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.
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.