Women Hold Sign, Quietly, Pinocchio Gets Upset
From the comments, scenes from Smith College, Massachusetts:
A woman reacted to a banner stating “Women are adult human females” by calling the group holding it “fascists.”pic.twitter.com/8w8oikJX76
— Thomas Sowell Quotes (@ThomasSowell) October 6, 2025
It turns out that when you try to pretend away fundamental realities, as if wishing made it so, any reminder of those realities has to be repressed or erased, or at least shouted at quite loudly.
I believe this was the scene that prompted the meltdown.
Update, via the comments:
Mike D adds,
Well, it does seem to be an illustration of the fact that if you require continual, universal affirmation – i.e., deference – if you need everyone else to pretend something vividly untrue – then you’re unlikely to be happy. The best you could hope for is to surround yourself with people who are willing to lie to you.
It’s worth mentioning, I think, that the trans-identified people I’ve spoken with or seen who seem most content are the ones who can concede the reality of the situation, and who can juggle that reality with their preference to live as if they were the opposite sex, while knowing that they aren’t.
They don’t seem prone to the bedlamite outbursts seen above.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
“We’re all Democrats.” 🤣
But you’re not ALLOWED to have opinions. Only they/them are.
First of all, the bowl haircut flatters no one.
Second, her visceral rage is obvious, and I suspect it originates in a much deeper place than her displeasure with an opposing opinion.
Well, quite.
When a women’s college, a college whose ostensible function is to empower women, is honouring a cross-dressing man as if he were in fact a woman, the surrealism is hard to miss. Not least when the man in question is an advocate of drugging and mutilating children. And I can see how some might regard that pretence and what it implies as undermining the stated function of the college. Hence the ladies with the sign.
I am, however, having more difficulty understanding the reactiveness of Little Miss Pinocchio, who does seem to imagine an entitlement to suppress the perceptions of other people. Presumably on grounds that no-one must see the glaringly obvious. Along with some imagined monopoly on the right to have opinions, the right to be affronted – say, by the aforementioned pretence or the drugging and mutilation of children.
That.
She’s not making the case she thinks she is.
Walkabout.
Well, it does seem to be an illustration of the fact that if you require continual, universal affirmation – i.e., deference – if you need everyone else to pretend something vividly untrue – then you’re unlikely to be happy. The best you could hope for is to surround yourself with people who are willing to lie to you.
It’s worth mentioning, I think, that the trans-identified people I’ve spoken with or seen who seem most content are the ones who can concede the reality of the situation, and who can juggle that reality with their preference to live as if they were the opposite sex, while knowing that they aren’t.
They don’t seem prone to the bedlamite outbursts seen above.
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One for our host.
The point made later in that thread – about not being prepared for such brazen, practised dishonesty – did call to mind one or two exchanges we’ve seen here over the years.
Actually, the feigned ignorance thing is not unlike the trans activists and ‘allies’ who splutter indignantly if met with even polite pushback, generally while making accusations of being obsessed with people’s genitals or whatever. As if the trans phenomenon, which they themselves regard as of infinite importance, couldn’t possibly be of concern to anyone else, for any reason.
As seen quite recently here:
Again, big ask.
Oh, good – we’re still a-sharin’ and a-bickerin’
[ Fetches Bickering Stick. ]
Just checking in on the Green Party.
Okay then.
Stereotype accuracy strikes again.
It’s not fascism when they do it.
Bit early for that. The sun’s up and everything.
Only one or two?
Well, at least the creeps left when finally asked, which is not always the case.
That is a step on the Maoist staircase of revolution: harassment, threats, assaults, murder.
She chose a look that signals her deranged personality and politics, in order to attract similarly defective people while repelling all normals.
She could try a walkabout in the outback, eating grubs and all that.
Yet the assumption seems to be that emotional dysregulation and screeching wildly at people in the street, in an attempt to cow and bully them, somehow makes the screecher a victim of some sort and therefore deserving of universal deference. Hence the screecher’s exasperation – something like incredulity – that other passers-by had better uses of their time.
Speaking of which, consider the after-school grooming conspiracies disguised as innocuous interest groups.
And in “equity” news.
Just checking in on the Green Party.
Not unrelated a congresswoman brings us a tune from Portland as sung by Antiquefa.
Meanwhile, over in Essex, equal justice, because diversity is our strength.
“It’s just one percent!”
Eventually, there will be a reset occurrence – there always is – and a lot of people will be hurt. Probably not in my lifetime (I am 64) but certainly in my kid’s. And so be it.
I remain unconvinced.
Or, Clueless luvvie remains clueless.
They are simply providing cover for the more ostentatiously crazy ones.
Interesting that we have a 2nd lady (Vance’s wife) who is a POC (Indian) but the wokies have not once, not a single time, celebrated this “first”. Because conservative POC do not count (see Clarence Thomas, Thomas Sowell).
I don’t see, for instance, Buck Angel or Marcus Dib doing that. Both have made videos critical of the kinds of creeps and bedlamites seen here.
You’d never tire of it.
…is AUTHENTIC! Living her truth! The louder the dysregulation, the purer the authenticity.
I keep thinking about the case of psychopaths — who have no “artificial” constraints like social conformity or internal guilt — how they almost inevitably behave as predators.
That sounds to me like raw authenticity to me, and I want nothing to do with it.
creator house: when I was a kid if my mom started doing that I would assume a seizure and call 911. Makes me feel lucky to have had a normal home life, even if boring.
“authenticity”: our authentic self is a predator. Primitive humans, in spite of Rousseau’s opinion, were in constant warfare with neighbors. Rape and theft common. Social structures like the tribe and extended family developed to protect the weak. Not where I want to live.
I know I didn’t write this, but it sounds exactly like what I’d say, point for point. Eerie.
STOP NOTICING!
[ Snort ]
Iowahawk has the right of it, as usual.
It’s not unlike how progressives will foreground the issue (or supposed issue) of race wherever possible, however incongruously, seemingly bent on shoehorning the subject into every aspect of life, such that it makes up at least 86% of their mouthings, and then, should anyone push back ever so slightly, this is deemed somehow scandalous.
As if you, not they, were the ones preoccupied by skin colour.
Clueless luvvie remains clueless.
On the bright side, now that Jonathan Pryce has revealed his plan to reshape British public opinion via his control of the media, we should be just minutes away from Pierce Brosnan shoving him in front of a wire-guided torpedo drill.
I don’t actually find race, for instance, an inherently interesting subject. It’s not something I spend my evenings fretting about. Ditto sexual dysmorphia, or drag queens or whatever. But as this is a place where the pathologies of Our Betters get a poking, and as Our Betters bang on about these things so much, often in ways that are ludicrous, they do tend to crop up.
It’s the familiar obliviousness. The assumption that the grumpy pale-skinned proletariat merely need to have their objections corrected. As if there were no substance to their fears and disgruntlement. No basis for their anger or sense of betrayal. As if it weren’t their neighbourhoods, not those of the luvvie set, being transformed rapidly and against their will, and very often for the worse.
As if they simply have to be told in a slightly different way.
For someone screaming about “tolerance,” she seems to be most intolerant.
I could not live with people like that.
It could have been worse, they could have played recorders.
I don’t mean to sound too po-faced. I mean, maybe it’s a one-off and they’re just having fun. But it’s the suspicion that it may be A Thing That Mommy Does Now. And I don’t think I would cope well with that much showbiz in the house.
The mother you’d do anything to avoid at school pick-up.
Dear shoplifter….
[ Using Bickering Stick, clears radioactive items from bar, sweeps into paper bag. ]