His Hypothetical Partner
From that organ of Our Betters – the New York Times Magazine – a question of throbbing import:
Because intimate relationships, even love, must, it seems, have political utility. It’s like dating, but For The Cause.
However,
Again, note the subordination of attraction, love, a lifelong bond, to a predetermined political goal. Readers are welcome to speculate as to how a sufficiently brown and exotic mate might regard her supposed utility as a tool to “combat racism.” Being a component of someone else’s strategy.
Oh, there’s more:
I know, ladies. He’s such a catch. You’re ovulating as I type.
One might call that neuroticism. Or a warning sign.
And so, the language of amour now includes the terms implicit bias and kyriarchy. Oh silver-tongued charmer. If readers sense the presence of an elaborate, rather contrived sorting fetish, well, hold that thought.
And what woman wouldn’t be charmed by the comparison with sprouts, kale, and other bitter foods? You see, ladies, if he can overcome the initial revulsion, and if he can suppress the gag reflex for long enough, he may, in time, find you palatable. You’d be the fibre in his diet.
Update:
If the contortions above sound familiar, you may be thinking of this item here. In which, Melissa Fabello, a “community educator” and former editor of Everyday Feminism, insists that “when you’re a white person in an interracial relationship, there’s this whole – ohhh, ya know – white supremacy thing hanging in the air.” A “white supremacy thing” that “has to be acknowledged – and dealt with – constantly.”
Ms Fabello’s ideal interracial relationship is, it turns out, one based on mutual awkwardness and regular confessions of “whiteness,” and in which any sexual activity “should be considered in relation to social power.” Which, again, does rather suggest an elaborate fetish. A weird, neurotic kink.
Oh, and according to Ms Fabello, if your partner-of-colour’s family-of-colour don’t want to meet you, a person of pallor, or have you in their home, then, obviously, this is all your fault. Because “you represent an oppressive system” by “virtue of your privileges.”
Such are the agonies of the pious.
kyriarchy, from grok
All this new vocab!
How much do you want to bet that not a single word of this essay is true?
Was this written by a woman?
Well, it is in The Ethicist section, where moral conundrums are presented, so it may well be entirely fabricated. Yet the patterns of thought mirror the linked Melissa Fabello piece, from Everyday Feminism, to a degree that’s close to uncanny.
So the attitude certainly exists.
*snort*
Well, as a blueprint for progressive, morally corrected dating, he’s not really selling it.
Well, it is in The Ethicist section, where moral conundrums are presented, so it may well be entirely fabricated.
So, sort of like letters to Penthouse for the neurotic?
Heh. Pretty much. I suspect it may tell us something about the employees and readership of the New York Times Magazine.
Kyriarchy liaison down the road that I must travel
Kyriarchy liaison through the darkness of the night
Mike Obama may be on the market.
Yes, granted, the relationship would apparently be laborious and short on comfort, but, hey, everyone craves a relationship that’s not only hard work but in the service of some weird political hang-up.
Ladies, form an orderly line. No pushing at the back.
I noticed the screed was dated the 14th…
…”Won’t You Be My Pawn” may not be the best message for a card, but it would fit on those candy hearts made of drywall.
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These people are so messed up.
I’m still trying to untangle the mental processes. Whereby a thing is identified as a moral and political imperative – “I shall take a brown wife and thereby become interesting and heroic, and statusful among my peers” – while simultaneously making the endeavour sound nightmarishly complicated and scarcely worth the effort.
Funny how so many self-described progressives are more like Maoists.
STOP! Skin color is the worst yardstick ever for measuring a person’s character. Forget about skin color and focus instead on a woman’s character. If you’re lucky, you’ll find a wonderful, beautiful woman with a permanent tan. This is the best advice you’ll ever get.
But that’s the bonus. It shows how complex and complicated they are. Far above the lazy normie racists and their simple lives. Plus the drama adds grist for their own poetry and fiction or, for most of them, the tools by which they can identify with the woke crap in the movies, books, pop music, and poetry that they are told gives meaning to life.
Say what you will but it beats getting a real job. Or so the culture tells them.
(1) That battle cry “The personal is political”.
(2) Chinese villagers were required to get approval from the Communist Party before they could begin courting much less marry.
You can tell when someone is an “Anti” racist the same way you can tell if they’re a vegan, don’t watch TV, or have a CrossFit.
They’ll tell you with thirty seconds of meeting them.
Mind you, in terms of pretentious NYT preening about how virtuous you can be (and be sure everyone knows it), boasting about the colour of the people you date is only slightly less pretentious than showing your concern about about whether your salad is racist or not.
In other news, hand-wringing neurotics are stunned by election results of people indicating that people are simply tired of putting up with them.
One can only imagine how the wedding vows will go….
Anyone remember F*** for Forest?
Looks like someone dusted off Ptolemaic epicycles.
I’d forgotten until you mentioned them.
Calls to mind a couple passages in Bored of the Rings regarding pervy hobbits and ents.
“Constantly.”
You’d never tire of it.
“As a flesh man, can I date robot women to advance my anti-robophobia?”
Currently on my knees thanking God my dating days are almost 38 years behind me. When I read stuff like this, were I to find myself single again at some time in the future the hermit lifestyle is more appealing.
The Babylon Bee can’t keep up with reality.
Marry Black woman. Check.
Work on having one Black child and one White child, preferably with one pregnancy. Will consider two pregnancies if necessary.
And yet, and yet, white men who marry asian girls are accused of having “yellow fever” (it could not possibly be that asian girls are cute, rarely obese, and not generally cray-cray) and if he marries a black woman he is still racist (check the comedian Bill Burr with a black wife) and stealing the black women, and JD Vance gets no points for an indian wife (it isn’t pure if conservatives do it).
How about just finding a girl you like without politics entering in any way?
It’s good to look beyond first impressions for wife material, but the chances are that this poor young man is scraping the barrel of obese, tattooed and neurotic.
His implicit bias is the universal one of being attracted to normal healthy young women, primarily of his own race, neither bracing resolutions nor principled study being required. It’s lack of reciprocation that creates priggishness and resentment. If he’s so devoted to more learning and less comfort, his porn history will tell a story both of who he’s attracted to and who he resents.
Generosity from the white grandparents, the extra mile he’s expecting them to go for their children and grandchildren, as racial reparations towards the goal that their white lineage will die out. He wouldn’t expect his hypothetical wife of color to treat her own parents like that because it’s unnatural and hateful. But he sees himself as the guy with the good intentions towards all humanity.
Neither can I.
The Great White Hope.
Does he not realise how utterly condescending he is are or does he not care?
in my experience, those who are condescending like this define it as being virtuous, helping the less fortunate. For example, they believe that blacks do not know how to register to vote or where to go to vote, so they are “nice” by removing ID requirements to vote and ballot harvesting. I remember some interviews with blacks on the street where they quoted those who said blacks don’t know these things and the interviewees were seriously offended.
I’m guessing you mean this video by Ami Horowitz.
Utter moral inversions like this are not by accident. This talking point has cropped up everywhere.
“If only we’d have known.”
Another win for physiognomy reflecting the inner reality.
One good OCD deserves another.
Don’t forget the accusation of “jungle fever”.
Jesus, lady. Eat a pie.
This has to be a record for moving from “It’s not happening” to “It’s happening and it’s a good thing.”
A few seconds. A few short seconds.
It’s a thing to behold. A wonder of our times.
Devon: Is it time to liberate Germany again?
Bippy: Yes, bring it on. Make Germany the 51st state.
Devon: No. Absolutely not. …. If you want us to liberate you from the results of your own weakness and foolishness, you will not be a state.
You will be a territory.
You will be under new management. ….
I don’t know if it’s simply some built-in Teutonic instinct for politeness and orderliness, or if you are traumatized that your grandparents were Nazis that you will instantly obey any charlatan who tries to control you by accusing you of being mean, but you cannot be trusted, in your current state, to make decisions about the future of civilization.
“What, will these hands ne’er be clean? No more o’that, my lord, no more o’ that: you mar all with this starting.”
But don’t call it two-tier justice . . .
From Mark Steyn:
“[A]t Bankstown Hospital in the Sydney suburbs, they examined the locker of Ahmad Rashad Nadir, one of those Muslim nurses boasting on video about killing Jews, and found it contained significant quantities of morphine.”
They’re going to have twins.
Never deleting that app.
My coffee nearly went all over the screen.
But Officer – she was asking for it, I swear, what with that skirt so short and those heels so high…
He should also prioritize combating heterosexism by dating a black man.
And then there is prejudice against “justice involved persons”.
I suggest he approach this fine citizen who just shot a doctor in a hospital emergency room.
Every hospital drama has that episode.
I had to ask…
Dicentra, David:
Just, are we completely sure that it wasn’t Melissa Fabiello who fabricated the Ethicist essay? (Striving to capture new ethical commanding heights, her previous moral high ground having slipped a bit?)
Random Thought: I assign Ethicist Essay a degree of difficulty of +3. Model: The Leith police dismisseth us.
Tesseract.
I’ve got a tenner that says she is the author. The voice in the OP article wasn’t a dude’s. She’s decided to “help” men along in their racial enlightenment journey.
Imagine trying to explain today to any other time, ever.
You know 50s teachers and such would blame rock and roll.
@dicentra,
Related, sort of.
@veeshir,
Allow me to introduce you to Robert Hugh Benson’s Lord of the World, currently being presented by Mark Steyn.
Don’t tell Jordan Peterson where it is!
I don’t think it works that way David. But these days with the wonders of the internet, who knows what’s possible?
Weird. I dated and married a black man; we had no cultural differences to ponder and no need for constant navel-gazing. We didn’t have to “put forth more effort,” blah, blah, blah. Funny how when one is not seeing another person as some sort of anthropology project, one bonds easily over shared interests (sports, singing, humor) and mutual attraction.
And contra Ms Fabello, his family welcomed me; and though we are split lo these many years, I still visit them regularly (and he visits my family).
Or at least an emulsified high fat offal tube.