping trolley. Or posing for photos eating those doughnuts. Or boasting about how many doughnuts she can eat in one sitting.
It’s almost funny, the way so much of this intersectional posturing boils down to neoteny, an unattractively extended mental adolescence, in which even the most humdrum self-possession is anathema, a scandalous imposition.
so much of this intersectional posturing boils down to neoteny
I thought I just heard the sound of a hammer hitting a nail right on the head.
Why pick on her? Because she’s fat?
It would be a start.
It worries me how prescient 2000AD has proved.
Find something else to compliment.
“OK. You’re not as big a pain in the ass as you used to be.”
I know. It’s a gift.
After looking at all those flags I found:
The SuperStraight flag is just a beer-stained wife beater
tied to an old truck antenna.
–Bad News
The SuperStraight flag is just a beer-stained wife beater tied to an old truck antenna.
Despite the fact that “studies show” violence is more common in same sex relationships.
Richard Cranium: Used to, I ran (well, stumbled) with a rather more hard-drinking crowd than my cronies today, but some of our conversations produced moments of real charm. Random selection: a dispute of sorts over beer quality was winding down when someone, out of the blue, demanded to know “what was the limit of the northern range of the armadillo?” Silence ensued while this was processed, then my companion, with aplomb, explained it was the median of I-40. More silence, then, this being apparently accepted by all present as irrefutable, we returned to beer.
Some while later, having by some road returned to armadillos, one of the party was regaling us with stories about the dillos on his family ranch, who, despite their rather formidable claws, had only one real default defense mechanism. Invariably, he said, when approached, an armadillo’s only response was to hunker down and then, at the last possible moment before contact, to JUMP STRAIGHT IN THE AIR. We solemnly accepted this as plausible, given the all-too-familiar carnage on state roadways (see above) then the inevitable straight man in the back said mournfully, “Wonder what the little bastids might be thinking, with the headlights closing in and all…” We pondered, then came the magical response: “Oh, pleasepleasepleasepleasePLEASE let it be two motorcycles…”
The clown is a living cliche. Apologies to you lot over there on behalf of normal ‘Merkans.
“Apologies to you lot over there on behalf of normal ‘Merkans.”
Heh:
Apologies to you lot over there on behalf of normal ‘Merkans.
Prepare my galleons. We sail at dawn.
Prepare my galleons. We sail at dawn.
Not so fast there buckaroo, or we’ll send this twit* back to you.
Something of which we had dire shortage. I think we’re even on this one.
*(Feel free to substitute a vowel)
We sail at dawn
We may need to leave earlier…
Raiders of the Lost Ark star Karen Allen has defended the film from accusations that Indiana Jones engaged in pedophilia when he had an affair with an underage Marion Ravenwood.
Just so we’re clear here – the accusation which required defending is that a fictional character in a work of fiction is accused of an inappropriate relationship with another fictional character. The fictional character Indiana Jones was fictitiously born in 1899 and so his fictional relationship took place in 1925.
FFS 🤡
Meanwhile in the world of sport, courtesy of the bbc naturally:-
An Australian swimmer has withdrawn from upcoming Olympic trials, citing “misogynistic perverts” in the sport.
Madeline Groves, 26, said in 2020 she had complained “a few years ago” about an unnamed person in the sport who had made her feel uncomfortable.
In November and December 2020, she detailed her previous complaint on Twitter, saying she had raised concerns about a man who stared at her in her swimsuit and made her feel uncomfortable.
Get yer scorecards, can’t tell the players with out a score card !
Amazing thing is this came out of Oregon.
… a man who stared at her in her swimsuit and made her feel uncomfortable.
Problem solved.
“what was the limit of the northern range of the armadillo?”
How about the airspeed?
Not so fast there buckaroo, or we’ll send this twit* back to you.
How about we agree to have our fleets meet in mid-Atlantic to exchange clowns? You can have all of yours back and we will take ours back.
a man who stared at her in her swimsuit and made her feel uncomfortable
I hadn’t heard about that. Here’s a link:
“On November 30 last year Groves detailed she had ‘definitely’ made a complaint about a ‘person that works at swimming making me feel uncomfortable the way they stare at me in my togs’…’this weirdo staring at my tits when I’m trying to swim’.”
The coaches and officials definitely should not be staring at the young women, much less making sexual comments as she says one coach did. Professionalism is necessary. However, I have been told that a significant fraction of audience interest in women’s sports involves appreciation of beautiful young women in skimpy clothing. Audiences would decrease measurably if all the women wore burkas.
In November and December 2020, she detailed her previous complaint on Twitter, saying she had raised concerns about a man who stared at her in her swimsuit and made her feel uncomfortable.
However, has no problems posting on Instagram and posing in magazines in swimsuits.
Of course, only a misogynistic pervert would raise an eyebrow over the seeming contradiction, so I’ll just denounce myself now.
You can have all of yours back and we will take ours back.
How about we meet in the middle, put them on a barge with some MREs and bottled water, and let them figure it out from there. Being humanitarians, we can even give them some canvas, rope (not hemp, they’ll try to smoke it), and wood.
Pst314: Dump ’em over the side and we’ll each pick them up at our leisure.
Texan or Floridian armadillo?
How about we meet in the middle, put them on a barge with some MREs and bottled water, and let them figure it out from there.
I like how you think.
Dump ’em over the side and we’ll each pick them up at our leisure.
Nah, let ’em row their own way home. The exercise will do them good.
Laden or unladen arm and dill hoes ?
https://www.thedailymash.co.uk/sport/sport-headlines/volleyball-sold-out-201103163631
Re sporting ladies and their costumes.
Re sporting ladies and their costumes.
“Putting banknotes in an athlete’s waistband will get you thrown out of the stadium.”
Has anyone suggested adding pole dancing to the Olympics? Have they also reminded us that in the ancient Olympic games athletes competed in the nude?
Has anyone suggested adding pole dancing to the Olympics?
Yes.
How about we meet in the middle, put them on a barge with some MREs and bottled water, and let them figure it out from there. Being humanitarians, we can even give them some canvas, rope (not hemp, they’ll try to smoke it), and wood.
On balance, I’m not sure that worked out in our favour last time.
On balance, I’m not sure that worked out in our favour last time.
Fair point, though TBF, they didn’t go off the rails till recently, and it is not as if you guys up there and we down here are not beset with idiocy also.
Has anyone suggested adding pole dancing to the Olympics?
Yes.
I wonder what’s next after that. 🙁
I wonder what’s next after that. 🙁
Unpolluted Yoga, apologies and self denunciation in advance.
Sarge, What is cyber bullying?
Cyber-bullying can take many forms
> Repeated unwanted messages being sent to you
> Excluding others on-line
Well, seems they have that nicely tied up!
Thanks @Daniel
If I were to debase myself into being the kind of whiny little bitch most everyone else is, where would I go to report members of the government and/or the MSM for doing this to me or to people like me?
…a man who stared at her in her swimsuit and made her feel uncomfortable.
Because the Woke Lord knows that the human desire to compete in or observe sporting competitions has nothing to do with mate selection.
However, has no problems posting on Instagram and posing in magazines in swimsuits.
The man whom she complained of staring at her tits was selected against. The selection against preceded, not followed, the staring.
See? @Megaera knows how to tell a story that makes other people laugh. Well done.
an armadillo’s only response was to hunker down and then, at the last possible moment before contact, to JUMP STRAIGHT IN THE AIR.
I have heard that, too.
“Armadildos!”
Sounds like a joke I heard about a post-WWIII mutant of the same name which inhabited the bottoms of women’s dresser drawers. More unobtrusive than the mariguana, a grayish lizard which was rolled at both ends and emitted sweetish smoke that got into everything.
mariguana
Marichameleon?
Marichameleon?
For a moment I thought you were referencing Boy George – but no, his was only karma.
Boy George…heh.
Regarding IQ being often discussed here…via Ace…
https://youtu.be/9ByI9WeXp9g
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_VeYhFW4rY
Chameleons look like they’ve been snorting coke or sniffing glue.
Chameleons look like they’ve been snorting coke or sniffing glue.
Is there such a thing as Hunter Chameleons?
‘this weirdo staring at my tits when I’m trying to swim’
Judging from her photos, it didn’t take a lot to interest said weirdo.
Having done my share of swimming, it occurs to me to ask: unless this woman was the backstroke champ of the world how, exactly, was someone staring at her frontage at all? Because unless swimming has changed amazingly since I was last in the pool, you’re mostly face down and the only thing in your personal sight range is either the pool bottom or the lane ropes. Your frontal acreage is absolutely inaccessible to a spectator and you, yourself, must have the world’s most amazing vision if you can pick out a single person poolside and positively determine that he’s ogling you.
Unless, of course, she was talking about someone on the actual pool bottom staring up at the swimmers, which, in a competition (or just about anywhere, come to that) seems rather unlikely and certainly subject to complaint to the officials who don’t usually allow SCUBA equipment in racing venues.
I confess I am puzzled.
“Having done my share of swimming, it occurs to me to ask: unless this woman was the backstroke champ of the world how, exactly, was someone staring at her frontage at all?”
It’s after the swim, of course, when she’s out of the pool and talking to her manager, her body all wet and glistening and she starts to towel off and… Oh dear, I think I’m feeling faint.
her body all wet and glistening and she starts to towel off and…
[ Rummages under bar for spray bottle of hamster urine. ]
[ frantically rummages in pocketbook for business card of “human rights for pervs” lawyer ]
Checking the 2019 Swimming World Championship results I see no mention of her in any of the butterfly events nor even as an alternate (2 additional “alternates” are entered for a 4 person relay to make six total) on any of Oz’s free relay teams. At 26 years old, in a very competitive female sport where 16 year olds are setting world records, in probably the most competitive swimming country, both per capita and by media focus, in the world I can’t help but wonder if this isn’t a last gasp for attention.
I now see where former US champion Tracy Caulkins is heading some sort of “pervert” investigation in the US. I say we put them all in burkas. It’s the only real way to keep them safe.
I say we put them all in burkas.
There is a wide range of attitudes, from “don’t look at me at all” to “the more eyes the better and I’ll wear almost nothing to achieve that”.