A Big, Hairy Princess
As a measure of where we are, culturally – and of the levels of pretending currently expected – this rather captures something:
How terribly modern. How fashionably unhinged.
Moments later, the two girls returned, hurriedly, explaining in whispered tones that, “There was a man in the shower with us.” Ms Tyrrell promptly told the girls to get changed in a toilet stall, where privacy of a sort might be maintained.
Tyrrell says the man, who was muscular and had a hairy chest and back, was wearing what appeared to be a pink child-like bikini, which was adorned with princess tiaras, sparkles, and frills.
Naturally enough,
However,
Unhappy about the front desk’s dismissal of her concerns, Ms Tyrrell contacted the pool’s management via email, resulting in some unexpected confusion:
Presumably, on grounds that no-one, but no-one, could possibly object to a big, hairy, very male pervert lurking in a changing room intended for women and girls. So, obviously, it must be something else. Some kind of fashion issue.
Ms Dobler was keen to remind Ms Tyrrell and other unnerved ladies that the pool does provide the option of “single stall washrooms or changerooms for patrons… [who] want to maintain more privacy.” In other words, women and girls who would rather not shower in front of big, hairy perverts can always retreat and surrender territory to the aforementioned big, hairy perverts.
Women and girls, you see, being a lower priority.
It’s the progressive pecking order.
Know your place, ladies.
At which point, Ms Tyrrell, now somewhat incredulous, replied with a not unreasonable question:
This, however, prompted a more chiding response from the pool’s management, with Ms Dobler boasting, “We are proud to have a Diversity in Changerooms Policy in our centres,” and adding that patrons are welcome to use showers and changing facilities “where they feel most safe.” The ironies of this statement apparently passing undetected.
“Everyone’s gender identity and expressions are valid,” Ms Dobler insisted. “Our goal is to create an inclusive environment where everyone feels respected and valued.”
Readers will note that the word everyone is rather heavy with connotations and does not seem to include women and girls who aren’t overly keen on the intimate proximity of big, creepy men. Even if those big, creepy men are wearing sparkly bikinis intended for children.
If the above should be insufficiently surreal, do read the rest over at Reduxx.
Update, via the comments:
Aitch notes Ms Dobler’s gratuitous pronouns and quips,
The ostentatious declaration of pronouns does, I think, communicate more than is perhaps realised. Sort of, I will happily pretend not to see the most glaring realities and obvious contradictions, and therefore cannot be relied upon.
Something along those lines.
Or simply, will lie.
Regarding the seeming obliviousness, the glib piety, of those inviting men into women-only spaces – and the kinds of men to whom such opportunities might appeal – Dicentra adds,
Which brought to mind this recent illustration of the same phenomenon, in which obtuseness blurs into practised dishonesty:
And so we get the pinhead dance. According to which, cross-dressing men have every right to enter women’s changing rooms, and women who object can… er, choose not to use them. Or choose to flee, provided they do it politely. So as not to cause offence.
We must, it seems, be sensitive. Albeit unilaterally.
Again, the progressive pecking order. Adherence to which entails pretending one doesn’t know any number of rather obvious things.
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Black racist legislator demands to know why black drivers violate the law more than whites.
One more time:
The contortions required are quite extraordinary.
The proper law enforcement measures, however, are quite straightforward. As is the proper level of tolerance for legislators like him.
Would it be wrong to kind of wish that the cabin crew who blocked his deportation all get raped by migrants?
Should have avoided comparing herself to the Niké of Samothrace…
These are the cultural gobbets that come with a $14K/year Catholic girls’ school education.
Her background: born in 2001, grew up in upper middle class suburban New Jersey, educated in private schools and on social media, parents took her to Broadway shows, father’s side of her family Polish Americans (in Rachel’s schema – bland, cultureless, not worth exploring), mother’s side of her family is Colombian (in Rachel’s schema – brave, joyful, spicy, to be embraced).
In an earlier generation, Rachel would have assimilated into being a white American with slightly exotic features, like her West Side Story predecessor Natalie Wood (a child of Russian immigrants for whom English was a second language). But Rachel’s generation lean into whatever non-white or immigrant identity they have by birth or can imaginatively assimilate themselves to. I’m sure half her private school classmates had college application essays about “navigating two worlds” or “how I learned to love my non-blonde hair” or whatever.
What is interesting about Rachel’s Colombian ancestry is how little information there is about it, given that without it, in her own estimate of her own worth, she’d be just a basic bland white suburban girl, undeserving of success or public recognition. An internet search gives her paternal family tree to 2-3 generations, but very little about her Colombian family. There’s an intriguing mention about how her grandmother came to the US to give birth to Rachel’s mother, but no obvious follow-up questions about the grandfather or the family circumstances or the practicalities or emotions of the young mother being sent away for ever to a foreign country. Rachel claims to be bilingual (as a claim of exotic authenticity, not a claim of being a striver who did her Spanish homework) but it’s not clear how domestically immersed she was in the Spanish language, how much Spanish her US-born mother really spoke to her, whether she had any contact with extended family, whether she spent vacations in the old country, etc.
It would be wrong to just ‘kind of’ wish that.
There was a time when I would never have had such thoughts. Something changed.
Again, not to blame the victim as she is too young but I do blame the victim’s parents, friends, advisors, clergy of any kind, and anyone else who has encouraged her to forgive this man, especially as he has continued to deny his guilt.
Using the twisted leftist logic itself, it seems to me that one should be condemned for forgiving someone for something that they deny having done. In fact I would say doing so is just wrong even without twisting the logic. By forgiving them, you are attributing absolute guilt to a person who could be innocent.
Sorry about this, David.
The conservative in the room.
Sorry about this, David.
It could be worse.
The conservative in the room.
I think she means pissy. Could be the lisp.
A project for the weekend.
They really don’t much care for the taste of their own words.
On a more uplifting note.