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For newcomers and the nostalgic, more items from the archives:
At the University of York, scenes of theatrical fretting.
Readers may note that the agonising – in which any depiction of a monkey immediately conjures thoughts of black people - does rather speak to the weirdly dogmatic assumptions of the agonised, rather than the object being agonised about, or how said object is generally understood. It must be those intersectional lenses we hear so much about.
Our Betters Victorious, But Still Unhappy.
Los Angeles Times columnist has considerate neighbours and is therefore, naturally, outraged.
As readers may be a little confused by the air of displeasure, I should point out that no history of neighbourly rancour is offered as an excuse – no disputes over hedges or noisy pets. Nothing of that sort is mentioned at all. Ms Heffernan’s neighbours are, it seems, to be frowned upon, indeed despised, in print, in a newspaper they may well read, simply for failing to vote for Mr Biden.
If it wasn’t complicated and unsatisfying, everyone would do it.
To illustrate this terribly progressive lifestyle arrangement, we’re introduced to a Brooklynite comedian and podcaster named Billy, his girlfriend Megan, and his girlfriend Megan’s other boyfriend Kyle.
An attempt is made to glamorise a fashionably radical hunter-gatherer lifestyle.
Primitive living, it turns out, is so much easier with an inheritance. If you’re into Stone Age role-play, then spare cash and pre-built property, complete with solar panels, power outlets and rudimentary plumbing, does seem rather handy, perhaps a prerequisite. Such that our fearless disdainer of modernity can “divide her time” flying between continents as mood suits, from Sweden to France’s Dordogne Valley and back to the mountains of Washington, USA. It’s the prehistoric way.
Should you want more, by all means click here.
Also, open thread. I expect to be busy for the next few days, so play nicely. Use coasters.
An attempt is made to glamorise a fashionably radical hunter-gatherer lifestyle.
“a time before the world was scarred by borders, before politics, before race, before even the concept of identity carved out its demarcations of who belongs and where.”
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It is, I think, a rather bizarre and heavily sanitised construal of history. A triumph of fashionable, self-flattering narrative over anything remotely related to actual events. As I said in the original thread, practically every other sentence could be filed under not entirely convincing, and the whole thing is a bit of a two-legged stool.
Lifted from the previous thread, in case anyone missed it:
The particulars aren’t entirely clear, or entirely sane, but it seems that much of the umbrage centred on the idea that a bar for gay women would exclude, and somehow harm, people who aren’t gay women, or indeed women.
I note the Humungo-Text has gone. And just as I was getting used to it, too.
I note the Humungo-Text has gone. And just as I was getting used to it, too.
Working on it.
Working on it.
My browser’s zoom-in/zoom-out option has always been enough for comfortable reading here.
much of the umbrage centred on the idea that a bar for gay women would exclude, and somehow harm, people who aren’t gay women, or indeed women.
and, from the previous thread:
“It’s just about being polite…”
To paraphrase Terry Pratchett, expel them politely. Whether that should be “from the bar” or “from society” can be left for further consideration.
Open thread, eh?
Not completely unrelated to “Land of the Before Times” as anything other than wind and sun frightens and confuses “progressives”, in today’s installment of “Stupidity Of The Day™” we find that nuclear power is racist, sexist, and ageist. Probably also “trans”phobic.
Apparently our author thinks nuclear plants are as dangerous as Legos made from Chernobyl graphite, but, as she does hold the prestigious degree of BA in English and Italian literature her expertise is beyond question.
scenes of theatrical fretting
Eagerly anticipated some Peter Townshend (fret = gitfiddle, you know)
Ah well…
Los Angeles Times columnist has considerate neighbours and is therefore, naturally, outraged.
Tell me you’re a horrible person without actually telling me you’re a horrible person.
Tell me you’re a horrible person without actually telling me you’re a horrible person.
Well, quite. And remember, those are things that Ms Heffernan thinks will make her look good. Things that will impress her equally ‘progressive’ peers. And which did impress them, judging by her Twitter replies.
It’s quite extraordinary just how many well-heeled woke journalists appear wholly oblivious to how their own outpourings – quoted verbatim – make them sound, and how those outpourings – of ingratitude, churlishness, narcissism, and spite – say quite a lot about who they are. And likewise, Ms Heffernan’s peers, all expressing approval of her sentiments on Twitter, and her editor, doing the same. A constituency of bitches, one might say.
David, are you busy buying and installing window air conditioners? Do they even sell those in England? Up till last week, I wouldn’t think there’d have been much demand for them.
David, are you busy buying and installing window air conditioners?
If The Other Half were here, he’d be laughing quite a lot.
Up till last week, I wouldn’t think there’d have been much demand for them.
Well, no. Maybe three or four days a year, it seems that forking out for air conditioning would have been a good idea, but for the rest of the year, it’s not really an issue.
Maybe three or four days a year…
So what do you do on those days, fill the bathtub with ice cubes?
So what do you do on those days, fill the bathtub with ice cubes?
I keep very still.
From “Our Betters Victorious, But Still Unhappy”, there’s this quote from our intrepid Los Angeles Times columnist:
“Only when we work shoulder to shoulder to repair the damage of the last four years will we even begin to dig out of this storm.”
Considering the state of things in the US at the moment, I think I could go for more of that Trump damage. Of course, that damage always seemed to be of the self-imposed mental trauma sort that was exclusive to my leftist brethren here in the states. So, I might be the wrong person to ask.
At the University of York, scenes of theatrical fretting.
One monkey said he hadn’t seen the article, another said he hadn’t heard anything about it, while the third had nothing to say.
I keep very still.
Also useful when tourists are near.
Maybe three or four days a year,..
Chattering w/folks near Maidstone, they say that the forecast low is in the 50’s later this week…
I always thought of the monkey metaphor in Buddhism pointing to humans as essentially monkeys but able to transcend their earthly nature and escape the cycle of suffering through birth and rebirth.
I am now educated that monkeys always depict black people in a negative way and reenact the pain of slavery and systemic oppression. I never think that perhaps those taken out of Africa against their wills and subjected to a collective 400 years in slavery in America nevertheless emerged somewhat better off than their cousins and brethren who remained in the mother continent.
I will endeavor to do better and be better going forward.
The particulars aren’t entirely clear, or entirely sane
They call themselves “Marie Equi Worker’s Collective (hereafter MEWC)”.
New slogan: “MEWC: Us!”
Chattering w/folks near Maidstone, they say that the forecast low is in the 50’s later this week…
? Take good care of yourselves!!
50s F. You know, the measurements used by those who’ve been to the moon. And back.
[ Quietly relocates breakables. ]
Entrepreneur detected.
Entrepreneur detected.
*peers over spectacles*
Entrepreneur detected.
Hush, sceptics. Money-making’s afoot.
[ Peers over spectacles. ]
I keep very still.
Relevant.
Heh. (Via here.)
50s F. You know, the measurements used by those who’ve been to the moon. And back.
aka Freedom degrees. Speaking of those who’ve been to the moon…
A constituency of bitches, one might say.
Alternatively A Whine of Bitches
…the whole thing is a bit of a two-legged stool.
Were I a television producer I would give such people their own really-real reality show, Nature Twit.
Whenever they were speaking in close-up the Chyron display first their name, and then underneath, “Future animal shit“.
You know, the measurements used by those who’ve been to the moon. And back.
As a young man I was surprised to discover how often those from the distaff side of the Atlantic adopted the easy out of, “Well those were faked!”
I believe this may be the metric conversion of “We wuz kingz!”
I believe the correct collective noun for bitches is a sabotage.
…and now another exciting installment of “All The Things Are Racist™”, in today’s chapter, Anti-plagiarism Policies.
Seems kind of racist to assume that blacks and Hispanic students cheat more, but then I am not an Ass. Prof. in a teaching college. However, his rationale, if one can call it that, appears to be:
The unfair advantages are fraternities and sororities, apparently.
Clearly a thought leader of Deep Thoughts™
Superglue wasn’t good enough.
So prince is feeling “battered ”
There’s a fried joke there somewhere.
policies against plagiarism and standards of academic integrity “disproportionately harm Black and Latinx students.”
For the same reason that policies against murder also disproportionately harm them. ?
50s F. You know, the measurements used by those who’ve been to the moon. And back.
I’m surprised that nobody has replied “And yet Americans still don’t know how to make a decent cup of tea”. But cross-ocean jokes aside, I do get the impression that Brits do believe this. Do they mean Americans in general, or just the sad example of tea served in restaurants, or what?
There’s a fried joke there somewhere.
It is all pretentious performative histrionic wankery, unless there is something fishy like he has been hanging out with some sleazy chippies.
Not-exactly-self-aware boy asks a question which is answered in his own Twitter avatar.
More joys of urban life.
Do they mean Americans in general, or just the sad example of tea served in restaurants, or what?
I’m not a Brit, but it’s hard to understand why the average US fast food place will serve coffee hot enough to give you first degree burns but the average restaurant will bring you a cup of tepid water and a shitty brand of tea bag to dunk in it. That’s if they offer hot tea at all. Surely good cold tea starts with properly steeped hot tea?
My understanding is that restaurants “hate” serving tea, because it is far more labor: For tea, they have to fill a tiny pot with boiling water, and then bring it out with a cup and a selection of teabags. For coffee, they only have to pour a cup from an urn. I am only speculating, but I think the problem of insufficiently hot water could be solved with insulated carafes, but that would increase their costs. As for Lipton tea, the less said the better.
The outpatients are out.
Two counts of attempted murder. Appears to be pleased with himself.
$58 for some lettuce.
Sooner or later they become careless and let it slip out.
David, did you shrink the font some time in the last two or three hours? I now need to zoom my browser to 130%.
“The outpatients are out.” Look at me. Look At Me! LOOOOK AAAAT MEEEEEE!!!!!
Then again, he’s not trashing a store while yelling “It’s Ma’am!” in a deep baritone, he’s just sitting there quietly praying you’ll look at him. So he ought to get courtesy points for that
Good heavens, David, ain’t it hot enough over there without you reheating? We’re also having a heat wave in Kittenville, but we’re used to it.