Any Widening Of The Eyes Will Result In Detention
Lifted from the comments, a reminder of Teacher Appreciation Week:
This clearly female teacher has a deep voice, do you think it’s from smoking? pic.twitter.com/CGoFhMXy1C
— Dr. Jebra Faushay (@JebraFaushay) May 15, 2025
To which Chow Bag replies,
A not unreasonable question, all things considered.
Regarding Mr Look-At-My-Fabulous-Hair-Extensions, I suppose the obvious issue is the self-absorption of our strapping madam, such that he records and then publicly shares classroom videos of himself faffing about with his wig while expecting applause for his feats of fake-hair management. It does rather speak to his priorities and focus. And that’s before we get to the oddly ample fake bosom.
The other issue, I’d say, is the fact that schools have surrendered to cross-dressing men with a rapidity and full-throatedness that is quite remarkable. The place where cross-dressing men should not be – in positions of intimacy with, and authority over, children – is where they seem to find the most gushing welcome and the most ludicrous indulgence. Such that children are coerced to mouth fabulist pronouns and to regurgitate obvious lies.
Despite much higher rates of sexual offending, including offences against children, and similarly high rates of serious mental illness, people who identify as trans appear to be favoured in school hiring. Their numbers, and social-media prominence, does seem noteworthy. Among successful candidates, there is a certain triumphalism. A confident strutting.
And we’ve seen several examples of even the most basic safeguarding measures being abandoned, and an eye-widening disdain for children who report inappropriate behaviour by men in bad wigs. Even when that behaviour would, if indulged in by any other demographic, almost certainly result in immediate dismissal.
As if the safety of children were of much less importance than being seen to affirm cross-dressing men.
Also from the comments:
Supposedly, it’s about making the children feel “comfortable.” Though it occurs to me that the flag’s connotations of coerced pretending, fetishistic mutilation and life-shortening hormone abuse – and generally being subordinate to a cross-dressing man with mental health issues – may have other effects. Say, by transforming a classroom from a place of learning into one of cowed pretension, of deference to the untrue.
And then there’s the not insignificant matter of introducing an element of transvestite farce into the classroom, which may result in children being distracted from the task at hand by the perhaps more immediate question of what the strange man in the wig and padded push-up bra sees when he looks in a mirror.
Readers may also wish to ponder whether children should be imposed upon in this way and should be obliged to pretend, to be dishonest, on a daily basis. Which is to say, pretending not to see the pantomime, and being obliged to participate in the teacher’s psychodrama, for the teacher’s gratification. While any children who demur, who acknowledge the obvious, even politely, run a risk of being disciplined and publicly denounced.
It seems to me this is, at the very least, rude. Some might say abusive.
But hey, this is where we are now. Let the progress wash over you.
Expanded via the comments.
I did once forget to pay in the local deli. Was too busy gassing with the owner.
Returned two minutes later, looking mortified.
[ Adopts stance of hardened criminal. ]
From that thread:
[ Note to self: Step away quickly if Stephanie opens a can of spinach. ]
That reminds me: I’ve long wondered about the camp speech and mannerisms of some gay men. Is it entirely learned? None of the gay kids I knew, grade school through university, were like that.
I’m just going to leave this here.
Still funny.
First time I’ve seen it. LOL.
Re. accidentally not paying: in Kent several years ago we had a good lunch in a pub in the village of Barfreston. We intended to visit the splendid church of St. Nicholas, which as it happened was just across the pub’s car park. We thanked the owners for the lunch, and asked if they minded if we left our car in the car park while we visited the church. No problem at all, they said, and mentioned that they actually sold guide books, if we were interested. No thanks, we said, but thanks again. About five minutes later, while walking around the churchyard, my other half asked me, did you pay, because I didn’t. She kindly volunteered to go back to the pub shamefacedly settle the bill: each of the owners had thought that we HAD paid, but had paid the other one in the other bar.
Not at all embarrassing…
And run if music starts playing.
I feel I should mention that she, the owner, forgot too. On account of the aforementioned gassing. So it wasn’t entirely my fault.
[ Considers whether to get a facial scar, eye patch, or tattooed knuckles. ]
That should remind us all: business first.
I could call myself ram-raider.
[ Considers whether to get a facial scar, eye patch, or tattooed knuckles. ]
A tear drop under one eye, and some of these.
Should the sheep be nervous?
I remember that being presented rather cutely on an episode of White Shadow back in the late 70’s. Lost a lot of respect for that show because of that. I sensed their presentation of it popularized the practice. I even heard a white news guy on a conservative talk news station on the air actually admit doing such a thing. He caught all kinds of crap from the other guys, rightly. Kept his job tho. I suspected his seeing it on White Shadow desensitized him into doing it.
I was at a bar with a roommate and his from-out-of-town-but-visiting buddy. After a few beers they wanted to go somewhere else. I was expecting/anticipating someone possibly showing up so I said I was going to stay. That’s when they pop it on me that they didn’t have enough cash to cover their couple of beers. Which kinda ticked me off but whatever. I had cash to cover my beers but also did have a credit card, tho this was back when you generally didn’t pay for a few beers in a bar with anything but cash. Off they go and I hang around an hour or two…never see the waitress again. Looking, looking, looking. The place was unusually crowded, busy, understaffed but I had remained in the same area. Kinda annoyed me on two counts because I wanted another beer or two and I thus hung around even longer than I wanted because of needing to pay our bill. Well it was getting late, I was getting bored, the person I was hoping to see never showed. F-it. I left. I get home and those guys now have the cash to pay me. I says, never mind and explained the situation. Boy did they get all high and mighty about it. I was like, well fine. Nothing stopping you from going back there and paying her yourself.