Reheated (132)
Because some things bear repeating, some items from the archives:
The Clown Quarter Now Has An Engineering Division.
Rigidity and stiffness, and other sins.
Dr Riley goes on to denounce engineering’s “cultures of whiteness and masculinity,” and informs us that, “scientific knowledge itself is gendered, raced, and colonising.”
Says she, “This is about doing away with the concept [of rigour] altogether so we can welcome other ways of knowing. Other ways of being. It is about criticality and reflexivity.”
Yes, the design and construction of fighter jets, oil rigs and 1000-tonne tunnelling machines will one day be informed not by careful calculation, a knowledge of materials and thoroughly tested principles, but by criticality, reflexivity and “other ways of being.”
Dr Riley is the author of the little-read tome Engineering and Social Justice, which she describes as “an attempt to explain the lack of emphasis on social justice in engineering.”
The term “social justice” is, we’re told, “difficult to define” and “resists a concise and permanent definition,” a problem illustrated by the author’s own struggle to arrive at a convincing definition, despite deploying the term on every other page.
But apparently, engineers need to spend less time doing load-bearing calculations and more time pondering “radical protest” and “Marxist traditions.”
Needless to say, Dr Riley opens the book by congratulating herself for having devised “alternative ways of thinking” that are “challenging,” and which, for those less enlightened, may be “difficult to understand.”
As Dr Riley complains that expectations of rigour generate both inequality and “white male heterosexual privilege,” presumably she would rather we erased distinctions more broadly, between ability and mediocrity, and between diligence and half-arsedness. Though her own so-called scholarship, and indeed her employment, suggest that these wishes may already be coming true.
Creeping on schoolgirls deemed a right, a basis for applause.
Readers are invited to ponder the psychology in play at this terribly progressive school. The triumphal righteousness of compelling thirteen-year-old schoolgirls to undress in front of a mentally ill male or opportunist pervert. A mentally ill male or opportunist pervert that the schoolgirls do not trust. Resulting in the girls feeling frightened and upset.
Imagine that tingle of power. All wrapped in a drag of modish piety.
And – as so often – note just how readily the school administrators, these uniformly progressive women, will sell out their supposed sisters. The daughters of their neighbours. In order to look fashionable and therefore high-status…
In light of which, it’s difficult to see any plausible common ground. When activist attendees would rather jeer and preen, and call concerned parents bigots and racists, rather than address their actual concerns, it’s not obvious what room for compromise, or debate, there could be. Ultimately, either mentally ill boys and opportunist creeps can pretend to be girls and invade schoolgirls’ changing rooms, or they can’t.
Answers on a postcard, please.
A Mere Sliver Of His Brilliance.
I bring thee art. No, don’t thank me.
In the all-too-brief video below, filmed at Boston’s Proof Gallery in September 2011, Mr Fryer performs a thrilling and ambitious piece titled Wall Melody, in which he “explores” the theme of commitment by holding down one note on a child’s musical toy, while accompanied by an unspecified power tool, operated elsewhere by persons unknown, for reasons unclear.
Editor of leftist publication encounters tradesman.
And note that the plumber’s reticence on political matters – i.e., his professionalism and good manners – is viewed by Resnikoff as suspect.
Not one of us.
This, lest we forget, is the kind of effete meltdown that Mr Resnikoff felt important to share publicly with his peers, in order to establish his ‘progressive’ credentials.
If I may paraphrase the dynamic: “I feared that, despite his civility and professionalism, this broad-shouldered prole might at any moment sense my disdain for his kind, rise up in a rage, and then strangle me with his big, unmoisturised hands.”
Yes, I exaggerate, though not by much.
For those craving more, this is a pretty good place to start.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.





Not unlike feeling it necessary to explain the lack of giraffes on the Moon.
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Trans activist lawyer hallucinates.
This seems extremely relevant to the whole “trans rights” issue.
No. It’s about being wrong and useless.
Do you ever get the impression that we are ruled by sociopaths?
And there are plenty of ways to be wrong already. It’s not like we need to go out of our way to devise and cultivate more of them.
Perhaps the whole thing was floating an idea for Wrenching Desires, first of the Tradesman Series™ romance novels, and you may have provided the opening sentence.
Well, it does rather lend itself to the genre.
We are also, in a sense, ruled by antisocial morons.
(I am not averse to denying emergency services to those who abuse them.)
Change “useless” to “destructive”.
In that post:
That link needs to be updated to this, due to a reworking of the Campus Reform website.
A large number of intellectuals seem be oddly bothered–obsessed–by such things.
Politics is downstream from personality–often from DSM-5
Still rather tickled by the idea of an erotic sub-genre in which manicured progressives encounter burly proletarians who make them perspire and feel all funny. Oven repairs. Carpet cleaning. Rewiring jobs.
Pretty much anything involving tools.
Thanks, matey. Link updated.
I’m sure there are numerous words and expressions in the trades which could be easily adapted to such a genre.
Whirlpool of Desire: washer/dryer repair
The Colors of Temptation: house painter
Stained Passion: carpet cleaner
There’s gold in them thar hills.
The opposite of justice.
Prefixing “social” to anything negates it. Social Security is insecure, social sciences are unscientific, etc.
Random flashback.
Ah, simpler times.
They said the brown acid was bad.
Deep Shag.
Also, band name.
I should get double points or something.
Inside the Democratic Socialists of America
True not just of book reviews but also movie reviews.
The professional reviewers are nearly all useless, lying shills.
Professors? That should be professors and administrators.
Maybe taking that into account should have resulted in a longer sentence?
Truth.
Or we can restore equality to its rightful place as a charitable lie and not make it a suicidal moral priority over having nice things, like a civilization.
Academic pseudo-intellectual jargon. Rigor does not reproduce inquality, it reveals it.
Rigor …
I’m going to start a payroll processing service for these educator folks. We may be a little unrigorous about things like counting hours, tax witholdings, employment status, timely payments, bank account numbers, and other such racist stuff. But no worries, we will still be the most expensive service available, even after government subsidies.
Sheesh, David! There are no giraffes on the moon because of Trump. Or maybe Aristotle. I dunno.
Twits like this want to eliminate white people and rigor and being on time and precision, and yet expect their iPhone to work, water to come out of the faucet when they turn the handle, lights to come on, etc etc. Making stuff work (and making stuff) is hard. Do you really want to get on a plane made by lazy bozos? No thanks. Boeing tried cutting corners and people died. Lots of people (2 plane loads IIRC).
Ironically, engineering programs are full of brown people from India and China etc because all that matters is if you can do the work. They are NOT full of black people for some mysterious reason.
Merit is the ideal but IRL too often bosses favor their friends, academics disfavor conservatives and favor women, etc in spite of merit. Adding more grift to the system is not ideal.
Simon Webb has noted that more than once.
The alternatives to merit are nepotism, tribalism, and other destructive systems.
But those systems are strongly favored by people of no ability.
There is a quote I have been unable to track down: A Nazi in 1930’s Germany tells someone, “you favor meritocracy because you have abilities. But I favor fascism because it provides a place for men of no qualities, which is what I am.” (That is a very rough paraphrase, recalled through the fog of years.)
Seem to recall at least one plane load was airlines/pilots not bothering to read warnings & updates.
I recall something similar related by Theodore Dalrymple, but it happened in Prague or Budapest. A scene from a novel? A memoir perhaps?