She Has Queer Temporality
And is therefore much more special than you:
That’s it, I’m joining Westboro pic.twitter.com/3CFGnrKDyJ
— Katie Herzog (@kittypurrzog) June 5, 2024
In this hour-long podcast, Hannah McElhinney, above, and her equally self-preoccupied associate Rudy Jean Rigg – “teacher and creative” – can be heard blathering at length – and sometimes seemingly at random – about “queer temporality” and “how LGBTQ+ people experience time differently to straight and/or cisgender people.”
Though conscience compels me to warn you, it’s an hour you won’t get back. Indeed, the sheer arse-chafing tedium of it is difficult to put into words.
Among the deep wisdom on offer, this:
This is the rhetorical pattern for much of what follows. There’s no shortage of self-reference, and paying attention to one’s queerness, and much airing of niche woes – the endless agonies of being a “creator,” a “creative,” and an “influencer.” And of course the terrible burden of being so much more complicated and interesting than all those other people. The ones who experience time in a humdrum, heteronormative way.
The whole thing – which I endured, heroically – calls to mind some kind of therapy session for the terminally tedious and inadequate.
Is that the chronological experience of heteronormativity through time?
Yeah. It’s like time is heteronormative.
Yeah, well, yeah, well, yeah.
This can all be reduced back to quantum physics.
Yes, and the Patriarchy.
Yeah.
So. Much to chew on.
Or choke on, should you happen to be a physicist.
When not experiencing time differently – and showering the credulous with tales to “validate” and “inspire” – Ms McElhinney and her fellow Bringers Of Arcane Knowledge feel a need to,
So, clearly, the rumblings on offer are entirely free of conformity or modish pretension of any kind.
Via Katie Herzog.
The subject of pretentious timekeeping has cropped up here before.
What the f*ck am I listening to?
No refunds. Credit note only.
Were you not enlightened, indeed staggered, by the concept of “heteronormative spacetime”?
“Science”
Oh no – the dreaded “acknowledgement of traditional owners”, so she’s one of ours. I apologise to physics on behalf of other Australians.
It’s idiots like this that keep other idiots employed as inner-city Greens councilors and senators. If she’s not in Adam Bandt’s electorate I’ll go he/him.
Back to the traditional ooga-booga nonsense, acknowledgements – always was, always will be (soon: from the river to the sea), welcome to country ceremonies, and other made-up horseshit has infested every corner of civil life in the last ten years.
Hasn’t seemed to make much difference to rates of aboriginal crime, especially domestic violence and child abuse. Not that there’s much penalty anyway because our glorious socialist betters have (quietly, mind – mustn’t inform voters) introduced separate courts for aboriginals where – surprise surprise – penalties are designed to keep perpetrators out of jail.
[ Fetches binoculars, peers at Australia, shakes fist. ]
“Meet the faculty“:
I’m having an early 80s pop-combo flashback.
Never mind band names, I think I’ve got my first set list.
Laughed out loud to that one. That humming sound is horseshoe theory whizzing over their queer little heads.
It’s the combination of meandering blather and grafted-on buzzwords. Like lumps in porridge.
I suppose it’s the curse for people who desperately want to seem more interesting than they actually are, or ever will be, but who are also compelled to refer almost any topic of conversation – even quantum mechanics – back to themselves. People who wish to become complicated and fascinating by having an “identity.”
It’s also a curse for anyone unable to escape their presence, of course.
*writes down ‘arse-chafing tedium’*
It took three mugs of strong coffee to get through the damn thing. Talk about “emotional labour.”
It took three mugs of strong coffee to get through the damn thing. Talk about “emotional labour.”
It would take a lot more for me. After a while the jokes stop writing themselves and it just becomes stultifying to listen to that debris of consciousness. That’s my biggest criticism of many podcasts, when they forget they have an audience and believe their conversation is so terribly interesting.
Podcasts ain’t my thing. The (very) occasional interesting tangent is, for me, a poor trade-off for all the rambling and fast-forwarding. I like economy.
Band name.
If you consider a magpie’s nest of shiny woo and feathers an identity, sure.
And everyone laughed.
Can this queer time machine get me to 50,033 AD and back again? I have a package I’d like to deliver to my descendant.
Meet the faculty
Nothing like starting the day with a fresh BFO, but do scroll down to meet the rest, and Australia, you don’t have to bear the shame alone.
[ Picks up binoculars, glares at Australia again. ]
I have noticed that dysfunctional people can invent all sorts of ways to explain away their dysfunction. “It’s not my fault that I’m always late and can’t keep a job, because [my minority group] experiences time differently.”
There are few things more simultaneously funny and infuriating as arguing physics with an English major. Graduates of “queer studies” and “black studies” and “women’s studies” programs would be among those few.
[ Compiles tomorrow’s Ephemera. Ponders possibility of baked potatoes for tea. ]
She’s wearing platform shoes. It’s not just facts and logic in which she’s coming up a little short.
I’m just going to leave this here, for no reason whatsoever:
Many more examples in the linked post.
Such a system is an inadvertent argument for segregation. First the street criminals, then the leftists.
No need to feel especially ashamed: We have those sorts of cunts in America, too.
Suggested satire: Crocodile Dundee at the University of Melbourne:
“That’s not a bullshit theory. Now this is a bullshit theory.”
Are they trying to sound deep and lit’rary with that Proustian allusion?
Then they should have titled it À la recherche du temps pédé.
At least that’s how Google translates “queer”. 😉
I feel your pain, barkeep. *stuffs quids in tip jar*
Bless you, sir. Should you find yourself on a scenic hillside, tasked with the scattering of ashes, may it not be on a comically windy day.
Go for the baked potatoes. Tea of champions.
[ Sounds of two hefty potatoes being scored with a fork. ]
[ Sounds of potatoes being lovingly smeared with butter and Marmite. ]
If anyone’s getting aroused by this thread, I’m upping the price of the drinks.
OT, other than it is the 6th of June –
Age restricted by youtube.
Probably too many yte men.
In fairness, some episodes of The World at War, an excellent series, do include harrowing imagery.
Mmmm.
Such heathen desecration must not stand!
So harrowing it was OK for broadcast TV in 1973 (unedited a few years later in the US&A), though.
I recall some graphic images and footage that I can’t readily imagine being broadcast today in a mainstream documentary series, at least not without pre-emptive warnings. I mean, they were very much relevant, if vivid and disconcerting, but not to everyone’s taste, and not suitable for children.
Channels can be changed and links clicked through.
Given the same people think this sort of thing is swell for all ages, I think it is back to too many yte men.
The point about inconsistency is well taken.
[ Sounds of spring onions being chopped. ]
Again, given the forced introspection of the sort in the kinds of fiction with which we load up our young people, the failure to foresee something arising along these lines is on us.
Somewhat off-topic, France is a late entrant to the victimisation Olympiad
Bread maker.
Of course, if you miss significant life milestones then you risk becoming a middle aged person with the mind of a teenager, and who respects that or wants to glorify it as alternative chrono lifestyle choice?
For people who have children, the passing years are marked by meaningful developments in their children’s lives – they’re more likely to remember the difference between 2014 and 2015 for example because that was when their youngest child started school or whatever. And people who have children have interests and goals that extend beyond their own biological life.
So yes, the cishet normies do have a different chronology than people who are connected to nothing.
They don’t even need to explain it. We dumb bastards just accept their “version of events”, aka lies, and participate in the psychosis. We do this so such a degree that for years ago we elect one such dysfunctional idiot to the most powerful position in the most powerful country to ever exist on the planet. That’s some huge dysfunction going on there. Historical even. And it’s not all on them. We put up with it because we are afraid of these dysfunctional idiots. Well, most of us anyway. For certain, very weak definitions of ‘us’/’we’.
Separately…anyone having login issues? When I go to comment, all my credentials are there to post and it does not ask me for (????) password, and the comment posts successfully. But if I try to upvote anything I get told that I need to login.
I’m not.
Are you wearing polyester slacks again?
[ Fetches rubber mat. ]
With appreciation for the warning, I have to say it was superfluous – after that example of delirium , I wasn’t going to waste any time exploring the depths of insanity sure to be on display.
Flock of Pigeons?
Well, as administrator your login creds are special. I would normally suspect my end except that I can post a comment without logging in. Though now that I think of it…maybe explicitly…
[ Strokes Amulet Of Unspeakable Power. ]
[ Grates cheese. ]
Re the French victimization link…
F*** the G*d damned French. Retroactively. Most irritating road bumps of the 20th century.
So…tried the login thing explicitly and either I’ve forgotten my password(s) (slightly unlikely) or something else. Right now it’s nbd as I can comment, just not upvote. Will have to see how this goes the rest of the day.
If you have have ever stood at any of the beaches at Normandy and wondered how anybody got off alive, I would suggest what the French people whining about this could do, except they would probably enjoy it.
In other psychosis news…Trump is going to sit down with Dr. Phil tonight. This could be lit. If the kids say it like that in the future tense. Interesting that Dr. Phil has made statements in the last week or so about being concerned (shrinks love being…concerned) regarding our national discourse and how it has led to these absurd, banana republic trials. It’s not like he hasn’t been a part of this culture for the last…THIRTY OR MORE…years.
It’s all just so stupid. All of it. Every word they write, every thought they convey, it’s stupid and juvenile and boring and moronic.
And, quite frankly, now that I know that trans people don’t keep track of time the way normal people do – and they’re proud of this – let me say this:
I refuse to fly on a plane with a pilot who doesn’t experience time the way normal people do.
I refuse to hire an engineer or lawyer or doctor or – for that matter – a McDonald’s worker who doesn’t experience time the way normal people do.
Because, they’ve flat out admitted that their gender prevents them from doing ANY job that requires keeping track of time.
And I’ll be damned if I’m going to insult a trans person by not taking them seriously at their word.
So, fuck it. The next time a trans or queer person walks into an interview I’m conducting, I’m playing this clip and asking the individual if they agree. If they agree, the interview is over. If they disagree, I ask them why they’re such bigots…and…interview over.
And if you’ve ever spoken with anyone who actually did that sort of thing, multiple times…Granted, when Dad did it it wasn’t always under heavy fire but I know at least once it was. Though when we would watch D-day movies and especially when we discussed the opening scene of Saving Private Ryan, he seemed to indicate it was much worse for the D-Day guys. He did see, though more likely heard of, other LCPV’s that landed with his unit get riddled with targeted fire such that all those men were effectively lost. My uncle in the Navy drove/piloted/whatever one of those things. He was protected by the console. He drank much more than my dad did. Not that there’s any correlation there…
In lieu of an upvote…
I must say this to myself, and sometimes out loud, at least a half dozen times a day. About this and a great many other things.
Oh for crying out loud! This is so damn stupid.
I am a trans woman and I sense my time just like everybody else. I’m not some sort of rarified creature from the planet Trans sent here to bless you proles with my glowing awesomeness and time distortion powers.
Please pardon my French, but this sort of thing is dumb as sh*t and it’s really high time to start pointing it out.
He’s not wearing the thong.
I think he’s getting some static build-up around his… lower person. It’s all that polyester.
It’s the only logical explanation.
Works from my phone so…never mind…I guess. Still incongruently weird.
Odd segue.
If segue it is.
Steyn does have a way with words: June 6th 1944
Are you sure that’s not the Amulet of Unspeakable Cheese?
I should start an IT consultancy.
You see, us white married people with kids are so busy that time just flies by, but the terminally self-obsessed find that staring at their navel just makes time crawl. So she is right, in a sense. Getting a cat does not actually help.
It is hilarious when dopes throw a quantum physics reference in, as if they knew deep stuff. It actually of course just shows they are idiots.
“People look down on stuff like geography and meteorology, and not only because they’re standing on one and being soaked by the other. They don’t look quite like real science. But geography is only physics slowed down and with a few trees stuck on it, and meteorology is full of excitingly fashionable chaos and complexity.” ― Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay
[emphasis added]
As a kid, this was on TV at 6 am on Saturdays–my brother and I got up for it every week without an alarm clock. Sure, boys and girls are identical ahahahha
And 90 percent of the people who talk about chaos don’t know what they’re talking about.
Or the Amulet of Unspeakably Powerful Cheese.
Either way, sounds more French than British.
[ Eyes narrow. Glances doubtfully at David. ]
You don’t look French….
Fetchez la vache!
[ Muffled chuckling. ]
[ Makes last-minute addition to tomorrow’s Ephemera. ]
Guys will read this and say “fuck yeah”.
Well, they should. Saying “what the fuck?” just looks weak.
Related to the overproduction of elites, this is the overeducation of idiots. They’re not doing anything with their education other than using it as excuses for their own behavior and for their attacks on white people, men, and other targets of opportunity.
It’s probably only an hour-long podcast to me because I suffer from heterochronology.
It’s probably a TikTok short to her.
Baby, I’d make love to you in a New York heteronormative minute
and take my Texas tranny time doing it…
Did I get that right or is it the other way ’round?
I once read a short science fiction story by Thomas M. Disch about the tribulations of a low-intelligence man attempting to take classes in literature. I only remember two things: He wrote a pathetic essay titled “Problems of Creativeness” and he misunderstood Sigmund Freud’s Civilization and its Discontents as meaning Civilization and its Lack of Content.
This abuse of science reminds me of when Sandra Harding called Newton’s Principia Mathematica a rape manual.
“Meet the faculty“:
Looks like a publicity shot for a Latvian women’s cop tv show from the 80s.
Oh, the one with Tyne Daly? My ex-girlfriend’s mom used to watch that.
Oh, the one with Tyne Daly?
Gag-me and Mace-me?
As I recall, it was because it was so full of all those rigid and exact equations, or something. The irony is that as best historians can figure out, Newton died a virgin.
It’s all very well to decry exactness and equations as oppressive when there are still people doing the mathiness stuff, but take all that away and the lack of technology would create a culture that feminists would not actually like much.
LGBTQ+ people experience time differently to straight and/or cisgender people
They’re not entirely wrong. Low IQ and Cluster B personality disorders are highly correlated with shorter future time orientation.
Didn’t Jacques Derrida make similar lunatic allegations about Einstein and Special Relativity?
EDIT: I believe so. After all, why would a French fraud pass up an opportunity to write fraudulently about something?
But Bruno Latour and Stanley Aronowitz definitely wrote lunatic and/or dishonest critiques of Einstein and his Special Theory of Relativity.
Hey, I read The Dancing Wu Li Masters, so I know a thing or two about a thing or two. It’s about how the act of observation changes the nature of the thing.
[Well, no, it’s that when you impose a test on a system, you’re imposing a set of assumptions, and the system will respond in its way. It’s not the system’s fault that your assumptions involve what appear to be mutually exclusive properties. Electromagnetism isn’t something that’s either/both a particle or a wave, it’s something that responds to a particle test as a particle and to a wave test as a wave, but its true nature might be beyond our ability to comprehend. It might not change at all when a test is imposed: it just appears to. To us.]
To borrow from Futurama, “Inconceivable dimensions not shown.”
and the system will respond in its way
It’s more that the only way to observe things at the quantum level is to fire high-energy subatomic particles that are at least as big as the thing you’re observing at it, and then trying to make sense of the wreckage.
It’s as if the only way to see what’s on the other side of that hill is to hit it with a rolling artillery barrage first and then later go pick through the wreckage looking for scrap iron and body parts.
So, she has destroyed her notions of circular time. If I understand Mick Jagger, correctly, this means that the evil life has got her in its sway. Have I got this right?
https://youtu.be/hZ8Bc6jz-W8?si=SIDt9OjEO4pCm3xZ
Didn’t we once deplore such complete self-absorption? When did it become “protected?”