She Has Queer Temporality
And is therefore much more special than you:
That’s it, I’m joining Westboro pic.twitter.com/3CFGnrKDyJ
— Katie Herzog (@kittypurrzog) June 5, 2024
In this hour-long podcast, Hannah McElhinney, above, and her equally self-preoccupied associate Rudy Jean Rigg – “teacher and creative” – can be heard blathering at length – and sometimes seemingly at random – about “queer temporality” and “how LGBTQ+ people experience time differently to straight and/or cisgender people.”
Though conscience compels me to warn you, it’s an hour you won’t get back. Indeed, the sheer arse-chafing tedium of it is difficult to put into words.
Among the deep wisdom on offer, this:
This is the rhetorical pattern for much of what follows. There’s no shortage of self-reference, and paying attention to one’s queerness, and much airing of niche woes – the endless agonies of being a “creator,” a “creative,” and an “influencer.” And of course the terrible burden of being so much more complicated and interesting than all those other people. The ones who experience time in a humdrum, heteronormative way.
The whole thing – which I endured, heroically – calls to mind some kind of therapy session for the terminally tedious and inadequate.
Is that the chronological experience of heteronormativity through time?
Yeah. It’s like time is heteronormative.
Yeah, well, yeah, well, yeah.
This can all be reduced back to quantum physics.
Yes, and the Patriarchy.
Yeah.
So. Much to chew on.
Or choke on, should you happen to be a physicist.
When not experiencing time differently – and showering the credulous with tales to “validate” and “inspire” – Ms McElhinney and her fellow Bringers Of Arcane Knowledge feel a need to,
So, clearly, the rumblings on offer are entirely free of conformity or modish pretension of any kind.
Via Katie Herzog.
The subject of pretentious timekeeping has cropped up here before.
What the f*ck am I listening to?
No refunds. Credit note only.
Were you not enlightened, indeed staggered, by the concept of “heteronormative spacetime”?
“Science”
Oh no – the dreaded “acknowledgement of traditional owners”, so she’s one of ours. I apologise to physics on behalf of other Australians.
It’s idiots like this that keep other idiots employed as inner-city Greens councilors and senators. If she’s not in Adam Bandt’s electorate I’ll go he/him.
Back to the traditional ooga-booga nonsense, acknowledgements – always was, always will be (soon: from the river to the sea), welcome to country ceremonies, and other made-up horseshit has infested every corner of civil life in the last ten years.
Hasn’t seemed to make much difference to rates of aboriginal crime, especially domestic violence and child abuse. Not that there’s much penalty anyway because our glorious socialist betters have (quietly, mind – mustn’t inform voters) introduced separate courts for aboriginals where – surprise surprise – penalties are designed to keep perpetrators out of jail.
[ Fetches binoculars, peers at Australia, shakes fist. ]
“Meet the faculty“:
I’m having an early 80s pop-combo flashback.
Never mind band names, I think I’ve got my first set list.
Laughed out loud to that one. That humming sound is horseshoe theory whizzing over their queer little heads.
It’s the combination of meandering blather and grafted-on buzzwords. Like lumps in porridge.
I suppose it’s the curse for people who desperately want to seem more interesting than they actually are, or ever will be, but who are also compelled to refer almost any topic of conversation – even quantum mechanics – back to themselves. People who wish to become complicated and fascinating by having an “identity.”
It’s also a curse for anyone unable to escape their presence, of course.
*writes down ‘arse-chafing tedium’*
It took three mugs of strong coffee to get through the damn thing. Talk about “emotional labour.”
It took three mugs of strong coffee to get through the damn thing. Talk about “emotional labour.”
It would take a lot more for me. After a while the jokes stop writing themselves and it just becomes stultifying to listen to that debris of consciousness. That’s my biggest criticism of many podcasts, when they forget they have an audience and believe their conversation is so terribly interesting.
Podcasts ain’t my thing. The (very) occasional interesting tangent is, for me, a poor trade-off for all the rambling and fast-forwarding. I like economy.
Band name.
If you consider a magpie’s nest of shiny woo and feathers an identity, sure.
And everyone laughed.
Can this queer time machine get me to 50,033 AD and back again? I have a package I’d like to deliver to my descendant.
Meet the faculty
Nothing like starting the day with a fresh BFO, but do scroll down to meet the rest, and Australia, you don’t have to bear the shame alone.
[ Picks up binoculars, glares at Australia again. ]
I have noticed that dysfunctional people can invent all sorts of ways to explain away their dysfunction. “It’s not my fault that I’m always late and can’t keep a job, because [my minority group] experiences time differently.”
There are few things more simultaneously funny and infuriating as arguing physics with an English major. Graduates of “queer studies” and “black studies” and “women’s studies” programs would be among those few.
[ Compiles tomorrow’s Ephemera. Ponders possibility of baked potatoes for tea. ]
She’s wearing platform shoes. It’s not just facts and logic in which she’s coming up a little short.
I’m just going to leave this here, for no reason whatsoever:
Many more examples in the linked post.
Such a system is an inadvertent argument for segregation. First the street criminals, then the leftists.
No need to feel especially ashamed: We have those sorts of cunts in America, too.
Suggested satire: Crocodile Dundee at the University of Melbourne:
“That’s not a bullshit theory. Now this is a bullshit theory.”
Are they trying to sound deep and lit’rary with that Proustian allusion?
Then they should have titled it À la recherche du temps pédé.
At least that’s how Google translates “queer”. 😉
I feel your pain, barkeep. *stuffs quids in tip jar*
Bless you, sir. Should you find yourself on a scenic hillside, tasked with the scattering of ashes, may it not be on a comically windy day.
Go for the baked potatoes. Tea of champions.
[ Sounds of two hefty potatoes being scored with a fork. ]
[ Sounds of potatoes being lovingly smeared with butter and Marmite. ]
If anyone’s getting aroused by this thread, I’m upping the price of the drinks.
OT, other than it is the 6th of June –
Age restricted by youtube.
Probably too many yte men.
In fairness, some episodes of The World at War, an excellent series, do include harrowing imagery.
Mmmm.
Such heathen desecration must not stand!
So harrowing it was OK for broadcast TV in 1973 (unedited a few years later in the US&A), though.
I recall some graphic images and footage that I can’t readily imagine being broadcast today in a mainstream documentary series, at least not without pre-emptive warnings. I mean, they were very much relevant, if vivid and disconcerting, but not to everyone’s taste, and not suitable for children.
Channels can be changed and links clicked through.
Given the same people think this sort of thing is swell for all ages, I think it is back to too many yte men.
The point about inconsistency is well taken.
[ Sounds of spring onions being chopped. ]
Again, given the forced introspection of the sort in the kinds of fiction with which we load up our young people, the failure to foresee something arising along these lines is on us.
Somewhat off-topic, France is a late entrant to the victimisation Olympiad
Bread maker.
Of course, if you miss significant life milestones then you risk becoming a middle aged person with the mind of a teenager, and who respects that or wants to glorify it as alternative chrono lifestyle choice?
For people who have children, the passing years are marked by meaningful developments in their children’s lives – they’re more likely to remember the difference between 2014 and 2015 for example because that was when their youngest child started school or whatever. And people who have children have interests and goals that extend beyond their own biological life.
So yes, the cishet normies do have a different chronology than people who are connected to nothing.
They don’t even need to explain it. We dumb bastards just accept their “version of events”, aka lies, and participate in the psychosis. We do this so such a degree that for years ago we elect one such dysfunctional idiot to the most powerful position in the most powerful country to ever exist on the planet. That’s some huge dysfunction going on there. Historical even. And it’s not all on them. We put up with it because we are afraid of these dysfunctional idiots. Well, most of us anyway. For certain, very weak definitions of ‘us’/’we’.
Separately…anyone having login issues? When I go to comment, all my credentials are there to post and it does not ask me for (????) password, and the comment posts successfully. But if I try to upvote anything I get told that I need to login.
I’m not.
Are you wearing polyester slacks again?
[ Fetches rubber mat. ]
With appreciation for the warning, I have to say it was superfluous – after that example of delirium , I wasn’t going to waste any time exploring the depths of insanity sure to be on display.