The Perils Of Panto Season
Further to this, and lifted from the comments:
One of my favourite things about The Age Of Stupid is that we’re expected to find a man wearing women’s clothes either:
A. Immediately absolutely hilarious, what a laugh eh
B. Not remotely funny at all, how dare youDepending entirely on what that man wants. pic.twitter.com/Ju9wBkvqd5
— Gareth Roberts (@OldRoberts953) September 25, 2023
The New Rules Of Pretending, illustrated here, aren’t entirely coherent, even if one were willing to play along. On the one hand, fat, screeching drag queens are supposedly comedic and a kind of jolly panto, something exaggerated and silly, and suitable for children. Something to make the kiddies laugh.
But on the other hand, dysmorphic men and autogynephiles, who are often difficult to distinguish from drag queens, are supposedly Beings Of Infinite Seriousness And Validity, and even a raised eyebrow can result in finger-wagging and accusations of hatred. And so the sight of a cross-dressing man is something that we must find both absurd and amusing, and, simultaneously, not at all funny.
It’s a tricky manoeuvre. I mean, do we chuckle or not?
And what about this sinewy nymph?
Answers on a postcard, please.
Please tell me I can laugh.
Well, as noted here before, regarding trans activism and demands for customised pronouns:
I’ve seen countless examples of men dressed as women, where it’s not been at all clear which of the above the men in question might be. And in real life, one doesn’t often have the time to mentally parse these distinctions, to fathom the most likely one, and to then respond accordingly. While hoping for the best.
Assuming, that is, one were inclined to play along.
And the consequences of not playing along can get quite serious.
And of course there are those who will lay claim to multiple, contradictory categories – whichever is in fashion, or confers some advantage.
Say, this chap here. An educator, no less.
Dr Cremin, above, has of late laid claim to the umbrella term “trans,” presumably expecting to be exempt from criticism or suspicion, while simultaneously claiming that his classroom cross-dressing, and his efforts to disconcert students, are purely fetishistic.
Does the sinewy nymph not know that you have to remove all the walnuts from your tights before pulling them on?
Perhaps he missed those crucial early lessons of girlhood due to all the time spent outside the playground gates head-butting the back end of buses.
Incidentally, for those of us who have not sold our soul to YouTube, I note that today is one of those days when they wipe all of our carefully curated platform preferences.
Isn’t it bizarre, that due to cretinous over-regulation of t’internets we have to acknowledge their use of cookies to store our personal preferences. Every. Single. Time. But then they go ahead and periodically reset those very same cookies making the whole process utterly fucking redundant.
Another opportunity for Rumble to disappoint me I suppose. Mainly because I don’t find videos of grown men slapping each other across the face particularly engrossing.
Maybe if they were to use fish?
Boy’s feelings trump girl’s feelings.
We live in ludicrous times.
Well, indeed. Though I do like how his wig almost matches the corner display cabinet in the background. The one artfully adorned with a carrier bag.
It screams seduction.
More like ideological insanity trumps reality. Amiright?
On the subject of which, I’ve invented a complex social framework called Bender, which classifies people according to an arbitrary and often self-contradictory set of criteria. I’ve designated a category called “Policeman“. This is populated based on an individual’s claim to “be”, “want to be” or “identify as” a Policeman.
I’m currently working up a petition to require local authorities to accept this Bender-Policeman as a drop-in replacement for whatever patriarchal, exclusionary, racist, bigoted process they currently have for assigning policemanhood at ceremony.
It’s the only kind thing to do, and I can’t see any possible down-side.
Assuming the boy in question has a genuine mental health problem, and is not merely indulging in opportunist mischief, and if said boy is so alienated from his physical self that using the boys’ toilets is somehow a cause of mental discomfort, then the disabled toilets are available. They’re generally cleaner and more spacious. And entirely gender neutral.
Of course, if the unspoken object is not in fact merely to pee, but to pee among girls – i.e., to make girls reluctant accessories to, or participants in, some kind of psychodrama – then the disabled toilets won’t quite cut the mustard, will they? The gender neutrality would be unappealing, offering no opportunity for coerced affirmation. But that would suggest that the girls have a pretty good reason not to allow a boy with such ambitions into their toilets.
The girl’s mother is complaining not because there was a boy in the girls’ bathroom, but because the school didn’t use it as teachable moment to give her autistic daughter the extra trans acceptance lessons she required.
An autistic child would presumably have difficulties navigating hypocrisies, knowing when to keep her mouth shut, figuring out the unofficial workarounds (for example noticing that the other girls don’t use a particular bathroom any more, or never go into it alone).
But would an autistic child be slower or quicker to accept a non-negotiable rule that anyone who wants to use the girls’ bathroom is a girl? Surely it’s the non-autistic children whose common sense would be offended, who could anticipate the practical problems?
Every attempt to try to be understanding, decent, to meet them half-way on this and other issues is a victory for them. They get to ratchet the Overton Window in their favored direction. Victory for them is followed by victory after victory. I tried to tell people this ages ago. In this specific domain it was back when Harvey Fierstein portrayed Mrs. Santa Claus in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade about 20 years ago. Oh, you’re being silly! So a man was playing a beloved female children’s character. It’s no big deal. Yeah, uh…kinda creepy dude, don’t you think? No, gosh no. Why would anyone think that. You just hate gays don’t you? This has nothing to do with being gay. Etc. etc. etc.
Jordan Peterson offers an explanation:
The girl’s mother is complaining […] because the school didn’t use it as teachable moment to give her autistic daughter the extra trans acceptance lessons she required
That kid’s not autistic.
“There should have been more support for Kenzie.”
Talk about skirting the issue.
Since autism, like all mental disorders, is now magically “on a spectrum”, I’m afraid we’ve all become autistic. And I for one welcome our medical overlords.
As a great band once sang “Life’s a spectrum, I recall“
That.
Again, as noted following this, it calls to mind the militant nudists of San Francisco, who claim only to be interested in “civil rights,” but who invariably seek out busy locations where others will be imposed on, including small children. Because waving your dick about just ain’t thrilling enough unless there are passers-by to be scandalised or made uncomfortable.
The transgression, and imposition, is very much part of the appeal. For them, I mean.
Since autism, like all mental disorders, is now magically “on a spectrum”
I’ve had that discussion with a number of people, trying to explain that a spectrum goes from 0 to 100 (or whatever scale is being used). Therefore [1] We’re ALL on the spectrum, [2] therefore term carries no useful information.
Still haven’t changed any minds.
The transgression, and imposition, is very much part of the appeal. For them, I mean.
See also this subset of entitled gas
bagsgiants who also think the world should revolve around them, which, given the gravitational field, is a possibility I suppose.“Demands” mind you. According to the International Building Code, a place with occupancy capacity of 100 or more has to have corridors 6 feet wide. If one cannot squeeze oneself through that, lifestyle changes just might be in order.
I’ve had similar experiences. Never give up though. It’s not the minds of the people you are trying to convince that matter. They hardly ever change. It’s the ones on the sidelines that are in play.
https://peakprosperity.com/mattias-desmet-on-mass-formation/
Still haven’t changed any minds.
Probably because the most silenced, marginalized, and oppressed groups lack exposure, so in The Great White North another month ought to do it.
What is revealing is how words are thrown around. One of the twits we have seen claims to be “gender neutral trans” which makes no sense at all. Another wants all sorts of approval for being asexual (don’t like sex? don’t play, problem solved, and no one cares). Or someone is “genderqueer” –what the hell does that mean? Or even someone is married (to opposite sex) but is queer. WTF?
As pointed out years ago, to a woman in a locker room when a man in a dress comes in, it is impossible for her to tell if this is a “true” trans (should such things exist), a pervert, an autogynophile, or something else. If one ever mentions this, it is simply denied.
All of this and the suits against bakers and photographers etc is because gay acceptance is virtually complete. We have two women at my small company who are married to other women. One of them showed her wedding pics on a company social zoom and everyone was all “how nice!” If you are completely accepted, you can’t very well be oppressed, can you.
What a quaint notion.
I had one loading groceries into my vehicle yesterday. Some days its a man, some days its a woman-ish kinda lipsticky looking whatsit. Like a scrawny drag queen who sucks at makeup. In -rural- Ontario, be it noted. The sticks.
Having grown up in the time of long hair and punk, I’m willing to make allowances for weird fashion choices on an individual basis. I don’t care, have a party, just put the groceries in the bag right.
On a societal level, how can there be this many of these guys suddenly springing from the woodwork? These are grown-ass men. With jobs. Were they this fucked up all along?
Not to mention the -heinous- lie perpetrated against this man by whoever looks after him. No, he doesn’t look nice in the sundress. No, the highlighter and blush isn’t helping.
They call it art.
In reality, it’s æsthetic crap wrapped up in the proper political buzzwords.
Seh a weh di bongo clippings is dis?
Or as Tom Wolfe put it, the painted word. Supposedly, the artist’s meaning is what’s important, not what we think about the information our reason and our senses get.
The Crane Center, where GFY isn’t an insult, it is a wish fulfilled.
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Gonna need a bigger keyboard…
Dear Sir,
You are evil. An eye bleach warning is expected.
Cordially,
Steve
P.S. Don’t ever change.
[ Looks in mirror, practises innocent face. ]
When I was young, if you were “on the Spectrum” it was just because you couldn’t afford a Commodore 64.
Answer? Shoot, shovel and shut up.
Wrong thread?
“My identity is not a costume”
#Irony