But Don’t Call Her Neurotic
Lifted from the comments, a tale of what can happen when love, or professed love, collides with designer agonising:
Point of view: you just found out one of your favorite people in the whole world stopped masking and now you feel unsafe.
Also, that person lives across the country pic.twitter.com/teIMYiPBUj
— Dr. Jebra Faushay (@JebraFaushay) March 12, 2024
For those who missed it:
And so,
As you can imagine, there was some speculation as to whether the outpouring above is a well-executed parody, a feat of satire.
Well. It turns out that no, it’s not.
Update, via the comments:
“It’s your choice to make,” says madam. As if the odd behaviour were somehow not her own. As if the party choosing to end the relationship – a relationship with “the person that I love most in the world” – with a weird ultimatum – were not her.
WTP adds,
It is, I think, a signature of our times. Like many others, I watched the video twice and still wasn’t sure. Though in our defence, I don’t think there’s much reality in the reality, if you see what I mean.
“They live on the other coast, but that’s not the point.”
Good lord, we need to build so many more insane asylums.
“It’s your choice to make,” says she. As if the odd behaviour were somehow not her own. As if the party choosing to end the relationship – a relationship with “the person that I love most in the world” – with a weird ultimatum – were not her.
Where specifically are these places? She’s rather vague. Granted I’m in red country but I do not see many videos even from blue zones where the majority of people are masked up. Except maybe instances where most are engaged in criminal behavior. It’s hard to tell parody from reality. Lost track of what law that one is.
But even in the parody department…there’s a certain amount of attention seeking narcissism in some of these parodies as well. Why would you want your face associated with something that can so easily be misconstrued as bloody stupid?
A signature of our times. As I said in the previous thread, I watched the thing twice and still wasn’t sure.
Same here. A big tell for me is when specifics seem unnecessarily vague. Like “coastal” references instead of “New York” or “California”. She does have a blue checkmark (though I’m still not convinced that means much more than 8 bucks a month) and it does say she’s in California. Her posts are all far-lefty. Maybe it’s real? I still stand by my thoughts on some of the people producing some of these parodies though.
Added:
Yep.
Though, in our defence, I don’t think there’s much reality in the reality, if you see what I mean.
On a more general note, it occurs to me that filming yourself in the bathroom mirror, or in bed, or in the car, while saying earnestly demented things, and generally living as if you were some kind of reality TV star, forever on camera – for the benefit of strangers on the internet – is a little odd.
It doesn’t strike me as healthy.
I mean, it makes blogging look positively respectable.
Missed that part. Oh, f*** it. It’s 3AM, not my best thinking hours. Though TBF to myself I often surprise myself by being right when I’m totally wrong in the moment. It’s like a worthless superpower. Or the other way around.
is today’s word ‘abuser’?
one of the biggest issues with women’s “emancipation” has been to allow them off their homes and let them have an influence on the outside world, corporates, governance etc….without telling them that rules in these spaces are different. We just assumed they were poor disadvantaged beings being held back by the patriarchy, and would cheerfully slot into that outside world with no change in mindset and attitudes.
One of those rules being that outside the home, and when childcare isn’t your sole job, being “safe” isn’t a primary objective. You can’t force the masculine external society to change it’s workings just to avoid you from “feeling” unsafe, without severe repercussions.
But here we are.
Another AWFUL. *shocked face*
Hmmm. Still unconvinced.
This deranged loon has gone onto a public platform to berate “the person she most loves in the world” for endangering her safety by not forcing their four small children to wear bags over their heads whenever they leave their bedroom on the other side of the continent.
So why isn’t she wearing a bag over her head? Two bags over her head? One for her and one for the unbagged people? ALL THE TIME. Just in case.
By brazenly showing her face to the world she’s encouraging life-threatening non-bag-wearing behaviour.
Mind you, I did have an amusing thought. Have you seen the state of her hair? Here’s what I think might have happened – she first made the video wearing a bag over her head then watched it and realised that she came across as a mental patient. Or a Ku Klux Klanner. So she deleted it, took the bag off, and made this “sane” video.
Hence the hair derangement.
I may be over-thinking this.
[ Writes down hair derangement. ]
California police officer attacked, retreats, then shoots boy rushing at him with bladed gardening tool. The Guardian says boy was merely “holding” the tool.
Doubtless he was holding it for a friend.
One of my favorite Black Lives Matter martyrs: shot as he was rushing with a large knife at the officer who retreated before shooting him. Ricard Minoz: A victim of racism because blacks should be allowed to stab whoever they want.
It reminded me of this self-admiring farce:
Oh, there’s more.
Regarding whom, more here.
Black woman training her daughter to be a societal burden
“Yeah, knock it down. Tear it up. Yeah, and step on it…Yeah, knock all that down. Good girl. Very good… (Laughs) Tear it up again.”
It’s shocking, how often one sees videos, even police bodycams, of extremely young black children behaving like vicious animals.
“Preening degenerates” is a perfect description of BLM supporters–and the left in general.
Well, whether viewed in terms of the psychology of those involved, or in terms of a society’s congeniality and prospects, it’s utterly perverse. Indeed, pathological.
As I said in the post,
But apparently, we should not defend ourselves against habitual predation and malevolence, even if our lives may be in peril.
“Ah yes,” he said, “that’s to do with the day I finally realized that the world had gone totally mad and built the Asylum to put it in, poor thing, and hoped it would get better.”
In comparison.
Yeah, I could hear the ice cracking underfoot.
The Guardian says boy was merely “holding” the tool.
He was just forging his spirit in the traditions of his shogun ancestors.
his shogun ancestors.
Mr Spivey tries a little too hard, maybe?
Both he and the copy editor need to go back to grammar school to learn to write in any case.
“According to multiple sources, one of the early real-life Shoguns, Sakanoue no Tamuramaro (758–811), was Black, though denied by others.”
The writer conveniently fails to tell us who those “multiple sources” are. I’ll go out on a limb and say that they are the usual crackpot black race theorists. Even Wikipedia says nothing about him being black or possibly black.
here’s a certain amount of attention seeking narcissism in some of these parodies
one of the biggest issues with women’s “emancipation” has been to allow them off their homes
Sooner or later…
Again, it’s not mental illness. It’s just a woman engaging in typical high school mean girls behaviour. She’s jockeying for position in the herd through attention seeking and social shaming.
Look: in 1979 my parents moved us from the starter home to the proper family home. My mother promptly put up a T-bar clothesline in the back yard. Note this was invisible from anywhere but the three or four neighbouring back yards.
Within a week, the empty nester matron who lived across the street informed my mother that the neighbourhood “had agreed” that such clotheslines were not to be installed because they “were unsightly”. Sure enough, everyone else on the block had those weird inverted standalone umbrella clotheslines that don’t actually work.
My mother told her to go pound sand and that was the end of that. Within a year there were multiple T-bar clotheslines installed up and down the street.
It’s not neurosis. It’s not mental illness. And it’s not autism. It’s just women being women.
I had to look that up. Instant recognition. Back in the 60’s my parents had one that was so wide (8-10 feet) that it was not a T-bar but had a post at each end. On laundry day us kids had the job of running the clothesline back and forth between the house and the “T-bar” and helping to clothespin the wet laundry. Nobody in our neighborhood would have been so insane as to object to such a clothesline.
a tale of what can happen when love, or professed love, collides with designer agonising:
After much mocking in the comments, she doubled down in a follow-up video which I’m having trouble finding.
Our host included a link in the post, just before the update.
Ah, it’s official. Liberal white bitches be crazy!
Our host included a link in the post, just before the update.
Thanks. I missed that.
[ Wipes tart residue from chin. ]
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Wait, what? Why is she on the other side of the US from her kids?
Re: masking in general, when I occasionally see some (usually elderly) person who still insists on wearing one in public, I can’t help feeling sorry for these poor sods who have been traumatized by the covid hysteria. At what point will, if ever, will they get back to normal?
But don’t forget that there are some people out there with special vulnerabilities: For instance, a neighbor is a transplant recipient with a compromised immune system. On the other hand, another neighbor is just paranoid.
Don’t be silly – it’s just their bedroom that’s on the other side.
Interestingly, that’s exactly what my mom used for years (and I started helping her when I was big enough to hand her clothespins) at our ‘starter house’ they bought in 1954 and we moved in 1968. Worked quite well for us. We finally got a gas dryer at the new house so no more clotheslines.
Well, exactly. Like I said. Narcissism.
My mother had one that Dad put up between the house and a telephone pool at the corner of our yard and the girl I was hung up on as a teenager. She would use it for drying whites, which back then meant underwear as well. I made very sure that the citrus trees, etc. were well fertilized such that the girl would not/could not ever see this and than all such garments were not on display when her brother came over. We were very good friends. She’s a Middlebury grad and sent two of her children there. One graduates from there soon. We have been wintering for 2 1/2 months just a couple miles from where she lives. I have zero desire to say hello. Being a teenager is stupid. Being an adult even more so.
Haiti is what happens when you actually defund the police and, as Lennon said, “imagine there’s no country”. Leftist twits always have causation backwards. They think if cops didn’t arrest criminals then there would be no criminals, as if it were the arresting act that made the crime. Tell that to the murder victim lying in the street.
I mostly feel sorry for the Babylon Bee.
Now they can’t do this.
Whether it’s satire or not, it doesn’t matter. It perfectly captures the mental gymnastics of complete moral inversion.
This woman knows that personal agency is something that your average person knows, recognizes, and respects. Personal agency works – it is the most effective way to solve a problem.
So, this sociopath (or satirist) takes the language of an appeal to personal agency and inverts it, in order to sound like they’re advocating of something rational and effective. When, upon closer examination, her language is pure sociopathy. Perfectly executed.
It’s really quite marvelous to see the comprehensive nature of their mendacity at work.