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I’ll be busy for a few days, and so, some items from the archives:
Let’s Do It, But In A Way That’s Less Likely To Work.
In which we turn for wisdom to the Guardian’s parenting pages.
But Can You Not See How Fascinating I Am?
A tale of vomiting, tears, and unrelenting pretension.
I suppose the drama above – all that time on the verge of vomiting – is what happens when you spend your formative years steeped in the Progressive Identity Hierarchy, in which straight white woman is somewhere near the bottom, barely above the universally disdained straight white man. Inventing some modish gender nonsense – and then publicly complaining about other, less sophisticated people failing to defer to it – may boost your social standing a little. And that does seem to be what these things are very often about.
Ferris State University’s Museum of Sexist Objects.
A Guardian contributor finds her home being burgled, cue mental convolutions.
Readers may also wish to ponder the implicit conceit that the burglars – the ones brandishing carving knives – are the real victims and should therefore be spared any meaningful consequence of their own chosen actions, their own sociopathy. Because, apparently, one should sympathise with the people breaking into one’s home and driving off with one’s stuff. In one’s own car. Perhaps these are skills only available to Guardian columnists.
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You forget, I am a White woman. And we ain’t scared of a damn thing.
No. In the first case, it was a man and a woman seeing the porn left on the carpet–and the homeowner knew our proclivities did not run that way and had not been very friendly to either of us. In the second case, there were almost two dozen assorted male and female visitors in the home after a funeral. In the last cases, these were leftist women who were ostentatious in their leftism (pussy hats, even) and who were never friendly.
Fair point.
But it does seem not out of line with what Western studies seem to report.
Perhaps her expertise lies solely in digging up political interpretations of historical works of drama.
Unviewable. “Restricted profile” warnings.
Remember that sixties song “I Am Woman Hear Me Roar”?
Yes, I’m noticing a lot more fragmentation of t’internet into silos – The Site Formerly Known as Twitter won’t let me see any replies, Substackers have started locking off more of their content behind paywalls, Locals requires membership, and YouTube is continually battling anti-ad software and aggressively pushing for you to have an account lest you constantly lose your preferences.
I won’t be registering on any of these services, which means I can’t partake in quite a lot that goes on now.
On the other hand I spend a lot less time blindly browsing absolute shit. So there’s that.
*(Offer not valid east of I95,west of I5, any city with a democrat mayor, the Ivy Leagues, and any other place where AWFLs congregate)
Meanwhile…
If only tampons for men came in ammo cans…
Elsewhere…
I can’t imagine why that was, as Ken becomes Barbie.
It is 5PM somewhere in the world..
Harvard’s School of Divinity hosted a “Gathering to Breathe and Heal” event on Thursday to help students grieve the resignation of disgraced former President Claudine Gay.
Ah yes, nothing says Adult Education quite like the healing of “indigeneity and operationalized love“.
Ah yes, nothing says Adult Education quite like the healing of “indigeneity and operationalized love“.
The hurricanes and earthquakes this year are gonna be lit, as the kids say, all because someone got sacked.
The problems they make may be, but these are not serious people.
Assuming our civilisation survives its ongoing, quite steep decline, future historians may be bewildered by the cultivation of neuroticism as the measure of piety.
Hence my preference for the magazine model, or group blog. There is no way in hell that I am going to pay for subscriptions to one hundred different accounts.
Current insanities are a temptation to drink all day long.
But it does seem not out of line with what Western studies seem to report.
True enough, the curious thing, though, is that in 2014 the rampant trans hysteria was still in three cornered dungarees, then there is this:
Which is not every believably high, but in the Islamic Republic of Iran.
There is no crime in the Soviet Union, that is capitalist propaganda. Next…
So the stats may be applicable to those 83, drawing a larger conclusion a bit of a leap. However, because Iran pressures gays to have sex changes, one might think there may be bias in the paper.
Judge emails lawyers “see you all in prison tomorrow” but meant “in person”. (Via Blue Canary.)
A company like NBC no longer expects to be taken seriously, apparently.
Man who threw acid on woman and children is illegal immigrant from Afghanistan whose asylum application was approved in spite of multiple sex crimes. As usual, other Muslims “described him as ‘a good Muslim’ who did not drink alcohol.”
Trolling for publicity? Or really stupid enough to think this is a good idea?
They want you, they really want you. They’re just uncomfortable and awkward about how they show it.
I am suddenly not able to view anything on Instagram from just this one device unless I use TOR browser and I think I stumbled into getting a Twitter account when trying to access YouTube or something where I thought I was being forced to re-login to some pass-through link. It’s been a bit strange lately in a few other ways that are hard to describe. Stuff that used to work smoothly and normally are slowly becoming more annoying. And if I ever get my hands on the idiots in charge of the iOS specific spell-checking…
Whistling past the graveyard. If you think wherever you are is safe from this idiocy, you are not paying attention. Much like in the academic domain of “Oh, this will stop at STEM. This sort of thing will never fly at MIT”, you need to WTFU. Idiocy does not respect your imaginary boundaries.
Do not penguin.
OK
Meanwhile in Pittsburgh…
If only tampons for men came in ammo cans…
What an overwrought, hysterical article! Who wrote that crap? Traumatized by products aimed at women, because women need them? I’m not crazy about all the pink either on “women’s” stuff, but sheesh – I don’t have a meltdown over it. These people are too fragile to survive – O Darwin where art thou? If this woman doesn’t want periods anymore because they are a monthly reminder that she’s really not a man, no matter what drugs she takes to convince herself otherwise, why doesn’t she just have a hysterectomy? She’s probably already done the double mastectomy – what’s a bit more cutting? Good grief – the whiny little twat needs to man up and grow a set. Be the man the guy in the earlier video here (why did I click that link!) says men need to be.
Not possible, however, buy a set…
Fight, fight, fight!
I couldn’t even get through the first 3 paragraphs. I’m having to remap every single word to sanity-speak and it’s just too much trouble.
Nope, just can’t do it. I’m not even sure I’ve got the translation right. It’s quite possibly a man (Is “transgender man” code for a man or a woman? I can’t even remember) who is just completely fantasising about having periods.
Another one of these.
Clue 1 for your woes: a 1 bedroom apartment in the same or similar building in the same general area usually is cheaper than a 2 bedroom apartment.
Lye.
It is.
In theory.
I’m not mad at her … I truly feel sorry because she’s young and, evidently, been betrayed by the adults who raised her without any education in the Protestant work ethic. I lay odds she never had to do chores for her allowance, got everything she wanted when she wanted and never held a part time job during high school. Indeed, “budget” doesn’t seem to be in her vocabulary at all. How did she sign a lease for $1600/mo with only $2K net income?
She looks to be 20 something, a time of peak energy and drive. At 29 y/o I had 3 girls under the age of 4 y/o, plus a dog and thank God for that energy because weekends off? HA!
I assume this means that tampons are not available in the men’s restroom? Don’t women carry them with? Oh…I see…”he” doesn’t carry a purse anymore. I guess pretending is hard when you are ignoring biology.
Meltdown over not having time after working 40 hrs: 200 yrs ago farmwork took up 12 hrs per day. Women with children at home would spin yarn in every free moment (ie, while watching the kids). People were up at dawn to milk the cows. And if you did not do these things, you might starve. Cry me a fucking river about how hard life is today. Oh, and the career path one chooses has a lot to do with how much money you have. Just FYI.
I didn’t have any problem. Both are Instagram posts. I happen to have an account, but I very rarely use it. Maybe you need one to view them. They’re amusing, but probably not worth registering for.
Much more recently, the song from Frozen:
Women nearly rioted over Justice Kavanagh and abortion rights. Men (transwomen) in women’s sports and bathroom? Too scared to say anything. All that power just vanished? Hmm.
“I am a Loon”, a play in two acts…
Act !
Act II
All the women from prior to 1960 were unavailable for comment. I guess having no eyebrows is anti-MAGA as well.
I don’t have an account, so that’s probably it.
If Canada was the endpoint of the underground railroad but Canada didn’t have any black people before 1990 what did Canada do with those who reached the endpoint?
It’s a cookbook.
Come on, seriously? Some of them returned to the US post-emancipation, the remainder had their genes swallowed up by the 99.99% white population over the next four generations.
Are people getting stupider? Or more shameless and in-your-face?
Have we really become so feminized as a culture that we can’t recognize a shit test when we see one?
Is “transgender man” code for a man or a woman? I can’t even remember
Simple rule of thumb: any adjective means “not”.
I truly feel sorry because she’s young and, evidently, been betrayed by the adults who raised her without any education in the Protestant work ethic
She’s young, pretty, white, blonde and female. She is living life on easy mode, has done her entire life, and will continue to until age or the American standard diet robs her of those qualities. Simply bemoaning her woes in public means a bevy of simps (of both sexes) will line up to bail her out of her self-inflicted problems. And she knows this.
Much more recently, the song from Frozen:
The original script for Frozen – The Snow Queen – cast Elsa as the villain, and there’s much of that DNA still lurking in the script. I pointed out back at the time that Elsa’s “power without accountability” aria is a supervillain’s anthem. That movie is several kinds of messed up and should not be shown to children.
Wrong: I knew all these people. The gay men were habitually indiscreet–one of them tended to drink too much which affected his judgement while the other had a nickname alluding to his stubborn refusal to alter his behavior to suit mainstream social norms (he and his partner both died in their thirties.) The women were all obnoxious left-wing feminists who hated conservatives so strongly that they could not behave in a civil manner.
For those without an Instagram account, that link goes to someone commenting on a video. That commenter doesn’t know the video is from 2018, and he also doesn’t know there was a followup (Youtube) soon afterwards.
LOL. That.
How did she sign a lease for $1600/mo with only $2K net income?
Good question, since many landlords won’t lease to you if the rent is more than 1/3 your income. Hell – even after I graduated and had a somewhat “real” job, $1100 for a 2-bedroom duplex was scary. I can’t imagine trying to rent at $1600/month.
I made a bit under her salary at the end of my grad student days, and I was renting a 1-bedroom shoebox for $600, but the property management company squawked about that – I had to show them my contract. And I worked all the time, but I still managed to have fun. I guess I defined fun to fit my time and budget, and it doesn’t hurt that I’m an introverted hermit who loves to read, but didn’t follow any cable shows. At the time, the local library (walking distance!) had one of the best SF/fantasy paperback sections I have ever seen.
Whichever generation raised these kids they did not do them any favors. Soft, weak, dependent people we have.
computerlabrat points out: Soft, weak, dependent people we have.
yes. When I was in high school, I realized I was not as tough as I would like to be so I started doing things to push my boundaries like hiking in woods and such. Worked construction. Even being young and stupid is a choice.
As to the girl with the $1600/mo apt: I started doing odd jobs when I was 13 and worked manufacturing at 15 (uncle shop so not illegal) then 16 at McD’s. Glad I did. It was mostly my own initiative.Too many kids have been coddled.
Side note: I seem to recall that at one time the rule of thumb for renting and mortgages was 1/4 rather than 1/3.
I am not sure what that is supposed to be for “all” black women (because you all think alike, right lady), but I might have suggestions for her.
It can’t be anything good.
Note that she is a psychiatrist at a children’s hospital in Atlanta–where presumably she is doing her part to poison culture.
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Something for the History Channel.
Well damn.
Wrong but funny.
Seen at Ace’s, make your appointment today.
Why? I’m not running for Congress.
But are you a tenure-track academic?
Side note: I seem to recall that at one time the rule of thumb for renting and mortgages was 1/4 rather than 1/3.
It probably was, @pst. I first heard the 1/3 rule when was in FL in the late 90s as the housing bubble was really starting to inflate, and that was what I was told by the various property managers I tried to rent from. I think I moved 3 or 4 times in 5 years due to rents jacking up and up. By the time I got into grad school, the bubble had burst, and rents were back down, in the Midwest, anyways, so my grad student shoebox was affordable. But I still heard the 1/3 rule – guess grad students were too poor to rent and have 3/4 left over haha.
Them’s fightin’ words.
I vaguely recall commentary decrying the real estate industry changing its advised rule of thumb from 1/4 to 1/3 as not being in the best interests of the customers it purported to serve. But that was 30 to 40 years ago and the details are unclear.
After graduation my first professional job, for which base salary was $17,500, I got a 1BR apartment in Cape Canaveral for $375-$400/month IIRC. Which was a tad over the 1/4 monthly income level that my father had advised, especially given withholding taxes. I was a tad nervous about it but it still left me with enough money to drink beer, shoot pool, play the juke box, and then stumble home from the bar down the street, pay my other annoying expenses, and even put 4% into a matching 401k plan. On top of that, buy drinks and dinner for the barmaid that fell into my lap until I did a WTFID. Then got roommates and whatever. Ah, but I was happy then.
But to this young lady’s specific situation, I do feel bad for her. She was sold a bill of goods as a young person who honestly had little capacity to know better. Though TBF, so was I. Assuming…and I don’t of course know all her specifics but assuming…she went to college and got a degree, she is in much, much deeper sh*t debt-wise than I was. Even if she got a legitimate degree in something reasonable. Young people, for…decades…have been sold on this college crap and the financial consequences. These while much discussed, pale in comparison to the opportunity costs that young people give up by delaying getting real jobs and becoming productive citizens and developing solid relationships that are the foundation for raising stable families and creating a productive society. All because we are expected to “be smart” and “go to college”. Because God knows you can’t do one without the other.
For those without an Instagram account, that link goes to someone commenting on a video. That commenter doesn’t know the video is from 2018, and he also doesn’t know there was a followup (Youtube) soon afterwards.
“Ackshually . . .”
Evidently light-heartedness is not allowed in this establishment. Barkeep, I reiterate my past observation regarding the median age of the patrons. But then, I am not a serious person – I find it to be stifling in my enjoyment of life.
I used to like my generation . . .
She know what chairs fit fat bodies, says this “alternative wedding vendor“.
Ackshually, cougars are dangerous.
I recently discovered the term yaslighting. I.e., enabling a person’s delusions, narcissism, pretensions of victimhood, etc., via social media.
I’m just going to leave this here to aggravate @Karl.
When you think you hate the MSM enough, the LA Times publishes Deep Thoughts™ to prove you wrong.
Oooh, that’s a good one.
How about throwing soup in the LA Times? In professors’ offices?
Meanwhile in Seattle (of course) a high school holds a candle light vigil for a multimillionaire champion of civil rights who was martyred.
Not seeing a problem, they always said politics was a cutthroat business.
Dear Heavens, why?
Bronson: Steve McQueen was also in WWII. On the ship returning from the war in the North Atlantic, a big wave threw some vehicles and men overboard. Steve dove in and saved 5 in spite of the frigid water. The toughness of some of these actors of that generation was not an act.
But I thought knife fights were totally normal and should be ignored…
A very satisfying tweet.
It’s either real or not real or faked or debunked ages ago or so cool or never happened or about time it did or he would have been fired or its not in the uk or one of those other things. According to the replies anyway. Hope this helps!
Steve McQueen was also in WWII.
He was born in 1930, you may be thinking of someone else.
OTOH, Mel Brooks was a combat engineer and Charles Durning landed with the 1ID on D-Day.
“What is the internet anyway?”
[ Thinks back to being excited by first CompuServe email address. ]
Two strings of digits and a comma in the middle, if memory serves.
It’s a demon that screams through your phone.
That’s right: five digits, a comma, three digits.
Were their passwords case-insensitive?
Were their passwords case-insensitive?
Passwords you say?
Marines, 1947-50. He saved the lives of five other Marines during an Arctic exercise, pulling them from a tank before it broke through ice into the sea.
This is a question about the distant past. I’m now trying, vainly, to recall the numbers. There was a one, a zero, possibly two zeros, and a four. Definitely a four. More than that I cannot say.
The internet was at one time mostly upper-case. The unexpected discovery of vast Precambrian lower-case deposits was a game-changer.
[ Considers rummaging through boxes in closet in search of ancient stationary bearing CompuServe address. ]
[ Takes raspberries out of fridge instead. ]
Floppies and DEC tapes went into the trash years ago. I only kept the punch cards because they make handy shirt-pocket note cards.
pst314: thanks for the Steve McQueen save. One begins to doubt one’s memory sometimes. McQueen I believe also did his own motorcycle stunts in The Great Escape
old computers: Summer of 1978 I worked at a factory writing Fortran IV code. They were starting to use an IBM 360. They had an entire store room of punch cards and were wondering what to do with them. That was before tech started changing annually.
Finally got around to watching Ad Astra. Made it two-thirds of the way through with my interest hanging by a thread, then aborted.
The cinematography is pretty, but at no point is it a gripping film. And the voiceover, on which the film relies heavily, soon gets very tiresome.
By way of correction, we are now rewatching the Grand Tour Mongolia Special, aka Survival of the Fattest.
Indeed. I, too!
And yet–let me guess–the critics loved it?
The last 40 years have trained me to be pessimistic about the film industry and to prefer that great SF stories not be adapted for the screen: Nearly always the result will grossly distort the original story and often it will be meretricious.
What’s more, most SF fans will be stupid enough to pay to see the garbage, sometimes because they are too shallow to notice how bad the films are and sometimes because they are willing to pay to watch anything no matter how bad.
[ Aggravation Intensifies ]
[ Offers suspicious looking bottle of booze ]
Here, this ought to calm your nerves. Guaranteed aged for at least one day!
Jesus suffering Christ, I’m gonna need a bigger phone to read the Cookie disclaimer.
How did the free-styling, open-access, universal-levelling internet get to the point of requiring you to agree to a Cookie contract too large to fit on a screen before you can access a fucking poxy movie review site populated by professional liars and paid shills?
I think I might be almost done with this shit.
[ guzzles suspicious looking bottle of booze ]
[ belches actual flames ]
Ooh. That hit the spot.
Cookie disclaimer on Rotten Tomatos or elsewhere? I don’t see one even when I load that page in a “never used” browser.
Bureaucrats, lawyers, and the elected officials that service them.
Rotten Tomatoes.
Won’t even fit on my screen.
In all its glory.
It even covers half my desktop.