It’s Been “Queered,” You See
Time to run a finger along academia’s cutting edge:
Sotomayor’s presentation is titled, Madres Radicales: Queering Art & Motherhood.
Book those tickets now, ladies. Time is short and you’ve so much to learn.
You will, needless to say, be taking instruction from “agents of self-knowledge production” who will fearlessly and heroically “expand traditional narratives about madres / mothering as an action, an embodied experience,” and who will be “expanding the terminology of motherhood as it connects to LGBTQIA+ communities, racial identities, gender expressions, surviving oppressions, straddling socio-economic statuses, citizenship, and cultural memory.”
At which point, readers may wonder whether referring to oneself, rather earnestly, as an “agent of self-knowledge production,” as if self-awareness were an area of expertise, actually suggests something other than self-awareness.
Other temptations include “virtual LGBTQ-affirming yoga,” an exploration of “trauma-informed movement,” conducted via Zoom. And for which participants are reminded to “bring your own mat or towel.”
Yes, it’s a “self-empowering learning environment,” in which the big questions will not be shied from:
It’s no use trying to flee. I’ve locked the doors.
While pondering these questions, and the inevitable “intersections of identities,” attendees will be given a precious opportunity to mingle with Professor Sotomayor, along with Dr Ashleigh Strange – a they-person, pictured here – and numerous, equally dazzling “protest organisers, musicians, poets, and drag performers.”
And obviously, when anyone thinks of motherhood, the first thing that comes to mind is the term drag performers. Which is to say, suggestively gyrating men, wearing tights and corsets, and generally being fierce, while demanding your fealty. Your full-throated affirmation of their gyrating, corset-wearing cause.
This, then, is “the expanding terminology of motherhood as it connects to LGBTQIA+ communities.” And nothing screams motherhood quite like a convulsing bald man in a bodystocking.
Above, the embodiment of motherhood.
You will become “AUTHENTICALLY YOU” – authenticity being a recurring theme of the event – by watching peculiar men hurling themselves about while dressed up as women, something they aren’t.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
I want to go back to the timeline where things make sense.
I’m being traumatized by the screaming baldie.
It’s curious how poking through listings of academic events calls to mind eighteenth-century tourists visiting Bedlam.
Above, more queered motherhood.
As opposed to a disembodied experience? So many words, so little meaning.
I want the timeline where aggressive loonies like this cannot get jobs.
I’m sensing a failure to embrace the breath-taking radicalism on offer.
Were you not tempted by the prospect of mingling with, and being educated by, the terminally pretentious and the psychologically marginal?
Other efforts at “queering” things can be found here, here, and here.
A twat?
Nominative determinism in the wild.
[ Rummages in lost property box. ]
I can loan you a yoga mat.
[ Sound of Julia’s car being driven away at speed. ]
Today’s word is irony, isn’t it?
from the link:
Euphemism for the right to subject everyone else to their mental illness. 24/7.
Kutztown University motto (and no, I am not making this up): “It’s Good To Be Golden”.
Gold being one of their colors, and I guess it is better than “It’s Good To Be Maroon”*, but not exactly what one would call inspiring like Dominus illuminatio mea (Oxford) or Veritatem cognoscetis, et veritas vos liberabit (Tennessee).
There are way too many places like this, at least clown college graduates can get jobs in circuses, not that there appears to be a lot different from the exhibition above, but at least you take kids to and get peanuts at a circus.
*(I believe they tried “It’s Good To Be A Maroon” but the other schools snickering tipped them off)
Well, referring to yourself, quite seriously, as an “agent of self-knowledge production” does rather suggest a failure of the quality supposedly on offer.
The professed area of expertise.
[ Starts compiling Friday’s Ephemera, ponders lunch options. ]
Back in 1983, just post KAL 007, I listened for an hour to two apparatchiks tell us how wonderful and free the publishing world was in the Soviet Union. These queer “scholars” make the commie propagandists seem like real intellectuals.
I’m trying to imagine just how credulous, pretentious, or broken you’d have to be to find such things affirming or in some way representative. A thing you’d want to identify with.
Except as a narcissistic grifter, I mean.
It didn’t dissuade the “Hotty-Toddy” people. Yes, it’s not the official motto, but…
Madres are what happen when you don’t have an abortion…
Well, by their thinking they were right. No one in this country back then would publish their nonsense. Hence they weren’t “free”. It’s a frame of reference thing. A stupid frame of reference yet here we are.
The most profoundly awful person I’ve ever known personally was a graduate of Kutztown University.
Drag is the opposite of authenticity. And it’s really, really boring.
OT, haven’t been here for a while. Intrigued as to why we are no longer being entreated to use coasters. Are the barbarians at the gates?
Yes, it’s odd how playing dress-up and miming to pop records – hackneyed campery – is construed as the very embodiment of radicalism and, bizarrely, being authentic. It’s like visiting some twisted mirror universe. With 1980s fashion.
And yes, it’s gotten very boring indeed. At some point, surely, it has to fall out of fashion, even among woke pinheads.
And the fact that, for the aforementioned pinheads, cross-dressing tossery has become a go-to shorthand for being gay is not enormously flattering.
[ Points to large animated banner at top of home page. ]
Apple pie is next.
Eraserhead? Is that you?
Keep reading that as ‘Klutztown University’.
As a hormonal youth, I must have seen maybe half a dozen drag shows in various clubs of questionable repute. One was quite funny in a grotesque sort of way, though I was high at the time and would have laughed at pretty much anything. The rest were just iterations of the same one, narrow gag. It’s not a particularly flexible genre. Not rich soil. Seen one, seen them all.
What I’m tempted to do is seriously frowned upon by the constabulary and judiciary.
Re. Felicity’s query: the ‘Use coasters’ instruction does seem to have disappeared from the banner – unless different browsers produce different results.
I’ve not changed it and it’s still there when using Microsoft Edge on my laptop and tablet, and when using the Samsung browser on my phone. It’s also there using Chrome. The animated banner only appears on the blog’s home page, not every individual post.
I really should check exactly what Isaac Asimov said about the USSR a decade earlier.
Wait, what?
[ Fumes, slams door. ]
Not seeing the full animation from Chrome on iPad nor iPhone, though I could swear I saw it yesterday on the iPhone. Probably has more to do with some configuration thing at WordPress or specific to a browser configuration or some default settings being reset by an update or some JavaScript interference or…God knows what. Unless someone is paying to know, just blame JavaScript. Technically you could be wrong but it’s the morally correct thing to do.
Since motherhood and mothers are inexorably tied to children, the whole chilling push to “Queer” it and us, practically shouts its real intention.
Even if one were to indulge the conceit of “queering” things – and it’s a thin and absurd contrivance – motherhood is not exactly an obvious candidate. Yes, there are a few sexually dysmorphic women who wish they were men and who may subsequently have a child, and this may even be reported, ludicrously, as some biological miracle; but that merely invites comment on the mental health dramas of the women in question. And on the probity of those doing the reporting.
Interesting. The coasters emerge triumphant in Bing, Edge and Chrome, but Firefox ignores them.
You might be amused to discover that the list of possible sites that comes up when Googling in Chrome (I think it was) includes a link reading ‘David Thompson billionaire wife’.
[ Drifts into reverie. ]
Vivaldi doesn’t
[ ponders lunch options. ]
A long, leisurely one to delay the inevitable
Can we just get that Carrington Event 2: Electromagnetic Boogaloo already??
Were you not tempted by the prospect of mingling with, and being educated by, the terminally pretentious and the psychologically marginal?
I am feeling a smidge authentically affirmed
Hey, I’m treating you heathens to some highbrow culture.
Clever.
For some reason, I’m picturing a sitcom.
I’m being traumatized by the screaming baldie.
Imagine, if you will. It’s bring your parent to school day and chappie is your dad.
Well, Mr. Baldie, could you tell the class what it is you do for a living?
I wear a body stocking, stripped to the waist. I scream, gyrate and convulse bringing attention to myself. It’s all done authentically.
Perhaps you could demonstrate for the class.
[ Baldie’s child dies a slow death in the back row ]
Interesting. The coasters emerge triumphant in Bing, Edge and Chrome, but Firefox ignores them.
Yes, Firefox tells me to “Play nicely.” It does not arrive or leave as animation either. It’s just there. Brave works just fine.
Just because they shave their foreheads . . .