His Womanly Tenderness
Meanwhile, in the world of not-at-all-unbalanced cross-dressing men:
Wait for it.
Do take a moment to steady yourselves.
Darts and blowpipes authorised.
No other possibilities being, it seems, conceivable.
Sharp-eyed readers will be shocked to learn,
A busy social life. Lots of hobbies.
Oh, and musical performance. He does that too.
At the time of writing, the local media and police are still referring to Mr Osterhout as if he were a woman. A delicate flower. Not a deranged 260-pound man who stabs random people and punches children. Fuchsia hotpants notwithstanding.
Above, Mr Osterhout sharing his inner womanliness with random passers-by.
We’ve previously noted the enthusiasm of the police and media for referring to violently deranged cross-dressing men as somehow being ladies, she-people, thereby misleading the public and treating the victims of said men with a bizarre disdain. As seen, for instance, here:
This readiness to deceive has persisted even when the individual in question was arrested for attacking a mother and her four-month-old baby while crazed and shirtless, and even when the purported ladies have been identified via the very male genetic material left at the scenes of their crimes.
But hey. This is where we are now. Pretending is obligatory.
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But journalists wonder why people don’t take them seriously any more.
Ditto police and court officials. I mean, do they not comprehend how surreal it is, and presumably upsetting, to be told, over and over again, by figures of supposed authority, that the huge man who assaulted you, or who assaulted your child, is actually, somehow, a woman. A lady.
As if the consequent air of unrealism, of unhappy farce, would be in any way helpful to the victims of violent, often sexual crime. As if adding insult to very real injury were no biggie. No reflection on the fool making these claims, and on the institutions for which they work.
As if you didn’t see what you saw. From inches away.
Sweep the leg…
How the hell did I miss that…?
Well, in fairness, there is a lot to take in.
Meanwhile, closer to home.
Statements of fact no longer permitted, it seems.
They’ve been Sovietized.
We’re f*cked, aren’t we?
Opinions vary, and there’s always a chance of plot-twists; but for now I’d say the trajectory isn’t a good one.
It’s interesting how efforts by formerly reputable institutions to accommodate a mental illness – sexual dysmorphia – have resulted, quite rapidly, in the those same institutions themselves becoming unmoored from reality. And in those institutions merrily burning any residual respect among members of the public.
It’s quite a thing.
From that link:
I’m going to need a bigger desk to bang my head on.
Tangentially related to the post above, this item here.
In which, a panel of Very Important Journalists wail to each other about “online hate targeted at journalists” – by which, they mean mocking and factual correction – and wonder why they aren’t held in the esteem to which they believe they are entitled:
Oh, there’s more. And a punchline of sorts.
One more time: This is where we are now.
Everyone remember where we parked.
We’re going to need a bigger helicopter.
During a manhunt, often the authorities (and I use that term loosely) ID the perp (of say a rape) as a woman, which is bizarre to start with and then misleads people who should be able to use this info to protect themselves. They also will often not ID the race of a suspect so again, one cannot use the info to help catch the perp or protect oneself. Who is being protected here? Just the perps feelings. That is all.
I am afraid that we parked on a ferry that has since sailed away.
Don’t forget the feelings of fellow-travellers and assorted enablers, and the amour-propre of the press and gummint folk.
who required the sedation? The perp or the cops?
NBC:
Youd have better luck taking down a T-Rex with that move, that’s one hefty ‘woman’ there….
Feminists insist men and women are identical: at a brunch last week, the 8 couples split to men’s table and women’s table. The ladies talked about botox, travel, families, and gossip. The guys talked about sports, movies (Mission Impossible, Avengers), AI, home repair and told some jokes. There was zero overlap in conversation topics. Sure. Identical.
The “identical” claim also runs right up against the topic of this post–men who think they are women. If truly identical why all the makeup? The acting?
So much pretending, so little time.
I have known a few women who were science/tech geeks* but they were unusual exceptions to the general rule.
Band name.
Or possibly a character in a remake of M.A.S.H.
But, but, but … the average highly entertaining Drag Queens are … mostly peaceful.
Hotlips.
Uh … no.
I don’t know where this occurred, but they clearly need common sense rock control.
“And the lie has, in fact, led us so far away from a normal society that you cannot even orient yourself any longer; in its dense, gray fog not even one pillar can be seen.” –Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago, Volume 2, Part IV: The Soul and Barbed Wire, Chapter 3: Our Muzzled Freedom
Another one of those things that never happen happened again.
You can take the hood out the neighborhood, but you can’t take it off the cruise ship.
I have always preferred to listen in on the men. They talk about interesting stuff at least part of the time. Women just talk about other people.
Oh hell yes! That’s diabolical, and I love it to death.
[ Remodels part of bar as a Ladies’ Lounge for gossiping and needlework. ]
I’ll expect the juiciest gossip to be carefully transcribed and footnoted, of course.
Purely for research purposes.
Whereas I choose to sit with the women at work. They at least eat with their mouths closed. And don’t talk about sport *all the time*.
To be fair, since I work at an all boys school, the women aren’t the usual run of the mill. We talk a lot about food, but not at all about a lot of stereotypical “female” topics — very little gossip, little on clothes, not too much about babies.
That was a problem for me: At one time most of the men I’d meet at work talked a lot about sport whereas I had no interest. That changed when I started working at small IT companies where the talk tended to be about STEM topics.
Yeah, well sports has become more about female topics. Men used to discuss talent and strategy regarding sports. Not saying that still isn’t discussed but more and more of sports has become about the drama. What one teammate said about another or their coach. Or about LeBron or other similar players taking a flop. Some even get into discussion about diet. How bloody girly is that?
OK…so this is weird…I thought you had to be logged in to upvote? I upvoted a few comments then when I went to make my previous comment, I find that I wasn’t logged in. Perhaps something is messed up on my end with my browser’s (Chrome on iPad) cache but not seeing this problem elsewhere. It’s not a big deal but just finding it curious.
So this guy gets his kicks showering naked with women, and his name is “Oystersout”? I must be reading it wrong.