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Attention, unwoke people. It’s time to be informed about “nounself pronouns and animal nounself pronouns.”
Please update your files and lifestyles accordingly.
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Top reply: “It’s literally Dungeons and dragons with gender”
Given the nature of the scolding, one’s mind tends to wander and so I found myself entranced by the uniform of intersectional super-wokeness – the body language, the eyeroll, the tilty-head, piercings, etc.
Reproduced wholesale in order to seem radical.
Parenting is hard.
Why are they always telling people to shut up?
Why are they always telling people to shut up?
Not, I think, a trivial question.
Look at me.
LOOK AT ME!
LOOOOOOK AAAAAAAAT MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
There has got to be some more constructive way for young people wanting attention to get it. This kid is obviously motivated. That makeup/safety pins required considerable time, effort, and pain.
And the fashionably enormous eyeglasses weren’t cheap, either.
Neurodivergent
For thinking that my love could hold you
I’m neurodivergent for trying
And neurodivergent for crying
And I’m neurodivergent for loving you
-Patsy Cline (updated)
Why are they always telling people to shut up?
Speaking of which, the other day I mentioned the “band” calling themselves Y.G.S.L.R.H. S.T.F.U.T. It appears they claim this stands for “You Guys Suck Like Real Hard. Shut the F*** Up. Thanks.”, and was born of the need of the “need for therapy”.
As we have once again had a dearth of art I would be remiss if I didn’t bring you Y.G.S.L.R.H. S.T.F.U.T. NSFW for lyrics, but skip ahead to around 8:00 and you can learn that when the band formed they channeled Satan which made the power go out, probably because the bass player had never played bass before (and someday will discover there are three strings besides E, and frets actually have a function).
You may thank me later.
the bass player… someday will discover there are three strings besides E, and frets actually have a function
But, but… they have so much to teach us.
Animal pronouns? I think I saw a sign in the locker room at they gym warning against injecting yourself with animal pronouns. Seemed like a bad idea to me anyway.
For readers who may be confused, it generally helps if you think of what we’re seeing as a status game.
It’s called My Pronouns Are More Complicated Than Yours™.
Why are they always telling people to shut up?
I took her advice to “never interact with them”. Or rather, I had long ago decided to shun crazy people and evil people.
I started laughing when she announced that it would be a “calm but stern” lecture to the world of sane people.
Despite it being presented as self-evident and warranting faintly exasperated eyerolls, I’m still not sure why feeling somewhat alienated from societal norms, or even from one’s own sex, would make a person adopt pseudo-pronouns suggestive of cartoon animals.
Perhaps I’m missing something.
I hadn’t come across this before, and couldn’t be bothered to listen to Cruella de Vil Junior, so just read the text. The interesting thing is that these ‘nounself pronouns’ aren’t pronouns at all: they’re simply nouns. And if you study (or teach, as I did for many years) the linguistic aspect of child development, you find that pronouns are one of the later acquisitions, and take time to be used correctly. A two-year-old will tend to say ‘Mummy give Susie kiss!’ rather than ‘Give me a kiss!’ And part of what used to be called ‘Motherese’, but in our PC times is now ‘Caregiver language’ is the use of third-person pronouns by the adult, reflecting this childish use: ‘Now don’t hit Mummy like that!’
Anyway, I wonder whether the rejection of pronouns in favour of nouns is symbolic: so many of the people one sees online – the sort of people whom David helpfully brings to our notice – seem to be stuck in a perpetual toddlerhood. The rest of us are expected to give in to all their demands, however impractical and illogical, or they’ll start screaming. The ‘nounself’ fad, together with the identification with an animal (like a child insisting that he’s really a dinosaur) is very suggestive.
The ‘nounself’ fad, together with the identification with an animal (like a child insisting that he’s really a dinosaur) is very suggestive.
It’s also curious how the term neurodivergent has been eagerly seized upon and is being expanded from covering, say, shades of autism or dyslexia to almost any kind of neuroticism and tedious self-involvement. Maybe it’s an attempt to sidestep responsibility and strip away the moral component of being chronically obnoxious.
…the term neurodivergent…Maybe it’s an attempt to sidestep responsibility and strip away the moral component of being chronically obnoxious.
Agreed. Furthermore, “divergent” sounds so much more innocuous than any of the standard words denoting various mental disorders, which is useful when taking advantage of our culture’s excessive need to be “tolerant”.
Anyway, I wonder whether the rejection of pronouns in favour of nouns is symbolic…
That is a fascinating suggestion. I had only assumed (without much thought) that it was because it is much easier to use existing words in new ways than to invent and use an endlessly increasing number of pronouns. But of course these people very childish, so yours seems like a fruitful observation.
which is useful when taking advantage of our culture’s excessive need to be “tolerant”.
Sort of, “I’m not selfish and whiny and childish and insufferable. I’m neurodivergent. I don’t deserve opprobrium. I deserve more deference and accommodation.”
[ Added: ]
Not entirely unrelated.
Perhaps I’m missing something
As others have pointed out, it’s for attention. Not just bog-standard attention, either, but the need to stand out among literally millions of other mediocre young people who live online.
And, on that front: mission accomplished.
I’m not, nor shall ever be, on Twatter but I think I would choose “Sir/M’Lord” as my pronouns and demand they use them.
“Sir, pointing and laughing at purple haired land whales is not allowed”
“Yes, I should be treated in a mental institution for my gender disphoria M’Lord”
Perhaps I’m missing something
Me too, as I am not at all sure what is happening in this crisis of intersectionality.
Breaking news, that Laurel Hubbard chap has been eliminated from weightlifting,
[ Fetches Stool of Shame. ]
Laurel Hubbard, with pursed lips and firm resolve, will endeavor to persevere.
To adapt a lyric from the illustrious Half Man Half Biscuit:
Are you neurodivergent – or are you perhaps a twat?
She’s out of the Olympics…
I legitimately laughed out loud at that. Scared the cat, even. Bravo to Mr. Graham!
“Sir, pointing and laughing at purple haired land whales is not allowed”
The only name for a land whale is Moby Dirt.
[Fetches Stool of Shame.]
Was that from the elimination ?
I legitimately laughed out loud at that.
Too bad about the cut, I understand Hubbard was top seed of the jerks.
Too bad about the cut, I understand Hubbard was top seed of the jerks.
Hahaha!! Landlord a drink on me for Muldoon here – I’ll fetch it over to where he is enthroned upon the Stool of Shame.
Bit o Schadenfreude here that the guy who couldn’t hack it as a male weightlifter couldn’t hack it on the world stage in the women’s competition – the only one to not complete a lift! I guess he beat out the New Zealand women though, like that McKinnon chap who beat out local women in bike races (or was that world class racing too?).
As to the original post – I’ve run out of rat’s arses to give. I’d declare my pronouns to be Highness/Excellency but that would get me blackballed faster than Gina Carano’s beep/bop/boop. Somehow their ridiculousness is to be bowed down to, but opposing ridiculousness must be canceled.
Maybe it’s an attempt to sidestep responsibility and strip away the moral component of being chronically obnoxious.
There is no god but Them, and They are Their prophet.
I’ll fetch it over to where he is enthroned upon the Stool of Shame.
It’s not that kind of stool. It comes in a flimsy paper bag and we tape it to his face.
Hey, I don’t make the rules.
Does it get set on fire by someone’s front door?
“When I see monkeys I think of black people, and that’s mean. So…this is racially insensitive. Not me though. No xher, not me.”
-Some Twat at the University of York
So…this is racially insensitive.
Ahem.
Ahem…
I read and remember all of your posts, Sir David of Rickety Barge. I swear. Please tell that ex-Olympic weightlifter you’ve recently hired to stop eyeballing me.
[ Reaches for intercom. ]
Another Stool of Shame. Make it a jumbo.
Hey, I don’t make the rules.
Too true !
Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical stool ceremony.
Now, about that invitation to the special bi-weekly meeting….
If the jab don’t stick, you must mask it!
OJ finally finds the real killer – the unvaccinated.
“Neurodivergent” sounds much more important than “nuts.”
Having a made-up gender is not a substitute for a personality.
Few people at 19 have many accomplishments of note. They haven’t made it on the olympic team or started a business. But ANYONE can act crazy, so they do, and the crazier the better.
As a bonus, you are not only unique, you get to bully people. hooboy, fun times!!
Sonkitten got described as “neurodivergent” once by a social worker; he corrected “I’m not neurodivergent, I’m autistic.” I have noticed that the genuinely autistic prefer to stay off the euphemism-to-bullshit spectrum. The plainer the speech, the easier it is for them. Someone calling herself
“neurodivergent “ is probably very lightly autistic if at all, which is good; full-blown autism is a terrible handicap. But the “neurodivergent “ fad is confusing to those who have little or no experience with real autism.
“Neurodivergent” sounds much more important than “nuts.”
Which reminds me of the split in the English language thanks to Willy, who brought his Frenchy words over so that we have the Saxon words and the higher-class, vaguely more intellectual-sounding Latinate words (see / perceive; break / respite; shot / injection).
This leaning toward “neurodivergent” from “crazy” seems to be of a piece.
“cowboy-adjacent trans masculine non-binary person”
…but the cowboys keep edging away.
In case anyone missed it, in other “trans”gender sports news, the US&A Women’s Kickyball team, the “Purple Haired Kneelers”, was beaten by Canada whose team included a trans called “Quinn” (pronouns what/idunno) who once again proves that men, even if they are women, have a sports advantage.
At any rate, well done Canada for taking the “Kneelers” down another peg, not that I have any hope they’ll stop their antics.
I think the flighty ‘Quinn’ is actually F->M. It’s’dead name’ is something female sounding, or so I read. Though what any of this means in regards to testosterone…or anything else for that matter, I doubt even God knows.
This stuff is so confusing! I can never remember if a “trans man” started out as female or male. If Wokesters insist on pestering us with this stuff, a law is needed to require them to hand out cheat sheets.
About the time I retired, a batch of people of indeterminate sex were hired. I left just in time. I’d have been totally baffled.
the flighty ‘Quinn’
Bartender, a drink for Mr Muldoon.
It is rather lucky that “Quinn the Inuit” can still (with a little work) be made to scan, flighty or otherwise.
I can never remember if a “trans man” started out as female or male
Follow the advertising rule: any adjective means “not”.
“trans man” = “not man” = biological woman.
Though what any of this means in regards to testosterone
She’s found a way to dope and get away with it.
Dammit.
Watching that yesterday, it occurred to me the uncalled for fury, the mandatory scolding, was telling – why do pronoun announcements so often have to come with these? I think it’s because the scolders can hardly believe it themselves. It helps them believe it – can’t you see how *passionate* they are? What they’re saying *must* be true, they’re working themselves up into a lather of outrage over it! It’s a degraded form of romanticism, basically.
. Fixed?
Thanks. I’m here all week. Try the veal.
Barkeep, WTP’s next one on me if you please.
Damn. I had a Stool of Shame lined up and everything.
Furry, trans, neureodivergent, etc: I suspect that social media have played a significant role in the metastasizing of these maladies: In the past these people were largely isolated among large populations of normal people who acted as a partial corrective, but now with websites devoted to their particular defects, they can reinforce each others’ delusions and so spiral down into ever deeper realms of fantasy and dysfunction.
I think it’s because the scolders can hardly believe it themselves. It helps them believe it – can’t you see how *passionate* they are?
“There’s nothing wrong with me! Nothing at all! I’m perfect in every way!”
“There’s nothing wrong with me! Nothing at all! I’m perfect in every way!”
“I don’t need to change! You need to change!”
“There’s nothing wrong with me! Nothing at all! I’m perfect in every way!”
Coping mechanisms for Complex PTSD, which always includes a hefty amount of self-loathing.
I suspect that social media have played a significant role in the metastasizing of these maladies.
I love that the Web allows me to “meet” and share stories and tips with people who share my more obscure interests, like slack-key guitar or old Avalon Hill war games. I try to bear in mind that there exist hundreds, nay thousands of these little communities just carrying on in obscurity and quietly adding to the amount of enjoyment in the Universe. It’s easy to forget when we have these freaks doing their little TikTok dances and demanding the rest of the world conform to their neuroses.
We are so very, very overdue for a visit from the copybook headings.
I love that the Web allows me to “meet” and share stories and tips with people who share my more obscure interests…
Yes indeed! And in the early days of the Web I only thought about its wonderful benefits. It never occurred to me that it would become an incubator for mental disorders I had never even heard of.
If we want to avoid a visit from the Copybook Headings we are going to have to stop tolerating freaks and bullies.
It never occurred to me that it would become an incubator for mental disorders I had never even heard of.
Yes…but see, this is the thing….just because you never heard of them didn’t mean that they weren’t out there. I had a co-worker back in the late 1990’s who, while a very smart…”smart” kid, was gullible as hell and believed in the great Lizard People conspiracy/conspiracies. Illuminati, etc. Now while such things are known and joked about today as kwazy-kwazy conspiracy stuff, back then virtually no one in normal society had ever heard such insanity. Yet I, while not entirely familiar with this specific brand of idiocy, was aware such things from my days in college, reading “underground” stuff, mostly stuff in the dustier corners of the music scene (‘zines before they were even called ‘zines…if anyone still knows of such). So one night out to dinner with some friends I begin to relate what special new crazy I was hearing from my (supposedly potential) protégé. Oh, well…the accusations that I was making this nonsense up myself were flying. It took me months to convince many of my friends that this was a real thing. Even my coworkers who knew the guy and knew I wasn’t making up that part of it had no idea that there were other such crazy BS people out there. It really wasn’t until after 9/11 happened and the related conspiracy stuff that came from that that the last few of my friends actually quasi-apologized to me for believing I made it all up. I bring this up (I think again here) only to emphasize that it is not social media that is causing this crap. Yes, it gave it a broader audience but only because it is much much easier to show actual proof of such lunacy directly to the otherwise sane people of the world (that group itself is not as large as even cynical I once believed). Seriously, if someone only told you about these videos or these people, would you believe they actually exist or would you laugh it all off as the one relating it taking the piss? Blaming social media for this idiocy is about as relevant as blaming violence on guns. It’s not the tool, it’s the individual.
Yes…but see, this is the thing….just because you never heard of them didn’t mean that they weren’t out there.
I had heard of the Illuminati and some other conspiracy theories, but I had never heard of many other oddities.
Blaming social media for this idiocy is about as relevant as blaming violence on guns. It’s not the tool, it’s the individual.
It’s certainly the individual not the tool–a homicidal maniac will use a machete if he cannot get a gun–but…
Maybe I didn’t make myself clear: What I strongly suspect is merely that the internet made it much easier for screwy people to find other screwballs, spend all their time talking only to each other in a cycle of positive reinforcement of those delusions. For instance, I wonder how a furry would find other furries in the 70’s; I think it would take much longer to find the first one and the process would remain slow until they found a newsletter or something like that. And presumably a furry in Green Bay would be unlikely to ever find another in that town; their paths would never cross.
What I strongly suspect is merely that the internet made it much easier for screwy people to find other screwballs, spend all their time talking only to each other in a cycle of positive reinforcement of those delusions.
All the dispersed village idiots discovered one another and a competition ensued.
And don’t forget that they make for a handy group of, shall we say, “less aware” individuals that can be manipulated fairly easily.
All the dispersed village idiots
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–tour guide at municipal sewage treatment plant, circa 1965 😄
There is no god but Them, and They are Their prophet.
Call me Legion, for we are many.
Call me Legion, for we are many.
Oh, for a herd of pigs and a convenient seashore.