For newcomers, some items from the archives:
Powder Room Scenes.
He’s a transgender activist, so there’s nothing to worry about.
And remember, ladies, when a male bedlamite pushes his phone camera under an occupied bathroom stall in order to livestream to his admirers a woman who is unhappy about a male bedlamite’s presence in a ladies’ toilets – and when said bedlamite’s phone is kicked away and he then claims victimhood, specifically injury to his penis, which he mentions quite a lot – this is totally normal and nothing to worry about. It’s just how things are now.
The Kind Of Creature You’ve Chosen To Be.
An “independent thinker” applies make-up, smashes patriarchy.
Apparently, it’s outdated and oppressive for a young woman to be walked down the aisle at her wedding by her father. And so she can insult him and embarrass him by taking away that role. But of course it’s not outdated or oppressive for that same father to be expected to pay all of the bills for the wedding at which he’s being so pointedly sidelined and insulted.
Let’s Do It, But In A Way That’s Less Likely To Work.
Guardian columnist plans to “redefine the family unit.” Complications ensue.
Providing the sperm. A joyous and maternal turn of phrase. Also of note, the idea of wanting a baby, but with only a third or a quarter of the responsibility. A kind of low-commitment parenting. Bodes well.
Readers are invited to ponder the appeal, for any gentleman with fatherhood in mind, of effectively becoming a sperm donor who is also expected to perform household chores, for many years, and to pay child maintenance. In a sexless relationship with random lesbians who may find him barely tolerable, a necessary complication. But this, it seems, is “the ideal parenting setup.”
Just Let Me Check Who I Am.
Banking and mental illness, together at last.
The NatWest bank, we learn, “allows staff to identify as men and women on different days. The bank offers double-sided lanyards to non-binary employees so they can alternate between personas when they please.” This is part of an “LGBT-friendly diversity measure,” endorsed by Stonewall, the cutting edge of corrected thought. And employees who aren’t sure who or what they are at any given time must be encouraged to enact their “masculine and feminine” personas according to mood and medication. Hence the double-sided lanyards, obviously.
Tongue Action.
A tale of erotic mollusc-gobbling.
This goes on for quite a while, longer than seems strictly necessary. Droplets on chins, alluring eyebrows, lemon wedges being
squeezed. Yes, the situation was “hot and vulnerable,” and “profoundly intimate,” with the object of intrigue covering her face, leaving her
breathless and
gasping. She was “performing the act for the first time” – and in public, no less.
Should readers need a moment to steady themselves, I quite understand.
“My memory of that first time,” writes Ms Maratha, “echoes that special frisson of noticing your femininity.” You see, “Something about the discovery of the oyster’s flesh, the patience needed to harvest it from its shell, and the fortitude required to enjoy it, feels intrinsically feminine.” We’re told, by an obliging editor, that Ms Maratha’s “love of oysters grew alongside her queer identity.” And that, “For her, the act of eating an oyster uniquely and intimately expresses her queerness.”
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
Building trust in government.
BTW, there is a legal defense fund.
Oh my. The shape of his skull. Maybe it’s just the angle, but that conical shape could indicate problems at birth such as craniosynostosis or syndromic conditions like Apert syndrome, Crouzon syndrome, or Pfeiffer syndrome.
All of which could affect IQ and behavior.
Or I could be completely wrong and he’s just got a head shaped like that for no reason.
“Family demands justice.” One might almost laugh.
Road user of note.
Fine dining scenes.
Andrew Gold interviews Dr Az Hakeem. On transgenderism, fetishes, and false realities.
Kinda hypnotic.
Fine dining scenes.
What’s that thing on the guy’s head? It just may be affecting his behaviour.
Yes, it’s begging for some deep anthropological study.
The display’s on wheels, why not just roll it out?
I doubt they’re big thinkers. More lumps of dumb malevolence.
The evolution of English swear words.
And yes, there will be a test on Friday.
Laugh in their faces while telling them that justice demands that the entire family be separated from civilized society.
I doubt that fines and suspension of license will change his behavior, and only something more drastic (like prison or a fatal one-car accident) will have any effect.
Of course it it wasn’t for them he wouldn’t have been stabbed by one in the first place while at the vegan strip club.
Of course it is Portland, Oregon.
the vegan strip club
We were on our way home from a family trip to Niagara Falls when we hit the dodgy end of St. Catharines. My wife started her normal put downs for the area about how low rent it was. So just to take the piss, as we drove by a scuzzy retail plaza I said, “oh my god, only in St. Catharines a family restaurant and strip club.” My two boys lost it in the back seat while my wife was all in on believing it.
We once had to make a bathroom stop in Niagara Falls and the only place I could find was an interesting looking donut shop. This was before smoking laws so when you opened the front door a thick cloud of smoke escaped from the place. When I entered, I swear everybody in the place was smoking. Anyway, when I returned to the car I said that place was so tough even the babies were smoking. Imagine what the donuts tasted like.
On today’s episode of You Never Nose What’s Going On Inside A Home
If she was truly committed* she would have her friends toss her into the sea or dumped in the woods for the scavengers.
A perfect spot to be left on the ground, it seems.
Oh, of course. You just can’t win with these eco-loons.
*(to the cause, not an asylum, however warranted)
Please tell me I’m going to wake up from this weird f**king dream.
It would seem to be a recipe for farce. Absurdity is inevitable. To say nothing of the potential for security complications.
As noted in the original thread, banking is very much about consistency and customer confidence, neither of which is likely to be enhanced by employees who aren’t sure of who or what they are on any given day.
If your financial affairs are being handled by someone whose identity is so unstable that Harry could be Helena the next time you interact with them – complete with wig, make-up, and a different personality – and then be Harry again, and then Helena again… well. This is not an obvious basis for confidence.
That this detail should have to be pointed out is itself hardly comforting.
Banking: I have gone most of my life without my many different banks ever screwing things up, but in the past 5 years I have had multiple individuals (DEI hires all) mess things up. One closed the wrong account when I asked to close it (like the checking instead of the savings). Another took an hour to add a name to a nonprofit account and it took 2 more trips to bank to fix the errors introduced. As examples. Incompetence is not free.
Towers of Silence have a long history.
Banking:
Here the banks have wrapped themselves in the all encompassing canard of “privacy.” My brother has experience nearly catastrophic health issues that kept him in hospital for almost two years. He had both lower legs amputated and suffered infections in his arms that almost cost him those as well. I offered to help him out with his financial affairs. He had a car he no longer had a use for and the car had a loan and lien against it. I found a buyer for the car (an actual honest used car salesman) who wrote me a cheque. I had my brother provide me with signed letters of direction for the sale of car and to pay off the loan. When I went to the bank to pay off the loan they refused to tell me how much to make the cheque out for due to “privacy” issues. I produced the letter of direction (which my lawyer had assured me was a legal document in our jurisdiction) and they refused to accept it so I couldn’t write the cheque and pay off the loan and get the lien removed.
After weeks of wrangling I discovered there was a phone service offered by the bank for car loans and I used it with my brothers permission to get the outstanding amount. It took them another 3 weeks to clear the lien. The fun didn’t end there. My brother wanted to open a joint bank account with me so I could manage his funds more easily. The bank refused to open the account because he had to physically appear at the bank to open the account which was impossible. So I found an online bank and in 15 minutes we had opened him an account. Because he could access it online I didn’t need to be on it as joint tenant.
So no matter how much you may hate the banks, it’s not enough. This is one of the Canadian banks that froze the trucker convoy bank accounts. So much for privacy.
If she was truly committed* she would have her friends toss her into the sea or dumped in the woods for the scavengers.
or go full on Zoroastrian and have her body laid out on a dokhma or tower of silence to be consumed by birds of prey and scavengers.
or go full on Zoroastrian and have her body laid out on a dokhma or tower of silence to be consumed by birds of prey and scavengers.
First, thanks to aelfheld for the Towers of Silence – if nothing else, this place is indeed educational. My Zoroastrian studies have apparently been lacking.
However, to both your points, while towers are certainly an option, tossing someone in the woods has fewer carbon emissions than building a tower.
Tidiness counts too.
This strikes a chord. I’ve had frustrating arguments about scientific matters with people who got their knowledge of science from comic books and “physics for english majors” classes.
Tidiness counts too.
I suppose. Of course this lot could donate themselves to a body farm, probably be the most useful thing they ever did.
There are laws regarding the disposal of toxic waste.
Another “educator” is at it. Thank goodness this sort of thing never happens.
One more time, I miss the concept of shame.
Shakespeare is twirling in his grave like a runaway gyroscope, but Yassssssssss, Queeeeen!
Her ‘lifelong goal’ . . .
Our first post-literate Supreme Court justice.
Does the concept of shame include posting public service announcements?
Does the concept of shame include posting public service announcements?
We must! We must! We must increase our busts!
Reducing carbon dioxide emissions by burning money.
I suspect the bride-to-be will look back on this incident and think “Why did I screw up my wedding over a childish impulse?” This will likely occur to her when her own children demand that she pay for everything while insisting they get to dictate all terms.
The regret may come a lot sooner than that, especially if she continues to do things to alienate her father.
I wonder what exercises Sydney Sweeney does. #ImportantHealthScienceQuestion
Can anybody here read Chinese?
Can anybody here read Chinese?
Not me, but if you embiggen the picture, what it is is a time zone map with an embiggened China superimposed on the world.
The oddness is that though China only has one time zone (Peking time) for the whole country, they appear to think the same holds true for the other continents, or the map maker was too cheap and/or lazy to put in all the time zones.
Not me either, but the first thing it reminded me of was the map scene in The King and I.
Now I have to re-watch The King and I.
“by a European artist” [ Stares judgmentally across the Atlantic ]
The 70’s have a lot to answer for.
The 60’s have a lot to answer for, too.
Nice buffalo shot, I guess.
A little cultural enrichment. But just a little.
[ Googles buffalo shot, gasps, clutches pearls. ]
[ Peers over spectacles at Dicentra. ]