Perhaps A Bigger Purse
Lifted from the comments: Man thinks his purse makes him a woman:
Misgendered at Walmart~ #MentalHealthCrisis #Unhinged
Gender ideology has made clothes synonymous with gender. Apparently, feminine colors and carrying a purse now define what it means to be a woman. pic.twitter.com/vwMCrIxZIE
— L G B (@L__G__B) January 13, 2024
And so, you must accept and affirm his rejection of himself.
“Why can’t people be more sensitive?” says he, indignantly. And yet, the insensitivity – one might say rudeness – of insisting that others lie on demand and say things that they don’t for a minute believe to be true – this passes unremarked. Imposing one’s psychodrama on random shop assistants – a coerced participation – seems fairly rude to me. But apparently, as so often, the expected sensitivity only goes one way.
And note that the competitively progressive view – as mouthed by our bandana-wearing chappie – is that purses and pink are the very essence and definition of womanhood, the pivotal criteria. The stuff of which women are made. How far we’ve come.
Also, open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
It’s not his progressive view that concerns me. It’s the view of the progressives who “ally” for him. He’s likely mentally ill. Either way, he’s unstable and effectively mostly harmless on his own. It’s the people who take him seriously and demand that the rest of us take him seriously that really disturb me. But even in this tranny context, as bloody absurd as it is, the real dangers are in the parallel contexts of racial, political (Marxist), medical, climate and other #science issues. The context that this absurdity provides cover/distraction for those absurdities is the greater danger. Nightmarish even.
Case somewhat in point, I was told by conservatives…”conservatives” that STEM was a firewall against these and similar absurdities. Of course some of those conservatives are dead now so…? Heather Mac Donald:
https://www.city-journal.org/article/the-corruption-of-medicine-2
We must all hope he can continue to withhold his rage…
Would he be happier if someone told him, “Damn, you’re one ugly dame?”
Toast.
Daubed with Ecuadoran Tamarillo Salsa. Topped with Époisses cheese, then grilled.
Mimosas.
Heaven.
Thank you for asking.
The pink purse is problematic. Is not pink for girls and blue for boys something that the gender benders find intolerable?
You’re thinking of willies.
Eggs. With pork sausage and a large coffee.
Bacon sandwich. With coffee, obviously.
Technically, it was brunch. But still.
Band name.
Band name.
Leave off the “You’re”, just “Thinking of Willies”. The whole thing would be an album name.
Related to the post topic, however, we find ourselves in a Seattle school where calling yourself straight is offensive, because of course it is.
Biscuits and gravy, AKA God’s Own Breakfast.
Pink and blue willies? 😧
Weasel.
Reverse Ferret.
Curiously, what seems to have escaped our racist brown-skinned ethnic-neck-scarf-wearing diversity hire is that the corollary of her claiming Johns Hopkins is run by and for cishetropatriarchowytemiddleclasschristioanglos is that by definition it makes her a token.
Does it not?
“Racist” should be applied routinely to these swine.
Speaking of racist shit-weasels, what surprised me about the Claudine Gay debacle is that no-one defended her blatant cheating by declaring that
plagiarism=copying+power+privilege+penis
Perhaps we really are passing peak woke?
Ominous.
I had heard that they were reproducing elements of a concentration camp in Leeds “for artistic purposes“, but really, this seems to be taking the authenticity too far!
That’s what you get for going to Leeds.
[ Klaxons, shouting. ]
Over the decades, I’ve only been to Leeds a couple of times. Can’t recall much about the place.
We did visit Barnsley, briefly, a few years ago. The car park exit led to an indoor market. It was like stepping into the 1970s.
[ Ignores blaring Klaxons. Whistles nonchalantly. Casually reverses into hedge. ]
Nope. This is fine. Nothing to see here.
Oh look – a squirrel.
[ Covers Up-Buggered Link Detector with damp tea-towel. Steam rises. ]
Thunderf00t indulges in some well-earned gloating over the failure of Hyperloop One, having burned through $450,000,000. With nothing to show for it but a few sections of “solar-powered” metal tubing.
We really do live in the Stupid Ages.
It’s quite an honour to be able to participate, really.
In the distant future historians will tell the tale of a glorious ancient civilization which mysteriously vanished after some kind of mass hysteria caused them to dismantle their energy supply system, shutter their farms, spend all their money on the mad schemes of ultra-wealthy con-men, sterilise all their own children and then import the world’s most violent, ignorant and barbaric people to look after them in their old age.
What am I to think of all the women around here wearing all black? Please don’t tell these gender-benders that at least in some places the women are all wearing leggings/yoga pants. Though the upside is that such pants would show whether these guys have gotten the surgery, so there’s that.
So, Barbie.
Found the problem “Religion or Spirituality: None.”
As Instapundit often quips, “Maybe letting the enemies of our civilisation teach our children was a mistake.”
I see he missed the most important social index:
“Epithet – the term by which other people refer to you.
E.g. Prick, Twat, Cunt, Fuckstick, Arsewipe, Wokeist, Racist, Groomer, Parasite, President of Harvard, etc.”
Found the problem “Religion or Spirituality: None.”
That was the straight yte male kid, not the turnip masquerading as a teacher.
What is a woman?
In: wearing pink and carrying a purse
Out: biology
A costume, apparently.
More like a skin-suit.
Just being helpful.
Never got excited about Hyperloop, never followed the news.
I recall there were a number of pneumatic tube mail systems over 100 years ago, but all were eventually abandoned.
Maybe we should simply refer to them all as Transvestites or Cross-dressers
Well, Bandana-Dude did seem quite angry.
I’ll get my coat… hey, does anyone else smell smoke?
[ Finishes liquid-centre chocolate pudding and generous dollop of custard. ]
Good luck, sir.
Sometimes I’m not sarcastic.
Cookie cutter fail.
Oh, I see the problem here – the cookie dough has spread out either because the ratio of flour to fat is too low, or there is excess fat and sugar or these were over-mixed together. In addition the dough may have been too warm, the cookie sheet too warm or the oven too cool, allowing the mixture to melt and pool before it bakes into a firm set.
Also the folded dog’s ear makes the cookie look like an un-circumcised penis.
It is “unfair” and “disrespectful to blacks” to close an unprofitable store without first asking the permission of “the black community”. No mention of rampant thefts and assaults. I sometimes wonder what percentage of priests and ministers today are, well, fools and grifters and racists.
Still struggling to find reasons to bicker.
Only if you’re not ‘transforming the paradigm’ or some such.
Oh no you aren’t!
This is a biscuit. It does not go with gravy.
[ Retreats to safe distance. ]
Oh yes I am!
AREN’T!
ARE!
Maybe even “allowing our enemies to live among us was a mistake”.
After paying careful attention to the good Reverend’s cock-waffle I understood him to express the hope that ‘they’:
“would deal with the immediate wooom and unanimously commit to supporting a measure to request a decision to reveal a dream team to work together to give black people a fair share aboard a car with its brakes on.”
Maybe it’s only me, but have these black people considered just paying for the stuff they steal instead?
This isn’t a bicker – it’s just a contradiction!
Corollary: Have they considered no longer making excuses for the thieves? No longer blaming crime on “racism”? No longer excusing the ghetto loser culture?
Not quite. Banks use them at their drive-through facilities & I know of at least one hospital pharmacy that used one for getting medications to various departments.
I could abuse Karl for his fancy recipes, or Farnsworth for biscuits and gravy, but my heart’s just not in any such false pretense of hostility.
Ah! I know! How about a game of “let’s you and him fight”?
How about a religious war over the relative merits of various
biscuitscookies?OK…can I get a witness or am I alone in pausing, just for a moment to run through my memory of mid-century Hess’s and Hermans…
Awww. You say the sweetest things!
Of course almost anything is fancy compared to how I cook….
You’re thinking of Rudolf Göring 😃
From further down that thread, from…three decades ago…nobody has learned a damn thing. For a society to still be this bloody stupid, this ignorant, this obtuse after three decades (actually much longer but the video evidence…nevermind) is inexcusable. How does this situation change without considerable bloodshed, I don’t know.
https://twitter.com/activeasian/status/1745136238599024816/
To be fair, some have.
It’s all too much to keep up with.
[ resists urge to quote over-referenced King Crimson lines yet one more time]
This from a lot that calls ketchup “tomato sauce” and uses Marmite for anything other than repairing concrete.
Yeah, that future where cities just get up and drive away isn’t looking so ridiculous now, is it?
OK I must admit that was unexpected!
Speaking of recipes…
The way Americans pronounce chassis. With a hard ‘ch’.
There, I’ve said it.
Still struggling to find reasons to bicker.
Aluminum is pronounced /əˈlo͞omənəm/.
[ Muffled muttering, vase shatters. ]
Well, this ‘Murican pronounces it with a soft ‘sh’. Except when reminded that this is the (lip curls) Fwench pronunciation. Whereupon consternation renders me silent.
Elevator, not lift. Hood, not bonnet. Fender, not wing. Radio, not wireless.
And another thing. Vase.
Rhymes with cars, not face.
Mayonnaise, not salad cream.
That’s just silly – everyone knows that Marmite dissolves concrete. And brick. And stone. And stomachs.
This is the most piss-poor bickering I’ve seen in years. Disgraceful.
Did everyone secretly drop ecstasy…?
Well, we’re only really divided by the same language…
How’s this?
Just think, David. At this very moment millions of Americans are drinking Lipton tea. And liking it. Some even heat the water . . . in the microwave. And there’s nothing you can do about it.
Well this leaves me a tad nonplussed.
The way Americans pronounce chassis. With a hard ‘ch’.
IOW the right way, as we have rejected the perfidious French and their so called “language” which has five vowels, “ong”, “ong”, “ong”, “ong”, and “ong”.
What about the bizarre way British people pronounce the word, presume? Preuhzheume.
If you fix that word, you’ll win back the British Empire.
If you fix that word…
That word? Up above he was stuffing an “R” in vase, and there is always the classic “shedule” for schedule which is particularly interesting considering the usual aversion to pronouncing the letter H.
The random insertion and deletion of letters baffles even Bosnians.
My God I’d completely forgotten that SNL used to be funny.
How typical of you Merry Cans that you’ve failed to learn how to bow out gracefully.
How typical of you Merry Cans…
The writers and producers are not Americans, they just live here.
Hard no. You’ll have to also fix Featherstonehaugh.
I’m so old I remember when Canadians had a sense of humor.
Fair enough – we could say the same about our Royal Family.
Except for the ones that live there, of course.
And no, we don’t want those ones back.
Let’s keep our telephone sanitizers and put the celebs on the Golgafrincham Ark B.
The iconic feminist asshole head-tilt.
And no, we don’t want those ones back.
We don’t want them either, can the King make Harry ambassador to Pitcairn’s Island? Perhaps cruel to the islanders, I know, but payback for their ancestors stealing the Bounty.
I’m so old I remember when Canadians had a sense of humor.
Hey, we elected a snowboarding, silly-sock wearing, blackface-assuming, part-time teacher and political scion as Prime Minister. Now that’s funny.
Calling Fidel a politician is a bit of a stretch.
I notice this being a thing mentioned more and more lately. Something similar that I noticed in general regarding the photo headshots that people pose for, selectively decide upon and after at least some consideration go with is what I call the “leaning into the photo” tell. Of course a good, professional photographer will correct this but it surprises me how often I see it. So often when I read some absolute crap leftist thinking, the photo of the person looks like he’s for some reason not committed to having the photo taken. There’s a similar thing that I used to notice with conservatives…”conservatives” placing their hand under their chin. So we can tell they do thinking. George Will and deceased central Florida columnist Charley Reese come to mind. I notice leftist (though I’m pretty sure he considers himself a “conservative”) Thomas Friedman does this as well.
Calling Fidel a politician is a bit of a stretch.
I was talking about Margaret.
A tragic tale of breadfruit and [island] babes, duty and rebellion, that makes a smashing film. Or five smashing films.
No, no-one does. It’s a bit like playing “pass the parcel” with a bag of dogshit. But you’re the ones who lost. And after all they’re at least 50% your fault.
Can we find a way to blame them on the Belgians?
But you’re the ones who lost.
True enough, but mainly because grandpa didn’t want them under foot.
And after all they’re at least 50% your fault.
Again true enough, but who gave Harry such bad judgement? I mean it is like being able to have nigh any car on the planet so you go for a used Yugo.