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For newcomers and the nostalgic, more items from the archives:
Please Update Your Files And Lifestyles Accordingly.
Natan Last is a “fitful poet,” a Brooklynite, and a graduate of Columbia. Also, he will save us.
The world of woke crossword-puzzlers – because that’s a thing that exists – is one in which enthusiasts, via social media, grumble about white men, bemoan the insufficient prominence of “queer or POC colloquialisms,” share “off-colour jokes about hypothetical titles for a Melania Trump memoir,” and fret about the exact ratio of male and female names used as clues. Because a lack of “gender parity” in crossword puzzle clues constitutes one of “the systemic forces that threaten women.” Crossword puzzles can do that, apparently.
A woe is invented. A solution is discovered.
Gratuitous drama and “drenching guilt” aside, I’m not entirely sure why hiring a cleaner should obviously be more fraught than hiring, say, a gardener or roofer… But for the kind of middle-class feminist who as recreation writes for the Observer, life is apparently an endless moral torture inflicted by minor, everyday events, or at least an exhausting theatre of pretending to be tortured by minor, everyday events. Which of the two constitutes a more harrowing and nightmarish existence, I leave to the reader.
And somewhat related,
Telepathy Not A Thing, Women Hardest Hit.
Feminist titan Gemma Hartley bemoans the chore of getting her multiple bathrooms cleaned by someone else.
It’s been said, here at least, that when someone uses the term “emotional labour” unironically, the person doing the mouthing is most likely a bit of a nightmare. Say, the kind of woman who complains about the “emotional labour” of hiring a domestic cleaner. Or the kind who bitches about her husband and his shortcomings in the pages of a national magazine, where friends and colleagues of said husband, and perhaps his own children, can read on with amusement…
We’re invited to weep at the “emotional and mental energy” expended while remembering birthdays and writing shopping lists. Even brushing a daughter’s hair. Truly, feminists are heroic, undaunted and indestructible. Goddesses walking among us. And in the face of such crushing odds: “Even having a conversation about the imbalance of emotional labour becomes emotional labour.”
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Say, the kind of woman who complains about the “emotional labour” of hiring a domestic cleaner.
She could, of course, avoid this onerous task by cleaning her own house.
Let me know if there’s anything else I can help with.
“Probably if I had a girlfriend she’d tell me.”
Possibly if you knew, you’d have a girlfriend. It’s the eternal catch-22.
(Hey, don’t ask me. I’m as much in the dark as the next guy.)
Again, don’t try to understand ’em,
Just…well you know the rest.
Never mind that Mr. Shenk had done this since his undergraduate days
Can I offer you a nice ham in this trying time?
aelfheld, be warned, “It’s a long way to the shop if you want a sausage roll.” – attributed to AC/DC
Middle class people feel uncomfortable hiring cleaners, because it goes against their egalitarian fancies where everyone wears jeans and everyone is or could be a college graduate.
If you could somehow remove from leftism the self-flattery, pretension, and neurotic social positioning, I doubt there would be much left over. Its guts would have all but disappeared.
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And so, you can find rooms full of people, self-imagined titans, who say they want to topple capitalism and remake the world, via fits of competitive self-flattery, but who are triggered and rendered twitchy by “gendered language” and “aggressive scent.” And who need to let everyone know, over and over again, just how special and precious they are.
And the people gathered in these rooms – having “debates” that aren’t actually debates, just pronouncements and random assertions – are unable to reconcile their professed desire to reach out to the Average Joe, whom they appear to disdain, with a compulsion to assert their own status and ideological credentials, their own superiority, by banging on about intersectionality, theoretical critiques, and “neoliberalism as a conjuncture.” And while referring to themselves as “insurgents.”
It’s the stuff of farce.
He might have a sausage roll to spare.
[ makes note to buy Dramamine ]
Not a piss take.
NSFWish, there is of course a video.
For those unable to view, a short recap. Ahanu (Algonquin origin that means “He Laughs”), the “trans man”, gives birth in a kiddie pool in an apartment with the assist of Petrona (I believe Malaysian for “oil and gas company”), the “trans woman”, and a doula who stands around looking confused. Throughout the process we do not learn whether the kid is male or female, “Are they breathing?”, they* (everyone in the room, not the kid) worriedly ask. A midwife (of course) arrives after the happy event. Petrona, for reasons unknown to science, fails to
breastfeedchestfeed them**.*(Fortunately there were not twins – “Are they breathing ?” “They are, but they aren’t”.)
**(The kid)
Rainbow eyeball tattoo. Also known as “Do not hire this bedlamite.”
Petrona, for reasons unknown to science, fails to
breastfeedchestfeed them**Does rather symbolise the broader endeavour.
Rainbow eyeball tattoo.
I feel so empowered and validated.
As we’ve been discussing that-side-of-pond sporty things, do any on this side find it exceptionally odd (and granted this is much more political than sporty) that the GOP (spit) is buying an add….NOW…to run during the MLB All-Star Game protesting the move of the game from Atlanta to Denver? Which does absolutely zero for the issue at hand but does put money, GOP donor money, in the pockets of MLB and whatever network is broadcasting the game. I’ve seen conservatives…”conservatives” point out the first problem but not much about the money transfer aspect.
An ad. Not an add. Though as everything is for sale these days, perhaps mathematicians are missing out.
A tediously predictable point regarding the recent sportsball final:
English Football Association, Manager, Players for the last month:
“Blackity black diversity black BLM kneeling black diversity is our strength”
Final Penalty shoot out:
Last 3 takers, black, at least some of whom seem to be virtue signally picked over more experienced persons of pallor *fail to score*
English Football Association, Manager, Players:
“How dare you even notice skin colour you racists.”
And, again predictably, if they’d scored, the diversity flag would have been hoisted and they damn well would want everyone to notice skin colour. Instead it all backfired horribly so they are now in racism hoax damage limitation diversionary tactics pretending there’s a torrent of hate etc.
England fans want their team to win. If a non-pallor person scores, the cheer is just as loud. I guess the bigoted attempt to perpetually divide is now so obvious that there are diminishing returns and fewer people falling for it, much less giving any kind of a shit. Like CRT, it’s just unavoidable now that diversity = anti-white racism. You don’t see anyone calling for the NBA to be more diverse.
I *really* wish they would stop with the cultural cleansing, because at some stage people react. I know history, and I know how things can go.
Does rather symbolise the broader endeavour.
Aye – ye can graft tits on a boar but you can’t make ’em milk.
Poor kid. I wonder how long they let the charade go on before someone got the baby a bottle of formula. ‘Cause I’m guessing mom – er – “birthing person” chopped off her tits when she got on the steroids to grow a beard.
It’s really sad, actually. These two people whose minds are so messed up, yet coddled by the psychiatric industry who denies they are messed up, have each managed to Frankenstein and drug themselves into caricatures of the opposite sex, yet left enough working bits and pieces to have cis heteronormative sex and produce an offspring in accordance with their respective biological sex functions.
Does rather symbolise the broader endeavour.
Speaking of which, if you recall the children’s reading project bare arsed rainbow dildo monkey of the other day, the same organization also has Golden Love Birds that can’t help but to …exhibit their funky, quirky, and spectacular courtship dance.
Oddly enough, Mandinga Arts, the creators of bare arsed rainbow dildo monkey, appear to have have 404ed their website. Who knows what we have lost because of rainbowdildomonkeyphobia.
Can I offer you a nice ham in this trying time?
Holy moly, there’s a blast from the past! I’ve a whole box full o’ Cheapass in the games cabinet, along with a mini toolbox full of dice and counters and money and whatnot for actually playing the games. Kill Dr. Lucky was so long ago I can’t even remember how long ago it was!
We still play Lord of the Fries at Christmastime. “Adoration of the Baby Cheeses” is one of my favo(u)ritest menu puns ever.
“stuff of farce.”
Is that in an English breakfast or a Burns supper?
Mumsnet reports a supportive comment for the rainbowdildomonkey paedophiles:
“It’s ok for a child to go to the zoo and see many types of primates. Some have brightly coloured faces and hairless behinds. Some have large testicles and penises.
But, an entertainer in a costume with those same features, somehow poses a threat to children, so must be banned?”
I think the subtle difference might revolve around the fact that the zoo animals are unlikely to leap out of their enclosures, kidnap, and rape your child.
“stuff of farts”
Burned supper?
Bloody hell, ma coat’s afire!
must be banned?”
So “can’t do what I want” now equals “banned”?
Good to know.
I think the subtle difference might revolve around the fact that the zoo animals are unlikely to leap out of their enclosures, kidnap, and rape your child.
Nonsense, they (there are more than one barearsedrainbowdildomonkeys) and the Metallic Rainbow Johnson Heads are totes the same as zoo animals.
Not as evolved or as well behaved, but other than that, totes the same as zoo animals.
So “can’t do what I want” now equals “banned”?
“Embargo” now means “blockade”. Literally. As in literally literally does not mean literally. Do try and keep up.
somehow poses a threat to children
Somehow is the keyword that tells you you’re going to get a performance of ideological obtuseness. I’m pretty sure that Mumsnet is normally able to use its imagination when it comes to threats to children, to mark it down as a warning sign when an adult stranger chooses to raise sexual topics with their children, and to err on the side of caution.
We’re repeating the 70’s(*), an era when coarseness about sex was seen as proof of authenticity and liberation from priggish uptightness – “hey babe, wanna make it?”. Not coincidentally, the 70’s was the peak decade of media depictions of children as sexually active, and more often as sassy, sexually knowing, pottymouthed latchkey kids who walk to school among drug dealers and prostitutes. Well what can you do? Is this somehow different from what they’d see on a farm or at the zoo or while changing at the swimming pool, hmm, hmm? What sort of authoritarian are you that you want to hide the more complex and depraved aspects of life from your nine year old?
(*) The 70’s, but instead of Northern Soul we have looming Northern Sharia, where bareassed reading hour has as much of a future as a deckchair on the Titanic.
“The baby suckles Petrona, a two-spirit Nahua trans woman”
Hmm. Either the opening line of a bad SF attempt or a really great band name…
A man with a clerical collar and a Bible, offering to teach young children about the Glory of God and the Love of Christ, would absolutely be beaten half to death by the same people who tell you that a man in a rainbow-colo(u)red monkey suit with a bare arse and a swinging dildo poses no conceivable threat.
It’s all about which religions are acceptable in a given community.
I do take some consolation in the fact that after having a bright light shone upon them, this “artist collective” is busy disappearing themselves from the Web. Can’t wait to see where and when they reappear, and what form they take next time.
So, what I’m wondering is if the wealth of a society which gives birth [sorry] to such abominations inevitably germinates the seeds of its own destruction?
Is any society able to (temporarily) support the undermining of everything which made it successful fated to do so?
Or is it just us?
surgically replicated neo-vaginas
Recognizing and accepting that most doctors are a**holes, still there are far too many soulless sociopaths in that profession for my tastes.
surgically replicated neo-vaginas
Band name
Recognizing and accepting that most doctors are a**holes…
Yeah, yeah, until you need a surgically replicated neo-vagina, then it is all “ooooh, save me, save me”.
Meanwhile, I thought the picture of the clan of bare arsed rainbow dildo and Metallic Rainbow Jouhnson Heads was bad, but, even coming from Brooklyn, this is the height of depravity. (SFW)
but, even coming from Brooklyn, this is the height of depravity.
Fish ice cream. Sushi ice cream, even. Blame Japan.
surgically replicated neo-vaginas

What?
We might’ve shipped the bulk of our good manufacturing jobs overseas but, goddamnit, we still take pride in our pork rectum inversion industry here in the good ol’ US of A!
What?
According to Wired:
So, what I’m wondering is if the wealth of a society which gives birth [sorry] to such abominations inevitably germinates the seeds of its own destruction?
Is any society able to (temporarily) support the undermining of everything which made it successful fated to do so?
I submit that this is only the case because this situation is a function of our pathetic willingness to simply give people money, either directly via welfare or (possibly worse) through the creation of so many fake-work jobs. Human beings, possibly even social animals in general, have a fundamental, evolutionary desire to contribute to the betterment of their society. That we fill their heads with such incredible idiocy rather than wait out what real contributions they could eventually figure out for themselves, therein lies the root of the problem. They take whichever idiocy, which let’s face it, we spend gobs of money on expecting them to learn, and try to apply it wherever they can. That their idea of contributing is truly a significant minus/take-away doesn’t occur to them. Why should it at this point?
Recognizing and accepting that most doctors are a**holes, still there are far too many soulless sociopaths in that profession for my tastes.
While I am inclined to agree that there are significant sociopaths there, especially in the psych professions whose ranks are far more attainable relative to serious MD work, I think a good number of the more medical doctors in this domain aren’t so much sociopaths but people on the autism spectrum…though that’s not necessarily an excuse.. but with delusions of grandeur.
“No one wants a vagina that smells like a stool,” says Ting.”
You see, I think there has been time travel to [current year], it’s just that they return home immediately and never speak of it.
Biological males who identify as transgender have also sought to have the uteruses of dead women placed inside their bodies and connected to their surgically replicated neo-vaginas so that they may gestate and give birth to human young.
As opposed to the young of some other species ?
Which, naturally, I am sure is the next perversion to “come down the pipe”
ha
uteruses of dead women”
See, that there is the issue. Donated living uterus is the only way to go.
Or something.
Sushi ice cream, even
Weeeell, you could probably do worse 😔
As opposed to the young of some other species ?
Haven’t you been watching Sweet Tooth on Netflix?
“No one wants a vagina that smells like a stool,” says Ting.”
And yet that’s exactly what you can get in one of them surgically replicated neo-vaginas as done now, usually during vigorous sex. It’s called a fistula.
inverted pork rectums
I bet they taste just like calamari.
Weeeell, you could probably do worse
Thanks for sharing.
[ Opens notebook. Begins second Karl page. ]
Haven’t you been watching Sweet Tooth on Netflix?
Well now I am. Thank You!
Weeeell, you could probably do worse
My dad once bought Durian ice cream for my sister. She still gags a little when she talks about it.
A co-worker once gave me a small piece of Durian candy. I managed to wrap it up and hide it in a trashcan without him noticing.
Thanks for sharing.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. But now it’s one of those things that just gets worse the further back in time it goes.
It’s like a goddam Star Trek temporal crab anomaly. I blame Heston Blumenthal.
I bet they taste just like calamari.
I was going to guess chicken. But you know what they say, tastes like chicken, smells like fish.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
As seen on tombstones.
I bet they taste just like calamari.
It’s like deja vu all over again!
As seen on tombstones.
I’ve decided. I want “He’d try anything twice” on mine.
So watch out if you get invited to dinner.