The Year Reheated
In which we marvel at the mental contortions of our self-imagined betters.
The year began with a lesson in pronouns and pretending, or dishonesty-on-demand, courtesy of the suddenly ungendered Laurie Penny – now, it seems, a they, depending on who’s nearby and how fashionable they are. And so, we pondered animal pronouns, clown pronouns and pronouns that can change randomly, depending on whim, several times a day. Such is the hamster-wheel world of competitive self-definition.
We also flicked through the pages of The Atlantic, where senior editor Honor Jones, a woman oppressed by comfort and fidelity, shared a somewhat bewildering account of her divorce from a loving and faithful husband. Chief among her reasons were a desire to “be thinking about art and sex and politics and the patriarchy,” a feat no married woman can apparently hope to achieve, and a dislike of crumbs – a recurring topic, mentioned seven times.
And we witnessed the denouncing of racist traffic cameras. Which is to say, devices that record which demographics speed and run red lights, and endanger lives, much more often than others. Writing in ProPublica, Emily Hopkins and Melissa Sanchez conjured a remarkable series of excuses for repeat offenders, who were presented as oppressed, as “activists for racial equity,” and all but heroic, despite some committing 11 offences in a single year. Humdrum notions of personal responsibility were of course avoided, leaving readers to suppose that the only conceivable explanation for the lawbreakers’ behaviour, and consequent fines, was “structural racism.”
In February, we were treated to cultural sustenance, courtesy of Finland’s creative powerhouse Iiu Susiraja, whose artistic immensity has enthralled us before, and regarding whom, the Los Angeles Times gushed, “Kierkegaard comes to mind, as do Sartre and Dostoevsky.”
We also witnessed the mental unspooling of San Francisco school board members, among whom mismanagement and conspiracy theories are elevated to an art form, and for whom two hours spent debating whether a gay white dad is sufficiently “diverse” to join a volunteer parent committee is a perfectly normal use of one’s time.
And via The Independent, we heard of the latest moral crisis and cause of deep mental “trauma” – namely, aircraft seatbelts and insufficiently commodious plus-size bath towels.
March brought us the exquisite agonies of listening to rap while woke and white, along with an implication that one of the most hazardous of words to use, and from which All Decent Non-Racist People are expected to recoil, is simultaneously one to which All Decent Non-Racist People are obliged to be drawn. Say, when listening to rap. Failure to enjoy endless repetition of the word in question is, we were assured, “the silencing of intellectuals in music,” and, inevitably, evidence of racism.
Pale devilry cropped up again, as educator and activist Maia Niguel Hoskin, writing in Forbes, told us that when a black millionaire celebrity publicly slaps another black millionaire celebrity, this is all the fault of white people and “white supremacist culture.” You see, for an educator and activist, the way to be “anti-racist” is to erase any agency, and any expectation of self-possession, from people with brown skin.
We also witnessed a display of intersectional ruggedness, thanks to Ailish Breen, a being with pronouns, and her troupe of ostentatiously “queer hikers,” who regard a simple walk in the countryside as both “quite political” and a basis for complaint, and for whom the very air is yet another a form of oppression. Among the troupe’s many grievances was the phrase “conquering the outdoors,” a term whose weight bears down on their delicate souls. That the expression refers to overcoming one’s own limitations or imagined limitations – which among the less pretentious is generally regarded as a good thing – somehow escaped their notice.
In April, we pondered more diverse identities, and the media’s euphemistic convolutions when covering said beings and their activities. Say, when publicly using a wheelie bin as a sex toy.
We also noted several educators whose paycheque and woke status depend on propagating failure and resentment among the young and impressionable. As when Dr Asao Inoue, of the University of Washington, Tacoma, dismissed students’ proficiency in English as “selfish” and “immature,” a surrender to “white supremacy.” For Dr Inoue and his peers, a student’s ability to convey their thoughts in writing – and to formulate thoughts by writing – is merely a manifestation of “white language supremacy,” an allegedly lethal phenomenon.
And we were captivated by the parenting skills of Mr Jay Deitcher, a social worker and therapist. Writing in Today, Mr Deitcher informed us that his “mind spiralled into darkness” whenever his two-year-old son exhibited even rudimentary signs of being male. A toddler’s coverall with pictures of footballs on it, given as a present, resulted in much weeping and was promptly hidden away so as “never to be found.” Other causes of mental spiralling included a fondness for songs about tractors. At which point we were left to consider the prospects of a father-son relationship premised on a dogmatic, near-hysterical disdain for maleness, for “anything deemed masculine.” A category that includes “playing football,” “cleaning a car,” or any kind of “manual labour.”
Pronouns cropped up again, not for the last time, in May, when Kelsey Smoot, “a cultural and gender theorist, a writer, an advocate, and a poet,” boasted that her friendships – sorry, them’s friendships – are based on an ultimatum. Namely, that anyone in her orbit must perceive what they are told to perceive, rather than the physical reality staring back at them. Ms Smoot, who is not-at-all unhinged, also boasted of keeping count of even accidental “misgenderings,” which enables her to excommunicate any friends or acquaintances who fail to hallucinate. Ms Smoot, we learned, expects “concerted effort” from those who wish to partake of her personal magnificence. Her fascinating self.
We also explored the minefield of modern progressive manners, thanks to the practised neuroses of New York Times contributor Ms Raksha Vasudevan, for whom the word “white” is a go-to pejorative, and who tells us she lives on “Arapaho and Cheyenne land,” i.e., in Denver.
We heard one parent’s account of the psychological abuse of her 12-year-old daughter, who had been told, in class, that the routine insecurities of puberty were in fact evidence that she must be transgender. We thereby entered a world of activist educators for whom a “safe space” is one in which middle-school children are ideologically groomed by unqualified misfits, conspiratorially, in secret, and while actively avoiding parents’ knowledge or consent. A subterfuge we’ve encountered more than once.
And we cast a widened eye over the middle-school libraries in Loudoun County, Virginia, where woke librarians don’t find anything inapt about 11-year-olds learning about the general awesomeness of prostitution. Because “high-end escorts” can “pull in half a million dollars a year.” Librarian Stefany Guido suggested that “some students” – again, 11-year-olds – could be considered “sex workers,” which, in her mind, is just like being an architect. Though it seems to me that an 11-year-old “sex worker” would be an abused child, a child being trafficked. Not, I think, an ideal aspiration for the pre-pubescent.
The mixed messages of campus life cropped up in June, when students at Adelphi University were told they must “not discriminate” against registered sex offenders, as if this were information of no utility whatsoever, while simultaneously being urged to report and denounce “dating violence,” “lack of consent,” and “incapacitated sexual contact.”
Elsewhere in academia, at Norway’s Oslo Metropolitan University, we met Dr Martin Moen, an activist for trans rights, and whose rather convoluted apologia for child molestation gave new meaning to the words contrived and transparently dishonest.
The radical ruminations of dysmorphic men continued in Washington, where a panel of activists and self-styled educators engaged in a taxpayer-funded mission to enlighten lesser beings. Mr Ganesha Gold Buffalo, a trans activist and prostitute, told us that his expertise, a term I use loosely, is rooted in the “sounds of my ancestors screaming from outside my window, coming from the ground, coming from the earth.” His mind, we learned, “was decolonised” in nearby woods by howling “nature spirits.” Needless to say, a great many pronouns were stipulated – among them, she, her, and goddess. Other terms of address included cyborg, unicorn, and Wakanda.
Oh, and via charts and number-crunching, we learned of the quite significant correlation of blue hair dye and serious mental health problems.
Woke theatre criticism and its complications were topics in July, as two Toronto Star reviewers, Aisling Murphy and Karen Fricker, applauded each other, and thereby themselves, for seeing an indigenous play and submitting to strict conditions on what they may subsequently write about it. Indigenous theatre, we discovered, requires approval that is both pre-emptive and unanimous, and its writers, actors and directors must be exempt from unflattering feedback, i.e., reviews of a kind that paying customers might have found useful, had they been available. Untroubled by irony, the critics, or rather non-critics, then bemoaned the ongoing, quite rapid decline of their profession and of the wider newsprint media.
Cultivated incompetence was also championed by the Oregon Health Authority, on grounds that “urgency is a white supremacist value.” Whereas, in matters of health, tardiness and lack of forethought are apparently aspirational, a woke ideal.
We also noted the scrupulously intersectional priorities of Canadian women’s shelters, where a deranged dysmorphic man roaming the halls wearing only a bra and brandishing his genitals, along with several stolen kitchen knives, was deemed of much less importance than the fact that a female resident had dared to “misgender” him. Setting aside the man’s threats to use his collection of knives on female residents, one can’t help thinking that a man who demands access to a women-only space, and to be perceived as a woman like any other, and who then goes out of his way to show, repeatedly and unequivocally, that he is not in fact what he claims… well, this probably tells us something. The words that come to mind being submissively pretend and psychological bullying.
In August, we were treated to some scholarship from the world of “queer studies” – in particular, the research of Mr Karl Andersson, a PhD student at the University of Manchester. Mr Andersson wanted us to know, at length and in some detail, just how often and how vigorously he masturbated to shota, a Japanese genre of erotic comics featuring young boys. That this paedophilic self-pleasuring – sorry, “ethnographic fieldwork” – had been approved by Mr Andersson’s supervisors doubtless speaks to the lofty standards that prevail among practitioners of “queer studies,” and in academia’s Clown Quarter more generally.
We also turned for mental betterment to Scientific American, where Camilo Garzón and science historian Rebecca Charbonneau fretted about space exploration and signalled their sensitivities with an enormous list of things that they consider problematic. A list that includes the remote locations of telescopes, the concepts of civilisation and intelligence, and the “colonial” violation of hypothetical microbes, whose autonomy and wellbeing would apparently be desecrated by human curiosity. We were also told, repeatedly, albeit unpersuasively, that those who can construct orbital telescopes and land robots on distant planets should defer in matters of science to those who can’t.
September brought us more boutique identities, thanks to activist, author and illustrator Maia Kobabe – pronouns eir and ey – whose pornographic cartoons for middle-school children had not been universally well-received by parents. These parental concerns were, however, dismissed as merely “a very organised effort to erase trans and queer and non-binary voices.” There being no other possible reason to object to eleven-year-old children being exposed to “vagina slime,” fellatio, and “strap-on hotness,” or the joys of masturbating while driving. All of which met with enthusiastic approval from TIME magazine’s Madeleine Carlisle.
Theatrical complications also came via Canada’s interim Green Party leader, a dysmorphic woman who expects everyone else to refer to her as “he” and “they,” but also sometimes “she,” and who was rendered distraught by an on-screen caption with pronouns that didn’t correspond with her preferences at that particular moment.
We also marvelled at the intricacies of progressive club-going and intersectional dancing, all of which has to be carefully organised and ruthlessly policed. Lest the wrong colour people gyrate near each other.
And identitarian struggles thrilled us once again, with news from the National Autonomous University of Mexico, where two rival student tribes – lesbians and the transgendered – were fighting for territorial possession of a ladies’ washroom. Thus unfolded a tale of nerve-shredding trauma and fearless self-involvement, as the toilets in question were given an extensive makeover via the uplifting medium of graffiti. Indeed, with so much graffiti to be scrawled on walls, and then responded to indignantly with additional scrawling, students were soon reporting queues and “lengthy wait times.”
The assumptions and psychology of the Activist-Wanker Caste were poked at in October, as vandalism and traffic obstruction hit British headlines on an all-but-daily basis, and with emergency vehicles being paralysed by the woke and well-heeled. The general public was not, it has to be said, overly sympathetic to this antisocial roleplay. However, and rather conveniently, the combination of practised self-involvement and feeling powerful at others’ expense turns out to be its own reward. For a certain kind of person.
In the pages of Scary Mommy, where wokeness and woo routinely coincide, Ms Annie Midori Atherton enthused about the merits of paranormal parenting – specifically, witchcraft. Several “real witches” were consulted for their wisdom, with their “magical knowledge” including the need to “harness the power of crystals,” and checking one’s jewellery for ancestral “emanations.”
And we also parsed some contrived racial grievance in the pages of the Globe and Mail, whose readers were led to believe that expectations of workplace professionalism are terribly racist, and that brown-skinned employees must be allowed to “bring their whole selves to work.” A wholeness of self that includes behaving in ways likely to be “interpreted as violent or aggressive.” A dislike of being bullied by the emotionally incontinent is, we were told, merely evidence of “deep, inherent bias and deeply inherent systemic racism.”
Those still getting up to speed with the notion of preferred pronouns were doubtless thrilled, in November, by the arrival of preferred adjectives, whereby the self-esteem of the psychologically marginal can be maintained, albeit shakily.
The sociopathic mouthings of Sophie Lewis also widened eyes, with Ms Lewis, a feminist “theorist” at the Brooklyn Institute for Social Research, keen to “abolish the family.” By which she means, all families, including yours. This mission of familial disintegration would, we were assured, and despite all evidence to the contrary, only have positive, indeed utopian, outcomes. When not wishing for the destruction of other people’s family bonds, Ms Lewis passes the time by championing abortion, via drugs or dismemberment, as a form of “anti-violence,” a corrective killing of the “violent” foetus.
And we also met Duke University’s Kathy Rudy, a lecturer in Women’s Studies and self-styled “queer theorist,” who told us, “I know I love my dogs with all my heart, but I can’t figure out if that love is sexually motivated.” Readers who have been licked by a dog and somehow not found the experience particularly erotic were told that, “The line between ‘animal lover’ and zoophile is not only thin, it is non-existent.”
The year drew to a close with the annual meeting of the American Anthropological Association, among whose members “decolonisation” and railing against “white supremacy” are very much in fashion, and “anthropology of the self” is The New Hotness. Expectations of evidence, however, are both old-hat and oppressive, on grounds that “scepticism is violence.”
Similar noises echoed at Montreal’s Concordia University, where even light is being “decolonised” – by people with salaries and lots of taxpayer subsidy. Apparently, “all physicists and other scientists” should divert time and effort from their actual work in order to become familiar with indigenous “bodies of knowledge.” Presumably, on grounds that one simply can’t do physics or astronomy without a detailed knowledge of magical talking beavers and rival chiefs stealing the Moon. “Feminist theory” and “critical race theory” will of course be brought to bear, as these things are “part of physics in a holistic sense.”
And at Carleton University’s School of Journalism and Communication, assorted luminaries of the Canadian media expressed their bewilderment at why their line of work doesn’t inspire the expected deference among the general public. The word hate was deployed frequently, with little regard for meaning, and panellists insisted that being a journalist on Twitter, where readers can tweet mockery and corrections in close to real time, is indistinguishable from surviving in an active warzone. Other mortal hazards included pejorative use of the word woke – one of many things that can induce “anxiety, depression and post-traumatic distress.” Possible explanations for the public’s failure to hold their betters in high regard remained oddly untouched, however. Even when Hill Times columnist and “anti-racism expert” Erica Ifill boasted that she doesn’t bother to interview white men. And who did so confident that she would not be challenged by any of her peers, or by any of the would-be journalists gathered in the audience.
Yes, our betters at large. These, then, are the heights to which we must aspire.
Heavens, buttons. I wonder what they do.
Children discuss pocket money, 1970.
At some point one has to conclude that he is incorrigible and a danger to others, and put him permanently away.
At some point one has to conclude that he is incorrigible and a danger to others, and put him permanently away.
We see repeatedly a criminal arrested who has dozens of arrests/convictions and yet is still out on the street. If there are no consequences, such people will just keep doing crime. The idea of “victim” has pushed aside the reality of “menace”.
From the tomato juice section
cylindrical cubes
Now that is clever
children and pocket money
Notice the blond kid arguing that the other kid has too much pocket money, that he doesn’t need that much. Socialism starts young. I do however admire the articulateness.
There just comes a time that staff in the latest retail experience are not going to take it anymore.
Excellent.
Via Rita Panahi, Vice stages a “debate”.
Two normal women, one or two guys in womanface (the one in red is a tossup), and a whole lot of victimhood.
The whole video is here, as you value your sanity and/or last meal, I can’t recommend watching it in one sitting.
Socialism starts young.
Foundation of it is envy. The kids who save money to buy stuff they really want or the girl who puts some aside so she can buy a present for her sister — all have parents who have taught them about delayed gratification, budgeting and how to personally honor a loved one.
The kid crying ‘not fair’ has quite different parents.
Darleen: my mother was a saver. Any money I got for birthday/christmas went into my savings account. But it never came out. I figured out about age 12 that if I wanted $ for fun stuff, I have to earn it, so I became an entrepreneur. Collected golf balls in the woods and sold them. Cut grass. etc. I always had enough to go to movies or bowling or to buy SF books. So she did me a big favor in a funny sort of way.
OK…Am I the only one here who found those discussions a bit…forced? Or is it a UK/US cultural difference thing? In 1970 I was about the same age as those kids and there is no flippin way that I nor any of my friends would have given those answers. It smells like they were told well beforehand that they would be on TV and at the very least what the questions would be and to (hint, hint) think about your answers.
Yes. Most likely honest ones. I notice he’s also the one who admitted that he would spend his money on sensible kid stuff like comic books. At that age I would have said baseball cards. He was also a bit miffed that they had doubled in price recently, hence “not fair”. I also find it interesting that he wasn’t hip to the idea that everyone was supposed to wear a white shirt that day. He seemed more normal and less programmed than the other kids.
Also, it appears blond “too much pocket money” boy had no fear of getting his ass kicked after class for being such a suck up little chump. Either that or he was incapable of thinking that far ahead. Either or both of which points to where we are today. In my day only girls could get away with that crap.
I take it back. Blue shirt boy is just as bad. Didn’t watch the ending until I just now showed the whole thing to my wife. She agrees it’s enormously suspicious/scripted.
…Am I the only one here who found those discussions a bit…forced?
Maybe. I’m thinking much more cherry-picked and edited. I have very clear memories of my childhood and the discussions about allowances amongst my friends at that age was only second to what we wanted for Christmas and what passed for gossip in the grade-school set.
I got an allowance and was expected to 1) not slack on my assigned chores 2) save for/use it on *extras* that I wanted (within reason). I spent quite a bit on paperback books 🙂
Yeah…well additionally, the girl who said she buys things for her sister…her parents should have had a CPS or equivalent visit. Why does she get such a large allowance that she’s spending much of it on her sister? Don’t the parents give the sister her own allowance? Maybe the parents really wanted a boy and she disappointed them? This crap comes from somewhere.
‘Top Virginia Math and Science Magnet School Refused to Tell Students They Were National Merit Finalists, Preventing Them From Putting That on Their College Applications, For the Sake of Racial “Equity”‘
“Equal outcomes for very student, without exception.”
National Merit: and yet they are quite happy to allow people to excel in sports and music. Schools have a track team etc. and they are supposed to win.
Some conservative wag interviewed students at someplace like Stanford who were happy about income sharing. They had a petition for grade sharing (“share your A with the less capable students!”) and no one would sign it. ahahahaha
It’s a job, apparently.
White Waffle House girl.
Maybe not the hero we want, but the hero we need. Or heroine…whatever…
“All kids UNDER 18 are welcome.” Only a homophobic transphobe would even suggest it is grooming.
WOW! Ex-Army, maybe?
The article also gives a link to the full video, but the video is no longer there. Here’s a link that currently works.
Something I have been saying for years. Now Roger Simon is saying. Is it a legitimate point or does it require more waiting, more time to sink in?
We also noted several educators whose paycheque and woke status depend on propagating failure and resentment among the young and impressionable.
It’s like visiting a mad house.
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As with many of the other entries, it does suggest an irretrievable disconnect, a moral gulf.
Bless you, madam. May you know the satisfaction of new pans.
As I said in one of the linked posts,
And by the time the real-world consequences of this “social justice” posturing have become difficult to avoid, Dr Inoue and his peers will have been paid, handsomely, and will be merrily exploiting the next batch of suckers.
i had a tab still open on that bbc children pocket money link and out of further curiosity I scrolled down and read the Twitter responses. Not to beat a dead horse but seriously, wtf? The vast majority of people (UK mostly) think that discussion was 100% on the level, that those were genuine responses from children, just some randomly selected group of kids, is…stunning. Surely a few other people see through this? Or am I waaay off base in my questioning? Could this truly be how children actually thought and behaved back in 1970 in the UK? Because that certainly would not have been the case in the US, outside of maybe the most fru-fru elitist private school ever. Seriously. This is borderline nuts. Nearly Monty Python level absurd.
It should also be fairly obvious that encouraging teenagers to displace responsibility – to regard almost any shortcoming or failure as someone else’s fault, as proof of “systemic racism” or “white supremacy” – is not an act of kindness or “compassion.” It just propagates a kind of moral neoteny.
That.
Even if you grant that there is such a thing as systemic racism, which I do not, the chaos and murder in certain zip codes makes the problem worse. If minorities follow Amy Wax’s advice to finish school, get married and stay married, get a job (any job), and stay out of jail, the average income in bad areas would more than double and the jails would empty–even if incomes did not reach white levels.
In point of fact, the median income for working black women is the same as for working white women (not the mean but the median). It is young black men who are in so much trouble. So many businesses are anxious to hire minorities to prove they are not racist that the continued problem exists only because these young men are unemployable and dangerous. Because they grew up fatherless and with a psychology of hopelessness, they don’t even try, have not learned how to function as adults. They engage in status battles with other young men instead of getting into the workforce. They think dealing drugs is a job. It is like Mogadishu.
In the spirit of ephemera, wallpaper of note.
A bicycle rider is being killed.
A new boxing league. This one confuses me, will it be “trans”men against “trans”men, AKA another women’s league, similar for “women”, or mixed wherein the “women” beat the crap out of the “men” to prove “women can compete with men” (the yasss kween effect) or some such nonsense?
The more important questions, will we be forced to watch? Forced to care? Will this be yet another tiresome sport constantly shoved in my face with lots of fake rah-rah by the virtuous? Like women’s soccer?
A bicycle rider is being killed.
Isn’t San Francisco where the malevolently deranged Critical Mass began?
My conservative…”conservative” friend cyclists in Florida are fans of CM. My mentioning the problems with CM (hell, their logo is a fist) was met with blank stares.
My conservative…”conservative” friend cyclists in Florida are fans of CM. My mentioning the problems with CM (hell, their logo is a fist) was met with blank stares.
I used to be astonished at the lengths my “conservative” friends would go to, to explain away such antisocial behavior.
This illustrates why I stopped treating libertarian thinkers as serious adults.
Another antisocial bicycle rider.
“Could this truly be how children actually thought and behaved back in 1970 in the UK?”
Yes – from someone who was 12 at the time. We were brought up to respect adults.
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In 1970 I was about the same age as those kids and there is no flippin way that I nor any of my friends would have given those answers
Yes, while American kids were wasting their $$$ on chewing gum and comic books and flick knives, the English kids seem to have been investing their weekly 1s6d in sensible stocks and bonds.
Worth watching the 7-Up/14-Up episodes from 1964 (when the kids were 7) and 1970 (when the kids were 14). The posh 7 year olds were extraordinarily prissy (“I read the Financial Times”), and while the 14 year olds were more cautious about coming across as prissy, they didn’t overcompensate by acting like juvenile delinquents.
Also worth watching Frederic Wiseman’s fly-on-the-wall documentary High School from around 1968. Apart from a small revolutionary cell of 1960’s types slouching and jangling their medallions in the film/discussion society, most of the teenagers are well-scrubbed, sitting up straight, and wanting to say the right thing to win the approval of the teachers.
Another antisocial bicycle rider.
Drywitness – avid cyclist AND “ethical vegan”, so grand champion in the Insufferable Personality Competition.
And to disrespect your friends with prissy moral busybodying about how they should spend their own money?
Here’s the thing…well part of the thing as I’m a bit busy at the moment and my eyes are a bit tired from all the rolling…I get that the kind of kids who feel comfortable speaking up in such a situation tend to be of the apple polishing, prissy kind. I recall myself in 8th grade parochial school where, near as I could tell, every kid in my class except myself and two others had some big dramatic stories to tell about how they were on the road to perdition, at age 13, and found Christ just in time…because apple polishing. There was a good bit of that going on at the time. However while I was (unfortunately?) raised to behave myself and respect adults, that was not to come at the expense of making up total BS. And I though Eddie Haskell was transparent.
Drywitness – avid cyclist AND “ethical vegan”, so grand champion in the Insufferable Personality Competition.
Well, what that bus driver did is technically a felony, but I am impressed at how skillfully he managed to only slightly mangle the rear wheel of the bicycle. And that cyclist clearly needed an immediate lesson in how to behave in public.
I wonder if this evil New York woman is a vegan too.
I wonder if this evil New York woman is a vegan too.
What would bother me more is if she is really an anesthesiologist.
How to deal with kyakers, the bicyclists of the sea.
or are seals the punks of the sea?
I wonder if this evil New York woman is a vegan too.
It appears it is not just Asians and dogs that she doesn’t like.
“…For $500, the answer is Classes I Skipped”
“What is Biology?”, Alex…
I’m… puzzled. Is she his mother?
readers were led to believe that expectations of workplace professionalism are terribly racist, and that brown-skinned employees must be allowed to “bring their whole selves to work.” A wholeness of self that includes behaving in ways likely to be “interpreted as violent or aggressive.”
I thought you were joking. Then I read the post.
(⊙⊙)(☉_☉)(⊙⊙)
A remarkable amount of woke posturing does seem to boil down to, “I want to be tediously self-involved and to behave in childish, demanding, even sociopathic, ways. I expect to do so with impunity, and in fact to be applauded.”
Once spotted, it’s a common theme.
I thought you were joking.
And this one…
We also marvelled at the intricacies of progressive club-going and intersectional dancing, all of which has to be carefully organised and ruthlessly policed. Lest the wrong colour people gyrate near each other.
F*cking hell.
Tip jar hit 🙂
Bless you, sir. May you be referred to as a “young man” well into your forties, and beyond, if only by ladies of a certain age and whose eyes ain’t what they were.
Is my dog transphobic?
Sometimes you can judge a book by its cover.
But don’t forget to also shun those who demand that we “respect” these…persons.
Wallpaper of note.
Wallpaper of note.
Now you can be “secure beneath the watchful eyes” even in your own home!
(Except that citizens are still not safe. Crime reduction was only the pretext.)
My eye is still twitching at your up-buggered avatar.
This avatar?
…which for some reason is rendering all blurry but…I’m not seeing whatever it is. Just the default one.
This is what’s offending me. It’s like walking around with ketchup on your chin.
My eye is still twitching at your up-buggered avatar.
Talk to your admin Chris: I never created an avatar, here or elsewhere Nor have I ever logged in. In fact, my avatar here used to be that circular generic image that ccscientist and some other commenters get. So whatever is going wrong is happening inside your blogging software.
This avatar?
…which for some reason is rendering all blurry but…
You’ve started your New Years drinking already?
civilization: the natural state of a person is to be selfish, short-sighted, petty, and aggressive. Just like dogs, we need to be trained when young. Celebration of the “natural” and bowing to one’s own emotions is playing with fire. A trait of those in jail is extreme impulsivity. If they could think it through they probably would not have done the crime. Break up the family with welfare payments and feminism and this is what you get: feral youth with no manners, impulse control, or kindness in them. The opposite of civilized.
Celebration of the “natural” and bowing to one’s own emotions is playing with fire.
Liberals love to talk about “being authentic”. Remember Norman Mailer praising the “authenticity” of ghetto thugs?
This is what’s offending me. It’s like walking around with ketchup on your chin.
Curiously, it displays differently for you. Here is what I see:
The most recent Wayback Machine snapshot of this blog was taken on December 18. In it, my avatar looks as I described:
And it’s not a cache thing.
[ Shakes fist at heavens. ]
Note also that some of the snapshots I posted here are blurred and distorted. They look fine when you click on them to see them in their own window, so I think there is a problem with your auto-resize code.
Fellow mayo monsters, we need to be educated and do better, stealing TVs during a blizzard is in fact a necessity.
Mayo monsters. Cum goblins. Q-tip people.
Few people realize (or admit) just how common and extreme black racism is.
This is one of the many reasons for university “safe spaces”: So blacks can go on racist rants without being recorded and even reported.
Just curious, will this guy be Sir Helen, or Dame Helen?
Happy New Year, or at least better than the last, to youse Down Under.
Culinary map of Europe, according to France.
Shoddy research or biased researchers?
“The vast Atlantic Ocean…” Heh.
[ Glares across English Channel. ]
[ Glares across English Channel. ]
America stands ready. Just say the word.
[ Sucks in gut. Checks supply of arthritis medicine. ]
Gimme a break. It’s not even 11AM here. I’ve only had three.
Gimme a break. It’s not even 11AM here. I’ve only had three.
Given the state of the world, I cannot condemn anyone for wanting to be constantly drunk.
Culinary map: when the EU first started to open borders to trade, the French did not want disgusting German sausage in and the Germans were horrified by some French cheeses–esp those with little mites in them. If you ate weird foods as a kid, they become normal.
US “cuisine” consists of hundreds of fast foods. If we want luxury we eat Italian or asian. Ok, a big steak is american too. When I was in France I discovered that they don’t believe in ageing beef (a disgusting thing to do, apparently), so their steak is like leather. Small sample size I admit. I tried twice.
when the EU first started to open borders to trade, the French did not want disgusting German sausage in
You mean all those sausages made from offal?
the Germans were horrified by some French cheeses–esp those with little mites in them.
Cheese mites. That’s disgusting.
US “cuisine” consists of hundreds of fast foods.
Yes and also no: America “steals” from cuisines around the world, so you can find lots of good restaurants of many sorts–French, Italian, Greek, German, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, and so on.
It’s like the English language: “English doesn’t borrow from other languages. English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over, and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.”
pst314 of course we have ethnic restaurants but I was referring to “invented here” like the hot dog and breaded fried chicken
Even the hot dog is foreign. See wiener and frankfurter.
White Waffle House girl.
Waffle House Wendy in her own words.
Waffle House Wendy in her own words.
She didn’t give her last name, for privacy reasons. She should have taken off that “dog tag” that she was wearing around her neck.
Helpful hint: Dead felons never re-offend.
Shoddy research or biased researchers?
As Dogbert would say, that’s not an ‘or’ question.
I am shocked, shocked!
I have read that in Texas you may shoot home invaders dead without warning.
This is insulting to the Great God Om.
I have read that in Texas you may shoot home invaders dead without warning.
I know. They’ve become so liberal. Used to be you could shoot house guests who over-stayed their welcome.
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Where is Chris? That avatar problem ought to be fixed by now.
[ Childish petulance increases. ]
Instant gratification isn’t soon enough!
Thank you for the warning. Please advise how we can follow your advice.
They always look alike.
They always look alike.
Not exactly. There are also the obese slovenly commies, the bitter bearded elderly commies, the tenured wine-sipping commies….
Not exactly.
Point taken, OK, not all commies look like that clown, but all clowns that look like that are commies.
And the rider, after being killed, went private, so the video isn’t there any more.
But the Daily Mail got hold of the video, and even after she was being killed, she seemed not too dead and answered a few of their questions. And we all lived schadenfreudely ever after. Okay, at least for a while.
The Neurotic Childish Woman™ is very in right now.
Also, happy new year.
Not entirely inconceivable.
Also, drag hags.
At least the fag hags never had to sacrifice their own children to appease the objects of their fascination.
She also said it was impossible for her to ‘zip around’ the ambulance due to traffic armadillos (pictured), which would have caused her to get off her bike to maneuver around
a) Tell me you are not a serious bike rider without telling me you are not a serious bike rider.
b) Much easier to get off and have a prolonged hissy fit than the couple of seconds to get off because you can’t manage plastic rumble strips.