Friday Ephemera (660)
“Can it be done?” || A dispute over parking, in two parts. || Telesnaps of TARDIS interiors. || Tough stuff. || A feminist’s view of autogynephilia and transgender ideology. (NSFW) || Workplace woes. || Twerking woo. || What “equity” involves. || Spot the dots. || Steady, boys. (h/t, Darleen) || His – and I say this with some confidence – is bigger than yours. || The bloody cheek of it. || Suboptimal visualization. (h/t, Asiaseen) || Our betters talk about borders. || How it began. || Today’s word is moshpitting. || The progressive retail experience, parts 450 and 451. || “Critical race scholar” can’t get a date. || If he has to deal with it. || He seems very happy about what sounds like an infection. || First, you have to tilt them. || And finally, with some agitation, a domestic drama unfolds.
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Yet more scenes.
Now down under.
Public transit scenes.
Serious? Facetious? Sarcasm? All three?
Now down under.
An anti-tourism advertisement.
Now down under.
That was a bit of a scary rabbit hole
I suspect there’s no coming back from where she is. Sorry, them is.
Now down under.
Meanwhile in The Netherlands…
Here you can see her discuss “disability justice”, complete with land acknowledgements. So much flummery, so little time.
“The Disability and Intersectionality Summit 2018 National conference (DIS2018) took place on Saturday October 13th at Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) in Cambridge, MA.”
I suspect there’s no coming back from where she is. Sorry, them is.
Not at her age. But what about MIT? Can it recover and return to sanity? A number of former professors have recently said that they believe academia may be beyond saving and that it will be necessary to build new institutions.
That may well be true. Much of it, certainly.
So much flummery, so little time.
Have you noticed how these “revolutionary justice thinkers” all sound so much the same?
“And I think it is terribly hard and terribly important for us to envision a radical future that is cripped the fuck out, that is sick and disabled, that is deaf, that is neurodivergent, that is black and brown, that’s gay as hell.”
I tried to tell people that MIT was going woke. I think even people here. For many years I had an MIT coffee mug I drank from at work. I liked it because it was black and his the coffee stains….anyway…about eight years ago or so I got so disgusted by PC/wokey news that I saw coming from there that I put a strip of duct tape over the MIT logo. When I would explain why I suddenly didn’t like MIT anymore, that I was seeing wokey stuff from them, it was “explained” to me, sometimes in condescending terms, that those people were scientists and real engineers who would be the ultimate firestop against this idiocy that I was worrying too much about.
it was “explained” to me, sometimes in condescending terms, that those people were scientists and real engineers who would be the ultimate firestop against this idiocy that I was worrying too much about.
I have encountered that, too. In some cases the explainers seem to be merely ignorant and stupid. But others have said things which revealed their leftist sympathies–and thus called into question the sincerity of everything they previously said.
In some cases. But for the most part, especially in small groups, those people don’t bother me. No, it’s the people that I respect, or at least used to respect. People whom I had in the past attached value to their opinions. The conservative…”conservative” ones. Or the ones whose politics were not generally discernible, except maybe to me. My doctor being one of them. Those are the people that most irritate me. The confident ones. The leftist ones are only there to annoy because the conservatives failed to heed the obvious (to me) warning signs.
No, it’s the people that I respect, or at least used to respect. People whom I had in the past attached value to their opinions. The conservative…”conservative” ones.
Those are the sorts of people I had in mind, too.
Yesterday was the 104th anniversary of the Great Boston Molasses Disaster.
And where was this information when my mother would tell me when I was a child that I moved like molasses? Now there’s a conspiracy…
It’s almost as if they’re reading from a script provided to them!
It’s almost as if they’re reading from a script provided to them!
Pull the string and the doll talks, just like a real person!