Facial Theatre
From the comments – which of course you’re reading – a phenomenon to ponder. A small but telling feature of our unrelentingly progressive times.
It began with this exchange from Question Time, the BBC’s flagship political debate programme, in which Green Party candidate Sarah Wakefield struggled with causality. Specifically, the apparently alien notion that a rapidly growing UK population – overwhelmingly a result of immigration – requires more housing. And thus the two topics – immigration and housing availability – being very much related.
🚨 WATCH: The Reform and Green candidate in the Makerfield clash over immigration
Sarah Wakefield: “Do you think if we locked down our borders, we’re going solve the housing crisis?”
Rob Kenyon: “The more people you have in the country, the more houses you need” #BBCQT pic.twitter.com/Fsog3KOFz8
— Politics UK (@PolitlcsUK) June 4, 2026
Ms Wakefield is, it seems, somehow unaware that immigration accounts for almost all population growth over the last six years, and the vast majority of such growth over the last twenty years.
When not struggling with simple arithmetic, Ms Wakefield spends her time announcing that farming is riddled with “white supremacy” and is in need of “decolonisation.” British food production, says she, “entrenches racial oppression.”
Still, whatever her shortcomings in terms of readily available facts and observable reality, she does put her face to eye-catching use.
Which prompted the following from your host:
I’ve seen this same facial theatre many times, not least among left-leaning women who’ve been appointed to positions for which they are clearly ill-suited. An observation that would itself most likely result in the ‘eww’ face.
And,
Again, the conceit seems to be that doing what is necessary, and right, will somehow never entail saying no. As if the correct and imperative decision could never entail doing things that might seem unfashionable or insufficiently accommodating of the latest Designated Victim Group, if only among one’s equally pretentious peers.
As if saying, “No, the entire third world may not come here and live entirely at the expense of the indigenous until the system collapses” were just some gratuitous meanness. For instance.
In reply, commenter [+] shared a link to this video, which may amuse, and deployed the term Longhouse Face.
Which in turn brought us this not implausible observation:

Dicentra added,
She was evaluating the STATUS conferred by expressing a particular opinion. His comment was LOW STATUS, so it had to be disdained.
Quite.
This facial phenomenon has subsequently, and happily, attracted wider attention. Among the commentary to be found elsewhere, this caught my eye:





Climate change catastrophe is averted. Well, it is actually that the catastrophes are no longer believed even by the IPCC. I’ve been saying this for 20 years and often got longface looks.
“Stop trying to make ‘fetch’ happen, Gretchen. It’s not going to happen.”
It’s just female intrasexual competition for status within the herd. “Niceness” is merely the trapping; the goal is increased status and power within the social hierarchy.
Meanwhile, in the world of Worthless Studies:
I’d have thought that “the meaning of fatness” in the vast majority of cases is simply eating too much, especially carbs and sugar, and being sedentary. But I doubt they could milk much pseudo-radical posturing from those sugary teats.
I think it’s why over the years I’ve had so many odd conversations with people, especially women, of a progressive leaning. They’ve often assumed I’m one of them and am playing the same game. With comical results, at least in hindsight.
But if you’re not particularly interested in whether your views are perceived as high-status – if that’s not a priority – then you may well have opinions that differ from – or that are entirely at odds with – those that are perceived as high-status.
If I had a fiver for every conversation of this kind, with utterly different and incompatible reasons for having the discussion, I could insulate a loft with the proceeds.
Band name?
Heh.
[ Does innocent face. ]
If anyone’s getting aroused by this thread, I’m upping the price of the drinks.
There was a Portland band that called themselves Sugar Tits. Until they got the memo telling them not to do that, so they changed their name to Sugar Tease. They still sucked either way. I know this because a hipster I used to know…kinda still do…went to Portland a lot because Portland kept it weird.
[ Starts first draft of Big Book of Band Names. ]
Riches await.
Since you ask, I’ve just done a comment search and there are 533 possible entries.
You could probably double or triple that by mining Dave Barry’s oeuvre.
Hey, some of these aren’t bad.
No, wait. I have more.
[ Falls down comment-search rabbit hole. ]
Antaphrodisiac.
That’s a tool I find myself wanting at least once a month.
Seems low.
[ Strokes Search Comments box. ]
Mommy! David’s tormenting me again!
Lesbian oyster code.
I remember that post! I think you did a reheated with it too.
The ones you listed are pretty funny, and some of the band names over the years also came with album and song title suggestions.
You could do an ebook – maybe list the best band names, pick a few to extend the humor with album and song titles, maybe some cover art (lord knows there’s enough imagery here for that – how much can be used…good question. Maybe use ai prompted by reality, as posted here.)
Blacks being racists. Again.
I’d return the favor and boycott black businesses, but that’s impossible because I don’t use illegal drugs, don’t buy stolen goods, and don’t listen to rap “music”.
If the oyster is in the left vs right breast pocket of the lesbian’s flannel shirt….
Well, I’m going to say any restaurant that gets a pick-up order without pre-payment is asking for shenanigans regardless of motive. I’m not at all excusing these a**holes but even pizza deliveries are pre-paid and have been for years.
In the name of all that’s holy … rope – lamp post – some assembly required and start doing it now and driving the rest out of the country.
Aside from raghead, which is a bit specific, I was wondering…for no particular reason…what epithet muslims find most offensive. So I asked SuperGrok:
Those people couldn’t summon up a better weapon than what, a tennis racket? I just…never, ever give up your guns. I knew better but I was hoping the one guy was pointing a gun at the shitbag and planning to shoot him but judging from the comments, apparently he was just pointing with his finger?
That’s even more puzzling. I can see how one would formulate an opinion, then read friendly sources that provide supporting facts (or appear to), thus arming oneself with a tad more depth about the subject.
But to not do it at all?
To have zero curiosity?
Who lives like that? What do they think about all day?
Dibs
One commenter notices:
And so we have a social media trend for recording yourself committing a spiteful, recreationally racist crime – in this case, presumably theft or criminal mischief – and then uploading the recording publicly, for likes, for the approval of other recreationally racist people, where it can be used as evidence.
It suggests, among other things, a lack of foresight.
Presumably, they spend a lot of time checking that their opinions are in step with prevailing fashion. It sounds exhausting.
Again, it’s the adopting of a look-at-me position with little or no supporting structure. And then getting visibly irritated or downright pissy when that lack of supporting structure is revealed. Because of a conversation they insisted on having.
I mean, hey, if you don’t want to do the work, then don’t assume the posture. I don’t think everyone needs to do months of homework on every conceivable issue. There’s plenty of other stuff to do. But to fish for piety points with such a weak hand is odd. It’s a feeble bluff.
I had a similar experience when someone felt a need to turn the conversation to an incongruous wholesale affirmation of transgenderism. My failure to join in – i.e., my sitting quietly – drew attention. And much the same dynamic played out. More unearned annoyance. More face-pulling.
By knowing things, I was spoiling their game. In which, they’d rather go on being factually wrong, and morally absurd, while retaining their social status as bearers of Approved Opinion.
And in tolerating dissonance news.
I should add, not a one-off.
I think we’ll give that one a post of its own.
Comments that-a-way.
I wouldn’t say “asking for it”: It depends on the neighborhood, culture, etc. Not requiring prepayment worked for generations, prior to the importation of feral foreign cultures and the spread of feral black culture beyond small ghetto enclaves. The restaurants I order carryout from do not require prepayment for phoned-in orders, although they do also have online order portals. I do, however, suspect that this will change within the next 20 years as the fraction of blacks and foreigners increases.
My liberal pseudo-friends are still angrily insisting “they’re just like us!”
It helps a great deal to find reliable sources who can be depended upon to do that research. Slowly discovering that one could not trust the mainstream news apparat was a terribly upsetting experience: “How can I find out what is true? I cannot do basic research on everything of interest and importance.”
Same here. The local Chinese takeaway – a small, family business – has been trusting its customers for decades. I’ve come to appreciate that.
I suppose that partly explains the prickliness mentioned upthread. The reluctance to concede that the opinions being absorbed and regurgitated are not merely slanted and misleading but often wildly untrue. To the point of being perverse.
A lot follows from that.
That reminds me: The first couple times I ordered from a new Chinese takeaway, they asked me to sign the credit card receipt. But not in subsequent visits, once they had established that I was trustworthy.
The world runs more smoothly, and is just so much nicer, without verminous little shits in it.
2 is much more likely than 20. The adoption of feral mores is swift these days.
Which makes the wholesale importation – when there is more than a sufficiency to hand – even more perverse.
A sub shop that is an icon/mecca of my hometown has an on-line order website. I used it as we were heading out of town and wanted to pick up and go the next morning. Apparently …they now expect you to tip when paying up front as well. Certain things transpired the next morning and…well…they lost a customer of 50 years. Put the five dollar cash tip for my $15 pickup order back in my pocket…so there’s that.
Which is why the left demands that criminals go unpunished and hostile foreigners be let in.
Very possible but I was being conservative in my estimate, given that things have remained pretty good so far. “Somewhere between 2 and 20” seems certain, absent a sea change in culture and politics.
Pizza and trustworthiness. One of the riddles of ancient greek culture was that they achieved increased productivity over time. How? Other cultures were rather stuck at that time. Turns out they developed a system of certified merchants/traders. For people importing and exporting a lot, as they were, this system reduced friction and overhead and made trade more efficient and thus more profitable.
We see today that untrustworthy people make life more difficult for everyone. Well, I say “we see” when only those who do not refuse to see can see it.
#Equity requires that we not see this.
See also this feat of obliviousness-cum-perversity.
And the entire progressive retail experience series, currently at some 732 entries.
Seemed apposite.
Perhaps. But much of the top quintile celebrates and promotes that bottom quintile, hoping to be eaten last. But most damning are the middle sections who also desire to be eaten last , thus keep their heads down, or even worse than that, join in the resistance against their fellow middle members who object to the situation or try to change it.
Wasn’t there a scene in “Jaws” where the sharkhunters pass the time with a game of dominos, only to find themselves at the mercy of the bottom Quint tile?
[ Fetches horse crop, bag of salt. ]