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Because some things bear repeating, some items from the archives:
It’s A Laugh-A-Minute Lifestyle.
In which we ponder polyamory and supposedly “non-hierarchical” relationships.
And we mustn’t forget the tale, via New York magazine, of the Brooklynite comedian and podcaster named Billy, his girlfriend Megan, and his girlfriend Megan’s other boyfriend Kyle. An exhaustingly self-consciousness three-way entanglement resulting in a series of grimly farcical situations that were framed, rather coyly, as “relationship difficulties.”
The above, I should add, was one of several attempts by New York magazine to portray unfaithfulness and cuckoldry, and the consequent anxieties, as the very zenith of a progressive lifestyle.
As when a betrayed husband, Michael Sonmore, boasted, unconvincingly, that he “finally became a feminist” thanks to his wife’s nocturnal sexual adventures with a chap named Paulo. A wife who was “embracing herself” and becoming empowered, we were told, while her children, aged six and three, wondered where their Mommy was.
Gardening is all about the “crisis in white identity,” says sociology lecturer.
Given the Guardian’s intense gravitational pull on certain kinds of stupid, it was perhaps inevitable that Dr Pitcher would find a welcome there. Now it turns out that squirrels are yet another proxy for “our” unspoken racial sentiment.
Our esteemed intellectual, who divines hidden racism by means of his third eye, is hurt by the avalanche of mockery aimed at his earlier pronouncements, claiming his words have been misconstrued, while also claiming that same derision proves him right, and while repeating the very claims that resulted in laughter.
He does, however, concede that “the uprooting of… Japanese knotweed is… not necessarily motivated by racist intent.”
Wherever Possible, Avoid Mad People.
Science fiction events, Mexican snacks, and the algebra of umbrage.
Once some mental association has been discovered or contrived, everyone must act as if the innocuous object or action were in reality malicious and/or wounding, whatever the actual intention and regardless of how absurd and/or dishonest the claim of grievance is. Because whatever bizarre association of things is in the accuser’s head is assumed to be in everyone else’s head too.
Dr Golz and her peers are in effect saying to students, “You should want to be the guy who bitches about the rather unobvious racist subtext of party snacks. And if you do choose to behave that way, we’ll reward you and flatter you and make you feel important, while making other people jump through clown hoops to appease the feelings you pretend to have.”
And the more implausible and contrived the claim of victimhood is, the more status points accrue, on account of the complainant’s heightened sensitivity and supposed mental prowess. One has fathomed an injustice mere mortals cannot see. And bewildered onlookers are expected to pretend that this is a high and noble function of an academic institution.
For those craving more, this is a pretty good place to start.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
This rickety barge is kept afloat by the tip jar buttons below. Just sayin’.
Hey, we have the words chuff and chuffing. We should get, like, triple points for that.
One can, for instance, be chuffed, as in gratified, delighted. “My daughter won first prize. I was dead chuffed.” This is not to be confused with the noun chuff, which can mean anything from a disagreeable person – though it’s often used sarcastically or affectionately – to cannabis, or a downstairs orifice or either type.
“I can’t pull away from him – he’s right up my chuff,” as Jeremy Clarkson once said, excitedly.
I am curious about how accurate that is.
The from Wayne, very, the bit from “Alicia”, not at all, she just doesn’t like men, it seems. (See pinned tweet if the link doesn’t work as advertised)
See, umpteen, seemingly unrelated meanings. It’s a glorious thing.
Also, umpteen.
Yes, she’s nuts.
But what I was curious about was this claim quoted in my original comment:
I have no experience with that, perhaps because I have been avoiding close personal involvement with lefties for some time now.
What the fuck is this? A politician admitting they were wrong?
Pol admitting they were wrong: perhaps only Fetterman, who cares so little for social approval that he wears shorts and a sweatshirt to the Senate, can do this.
An interesting historical note: the US army in WWII (not eleven) had great generals who would admit they were wrong. After the first naval engagement in the Pacific, the admiral handed out a list of the 10 mistakes he made in that battle and told his officers–“let’s not make these mistakes again”.
Ah, just so. Anecdotally (I won’t go into details), yes. The difficulty is that one may not know upon first meeting that the party of the second part is a leftist loon.
As an aside WTAF is “emotional intelligence” anyway, and why are those decrying others who allegedly lack it on Xanax™ or other psychotropics?
[ Muffled chuckling. ]
[ Schedules Ephemera. ]
This. This asshat and everyone who continues to support him should be shamed for the rest of their lives. Probably the greatest crime in so-called free society. Yet most will go on as if nothing ever happened. Because nothing ever happens. You can bet on it.
I understand it’s the depth of the clucking sound between the ‘c’ and the ‘h’ that you natives use to differentiate the meaning. There’s a diacritic used in official communications but it’s classified for HMEO.
I had that BS shoved at me as one of the diversity training exercises at work 20+ years ago. We were presented with several still photos of people’s faces and asked what emotion they were exhibiting. Like it would be perfectly normal IRL to encounter just a snapshot moment of a coworker’s emotional state and establish your determination of how to deal with them based entirely on that. It was such incredibly ridiculous BS but apparently I was the only one bothered by it. If anyone else saw it as abnormal (a few did quietly agree with me), they certainly didn’t express it themselves. Just quietly go along with the bullshit. It will disappear on its own.
Meme added for addressing the fundamental reason these things persist.
Fetterman, the last honest Democrat in D.C. … if not the country.
Dollars to doughnuts they’ll primary him hard.
For when you haven’t enough of the real article.
Thanks. The plural of anecdote is data. 😉
As I recall, “emotional intelligence” was a desperate ploy to cope with low black IQ’s.
Anger, prostate exam, or kidney stone, always a fine line.
OTOH, with nigh all contemporary actors and actresses, sans dialogue, and half the time with, it is always crap shoot.
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In terms of its implications, “emotional intelligence” strikes me as a vaguely pernicious – and, dare I say it, feminised – idea. It smells of HR departments.
I mean, yes, it can be helpful to have some understanding of how other people may feel about a thing, how one’s own behaviour may be perceived, etc. To say nothing of one’s own emotional motivations. And yes, there can be some advantage to tip-toeing around other people’s feelings. In some situations.
But the foregrounding of social skills, consensus, empathy and resolving conflict is, it seems to me, rather question-begging. What if the sensitivities – around which one is expected to tip-toe and to which one is expected to defer – are irrelevant or misplaced, or perverse?
What if the inoffensive course of action is the wrong one?
[ Returns from hairdresser’s. ]
Wow – back when movie spectacles created magic from real things and real people. Watching that clip the first thing I thought was nowadays most of that would be CGI. And yet fake costs so much more to make it seems.
And apropos of nothing, the mystery large, round, wrapped British confection was actually Scottish, as it turns out. Tunnocks Tea Cakes, apparently recently banned from RAF jets due to exploding (at high altitudes?) and messing up the controls. Later reinstated.
Oh and chocolate cake bars -> brownies! I should have realized. DOH.
It’s a great scene. Both in terms of spectacle and logistics, and the cunning it conveys.
And dangerous BS, at that. Remember the mobs of people who wanted this kid dead because he was trying to present himself as calm and pleasant in the face of a profession agitator looking for a reaction?
Emotional intelligence: it is not just feminine. Consider the now-banned diagnosis Asbergers syndrome. Often high intelligence but a very low ability to read people. I would say Musk has it. Many programmers and engineers have it. It is not empathy.
Attention, Londoners. The new Diversity Barriers have arrived.
All is well.
Excellent example.
But it’s a pity our society would not applaud that kid kicking the provocateur in the nuts.
IIRC, it almost bankrupted the studio.
Are you their next roomie?
To protect the mobs during the next riot?
Grok, is it possible that Aborigines are poor because of their fucked up culture?
[ Verifies that all locks work. Inventories weapons. ]
Reminder: If you need these things, you have already made a terrible mistake.
Yes. Some thoughts on that, and general guy/girl perceptions. Engineers and such* come across as a bit insensitive in these regards because we were “learned” that allowing our emotions to be easily irritated is bad. In the modern environment where we have been (falsely) told men and women are the same and should all be treated equally, we objectively just figure sauce for the goose, sauce for the gander. It’s not spiteful. It just is because that is how we are told it is. Women will often make observations about guys like Musk being obtuse in these emotional regards and most of us men will not really understand what the problem is because whatever the guy’s obtuseness is, it isn’t bothering us. Meanwhile other men use this to take advantage with women.
Another slightly different but kinda the same thing…Some of us guys, especially the more technical but not exactly aspburgers or whatever the hip psyche reference is today, we aren’t big on sharing information. We sometimes, some of us….sometimes…get a bit uncomfortable talking about ourselves. I when I was younger remember hearing a girl talk about a guy she went on a date with who “only talked about himself”. It was a bit strange to me because that didn’t seem like him. Then I was on a date with a similar kind of girl who was constantly asking me questions about myself, which made me a bit uncomfortable. I didn’t realize it at the time but years later I figured…oh. I talked about myself because I was being peppered with questions. I didn’t really want to talk about me me me me me. I would have been much more comfortable talking about music or movies or even (God help me) books. Because back then, talking about sports with a girl…well…I didn’t ask her questions about herself because, since such a thing would make me uncomfortable, I just assumed, unthinkingly, instinctively, it would be rude and uncomfortable for her as well. I was also driving at the time…which…in most cases…whatever.
*Funny how easy it is for women to overlook these faults in doctors.
Looks like that genocide missed a few.
What is appropriate retribution for France facilitating the migrant invasion of the UK?
“What do you want to do, make a monkey out of me?”
D. All of the above
No one expects the Sunderland Inquisition.
4.Mandatory showers and underarm deodorant. Every day. Whether they need it or not.
E. Force the survivors to drink only Diet Coke.
5. Change their underwear every day. And launder it, too.
What Jack Aubrey had to say about French cleanliness in The Letter of Marque:
“As dirty as a French comb”.
We should create genetically engineered cat girls, just so we can send armies of them to whip the perfidious French.
In memory of Herbie Robinson, baseball player and boatswain’s mate. July 30, 1945. Just noticed the date is wrong. Per Grok:
Positive reinforcement.
Dunning-Kruger:
That’s a devastating reflection not only on Jasmine Crockett, but also on the Texas congressional district residents who voted for this sub-moron.
Now do ‘nick’.
It does vary because some couples you meet, you do think, ‘yeah, you should go to therapy’.
In some couples it does seem that the ‘go to therapy’ ask is a power move, an attempt to control or cling on to something.
In some of my Dads groups there are one or two vocal, even evangelistic supporters for Therapy All The Time.
But in general it’s an odd modern approach- and is it particularly American? In Woody Allen’s New York, doesn’t everybody and their dog have their own personal therapist?
He nicked the bike that was in good nick but was nicked by the rozzers and taken to the nick.
That was my first reaction: “Is this a liberal thing? Or a New York liberal thing?”