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.
This is unintentionally hilarious. And yet infuriating at the same time. Watch and listen as this woman is called out on the BS of the gender pay gap, so called.
We pronounce it properly in Australia, too. I’d ask you how on earth you pronounce it, but I fear it’d be like Homer asking Mo what he calls the garage:
“Garage? Garage? Ooh la de da, Mr French Man!”
“Well, what do you call it, Mo?”
“A car hole.”
I was going to blame it on the bossa nova myself.
I remember seeing an episode of Countdown where they found the seven-letter word “your-EYE-nulls”, and Susie said with some astonishment that apparently some people pronounce it “YOUR-in-ulls”.
(The word was URINALS.)
…which in turn can be blamed on Rio.
Ooh, topless Demi Moore.
Where’s the link? Where’s the link?
And even after all we did for them!
Don’t blame it on the sunshine
Don’t blame it on the moonlight
Don’t blame it on the good times
A tragic tale of breadfruit …
At the breadfruit tree in Kew Gardens a young German was having trouble with “cast adrift” on the signage. This I explained along with a little context regarding Bligh, Christian and the island’s present status.. A small crowd had gathered to eavesdrop. I concluded by saying that six fingered hands were not uncommon amongst the islanders. Blanche piped up, “Did you hear that Randy? There’s an island where people have six fingered hands.”
Christina Hoff Sommers has covered that so often and is always ignored.
Here (obviously NSFW), although Demi mostly had her hair covering her breasts.
Oh! I’d completely forgotten that movie and thus that reference to Rio.
The last ten seconds in particular. And which reminded me of this:
For instance.
Old but gold, as they say. The boggling incompetence and hasty moving of goalposts is quite something. Not least the implication that someone, presumably a woman, working for 8 hours is the equivalent of someone else, presumably a man, working for 12 hours, and by implication deserving of equal rewards.
Apparently, it’s outdated and oppressive for a young woman to be walked down the aisle at her wedding by her father. And so she can insult him and embarrass him by taking away that role. But of course it’s not outdated for that same father to be expected to pay all of the bills for the wedding at which he’s being so pointedly insulted.
She’s “an independent thinker,” you see.
Also, filming yourself putting on make-up while being a vain, monstrous bitch is probably not a look to go for.
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I think we’ll give that one a post of its own. Comments that-a-way.
Anger is a very male response. Just sayin’.
Obviously an album title. But is it third album, or fourth?
Fourth, after the shakeup.
@Farnsworth M Muldoon. “Biscuits and gravy, AKA God’s Own Breakfast.” Bisto and McVities Digestives? Are you sure about this, sir?
And so WWIII begins with a seemingly polite question.
Obviously an album title. But is it third album, or fourth?
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Fourth. With interest starting to wane they try some bluegrass fusion at the insistence of their (last) publicist. It doesn’t go well.
And so WWIII begins with a seemingly polite question.
Maybe a polite question, but it appears he is another of the old worlders who is terminally confusing cookies with biscuits and some powdered nonsense with gravy.
I think an ESL class is in order, though given the thinking beans on toast is actually edible outside of a survival situation, I am a bit surprised they aren’t putting powdered brown liquid over what are basically livestock feed crackers.
Sardines in tomato sauce on toast! Take that, Muldoon!
Wooster sauce, yes or no?
I’ll just leave this here.
Worcester, you barbarian.
“Now write it a hundred times. And if it’s not done by sunrise, I’ll cut your balls off.”
Does it improve the edibility of the bar snacks?
Farnsworth M Muldoon: “That was the straight yte male kid, not the turnip masquerading as a teacher.”
I am aware of that. A modern environment where so many kids are raised like that has no defense against “the turnip masquerading as a teacher.”
50 years ago that guy wouldn’t have been allowed within a mile of a public school.
Sardines in tomato sauce on toast!
Savages. Sardines go on rye with mustard and onion.
At a B&B in Bath, upon my confusion when asked if I needed any with my massive and fine English Breakfast the host/gentleman, the spitting image of Roger Rees informed me that it was “What I believe you Americans commonly refer to as ‘Brown Sauce'”. So…?
No, Limburger cheese goes on rye with mustard and onion. And a strong beer. What real men eat for breakfast.
Sounds like bierkäse (beer cheese).
Breathe deep. It’s good for the lungs.
I’ll just leave this here.
[ Comes to after use of Mikey defribillator ]
[ Rejoins thread, Experiences another episode after taking in massive image ]
[ Seems to recall receiving chastisement for similar displays of imago immensus ]
[ Reaches for Mikey again ]