If You Notice Our Dishonesty, We Will Punish You
I paraphrase, of course. Though not, I think, wildly:
Sorry, still pondering the Swissness of wind instrument repairman.
Well, he’s not wrong. We could, I suppose, list things like pelvis shape, skull shape, bone density, Q-angles and whatnot, and we could mention the very high accuracy of sex determination via forensic examinations based on such variables, but it all seems rather obvious. Almost too silly.
But wait.
Because in the realm of the trans activist, and others who like to pretend things, in this case, two journalists and a teacher, the accumulation of ludicrousness must not be impeded.
And so,
A transcript of the interrogation, in German, can be found here.
It turns out that noticing the obvious – that sexual dysmorphia is a mental health issue, that the skeletons of men and women are quite distinct, and that some members of the so-called “LGBTQI community” are quite extreme in their ambitions, as illustrated by the case itself – has now been deemed taboo, and indeed punishable:
Don’t talk back, citizen. Cross-dressing men are women.
With magic woman bones.
Readers will note the bizarre and emphatic conflation, by Judge Julia Schär, of sexual orientation and sexual dysmorphia – her equating of homosexuality with intolerant transvestism – via which she condemned Mr Brünisholz for an alleged intent to “disparage people on the basis of their sexual orientation in a way that violates human dignity.”
Whether the farce described above does much for human dignity is a question I leave to the reader.
Well, quite.
A reminder, were one needed, that when you surrender to the lie, all manner of distortions will ensue. Best, I think, not to give away the store in the first place.
Oh, and because I know you like a punchline:
Modernity, baby. Bathe in its glow.
Update, via the comments:
Readers with a taste for inadvertent surrealism and colourful epithets – and claims that skeletal analysis is unreliable and irrelevant because “our species isn’t very sexually dimorphic” – may find amusement of a sort over in this related Reddit thread.
There, some commenters, presumably ‘allies’ or themselves trans-identified, denounce the post above and what they consider to be “obsessing over transgenderism,” which seems to mean expressing any reservation or insufficiently flattering thought, “because it literally doesn’t impact your life.”
As if, for instance, women could have no reason to express reservations, and all while commenting on a news item with rather ominous implications, and in which someone’s life was obviously impacted.
As sH2 quips in reply,
Well, indeed. There is, after all, the small matter of probity.
And the implication of such statements, commonplace among trans activists, is that despite the current ubiquity in the media of trans-related issues, and despite efforts to change laws and social norms in ways that create any number of serious problems, and despite the alarming comorbidities of sexual dysmorphia, and despite the eye-widening prevalence of sex offending among the trans-identified… despite all of that, the rest of us should say nothing.
Instead, we’re expected to quietly acquiesce.
Big ask.
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Semi-related: The mysterious growth of the furry phenomenon.
We’ve come a long way from Pogo, and not in a good way.
Regarding Ms Emma Watson, mentioned upthread, this seems apposite:
The above in particular.
Fits the diagnostic criteria for Borderline Personality Disorder, tho.
Fancy that.
Child of very wealthy parents. Became famous movie star at age 11.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she were also ignorant of just how privileged she is.
From Rowling’s post:
I just found out that Emma is THIRTY FIVE. Cripes!
Some of Emma’s problem is the folly of youth. “I was young and stupid” is a valid excuse, one that we’ve all needed to use.
And yet at 35 the spell should have broken (so to speak). It’s one thing to be an ignoramus at 18 but quite another to cling to one’s original stupidity past the age of cerebral maturation.
Publicly heaping coals on someone’s head while expressing sympathy through back channels? Who does that?
Either she’s genuinely torn between two positions or she’s duplicitous and false, trying to have it both ways.
*chef’s kiss*
What struck me, other than the eloquence of the post, were the replies from trans people and their loudly announced allies that are just personal insults, rather than attempts to engage with what was written. The knee-jerk barking and spitting is quite something.
And young Mr Radcliffe will soon be hitting 40.
[ Applies moisturiser. ]
Those with Borderline Personality Disorder?
By the way, a reminder that Typepad will be shutting down tomorrow, so if there’s anything on the old blog that wasn’t copied over here, anything of interest, images or whatever, now’s the time to swipe it.
[ Has flashback to October 2022, eye twitches. ]
It’s surprising how long certain patterns can persist in families. Where I live there are a large number of elderly British expats, and down to their children in their early forties there are many who have habits around food and the kitchen that date directly from the Blitz and war rationing – because they learned them from their mothers, who learned them from their grandmothers, and none of them have ever stopped to think about why they’re doing it.
Myself I have to periodically purge my shelf of carefully washed and de-labelled glass mayonnaise, pickle or preserves jars. I have no need or use for the jars, but my family was quite poor when I was a child and I learned that that is what one does.
I do have a soft spot for airtight containers.
[ Looks at assorted airtight containers, few of which contain anything. ]
[ Adds more airtight containers to shopping list. ]
It’s my only vice.
[ Opens bag of walnut halves, eats two, puts remainder in airtight container. ]
all too often, whores
The opening act for “Dubiously Busty Woman”.
According to Brünisholz, the judge confirmed to him that he cou
Glass is better than plastic for food storage, so I keep a collection of glass jars of particularly useful sizes. And mayo is no longer sold in glass jars in my local supermarkets.
Everybody point and stare.
[ Takes screengrab for extra shaming leverage. ]
My granny Fanny kept any and all glass jars. With my baba, it was sour cream containers. You could always find a repurposed container in the fridge filled with bacon fat.
I keep hot sauce bottles to fill with homemade hot sauce. I keep the circular plastic inserts from the hot pepper jars to use when I make pickles. It keeps them submerged in the brine.
I still have some glass 2-gallon institutional food jars, from back when I was in my early 20’s and consumed huge quantities of whole grains, ww pasta, and granola.
Meanwhile, @bgates is thinking:
Should we tell bgates how many commenters here have been sent to the Correction Booth for un-closed italics and other sins?
Band name. Will be opening for Rod Stewart on his tour next year. Not kidding. I mean the part about Rod Stewart.
But what would they know?
Piker.
In other pretence news . . .
[ Searches comments for previous only vices. ]
I’d forgotten about being a harsh judge of Christmas cards.
See, now, if you only had a properly cleaned and de-labelled glass jar to hand, you wouldn’t need to make an expensive trip. I’m just saying.
@David, do you now regret throwing away all those jars?
Hey! What are you implying about my granny Fanny? I mean, she was a fan, but she had some decorum.
Don’t pretend, David, that there weren’t a lot of jars.
There was a time when parents did not bring screaming babies to restaurants, because they knew it would be wrong to subject other diners to the noise.
Back in the day when my wife and I were childless and dined out once a week, one of my favourite things to do when being seated was–as we passed a table that had a couple with a baby in portable car seat–to say “Look, they serve baby in a basket.” It was not appreciated by many, including my wife.
When my first child came along we continued our once a week dining and he was awesome. Number two son came along and we had to stop the routine because he terrorized everyone–and we tried everything and had every distraction imaginable. Each kid is different. But good parents know when to pick up their child and take them for a walk outside or around the bar area.
What If Social Science Is a Scam?
from the linked article:
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In spite of “discrimination”, over the past 20 yrs hispanics in my area have started hundreds of small businesses, doing lawns, roofing, painting, seal-coating, concrete work, stone work, drywall, remodeling. They have equipment and nice F150s. Why could not blacks have done the same? Culture.
I don’t know about the quality of the production, but casting Bill and Ted (Winters and Reeves) in Waiting for Godot is effing genius.
Three visible comets at one time does seem a tad portentous.
Anyone named Caesar should stay home.