Significant, You Say
A man named Silvia, a self-described “multi-talented and eclectic trans artist,” struggles with convention:
At which point, readers may wonder whether the struggle is with something more fundamental – say, adulthood, of which the potential for lifelong commitment – something serious – something much like marriage – is generally considered a feature.
Silvia, we’re told, by Silvia, is “trying her hand in everything from film and video production to interior decoration.” As one might imagine, intersections abound, along with feats of the aesthetic:
Do note the eclecticism, the “air and movement.”
Update, via the comments:
Mr Muldoon notes Sylvia’s dissatisfaction with non-married coupling terms, and offers, among others, main squeeze, easy/steady rider, and paramour.
If something less colourful seems in order, might I suggest my Temporary, my Conditional. My For Now.
Oh, and sH2 adds,
Answers on a postcard, please.
And so, we have a grown man who dismisses marriage as beneath him, as something “for the conditioned masses,” while bemoaning the inadequacy of common terms for his preferred, supposedly more daring, alternative. As if the connotations of “girlfriend / boyfriend” – connotations of adolescence and immaturity – were somehow random or unjustly imposed.
It’s not made clear which aspects of marriage so offend our enormously radical interior decorator. But if it’s the lifelong monogamous commitment thing, with all of the advantages and obligations that typically go with it – the bourgeois grown-upness, as it were – then I can’t help wondering on what basis he would object to connotations of immaturity and unseriousness.
“running is a privilege that not all people have access to”
I am still marveling at this and wondering what combination of ignorance, stupidity, brainwashing, effete elitism, and bad upbringing it takes to come up such a profoundly fatuous statement like this.
A quick look shows you can go to Wally’s and for not all that much more than the price of one pair of lululemon pants walk out with perfectly serviceable brand name running sneaks, a t-shirt, gym shorts, and for the ladies, a sports bra. Add pavement and you are in business, but being seen in anything but $300 felony shoes that look like they came from a 1950s Japanese scifi movie is so ne kulturny.
These clowns are so tedious.
What’s interesting about these seemingly endless preening / scolding sessions – pretty much all that’s interesting about them – is that I don’t hear any autonomous mental activity. I just hear a programme running.
Childhood socialization is all about giving up selfishness and learning reciprocity: You have to behave in ways that make other kids want to play with you.
Adulthood extends this into more and deeper realms: Sacrificing pleasures for ever more long-term goals and ever deeper commitments to others.
The chattering buzz of ideologically possessed demons, to quote Jordan Peterson. Or the demonically possessed, to nit-pick his memorable turn of phrase.
“running is a privilege that not all people have access to”
Her father’s argument being that running is political and a privilege because not everyone has the time or the headspace for leisure activities, and that politics is about helping people secure the lower levels of the hierarchy of needs so that they can access leisure. But poor people do have leisure time, often more than they want, and they have been known to play sports.
Now when it comes to the daughters of upper middle class Minnesotans playing sports, that’s certainly happening within a whole framework of politics and privilege. These girls could be horse riding or ballet dancing, so even getting them into athletics has required social engineering. They’re not running around the local park, they’re being driven to expensive coaching by parents who are jugging their own high-end careers. And the ra-ra favoritism of those parents is given a higher status by you-go-girl feminism.
…I don’t hear any autonomous mental activity. I just hear a programme running.
True enough, and easy to see when one is just recanting the lies, but they mystery is how one reaches such a state of mental flaccidity to spout as if Mosaic law something like this that patently flies in the face of logic and common sense.
Anencephaly runs in families?
A privilege that not all people have access to.
That’s the line they sell.
Politics is about power and politicians have, like Theodore Dalrymple’s sixteenth century German bishop, long made use of the poor for gaining & maintaining same.
Juggling. But Tim Walz, being a socialist, is indeed jugging, except that he uses the government to do it.
Chatty [Commissar] Cathy: Pull the string and listen to the propaganda.
I watched the whole thing and besides being annoyed by her head bobbing and the wide-crazy-eye mugging, she serves up a list of ever more ridiculous claims of “privilege – things hard to come by”, including food, time and mental space. Then ties it into deportation of illegal aliens and climate change with the last is that every person of the current administration is EEEEVIL so “How Dare You.”
It’s the eyes. It’s always the eyes.
Luigi Mangioni musical: Okay, then how about an Augusto Pinochet musical?
This is in fact necessary, because the leftist program demands the dismantling of our entire society. Thus, any complaint, no matter how absurd and contrived, must serve as a starting point to the condemnation of everything else.
Well, it’s certainly an odd experience, especially in person. I’ve listened to people do this kind of thing for extended stretches, until breathlessness subdues them. Or they collapse in some kind of pseudo-pious orgasm.
And I’ve generally been left with an impression that almost nothing they’ve said has been generated by them. No thinking, no pondering of any kind, appears to have taken place. It’s more a regurgitation of fashionable noises – incantations – that can apparently be arranged randomly. A series of unrelated assertions and non sequitur. All piled high, quite loudly, as if the height of the pile were the goal, not any logical relationship of the rapidly piled elements.
Like I said, a little odd.
Fake scholar publishes hit piece in Scientific American. Scroll down for her face.
I am thankful that I grew to adulthood when Scientific American was still a serious scientific publication, and not something resembling a Nazi or Soviet rag.
Sovereign citizens with nose rings?
Speaking of nose rings, why do so many of these ‘strong’, ‘independent’, women wear jewelry (?) that puts most people in mind of farm animals?
To announce that Karl Marx and his offspring are leading them around by the nose.
Shift the pitch of their voices and their whines would even sound bovine.
They told me that in space no one can hear you scream. Was that wrong?
Convolutions ensue.
“Racial bias” invoked.
I blame the expansion of tertiary education and the attendant degree inflation – it takes a lot of education to be so f—ing stupid.
Ah, but having information might lead to people getting the, er, wrong idea.
Like son, like father.
Note that the murder took place on Martin Luther King Drive.
In a court hearing on Saturday, prosecutors alleged that Mr Hinton, “in a way that was calculated and premeditated lined up his car, deliberately accelerated his car and purposely caused the death of an on-duty deputy sheriff”.
First the son dindu nuffin, and now the father dindu nuffin too.
Sci Am: the twit invokes Francis Collins re Covid, one of the leaders who smeared scientists who suggested the virus was from a wuhan lab. Also, the “normal distribution” applies to everything, apples, dogs, not just “normal” people. It is conflating things based on the word “normal” which means simply average and it is not a judgement of anything.
Running: of all the sports in the world, running is the least possible racist or elitist. Runners in Kenya run without even shoes. FFS these people are desperately ill.