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For newcomers, some items from the archives. Further to this recent item, readers may detect a theme of sorts.
Don’t Oppress My People With The Way You Walk.
Whitey’s hegemonic walking must be disrupted. Along with everything else.
However, perhaps a few atoms of sympathy are in order. It occurs to me that if your immediate environment is one in which race-based claims aren’t subject to challenge or scepticism, even when sweeping and rather dubious, it must be quite unnerving to encounter these things for the first time.
Don’t Oppress My People With Your Public Libraries.
Librarian Sofia Leung rails against the White Devil and his books.
Readers may also wish to ponder the implications of a librarian and self-styled educator, schooled at the University of Washington and Barnard College, New York, and who is offended – something close to enraged – by the existence of “white ideas” and the “so-called ‘knowledge’” of “white dudes.”
Don’t Oppress My People With Your Acceptance And Compliments.
The Guardian’s Natalie Morris juggles humblebragging with contrived downtroddenness.
Ms Morris tells us that in her youth not being white and not looking like the women seen most often in media and advertising made her feel “insecure.” And yet now, when women who resemble her, racially, are all but ubiquitous in media and advertising – way out of proportion to actual demographics, and even added anachronistically to historical dramas – this is also a cause of unhappiness and resentment, and an excuse for convoluted theories of racial victimhood.
Don’t Oppress My People With Your Big Hooped Earrings.
Not just earrings, mind. Lip-liner, too.
But it is a strange thing, this combination of assumed superiority and infantile emoting. Remember, Ms Martinez and Ms Aguilera emailed the entire campus, repeatedly and quite vehemently, with their views on hooped earrings and who should be allowed to wear them. It does, I think, take a particular chutzpah to publicly claim to be oppressed – by other people’s earrings – while spending more than the median household income at a glorified holiday resort.
Don’t Oppress My People With Your Norms Of Punctuality.
Being expected to arrive for work on time is “systemic white supremacy.”
A “polychronic” culture, since you ask, is one in which chatting and distractions are both commonplace and encouraged, and in which “issues such as promptness” – and reliability and productivity – are not prioritised. As favoured in, say, sub-Saharan Africa, that engine of civilisational blossoming and human betterment.
Oh, and we mustn’t forget this one:
Don’t Oppress My People With Your White Devil Science.
On the hurling of lightning. And the smearing of human faeces.
Other allegedly oppressive phenomena, including departmental acronyms and branded headphones, can be found in the archives.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
It’s the lack of oppression that has made much of the public space untenable.
As the Fish out of Water Advocacy Society, we want you to know that (1) we’re very complicated and we intend to entangle you in our complications, (2) we hate and resent you, and what we hate more than anything are your attempts to be kind to us, (3) the children of Fish out of Water are still Fish out of Water, only with more complicated complexes and deeper seated hatreds of you. (4) Since it”s your job to make it good for us, we expect you to make a commitment as deep as our hatred of you in order to deliver a package of remedies as complicated as our own self-estimation. (5) Takeaway point: there’s no, repeat no, simple obvious humane way of dealing with Fish out of Water.
From the HuffPost comes the tale of a relationship dysfunction in process. Two they/thems who appear to not know what they want…
He’s 34 years old and still lives with his parents. Color me shocked at his criminal behavior.
From the link:
“Evolved.”
The sociopaths who push this rot always couch their inability to form a close pair-bond in terms of enlightenment vs stultifying convention. It was no different during the counterculture revolution, when the line was “nobody can own anyone else.” As if commitment to a deep relationship were “ownership.”
Multiple shallow relationships != freedom or “getting needs met” or endless possibilities.
Unless you’re borderline, in which case you aren’t going to get what you need from any arrangement, because you’re mental.
Well, the cossetting of inadequates has not, on the whole, been a positive thing. And so, we get insufferable narcissists such as Mr Kenny Allen, a beneficiary of racial favouritism in admissions at Northwestern University, and whose blatantly racist outpourings are tolerated, even applauded, by that same institution, as when he rails against white people walking wrongly.
And Mr Allen does this while failing to provide any evidence for his claim, any evidence at all, and while simultaneously explaining that if all white people suddenly began walking in a way of which he approves, this would still be insufficient to ease his delusions of persecution. Because “every aspect of our society” must be corrected. Until the voices in his head stop muttering.
You’d think that even middle-class progressives might eventually tire of this routine. This tedious trajectory.
Also, the crushing racial oppression of wearing trousers and sitting on chairs.
In which we learn that “White-ness” – which is bad, obviously – is the result of “an energetic imbalance caused by a loss of spinal fluidity and awareness of the lower body.”
According to a “genderqueer therapist of colour” who charges $200 an hour.
And let’s not forget those racist pedestrian crossing lights.
What struck me about it all was an absolute unwillingness/inability to commit to anything. Even to gender (they have trendy they/them pronouns). Even to non-commitment (they started out polygamous, became monogamous, and now they’re poly again). I mean. It’s a relationship. It just doesn’t sound like it will be one for much longer, is all.
Fabulist pronouns are a pretty reliable indicator. A blinking red light. I mean, you might as well just have a facial tattoo that says, “I lie.”
Endless possibilities. Infinite love. Yet happiness eludes her. Sorry, eludes them.
I laughed and I’m not sorry.
Still laughing, still not sorry.
Or he could just f*ck off somewhere else.
Well, indeed. That would seem to be the more practical option. It’s not unlike having a houseguest who starts fiddling with the thermostat and bitching about your taste in furnishings.
And this mindset, this obnoxiousness, is actively encouraged as The Path To Importance. Thanks to the racial neuroticism of white, middle-class progressives, students are essentially being told that the way to gain status, the way to become interesting, is to be captious, whiny, and ungrateful.
And to be habitually dishonest.
dicentra: “It was no different during the counterculture revolution…“
I rather miss the hippies of the Sixties. So much more wholesome than their modern equivalent.
Meanwhile, in the obstetrics and gynaecology journal Birth.
The words heteropatriarchal and colonialist are used. Because of course they are.
By the way, should any of you be gin drinkers, I can recommend this:
Not cheap, but quite moreish.
By the way, should any of you be gin drinkers, I can recommend this:
Suitable for G&T or better as the star of a martini?
Oh, very good with tonic. I visited their distillery last year. Sampled some freebies and came back with a couple of bottles.
“was arrested Monday morning at his parents’ $1.1 million home“
So, a self-styled “scholar-activist” who wants to “abolish” the police, and who sees “white supremacy” everywhere, and who brings a hammer to a protest, turns out to be psychological marginal. And indeed dangerous.
Well, goodness. Fancy that.
And speaking of the psychologically marginal.
Another “marginal” person. AKA “Good Humor Man encounters bad humor man”: Man shoots food cart vendor when told price of an ice cream.
I have witnessed this phenomenon: Grown men who go ballistic when disappointed in any way. Chicago’s South Side is full of them. You can deploy armies of “deescalation experts” but what you really need is more incarceration or other forms of segregation.
TBF, this is a $1.1 million home in California.
Liquid nitrogen.
So long as they continue to benefit, to gain from it, why would they tire of it? It is what success via “being smart” means to them.
The grift is strong with this one.
This.
Brilliant.
Census data: Median household income: $138,000. Median per capita income: $65,000. Median home price: $960,000. Median rent: $2,400.
By report, the druids practised human sacrifice for various occasions. Mayhap it’s time to revive a custom and get some use of the otherwise useless Just Stop Oil lot.
And let’s not forget those racist pedestrian crossing lights.
When my sons were quite young we emphasized how important it was to wait for the signal to change before crossing the road. One day when the signal changed they both exclaimed, “White man walking!” Now everyone in the family says it when we’re at a crosswalk.
Will no one warn the public about the sinister meaning of “Red man standing”?
Or the minatory “red hand of no crossing street”?
All of the same complaints would be found by these people if they lived in Japan or Singapore. It is a complaint about civilization. Yes of course civilization imposes on you–but you get the benefits too. The praise of non-white timeframes is pretty hilarious if you are praising, as noted, sub-saharan Africa as a good social system.
Lol. It’s a university. You can’t go around asking for evidence.
Quite. A university where students frame gentle mockery and requests for evidence as “violent feedback.” A claim that is also expected to pass unchallenged. And so, like many of his peers, Mr Allen assumes that he can insult, in print, every white person on campus, and air his racial bigotry, all with impunity, without pushback of any kind.
Only deference will do.
On the topic of racist sitting –
Is that why we see so many videos of ghetto queens twerking? They’re just getting the chakras in order? Limbering up the lower spine? They seem pretty in touch with their lower bodies to me. I dunno what this $200 an hour grifter is on about.
If anyone starts twerking, I’m fetching the fire extinguisher.
You shoulda been here earlier with the hamster urine for Darleen’s photo.
She’s such a tart, that one.
[ Checks escape pod is on hot stand-by. ]
[W]here so many left-wing has-beens end up.
She’s such a tart, that one.
Didn’t Judge Dredd have high rise housing for the dregs of society?
Now, now, these things always go to plan.
I believe that is the plan.
Civilization is boring. We all at times wish to be more animalistic, to say fuck it to rules and niceness. The cost of giving in to those desires is catastrophic. It gives genocide and riots and murder. Deteriorating standards of living. Just look at Haiti right now. Gang leaders are insisting they get a seat at the gov table. Note that the media refuse to cover Haiti anymore. In Mexico, local mayors get murdered. The current mexican president campaigned wearing a bullet proof vest.
Dostoevsky said something related to that.
Challenge accepted.
Brilliant.
There’s something very Canadian about the Munk Debates. If you’re a Canadian and of a certain age it’s who you thought you were. You were open to discussion, debate and argument. It’s part of what defined being Canadian for those of us of a certain age. Unfortunately, given legislation before the House of Commons and the Senate, all that is at risk. This Munk Debate, if the legislation passes, could end up putting you in jail if you argue the “wrong” side. We are no longer a serious country.
Wait. Sloopy is a girl?
Also, that ain’t twerking. It’s too fluid, the movement is side-to-side (no-front-to-back), and they aren’t presenting like mandrils.