Inadmissible Hair
Or, Not Neurotic Enough.
From Vancouver, via Alex Zoltan, an attempt to attend a “2SLGBTIAQ+-friendly” outdoor theatre is derailed by some cultural-sensitivity complications:
A woman in Vancouver was denied access to a “2SLGBTIAQ+-friendly” outdoor theatre because her hair violated the venue’s “Code of Conduct Cultural Appropriation policy.” pic.twitter.com/reB5DbDtL1
— Alex Zoltan (@AmazingZoltan) August 15, 2025
You see, madam’s hair – or rather, her woollen hair extension – violates the venue’s “Code of Conduct Cultural Appropriation Policy.”
Which is a thing, apparently.
Readers may not be entirely surprised to learn that the list of terms and conditions is somewhat extensive and includes both pre-emptive scolding that is nebulous and therefore open to interpretation by those so inclined:
And pre-emptive scolding that is more particular:
Because pronoun policing is the basis of every good night out. And with regard to madam’s supposedly scandalous hair:
That’s the non-consensual wearing of your own clothes and hair.
You see,
We’re talking, you’ll recall, about a trip to a “2SLGBTIAQ+-friendly” outdoor theatre. In the hope of a jolly time.
We’re also informed, sternly, that people of pallor do not experience,
And that,
Again, at a venue where luridly cross-dressing men can pretend to be women and must always be addressed with their fabulist pronouns.
In short, attendees must,
Those forever downtrodden magic brown people.
And transvestites.
I feel I should point out that the interaction filmed above goes on for nine minutes. You may wish to have a fortifying beverage to hand.
Or something to bite down on.
The complications of progressive fun times – specifically, what can only be referred to as ideological dancing – have been mentioned here before.
Update, via the comments:
Liz adds,
There is that. But if we start listing the things our Enforcers Of Purity don’t know, and the things they choose not to know, and the things they think they know but which are wildly incorrect, I suspect we’ll be here all day. And any interest in history, or in reality in general, seems likely to be subordinate to the neurotic, wearying drama that they wish to inflict on others.
Not unreasonably, Chow Bag asks,
Well, indeed. And likewise, if you’re obliged to continually “uplift, celebrate and hold sacred those most marginalised among us,” while fretting about pronouns and privilege and “how you take up space,” and while fretting about police brutality and “intergenerational trauma” and the sacredness of other people’s hairstyles… well, that may leave little time for watching the actual show. Which, I seem to recall, was the purpose of the visit.
But poking at the implications of their rules of admission almost certainly makes you a white supremacist and so you’re not allowed in.
Lest you contaminate The Purity.
You can never be woke enough. That’s the point.
It is an unhappy game, seemingly designed to propagate anxiety.
See also this.
In which a visit to a “queer dance party” involves a remarkably elaborate sorting process. Because you can’t just dance next to anyone, you know.
Being, as there is, a progressive pecking order.
So, am I supposed to be sympathetic, or is this a case of a leftist running head first into the ideology she supports and finding out that totalitarianism is indeed a bad thing?
That would, I suspect, be a bridge too far. I mean, when playing the game, or just seeing it from a distance, the psychology in play is hard to miss. As are the kinds of people to whom it appeals.
I hear a lot about black women being pestered about their hair. I know sometimes white girls want to touch their hair. Which, I guess, is kind of alienating, because that’s how the Indians during the Raj treated blonde white girls — by touching their hair because it was so strange to them.
And then there’s this:
A head full of black cornrows, neatly arranged, is “unclean” or “unprofessional”?
But a head full of blonde cornrows is “cool”?
I’ve never run into that. Maybe I’m not in a position to hear black women be chided for their hair, but it seems odd that it would happen at all. Unless she looks like she’s been living on the street, and there’s food and unmentionable substances stuck in her hair, what’s the problem with hair styles that white women can’t really manage but African women can?
It seems to me that it might be a less-aggravating solution to encourage all and sundry to wear, e.g., cornrows, and also to enjoin employers et al. to leave black women and their hair alone in most cases.
It’s a little concerning that we’re striving for racio/cultural purity: I can wear this because it originates from my people, but you can’t.
It seems we had another society that got obsessed with cultural purity, and they attempted to rid themselves of anything that was not of Teutonic origin.
The cultural purity being enforced in some quarters is way too close to that.
The wokescolds don’t even know the history of braids.
If we start listing the things they don’t know, and the things they choose not to know, and the things they think they know but which are wildly incorrect, we’ll be here all day. And I very much doubt that they’re interested in reality, as opposed to the neurotic, wearying drama that they wish to inflict on others.
I see blonde cornrows and all I can think about is trashed White girl on beach vacation.
Couldn’t resist…
A few minutes ago, I realised that one of my wireless earbuds hadn’t been charging properly. Upon closer examination of the tiny charging port, I discovered a small waxy build-up. Not significant compared with, say, my ears, but colossal on the scale of earbud charging ports.
What?
I’m just sharing my day.
…the list of terms and conditions is somewhat extensive…
Hey, it has footnotes, so only some sort of racist would question it.
Maybe I’m not in a position to hear black women be chided for their hair, but it seems odd that it would happen at all.
It doesn’t, looking askance at some of the hair hats, yes, but no more so than bizarre ypipo coiffures.
[ Rummages under bar, produces telescopic arm with mechanical claw. Reaches for Muldoon’s hair. A whirring sound can be heard. ]
David has been here over 18 years and the list is still growing.
That is an interesting phenomena thing. When I was working in Japan, my coworker had his wife and 10 yo blonde haired daughter visiting. When we would go exploring on the weekends, Japanese women were fascinated and would sometimes ask to touch it. I thought it was the strangest thing.
Fear and insecurity as a means of exercising power.
And…we’re back to the Dark Tetrad.
In the spirit of “share random links and bicker”:
This clip of Elizabeth Warren reminds me of many people I’ve known who didn’t do much to save for retirement, unashamedly saying that it was the responsibility of productive and prudent people to support them in their old age.
the kind of socialism that no “democratic socialist” ever chooses
How did they determine she’s not black? How did they determine that’s actually her hair?
It’s theatre alright.
Well, there was the first mistake.
Reality doesn’t revolve around their fabulous selves.
“I know, let’s spend an evening among the Competitively Neurotic Mean Girls so that they can scold us for any failure to have memorised the Made-Up Rules Of The Current Month. The time will fly.”
And yet, as seen quite vividly here, the resistance to this realisation – that the game attracts awful people with obnoxious motives – is quite strong. Presumably because so much in-group status depends on not registering precisely that.
I once tried to explain to someone that things of this kind are not a welcome or a reassurance. They’re a warning about the kinds of insufferable people you’re likely to encounter.
How’s that revolution working for you so far, Robespierre?
They keep using that word but I don’t think they know what that word means.
LOL. That. 👆
“nonconsensual” hair: and where do you go to get consent? If your black friend says it is ok, is that enough? Do you need to take a poll on the street?
Claims of violence blacks experience: IIRC, something like 90% of black murders are at the hands of other blacks (and robberies, and rapes). But hey, don’t let facts get in the way of a a good scolding.
This is reminiscent of the (in)famous Gendered Language Triggers Audience at DSA 2019 National Convention event, where someone was offended by others clapping for a resolution, then someone else was offended by that person’s taking offence, who in turn was…
Commonly known as a purity spiral, the end point is reached when the system fails due to complete gridlock, as no movement whatsoever is possible without offending someone.
The Woke movement is largely driven by a superiority complex, and the need to show their moral superiority over others. The zeitgeist has shifted, and the unwoke are now ignoring, or outright mocking the woke’s attempts to shut them down (look at American Eagle, and their response to attempts to shut down their jeans advertisement). No longer able to effectively police the unwoke, they’re forced to police their own.
Both sides are convinced of their moral purity, and automatically assume disagreement with them means the other side is immoral.
Nietzsche famously said “Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.“. Both sides here are convinced that the other side is a monster, and what’s hilarious about it is that to outsiders, they’re both right.
A parable for these people can be found in the CHAZ (later renamed) encampment in Portland during 2020 riots. Police were banned, it was “communal”. Endless bickering. A black Jamaican (IIRC) thug ended up taking over, 2 murders, many thefts, and some rapes in a 2 block square area. Gridlock and then abandoned. Sure, let’s have these dimwits run the country.
The message to whites from the Code of Conduct is: non-whites have long-standing resentment and envy against you, they’re disinclined to like you, whatever you do in their presence is likely to hurt and annoy them, and even your gestures of solidarity will be taken as particularly insensitive provocations. A special warning to young white women dressing ethnically for either the look or the radical chic – your beauty and status is already resented by nons, you’re exacerbating that by being seen to be slumming, and you’re going to get all sorts of unpleasant reactions you hadn’t planned for. Now that we’ve made the case for how fun and enriching racial mixing is for everyone, you’re invited to our racially diverse gay party, and naturally you’ll understand the need to go through this briefing and inspection at the door so you’re properly equipped to walk on eggshells.
A prudent and respectful approach to this issue would be that, neither wanting to cause hurt to other races by our very presence nor being willing to offer our own heads up as targets for general racial resentment, whites should minimize contact with non-whites, avoid interracial events, keep our distance from non-whites that are already in our cities and countries, and not import any more non-whites.
Luckily this particular venue is in Vancouver, in an Anglo-French country without a history of racial … oh, never mind, but what with Vancouver becoming a city where the Chinese predominate over foreign devils of various origins, where’s the future in humiliating an ever smaller number of liberal whites?
Importing enemies is generally unwise–although “progessives” will disagree.
Note that out-and-proud racial and religious chauvinism is the norm around the world. Whites, who work so hard to expunge such bigotries, are a notable exception, an exception which most other groups are uninterested in emulating.
The Sydney Sweeney phenomenon.
Should this symbol of anti-wokeness be posted here daily?
She’s a real shorts tightener.
The NHS’s solution to this will be another useless committee.
What? Not more banging of pots in the garden?
I’m just going to leave this here.
See also.
To paraphrase Lily Tomlin, “We don’t care. We don’t have to. We’re the NHS.”
Oh hell, might as well change “NHS” to the whole damned government.
I should add that over the years I’ve also encountered doctors, surgeons, nurses, paramedics, etc., who were perfectly competent and who treated me (or more often, the person I was escorting or visiting) as someone deserving of respect and of whatever help or information was requested. My own GP is very good. But this cannot be assumed as a default, as illustrated above.
A few years ago, we took my father-in-law to a nearby private hospital, after a spell at the mercy of the NHS, and the difference in ethos was striking, to say the least. Even as visitors, we felt acknowledged and were treated as if we mattered. If I had to be ill somewhere, that’s the place I’d pick. And it’s worth noting that there’s a sizeable crossover in staffing, with NHS employees doing shifts in private hospitals.
There are days I’d like to be surprised.
That old “government monopoly” problem.
https://thompsonblog.co.uk/2025/08/inadmissible-hair.html#comment-197991
I imagine it requires a permission slip, like you used to get from your mom, but instead you get it from a designated, authentic person of color
I believe the CHAZ was in Seattle, on Capitol Hill, after I had moved from there, thank god. And yes, the mayor had decided to simply stop enforcing the law in that area. It went about as well as one would expect. Only a couple fatalities, iirc.
In the late 70s, early 80s I lived across the valley from Erindale College, a campus of the University of Toronto. Even then it had a very high percentage of Chinese students (at that time they were Cantonese speaking from Hong Kong). While they called us gweilou, we openly called them “Texans” so they didn’t know we were talking about them.
Here they were, enjoying Western hospitality while hating their welcoming hosts.
Libtards don’t want to know that racial bigotry is so much more common outside the west.
A suitable rejoinder. Would be even better with muffins or cupcakes.
Another reason to hate the NHS:
Trans-women’s milk as good as breast milk, says NHS trust