Issues Of Earth-Rumbling Import
Meanwhile, at Boston University, enormous thoughts are being had:
The she in question is Professor Megan Elias.
Oh, and she’s talking about food.
Obviously.
The question “what is queer food?” is, we’re told by Professor Elias, “a question that’s coming up a lot lately.” If only among academics desperate for an angle, an excuse for claiming a salary and wasting other people’s time. Academics much like Professor Elias.
Welcome to the bleeding edge of human mental activity.
Quite how one can write “an illustrated guide to queer food,” complete with recipes, as Professor Ilias has, while simultaneously being unable to define what such a thing is, should it exist, is a question I leave to the reader.
Specifics of the professor’s course content are, as one might imagine, a little sketchy, beyond the obligatory claims of things being “disrupted” and “interrogated,” albeit in ways not altogether clear, or indeed convincing.
We are, however, informed that the credulous and self-absorbed will be invited to ponder what they might eat on a first date – because that’s totally worth those annual fees of $90,000 – and “how [their] food choice is representing [their] gender identity.” Which is a thing that food should do, apparently.
Oh, and the aforementioned,
On grounds that being, say, “polyamorous” – i.e., a neurotic slag – may, in ways unexplained, determine how much you like lasagne or carrots.
Such is the sophistication of our times.
Those so inclined, and with nothing better to do, are welcome to reflect on yesterday’s dinner, or this morning’s breakfast, and then explain to the rest of the class how those foodstuffs “represent” your “gender identity.”
I’ll award points for contrivance.
Readers may recall our adventures in “queered” history, which is like history, but less so. And, as above, much more self-involved.
This blog is kept afloat by the tip jar buttons below.
The amount of useless research in academia is staggering.
John Bolton once said “You could lose the top 10 floors of the U.N. Secretariat building and it wouldn’t make a bit of a difference”.
The same applies to nearly all universities today.
Absent reading this blog post, my first guess would have been “food calculated to offend normal people”. Or maybe “ways of eating that violate every norm of propriety and public health”.
And somehow, these people are managing to ruin a generation. Boggles the mind, really.
But are they being ‘de-colonised’?
Obviously the colors of the foods of every meal must represent the colors of the rainbow, or ROY G BIV.
“Queer” is, of course, not about sex, but about the Revolution. I had no idea it had run out of low-hanging fruit and moved on to such oddities.
Next up: the queering of electric outlets, or the mixolydian scale, or possibly A = 440Hz. All topics worthy of Problematization. Can’t wait!
BREAKING: Anti-Khamenei Iranians are clashing with pro-Hamas white liberal women. You quite literally cannot make this up.
ESR replies to an arrogant Harvard grifter:
Not only that, the Harvard University Official Smart Person misrepresents Asimov’s Foundation series.
That was a thing of beauty. I’m glad he’s on our side.
One might consider that this kind of scam is the university equivalent of Somali “daycare”.
No “might” about it: Universities are now mostly grift.
What odds Prof. Elias’ dissertation includes the word “autoethnography”?
Going to need a minute…
It’s the fact that the premise, the justification, is so contrived and threadbare, so laughably insubstantial. This, it seems, is as good as it gets.
For $90,000 a year.
For gays, I presume it involves a lot of kale and soy bean. One must, after all, fit into those fabulous pants.
For lesbians, doritos and oreos appear to dominate.
Over the last decade, I’ve ceased donating to my alma maters. The idea of my money being wasted on those administratively bloated bastions of woke idiocy is too hard to bear.
I’m still trying to work out how yesterday’s homity pie, or the pizza from the day before, was “representing” my “gender identity.”
Going to need a more powerful computer.
Not entirely unrelated, tales of erotic mollusc-gobbling.
Again, it’s the sheer flimsiness of the pretence. The realisation that this is what you can get away with. Without being laughed out of the room.
Erotic Mollusc is the name of my next band.
Or maybe Mussel Beach.
Enormous nerve.
Well, yes. The signature arrogance of a bubble inhabitant.
Note that in her self-promoting video, linked in the post, our professor’s opening statement – about “what is queer food?” being “a question that’s coming up a lot lately” – is not entirely plausible. One might even call it a lie.
And this is the standard on offer. This is deemed good enough.
I recently had the opportunity to meet an artist whom I admire and who posts pictures of meals she has cooked that are simply wonderful. She explained to me that her Dad was French and a chef but he didn’t teach her how to cook; rather, he taught her how to eat and she realized that if she wanted to continue eating that way, she’d have to learn how to make those dishes.
She also happens to be married to a woman. But who cares? Her taste in food came about like everyone else’s – environment growing up and a curiosity to expand it as an adult.
So, to Professor Elias . . . bitch, please.
Here, I did the math for the students in her course: at annual tuition of $92,206, that’s 148,719 packages of instant ramen.
TBF, people who hallucinate see those as reality so technically not really a lie.
Queer electrical outlets are already a thing, and Mixolydian and the rest of the DP2LMA community are just queer Ionian.
So this is all about the cookbook that she’s trying to flog?
One the biggest (and widely accepted as “normal”) grifts in academia is when the professor makes their own massively overpriced book required reading for the course they teach.
And then there’s this claptrap:
As a man shacked up with another man, and as someone who’s been known to cook, I can’t say the term “Mom’s home cooking” has ever made me feel excluded or reduced me to fits of weeping. The idea is bizarre. And the fact that ours is a household of two men does not, so far as I can tell, have any great bearing on what it is we eat on any given day.
Again, this alleged scholarship is pretty thin gruel.
And this:
And so, a statement of the most banal obviousness is wheeled out as some mind-blowing revelation. All kinds of people do, in fact, have to cook. Who could have guessed?
[ Stirs pan of chili, checks fridge for sour cream dip. ]
[ Tries to determine how this is “representing” my “gender identity.” ]
Every time.
A punchline for our times.
From the reviews:
So “queer food” is not in fact a thing. It’s just whatever people who describe themselves as “queer” – a subset of insufferable misfits – happen to eat.
While talking about themselves and how terribly “queer” they are.
And works over 200 miles away at Boston University.
That’s two punchlines.
Ought to sic the Net Zero loons on her.
Starting?
Finney did it better
[ Stirs pan of chili in a needlessly suggestive way. ]
The wokies who want to turn it around and say it is whites who are violent or commit crimes have to ignore the most overwhelming statistics, so overwhelming that you don’t even need stats tests to see the results. Such as 90% of the daycare fraud in MN is Somali, who are a tiny fraction of the population. Or the murder rate among blacks. or or or
Should ask those liberal asswipes to ponder what the crime rates would be if those minorities became the majority.
Thing is she’s right, sort of, disproportionally low is, nonetheless, disproportionate.
The statistics don’t matter. Logic and reason do not matter. Regardless of the work you may put into research and logic and reason, those efforts themselves are a distraction from the truth…which is, they will just lie. Not lie like shade the truth or exaggerate or play loose with the facts, they will simply make things up out of whole cloth and repeat them, chant them, work them into song. They already have their answers to things. Everything else is just what path of least resistance they can find to get there.
This is why my litmus test with these people is asking them if Trump told people to drink bleach or inject lysol or whatever chemical. They all believe some version of it and it is all clearly, objectively, a lie. They just don’t care. I have asked well over 50 specific people that question, several even friends and friends of friends, people whom I know exist here in meat space. They all failed except one, a friend of my sister-in-law, and that one immediately disengaged from the discussion.
Heh. Over one and a half MILLION dollars the left has raised for the lesbian partner of the Minnesota scum who was blocking ICE from detaining a confessed illegal alien child molester. Meanwhile the right is barely chugging its way to ten percent of that to support the ICE agent.
Is too early to drink?
I had this in engineering undergrad a lot and I asked one of the profs candidly about this. Now I suspect this widely varies by region and field of study, but what he told me is that the amount of money a professor makes for authoring a textbook is very much not worth the time and effort expended, compared to what they could make spending that time doing anything else, including applying for grants or lobbying for a position as Chair of something. The royalties are minuscule (and the prices so high) because the print runs are so small. It’s done because the prof believes that none of the extant textbooks teach the material the way he thinks it ought to be taught, and/or as an ego project. It’s hubris more than grift.
It does, you just don’t realize it (a fish has no word for water). If you had a pair of incredibly picky under-5s running around your domicile 24/7, your mealtime choices would look very different. Madison Avenue knows full well that gay men and couples are a completely different demographic with completely different buying patterns, precisely because they don’t generally have children (or children full-time).
Which is in itself a kind of definition, I think, because such people tend to be neurotic and pretentious, leading to everything they do being a cry for attention and validation. Like, you’ve met vegans, right?
This is one of those things like baseball stats – “leads the league in RBIs by a left-handed pitcher from Puerto Rico”. Slice your categories finely enough, you can say anything you like with a straight face. For instance, it’s inarguable that white men commit disproportionately more crime than white women, or southeast Asians of either sex.
That said, Ms. Randall is a woman and can’t do math or understand large words; she’s confusing absolute numbers with per capita rates and using the word “disproportionate” to mean “large”.
There’s a bag of beef brisket and black peppercorn crisps in the cupboard.
But I’m now worried about how they represent my gender identity.
Which is what crisps can do, apparently.
[ Breathes into paper bag. ]
I am hetero and white, so last night I had a cheese pizza cut in straight lines to make rectangles
[ Leaves extra paper bags on bar. ]
Instalanche.
[ Adds sign: Paper bags, $10. ]