Peer-Reviewed, You Say
And in whatever-the-hell-this-is news:
Because environmentalist politics is all about the joy.
Ah, those self-other paradigms. And situated bodies. Of course.
Naturally, the planet is also assigned with novelty pronouns – BE/BER – because, well, because.
Such is the radical heft of the Journal of Lesbian Studies. Where other topics of deep pondering include “lesbian-dog relationalities and becomings,” and “lesbian, non-binary, and trans-dog intimacies.”
Empowered feminist ladies and their erotic entanglements with pets is, you’ll recall, a subject we’ve touched on before.
The latest issue of the Journal of Lesbian Studies can be accessed, for a whole thirty days, for a mere £220.
Oh, and should you be intrigued by “ecosexuality,” “grassilingus,” tree-licking, and free-swinging breasts daubed with mud, well, today’s your lucky day.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
Fool me once…
This is my innocent face.
Somewhat related.
Following previous rumblings on the subject, I’ve belatedly started watching season two of Andor.
I’ve been assured it gets better towards the end, but dear God, the first couple of episodes are feeble. The pacing is, again, awful – I mean, really bad – and some of the dialogue is ropey as hell.
There’s an interminable wedding that looks set to stretch over at least three episodes, and in which nothing of consequence has happened, and a seemingly pointless two-episode detour, in which our supposed hero is held prisoner by a gang of imbeciles, is dramatically inert, then escapes. Again, to no obvious purpose, beyond filling up runtime.
I’ve yet to detect any suspense or narrative momentum. The promised improvement better be bloody dramatic.
So, we should feel free to molest the planet? Asking for a friend.
If anyone’s getting aroused by this thread, I’m upping the price of the drinks.
Who the hell would pay £220? (Or anything at all.)
Can I get some grant money if I write a paper on “Lesbian-Subaru Synchronicity and Relationalities”? I’m thinking that I can get ChatGPT to knock it out in under five minutes and then find some journal of higher learning to publish it. Heck, maybe I can even score a teaching position at some university. Tentative title for the course: “Beyond Flannel: Realization of the Trans Cosmos in Dykes.”
Hmm . . . Beyond Flannel would make a good band name . . .
I’d guess the primary customers are equally disreputable academic institutions, maybe some academic libraries. People who are spending someone else’s money, or can claim the money back.
I am very sorry to hear Scott Adams’ news about his cancer and prognosis. As he puts it, he expects to “check out sometime this summer” from prostate cancer.
Fuck cancer.
Free swinging, mud daubed breasts you say?
Is there wrestling involved?
veeshir:
It’s never the people you would want to see naked. As David said:
Well, when you already f****ed everything on two legs forty years ago, what’s left?
Don’t forget the bandits’ stand-off solved with space rock-paper-scissors…
I was trying suppress my memory of that, thank you very much.
That entire two-episode caught-by-bandits plotline featured the most hackneyed dialogue, badly delivered, and served no discernible dramatic purpose. I have no idea why any of that was deemed vital to the story. Nothing happened and it went nowhere.
Wouldn’t be surprised if also four legs.
We should count ourselves fortunate that the editors and contributors write for such “journals” rather than work in bio labs.
Academia has indeed screwed the pooch.*
* I first ran into that expression when I read The Right Stuff. Sheltered life, ya know.
The only explanation that comes to mind is that the writers couldn’t think of anything for their lead character to do, so they had him be captured by bickering morons, so that he sits around listening to them bicker for two episodes.
While nothing much else happens.
And in whatever-the-hell-this-is news:
A post so nice, it’s posted thrice!
Only 56 frogskins just for the article so 220 Imperial Dollars for the whole issue is a bargain at half the price, not that you would want to miss out on any of the inspired scholarly scholarship therein at any cost.
Meanwhile, we turn our radical queer lenses and paradigms to religion as the fetching Gwen reads an “open and affirming statement”.
Elsewhere, a pastor offers us Deep Thoughts™ thoroughly vetted and approved by the Central Committee.
It’s the fondness for interminable lists of identities, or pretend identities. They seem entirely unnecessary and convey little information, but I suppose they work as incantations.
It’s the fondness for interminable lists of identities, or pretend identities.
I particularly liked the “Identities Yet To Be Discovered, Named, Or Traded Later For A Third Baseman™”.