Friday Ephemera (721)
Toilet-related innovation of note. || Urinal respect test. || How mice get into your toilet. || Well, you’d never tire of that. || The thrill of neatness. || Incoming. || Incoming 2. || Curious turtle, or perhaps territorial. || Classics of the internet, a possible series. || Ah, the British tradition of politely queueing. || Peekaboo. || Public domain book covers, a collection of, shall we say, misjudgements. || Butter whipping and other art. || A balloon was involved. || The thrill of extruding. || On recidivism. Related. || “Releasing his bodily fluids.” || Setting an example for the children. || Learning environment. || Lively neighbourhood. || User Inyerface, a UI game of sorts. || Good to have options, I guess. || You have to admire the effort. || And finally, in radical fitness news, it’s aged and has a nice brown tint.
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It doesn’t compare pre-op dysphorics with post-op dysphorics
The stats on those are basically the null hypothesis: the suicide rate at the 10-15 year mark doesn’t change. It’s why Dr. McHugh, the guy who invented the cosmetic surgery procedure, eventually refused to perform it any more. It doesn’t ameliorate the underlying condition and it introduces lifelong surgical complications.
More likely Reiner knew perfectly well how he was butchering the source
I doubt it given the tone of the resulting product. He obviously thought it was a comedy.
My favorite book cover is at Amazon.
A book on Pearl Harbor showing planes with Nazi markings. No, the author was not named Blutarski.
https://ethicsalarms.com/2023/09/15/ethics-dunces-too-many-people-to-count-who-were-responsible-for-this/
The fact that mentioning the degradation may result in scolding or social punishment of some kind is itself part of the degradation. Plenty of people are itching to seize upon any such transgression, thereby asserting their own high status. Above the likes of you.
And so, quite a lot of people who don’t much care about the skin tone of those doing the pushing and jostling, but who do think that politeness and queueing are good things, and things that a society shouldn’t lose, are pushed into the category of Incorrigible Bigot, as invalid by default. As if the grievance, the stated issue – “queueing means the old, small and weak are treated fairly” – could only be about the pigmentation of the players, not their actual behaviour, to which attention has been drawn.
And with those who prefer politeness suitably cowed and deemed irrelevant, the degradation continues.
Re the above, this suppressing effect, the adding of insult to injury, has not gone unnoticed by many of those keen to do the suppressing.
Some years ago, I mentioned a car journey in which, for reasons that escape me, I was distractedly listening to BBC Radio 4’s Loose Ends – a sort of whimsical revue of chat, music, and substandard stand-up. The generic left-leaning comedian of the week (whose name I didn’t catch) was pleased by the taboos surrounding immigration and multiculturalism. Lots of code words were used – “Sun-reader,” and so forth – so that the disdain for working-class people and their fears wouldn’t be too overt.
The gist of the comedian’s punch line was, “Isn’t it hilarious that people who have concerns about mass immigration and failures to assimilate – the rapid and alienating transformation of their neighbourhoods – now have to be quiet because otherwise they’ll be called racists and possibly lose their jobs. Ha! We won!”
This triumphal non-joke – and it was blatantly triumphal – was deemed incredibly funny, or at least ideologically correct, and much mannered clapping ensued.
Of course, this was aired before the uncovering of events in Rotherham and elsewhere, and before our new and vibrant age of Congolese machete gangs.
And so, again, if that nice Mrs Wilson, the old dear two doors down, can no longer get on a bus, and dreads waiting for a bus because of the scuffle that ensues, and if she can no longer complain about not being able to get on a bus, then this is totally fine. Indeed, it’s a basis for triumphal smugness by BBC comedians and BBC studio audiences.
I think we’ll give the above a post of its own.
Comments that-a-way.
Ugh. Should have called it Soylent Greenies, in reference to Wheaties. Or maybe Soylent Chex.
Of course, that cereal is a satire.
And good progressive librarians don’t call that censorship, but clearing out the deadwood from male, pale, and stale authors.
“De-accessioning”.
And there are so many of them: My librarian “friends” insist they are very rare, but experience says otherwise. And those “friends” are all leftists.
Caption contest:
“Not what I meant when I asked for a car pool.”