Friday Ephemera (764)
Any port in a storm. || Hot pursuit. || Not quite the intended optics. || Nicotine and oestrogen. || When brave knights battled snails. || You want one and you know it. || She’s not happy. || Helping hands required. || House-trained. || He likes to lick them. || Close enough. || You may need to move the seat back a tad. || A brief history of bubble gum. || Bit tight. || The bikini, I’m assuming, is purely for aerodynamic purposes. || The progressive retail experience, parts 623, and 624. Or, cause and effect. || Mystery unresolved. || It’s a San Francisco vibe. || Some overheating issues. || Insufficiently secured. || First, you need your own sand. || That Disney magic. || Can your toilet flush a rotisserie chicken? || Much effort, but minimal effect. || And finally, establishing fault before Dad hears about it.
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“Mental health professionals” eh?
Well, quite. In this context, affirmation translates as a willingness to lie. Which is, I’d suggest, a less than ideal tendency for a mental health professional. Someone to whom one’s wellbeing has been entrusted.
Social interaction – knowing that other people perceive you as you actually are, not as whatever it is you wish you were – may amplify the dissonance, of course, but such interaction doesn’t cause it. It isn’t the root of the problem.
That’s an, as they say, you thing.
It is worse than that, rather than even attempting to try to see what is the cause of the “dysphoria” it is being an active participant in supporting the dysfunction.
This is really no different than a shrinkologist (of any ilk) giving a depressed person more reasons to be depressed or telling the NSSI person the best ways to cut one’s self.
Where does one sit for the lap dance? Asking for a friend.
Remember how “Virginia is for Lovers” took off…
Bet he can’t play the flugelhorn.
Bet he can’t play the flugelhorn
Every time I hear that song I expect the opening credits of some 70s-80s tv show – one that starts out with the aerial view of a city, slowly zooming in to a car driving along one of the streets.
We do have a racially biased criminal justice system. But not in the way we are usually told.
Ah, but does your medicine cabinet have a slot in it through which you dispose of the used ones?
I’m willing to bet a lot of them don’t think it’s a lie. They’re perfectly fine with the idea that a bloke is a broad merely by declaration. Trans people are magical beings whose brains don’t match their bodies, so they’re affirming the mind while denying the body.
Postmodernism means that words like “female” and “male” can’t have fixed meanings, rooted in physical reality, because words never do.
The intellectual class falls for this type of malarkey all the time, because they have a higher cerebral capacity for abstraction.
What they don’t have is much interest in humility. Because what fun is that?
Ah, but does your medicine cabinet have a slot in it through which you dispose of the used ones?
Most new houses these days, including mine (newish), don’t even have a medicine cabinet, but in my misspent youth I have one with The Slot.
Yes. Not entirely sure what is up with that. We stay in STRs a couple times a year. Generally they have been built pre-1980, so I am happy to see a medicine cabinet whenever we check into a new one.
I had forgotten about those slots until I saw a reference to them on a Yinzer group page a couple weeks ago. As a wee one, I was fascinated by where they might go. I was certain that they couldn’t just pile up back there for eternity.
“Why, yes, you ARE in fact Napoleon Bonaparte!”
dicentra: when my 3 girls were teens I had them hold out their hands, grabbed both wrists together with one hand and told them to get free–they could not. I wanted to show them that they needed to be careful. It is not a joke how many women hit big men thinking they are equals or that the man will not hit them.
Given the protests of Tesla and hatred of Musk, one might ask why. I do not think it is because these clowns understand how much grift goes to progs and are objecting to getting it cut off. No. I think at a visceral level they think the State is their savior and protector, an all-good being that dispenses health care and other good things.
Mental health professionals “affirming” trans. So let’s follow that idea. Affirm the anorexic’s beliefs, put them on a diet. Affirm the voices a schizophrenic hears. Celebrate the voices! Affirm the depressed person: yep, life really sucks. Pretty easy job.
I don’t know. Politics is a team sport everywhere. And I can see why extreme idiots on team blue just fall in to line. What I can’t understand is here in the land of the yellow snow, the reaction is just the same. Someone incinerated a Tesla at the Tesla dealership here in my city in Canada. I can get why they might hate Trump and be prone to TDS, but I’m not sure how Musk is having any impact on the average Canadian. These are the same people who are pushing for Net Zero and complete replacement of ICE cars with electric cars. We don’t make a Canadian electric vehicle.
A bit of Lily’s medicinal compound might be in order.
“Why, yes, you ARE in fact Napoleon Bonaparte!”
That a patient boils puppies is a valid lived experience and anyone who says otherwise denies that patient’s truth and is a just psychophobe who is in dire need of reeducation and mental health assistance.
Good on ya. It’s a concrete lesson I never forgot.
They scream about oligarchy and use the term “billionaire” as an accusation rather than a descriptor, which tells you that their billionaires are livid about being countered by equal force. So their billionaires are stirring up their foot-soldiers to wrath against those who are stopping the leftwing billionaires’ oppressive and underhanded actions.
“Validate without hesitation,” says the grinning Tess Kilwein, PhD, a proponent of “bold storytelling.” Because this practised, habitual dishonesty is, she says, “justice” and “courage.”
At which point, the nakedly partisan activism of such people – and the abandonment of anything approaching objectivity, even basic curiosity, asking what is going on here? – appears to have obliterated whatever residue of professionalism one might foolishly have expected.
The Luigi Mangione t-shirt?
She’ll be swapping it for a Karmelo Anthony T-shirt as soom as someone makes one….
She’ll be swapping it for a Karmelo Anthony T-shirt as soon as someone makes one….
Ask and ye shall receive.
A rather uncurious society that we live in. Per Grok:
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I find it odd that my curiosity about this is apparently odd. Disturbing, in fact.
Bookmark.
Bronx thought running between me and my son and vaulting over the log was a great game, allowing me to capture him in flight.
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Also, yet another politician heading to El Salvador. Welp, I guess it’s cheaper than space tourism . . .