Reheated (92)
For newcomers, some items for the archives, on a loosely health-related theme.
“Equity” woo comes to Canada’s Royal College of Physicians and Surgeons.
We are, however, told that the priorities of physicians, nurses, and medical administrators should be less about “professionalised knowledge,” those drug dosages and such, and more about “lenses of social justice.” These allegedly corrective lenses will “allow physicians to more effectively engage in… social change.” Suitably re-educated, their mentalities rewired, medical workers will have “bidirectional relationships with… the land.” Which is obviously what you want when that itchy rash won’t go away.
Get Thee Behind Me, Mr Kipling.
The trauma and violation of being offered a slice of cake.
Professor Jebb insists that her desire to make workplace cake-bringing taboo – and seen as something harmful and antisocial – is “not about the nanny state,” or, dare I suggest, some personal inadequacy. You see, the advertising of cakes and other confections – and the fact that they may be accessible in the workplace – is “undermining people’s free will.” Free will being demonstrated only by compliance with Professor Jebb’s New Rules Of Cake-Eating. And which is why, one assumes, this grown woman, a professional intellectual, can’t say no to a bit of sponge.
Guardian columnist denounces Western medicine as “outdated,” champions use of bush dung.
Despite attempts to romanticise aboriginal medicine, the persistent differences in health and lifespan rather speak for themselves. If aboriginal approaches, untainted by “colonial organisations,” are so praiseworthy and desirable, one wonders why aboriginal people suffer from alarming rates of diabetes, cancer, tuberculosis, chlamydia, and any number of other afflictions – from cardiovascular problems to hearing loss and disastrous oral hygiene. And the less contact they have with the “biomedical models” that so offend Ms Blow, the more pronounced the disparities seem to be. Being “disruptive” and “the antithesis of colonial” doesn’t appear to be working out awfully well.
By all means, consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
I have to agree with her here. Despite my dietary restrictions to the contrary, if there is cake in the workplace, I will have some, very much
againstaccording to my will.I suspect the difference between you and Professor Jebb, our statusful academic and current Queen Of The FSA, is that you don’t feel a need to be a prodnose and Banner Of Tasty Things just because you like a bit of sponge. I’m guessing you don’t regard any personal weakness regarding the proximity of a tempting confection as a reason to reorganise all workplaces, and the wider world, such that it becomes a little bit more miserable.
And I’m guessing you’re not driven to public umbrage, and demands that something be done, by the fact that chocolate is more likely to be advertised than cauliflower. As if this were somehow surprising.
And as noted in the original thread, the professor’s implied definition of free will, of agency, is, shall we say, interesting, in that she invokes it, briefly, while simultaneously denying its existence, or indeed the possibility that anyone else might have any, at least with regard to cake. Such that, deciding whether or not to have a piece of cake is some overwhelming ordeal and beyond human fathoming.
And so, rather conveniently, we must all be made to defer to the professor’s new rules of cake consumption.
[ Lures dicentra to her doom. ]
I laughed and I’m not sorry.
Bear with me while I calculate the loss to humanity.
Hey – a lot of effort went into making that bullet!
[ Slides cake closer to dicentra. ]
[ Positions spotlight above cake. ]
[Pops up]
Wait, there’s cake?!
[ Wafts cakey goodness towards Stephanie. ]
Wait, is this the secret of having power over women?
Meanwhile, here in East Tennessee, the brood has arrived. Yesterday I went to an artist reception for a local photo show and as I drove along the back roads, I was entertained by millions of screaming cicadas.The wee bastards have lived underground for the past 13 years, feeding on tree roots, only to emerge, scream for a short time, mate, and then die.
Somehow it seems like a metaphor for something . . .
Is it a metaphor for your propensity for eating cake?
Gary Larson encapsulated our weaknesses very well:
Drive by in a vehicle with Battenberg markings which are actual Battenberg cake.
I’m just going to leave this here, for no reason whatsoever.
from the link:
What kind of lunatic wants well trained hood rats?
My Castle Anthrax Peril would be a plate of bacon and eggs (or steak and eggs).
Ah, cake! Pass the baked beans, David.
Actual LOL
It’s one of their better sketches, I think.
Did I hear somebody say cake?
[ Returns from morning outings. Looks in vain for plate of second breakfast. ]
Won’t anybody help me Face My Peril? It helps build character, you know.
And here I thought the cake was a lie. I guess that was a lie.
For our friends in The Great White North.
Related…
Meanwhile…
I’ve often passed graduation celebrations at the nearby university. Proud moms in posh frocks posing for photos with their gown-and-mortarboard-wearing children, that sort of thing. To the best of my knowledge, no brawls have ensued and pepper spray has not been needed.
That’s because you are boring Mayo Monster who refuses to Better Himself by living in a Vibrantly Diverse community. /sarcasm
I’ve been searching vainly for the video of a similarly diverse graduation ceremony from, I think, 2017 or so, and which left the place strewn with ripped off clothing and a great number of weaves. With proud parents shouting, “Mace they ass!”
It was quite lively.
The Royal Astronomical Society, peeling back the mysteries of the universe.
I am sure the fields of astronomy, solar science, and geophysics are chock-a-block with People of the Alphabet.
Let’s see what else they have to say.
</emily litella>
*(Do take a look at the demographics)
I laughed and I’m not sorry
“I believe every urban issue comes down to poor education.”
Objection. Presumes facts not in evidence.
As if the only possible basis for concern were a lack of firearms expertise.
The thing is, the current most common technique is pray-and-spray which usually gets innocent bystanders as much as the intended target, particularly in gang drivebys.
I am not sure a well regulated gang force, being wholly unnecessary to the security of a free state, might not actually be safer for the average Joe, Jane, and Junior on the streets.
Don’t try to please the demon.
Wait till she finds out about knitting…
Very much related:
It’s spiteful gaslighting.
He’s not a happy bunny. I’d guess he never will be.
disabled people, women, Black and minority ethnic, and LGBTQ+ people are much more likely to be bullied and harassed
No, they’re much more likely to report being bullied and harassed, which is not the same thing. And as the report itself states, defining these things is like trying to nail jello to a tree.
You know, I miss the days when “bullying” meant the use of force or the credible threat thereof. Language matters.
I think I found her problem.
‘You need to educate yourself’ is a good indicator the speaker is a credulous ignoramus.
I don’t know, maybe seething with hate, rage, and intolerance while “enjoying a nice day at the beach” is what makes him happy. Seems to, at any rate.
I doubt I’m far off the mark in thinking the common factor in her ‘bad’ relationships is the author.
Given the reference to “non-binary” people, I’m guessing the reports of alleged harassment include complaints of made-up pronouns not being deferred to and regurgitated on demand. Which is to say, attempts by supposedly “non-binary” people to bully others.
You have to wonder whether Weirdly Angry Chap had actually interacted with any of the people he wants to be seen disdaining on camera. Or whether, as seems to be the case, he’s just bizarrely aggravated by the visibility of the flag of the country in which they, and he, live.
Place your bets.
You have to wonder whether Weirdly Angry Chap had actually interacted with any of the people he wants to be seen disdaining on camera.
Not really, you know he hasn’t lest he be infected with MAGA cooties or punched in his very punchable snout.
I’d be interested to hear his ranting if the flags (of which he only showed one, so I am guessing this was not exactly a 4th of July parade display) belonged to POCs.
whimpers
[ Slides cake towards dicentra. ]
[ Extends fingertip, strokes plate in suggestive manner. ]
This.
Furthermore, my experience in academia informs me that most such complaints will be garbage, invented by narcissists and Cluster B’s, and underperformers. I even had a taste of that with the one Minority in our department who was quick to complain of racially based acrimony when his inferior work led to friction.
a single tear courses down a trembling cheek