Butter My Crumpets To Get A Gold Star
Lifted from the comments, where much of the fun happens:
The hot new thing: Preferred adjectives.
Says Min,
Well, we live in unhinging times, so it can be hard to tell. It did occur to me that maybe the parent, the one seeking pre-approval for adjectives, could have been indulging in some elaborate wind-up, one that passed undetected by its target. Or maybe the anecdote is a fiction, a self-flattering fantasy. Again, it’s hard to be sure. As the archives here illustrate, a thing being farcical doesn’t mean it can’t happen.
But either way, it must be quite strange to go through every day with your own “identity” foregrounded, forever in mind and endlessly referred to, and always craving an affirmation that is at best a polite lie. And with unending deference and flattery as an aspiration, an ideal, an ‘A-plus.’
And oh yes, the adjectives expected.
I come for the post titles. 🙂
[ Checks calendar. ]
To our brethren in the colonies, a happy Thanksgiving.
The hot new thing: Preferred adjectives.
Are ” insufferable, malignant, narcissistic, twat” already taken?
To our brethren in the colonies, a happy Thanksgiving.
I believe that should be “To our brethren in the
coloniesunceded Nipmuc, Wampanoag, Narraganasett, Mohegan, Pequot, Pocomtuc, and Montaukett lands, a happyThanksgivingColonial Oppressor Day.a thing being farcical doesn’t mean it can’t happen.
That. Sigh.
Previously in The Land Of The High-Maintenance, this and this, and, well, many, many others.
Don’t panic. It’s prepped for tomorrow.
I acknowledge that I live on land the Iroquois expropriated from [insert previous tribe here].
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone here, too.
[passes platter of unused </i> tags slathered in hump fat down to David]
…land the Iroquois expropriated from…
When is Genghis Khan going to finally get his comeuppance, anyway? That effing bastard!
[shakes fist in the air]
Pretty much sums up the current state of things.
The state of things indeed. It’s rather like being in an episode of Star Trek, in which someone or something has altered the timeline and the world has gone awry.
Someone who requires lots of propping up with flattery and affirmation is “high maintenance”. But the world does not care about your needs. Personally, I recognize that I am not that cuddly. Some sharp edges. I do not expect praise and love from the world. If once in a while my friends or family say something nice, it is worth a lot but I sure don’t expect it every day or from the general public or work. Toughness used to be considered a great virtue, especially for men but even for women. Families made it through the Great Depression and WWII and all sorts of trouble but now people fall apart if not affirmed by the barista at starbucks. FFS
Native lands: a paleogenetic study of indians in the NE US found that several waves of peoples, as judged by both artifacts and genetics, came and went over the past 8,000 yrs. That is, a group took over a large region and then was later displaced by another group–completely displaced, not intermingled. As Thomas Sowell sagely put it: Cosmic Justice is impossible. We can never untangle all the wrongs done by humans to humans. Punishing the living for the sins of their ancestors is NOT justice. It is revenge, and revenge of a peculiar nature. How can I be liable for what my ancestors did? And do we hold liable the children of a gang member who killed someone? Why not? And in the cosmic equation, do we also get credit for the good our ancestors did?
Native lands: a paleogenetic study of indians in the NE US found that several waves of peoples, as judged by both artifacts and genetics, came and went over the past 8,000 yrs.
That is one of the key reasons why indians want laws prohibiting all archaeological digs and studies.
Butter My Crumpets To Get A Gold Star
Is that a euphemism?
…the world has gone awry.
In which a couple dudes and something else lecture us on TERFs – to spread the knowledge, don’t you know.
Woke AF Dudley (he/him) struggles with biology.
The hump fat! [slaps forehead]. THAT’S what I forgot to put in the stuffing. Yet again. Well, there’s always next year. That stuff keeps, right?
So with all the time David has on his hands now that he no longer needs to chase down spilled italics, he should be able to knit us all a pair of socks for Christmas. Just a suggestion. I’m (US) size 13, btw.
You could still serve it as a side.
Ever since Harvey Firestein’s performance I’ve had a hard time with this…if anyone watched it, in the Macy’s T-Day parade did anyone else sense that Mrs. Claus was looking rather manly? Searching I noticed The Advocate had an article on the “queering” of the parade this year but I wasn’t about to suppress my
immune systemweb blockers to read it.Pretty much sums up the current state of things.
Wait, I’m confused. Are we supposed to notice now or not?
Cosmic justice – Himself has spoken
“You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me” (Exodus 20:5).
Just one of the many bible references
Dudley: assuming he was confused by his own terminology, please note that a XX person who is getting massive testosterone and female-hormone-suppression should NOT get pregnant (even if they can) because this is a very bad experiment to carry out on a fetus. If they have had a mastectomy, they further are unable to nurse, which is also bad for the baby. All this make-believe has real-world consequences.
And yet it has been done and proudly bragged about. And passively if not assertively endorsed by the highest officers in our civilization. It’s certainly not a fringe thing. Very, very few people, relatively speaking, have raised a voice against it. Most normal people, so-called, prefer to either pretend it doesn’t happen or pretend to be so bloody stupid that such things, and the promotion of such things, are none of their concern. Like m-f trannies playing girl’s/women’s sports and beating the crap out of them. Meh. It’s way over there. Won’t do damage to my little girl. Until it does. Then they’re suddenly all “how the hell did this happen?”
Wait, I’m confused.