It’s Been “Queered,” You See
Time to run a finger along academia’s cutting edge:
Sotomayor’s presentation is titled, Madres Radicales: Queering Art & Motherhood.
Book those tickets now, ladies. Time is short and you’ve so much to learn.
You will, needless to say, be taking instruction from “agents of self-knowledge production” who will fearlessly and heroically “expand traditional narratives about madres / mothering as an action, an embodied experience,” and who will be “expanding the terminology of motherhood as it connects to LGBTQIA+ communities, racial identities, gender expressions, surviving oppressions, straddling socio-economic statuses, citizenship, and cultural memory.”
At which point, readers may wonder whether referring to oneself, rather earnestly, as an “agent of self-knowledge production,” as if self-awareness were an area of expertise, actually suggests something other than self-awareness.
Other temptations include “virtual LGBTQ-affirming yoga,” an exploration of “trauma-informed movement,” conducted via Zoom. And for which participants are reminded to “bring your own mat or towel.”
Yes, it’s a “self-empowering learning environment,” in which the big questions will not be shied from:
It’s no use trying to flee. I’ve locked the doors.
While pondering these questions, and the inevitable “intersections of identities,” attendees will be given a precious opportunity to mingle with Professor Sotomayor, along with Dr Ashleigh Strange – a they-person, pictured here – and numerous, equally dazzling “protest organisers, musicians, poets, and drag performers.”
And obviously, when anyone thinks of motherhood, the first thing that comes to mind is the term drag performers. Which is to say, suggestively gyrating men, wearing tights and corsets, and generally being fierce, while demanding your fealty. Your full-throated affirmation of their gyrating, corset-wearing cause.
This, then, is “the expanding terminology of motherhood as it connects to LGBTQIA+ communities.” And nothing screams motherhood quite like a convulsing bald man in a bodystocking.
Above, the embodiment of motherhood.
You will become “AUTHENTICALLY YOU” – authenticity being a recurring theme of the event – by watching peculiar men hurling themselves about while dressed up as women, something they aren’t.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
I want to go back to the timeline where things make sense.
I’m being traumatized by the screaming baldie.
It’s curious how poking through listings of academic events calls to mind eighteenth-century tourists visiting Bedlam.
Above, more queered motherhood.
As opposed to a disembodied experience? So many words, so little meaning.
I want the timeline where aggressive loonies like this cannot get jobs.
I’m sensing a failure to embrace the breath-taking radicalism on offer.
Were you not tempted by the prospect of mingling with, and being educated by, the terminally pretentious and the psychologically marginal?
Other efforts at “queering” things can be found here, here, and here.
A twat?
Nominative determinism in the wild.
[ Rummages in lost property box. ]
I can loan you a yoga mat.
[ Sound of Julia’s car being driven away at speed. ]
Today’s word is irony, isn’t it?
from the link:
Euphemism for the right to subject everyone else to their mental illness. 24/7.
Kutztown University motto (and no, I am not making this up): “It’s Good To Be Golden”.
Gold being one of their colors, and I guess it is better than “It’s Good To Be Maroon”*, but not exactly what one would call inspiring like Dominus illuminatio mea (Oxford) or Veritatem cognoscetis, et veritas vos liberabit (Tennessee).
There are way too many places like this, at least clown college graduates can get jobs in circuses, not that there appears to be a lot different from the exhibition above, but at least you take kids to and get peanuts at a circus.
*(I believe they tried “It’s Good To Be A Maroon” but the other schools snickering tipped them off)
Well, referring to yourself, quite seriously, as an “agent of self-knowledge production” does rather suggest a failure of the quality supposedly on offer.
The professed area of expertise.
[ Starts compiling Friday’s Ephemera, ponders lunch options. ]
Back in 1983, just post KAL 007, I listened for an hour to two apparatchiks tell us how wonderful and free the publishing world was in the Soviet Union. These queer “scholars” make the commie propagandists seem like real intellectuals.
I’m trying to imagine just how credulous, pretentious, or broken you’d have to be to find such things affirming or in some way representative. A thing you’d want to identify with.
Except as a narcissistic grifter, I mean.
It didn’t dissuade the “Hotty-Toddy” people. Yes, it’s not the official motto, but…
Madres are what happen when you don’t have an abortion…
Well, by their thinking they were right. No one in this country back then would publish their nonsense. Hence they weren’t “free”. It’s a frame of reference thing. A stupid frame of reference yet here we are.
The most profoundly awful person I’ve ever known personally was a graduate of Kutztown University.
Drag is the opposite of authenticity. And it’s really, really boring.
OT, haven’t been here for a while. Intrigued as to why we are no longer being entreated to use coasters. Are the barbarians at the gates?
Yes, it’s odd how playing dress-up and miming to pop records – hackneyed campery – is construed as the very embodiment of radicalism and, bizarrely, being authentic. It’s like visiting some twisted mirror universe. With 1980s fashion.
And yes, it’s gotten very boring indeed. At some point, surely, it has to fall out of fashion, even among woke pinheads.
And the fact that, for the aforementioned pinheads, cross-dressing tossery has become a go-to shorthand for being gay is not enormously flattering.
[ Points to large animated banner at top of home page. ]
Apple pie is next.
Eraserhead? Is that you?
Keep reading that as ‘Klutztown University’.
As a hormonal youth, I must have seen maybe half a dozen drag shows in various clubs of questionable repute. One was quite funny in a grotesque sort of way, though I was high at the time and would have laughed at pretty much anything. The rest were just iterations of the same one, narrow gag. It’s not a particularly flexible genre. Not rich soil. Seen one, seen them all.
What I’m tempted to do is seriously frowned upon by the constabulary and judiciary.
Re. Felicity’s query: the ‘Use coasters’ instruction does seem to have disappeared from the banner – unless different browsers produce different results.
I’ve not changed it and it’s still there when using Microsoft Edge on my laptop and tablet, and when using the Samsung browser on my phone. It’s also there using Chrome. The animated banner only appears on the blog’s home page, not every individual post.
I really should check exactly what Isaac Asimov said about the USSR a decade earlier.
Wait, what?
[ Fumes, slams door. ]
Not seeing the full animation from Chrome on iPad nor iPhone, though I could swear I saw it yesterday on the iPhone. Probably has more to do with some configuration thing at WordPress or specific to a browser configuration or some default settings being reset by an update or some JavaScript interference or…God knows what. Unless someone is paying to know, just blame JavaScript. Technically you could be wrong but it’s the morally correct thing to do.
Since motherhood and mothers are inexorably tied to children, the whole chilling push to “Queer” it and us, practically shouts its real intention.
Even if one were to indulge the conceit of “queering” things – and it’s a thin and absurd contrivance – motherhood is not exactly an obvious candidate. Yes, there are a few sexually dysmorphic women who wish they were men and who may subsequently have a child, and this may even be reported, ludicrously, as some biological miracle; but that merely invites comment on the mental health dramas of the women in question. And on the probity of those doing the reporting.
Interesting. The coasters emerge triumphant in Bing, Edge and Chrome, but Firefox ignores them.
You might be amused to discover that the list of possible sites that comes up when Googling in Chrome (I think it was) includes a link reading ‘David Thompson billionaire wife’.
[ Drifts into reverie. ]
Vivaldi doesn’t
[ ponders lunch options. ]
A long, leisurely one to delay the inevitable
Can we just get that Carrington Event 2: Electromagnetic Boogaloo already??
Were you not tempted by the prospect of mingling with, and being educated by, the terminally pretentious and the psychologically marginal?
I am feeling a smidge authentically affirmed
Hey, I’m treating you heathens to some highbrow culture.
Clever.
For some reason, I’m picturing a sitcom.
I’m being traumatized by the screaming baldie.
Imagine, if you will. It’s bring your parent to school day and chappie is your dad.
Well, Mr. Baldie, could you tell the class what it is you do for a living?
I wear a body stocking, stripped to the waist. I scream, gyrate and convulse bringing attention to myself. It’s all done authentically.
Perhaps you could demonstrate for the class.
[ Baldie’s child dies a slow death in the back row ]
Interesting. The coasters emerge triumphant in Bing, Edge and Chrome, but Firefox ignores them.
Yes, Firefox tells me to “Play nicely.” It does not arrive or leave as animation either. It’s just there. Brave works just fine.
Just because they shave their foreheads . . .
[…] Firefox ignores them.
Works fine for me as well as two other Mozilla forks. Might be something in your security settings blocking the script – as if David would put malicious script in his blog. Really.
Well, not intentionally anyway.
“Were you not tempted by the prospect of mingling with, and being educated by, the terminally pretentious and the psychologically marginal?”
No.
I dunno… Mostly, this sort of thing has me watching the audience, more than I’ll ever watch the people at center stage.
Who stays and supports this sort of BS? That’s the question.
Because, my friends, if it did not resonate with a “usable fraction” of the public, then it would not exist.
It’s like the usual Nigerian Prince scam, or the folks wanting to sell you penis-embiggening products: You see, you dismiss, but what you usually fail to acknowledge is that there’s enough of a fraction out there that does respond to these things for them to be worth trying.
It’s not so much that creatures like the Clintons and Obamas can attain high office; corruption is always with us. The truly critical point to be seen about the multiple elections of those villains is that there is a sufficiency of the electorate so as to make that possible… There really are that many suckers out there.
Typical person with the common sense of a rabid walrus will look at this sort of event, and before even getting past the first few lines of the flyers, go “That’s BS; I’m not wasting my time…”
That there are enough out there who’re cozened? That’s a Bill Engval-worthy “sign of the times”.
Time to run a finger along academia’s cutting edge:
How about let’s not?
It’s no use trying to flee. I’ve locked the doors.
Dammit!
Ok, fine, I’ll bite: quick question – how is this whole madres thing not cultural appropriation?
Yes, Hispanic culture has its nutters just like any other, but in general don’t their madres tend to have XX chromosomes and be actual physical mothers? And their XY-chromosome types more likely to go for the whole machismo thing rather than prancing in a dress (or am I guilty of a stereotyping)?
The larger body of Hispanic culture seems to have rejected the whole Latinx thing, while the academic activist types keep trying to make it happen.
Bing displays the animated “Play nicely. / Use coasters” just fine.
Firefox does not: A non-animated “Play nicely” is displayed forever. “Use coasters” is not displayed at all.
In the annals of blog problems, this is near the bottom.
I’m not traumatized. I’m just angry.
I think you’re wildly overestimating my technical wherewithal.
This is a public university. Insanity subsidized by our taxes.
Which is a reason why there ought not be public universities, nor should there be vast deposits of wealth left for the nutter class to use supporting such things.
The universities and the foundations are all parasitical organizations, now taken over by other parasites. They contribute little, and take up more than their share; contemplate the amount of wealth siphoned off to pay tuition to gain credentials, which then saddle their possessors with life-long debt peonage.
The thing that leaves me more than a little cynical on the issue is that so many of these self-declared “intellectual luminaries” cannot quite make out how thoroughly they were swindled, nor how feckless and stupid they are for having fallen for the con.
You have a degree in something that can never pay your tuition back? The tuition you had to borrow? And, you claim status as an <i>intellectual</i>?
Screw the lot of them. I have zero sympathy for any of the cozened fools. It’s like you’re asking me to pity the victims of those incredibly obvious scams, who were warned against them…
The modern American education system is going to be viewed, in later years, the same way we look back on the South Seas Bubble, or the Dutch Tulip Mania. Pointless speculation that bankrupted entire generations.
New grift alert: Post-traumatic slave syndrome (PTSS) (not to be confused with Post-traumatic stress syndrome (PTSS) – the former being vastly more lucrative).
The Embodiment of Motherhood looks like a model for Hieronymus Bosch. But I suppose that’s authentic, and that’s the important thing.
This thread, and all the links therein ought to be a thing for discussion…
Particularly, the update.
https://instapundit.com/675804/
slightly longer quote:
Epigenetic inheritance? I’ve seen that claim before. No such thing has been demonstrated. It’s a farrago of assertions and special pleading from fraudsters in “African American Studies” departments.
Reduce health disparities: Stop behaving like lazy and psychotic assholes.
I know a few school teachers. They’re all malevolent far-left loons.
The animated banner works fine on my ancient Kindle running a Silk browser
@pst314,
I would submit to you that the real issue isn’t so much the blacks “behaving like lazy and psychotic assholes“ as the various luvvie whites excusing and rewarding those dysfunctional blacks for their behaviors and pathologies.
You get more of what you pay for, and when you pay for unwed mothers breeding criminal children, welllllll…. Whaddya expect? Saints? Hard workers? Positive outcomes?
The Democrats chose to build themselves a voting machine based on inner-city failure pathologies. Here we are, some seventy-odd years into the program.
It’s only happening because we let it, and we allowed them to set the perverse incentives. You wonder why the criminality? Because the criminality is rewarded, excused, glorified in popular culture. P Diddy and his ilk are the harvest; they sowed the seeds back during the sixties, with the deliberate destruction of the black family and black “good citizenship”. Time was, blacks had rather better numbers than any other demographic for family formation and likeliness to be law-abiding. Today? What we see is what the Democrats (mostly…) wanted: A distinctly damaged and dysfunctional subculture that they could easily use to further their political goals.
The claims for “epigenetic inheritance” are of a piece with the old ideas about eugenics.
There’s something there, to the idea, but… We do not at this time nor any time in the foreseeable future, know enough to say squat about what the details are.
Firstly, we have no ‘effing clue what the genetic or epigenetic factors are, with regards to behavior. There’s basis to infer that they are there, but we don’t know what they might be. That being the case, excusing or justifying any behavior based on “epigenetic inheritances” is simply specious.
It’s the same with eugenics, as an idea: You know it works, because, hey… Look at our success with breeding animals. The issue is, we actually do not know what the hell we ought to be “breeding for” in eugenics, and we’re sure as hell not operating on a reasonable timeline to be making any of these judgments. The Nazi or Progressive ideal of breeding for blond Aryan supermen was based on a set of really horrible assumptions and entirely delusional physical characteristics that might or might not actually represent something reasonably considered “superior”. I mean, sure… Blond Aryan superman might “look good”, but didn’t the arseholes breeding the Pug think that pushed-in nose was cute? And, how many vets have made fortunes treating both Pugs and Bulldogs for all the syndromes associated with that idiocy?
Too much to be learned and proven, before anyone can start making judgments based on either concept, frankly.
It’s both. There are the white grifters and the cultural saboteurs.
And there is the dysfunctional black subculture which now seems self-sustaining.
Reading David’s blog on a Kindle? That’s weird, man.
[ Stares judgmentally. ]
And there is the dysfunctional black subculture which now seems self-sustaining.
I often liken the state of American blacks to that of the Irish in America during the diaspora. Discriminated against, lazy, drunk, violent, promiscuous, and 100% living down to the stereotype.
It took Bishop “Dagger” John Hughes to lead the American Irish out of their dissolution by leveraging both the “strong horse” image and Catholic guilt. That worked because the government of the day wanted the Irish to be productive, non-violent citizens and supported his efforts.
There have been black analogues to Dagger John, but they’re taken down by the state almost immediately because the government of our day wants American blacks violent, resentful, and dependent.
Just FWIW, using Safari on a near new iPad (just to say that all parts of the OS and Safari are current versions) when bringing up the site I get “Play Nicely” and nothing more.
Slightly more detail, the initial animation works with the “sliding” titles, the Play Nicely appears, and that stays. JavaScript is on. Same on an iPhone, also on Safari. And also FWIW, using DDG browser is the same.
I oin’t know about the rest of this audience, but I got bored of spending all of my mental energy thinking about where I wanted to put my genitals in…oh, say…about the time I turned 18.
I can’t imagine the utter intellectual boredom of spending any time in a University lecture obsessing about it. Nevermind a whole semester…or an entire academic “career.”
They’re most of them the result of terrible abuse, often sexual, and it spins their heads around with regards to the subject.
They’re also dealing with their issues in the worst possible way, affirming and celebrating every distortion instead of finding their way out of the maze into mental health.
Unfortunately, many of them have crystallized into full-on Cluster B personality disorders, making them either predators or perpetuators of dysfunction.
Humanity is desperately awful.
Well, you’d think that a person’s pompous description of themselves as an “agent of self-knowledge production” – as if self-awareness were an area of expertise, while suggesting precisely the opposite – might offer a clue as to the inversion in play, the con.
And that’s before we get to the shrieking drag queens presented as some artistic and supposedly scholarly feat.
I mean, they might as well have an enormous, flashing neon sign saying, THIS IS UTTER BULLSHIT AND YOU ARE A SUCKER.
But here we are.
Pst, my kindle has a large color touchscreen, and functions basically like a 3/4 size iPad.
Speaking of students and their subtleties of mind.
And let’s not forget teachers and their subtleties of mind.
Something tangentially related.
I’ve said more than once, regarding underwhelming performance art, that, just as you know that what’s on offer will be devoid of any aesthetic properties, you also have a fairly good idea of what the tiny audience will look like. Typically, the audience is more interesting than the performance, insofar as you may wonder what their reasons for being there might be.
I mean, what is it with the people watching, even applauding? They can’t all be friends of the performer. So, are they trying to impress each other by pretending to see some merit in the flummery – say, a chap loudly slurping a mug of water – or do they actually imagine that they’re being treated to a deep and radically mind-expanding aesthetic experience? And which is more tragic?
And this came to mind:
Which still sounds about right. And is possibly relevant to the above scenes from academia’s Clown Quarter.
Don’t confuse me with facts that get in the way of comically absurd ridicule.
Besides, it’s been ages since we’ve had a pointless limeys-vs-filthy-colonials dust-up over iconic foods or the pronunciation and spelling of words.
Which illustrates why I cannot forgive Progressive Minded “educators” and “public intellectuals” who capitalize on such mental health issues to advance their Cultural Marxist agenda. Better if millstones were hung around their necks and they were cast into the sea, so to speak.
As long as we’re “queering” things, let’s not leave out hurricanes.
A unique take on Maslow’s hierarchy, but OK, I guess, though I am not sure what the “unique” needs of the LGUP+AT&SF¥ are compared to anyone else.
“World About to End, Women and Minorities Hardest Hit”
[ Checks tomorrow’s Ephemera links one last time, clicks schedule. ]
Hold that thought. At least until after midnight.
Affirmation. I hear it can be dropped in by helicopter now.
Can’t quite get the subtlety.
No. Good millstones are expensive to replace. Better to cast them far out to sea – they’ll sink before they make it to shore.
Don’t spoil my pleasure in making a Biblical allusion. [ Pouts. ]
David doesn’t care about me anymore. [ Mimics Eeyore. ]
He likes me! He likes me! [ insert video of Sally Field at the Oscars. ]
There’s a humorous passage in a Roger Zelazny novel (novella?) about a psychiatric patient who fantasizes about being assassinated because, if I recall, it makes him important. Racking my brains to remember the name of the story….
Do iPhone and Android users still hate on each other? Or is that feud dead and buried as it should be? I used to hear lots of loud expressions of contempt directed in both directions, but not lately.
The Dream Master?
Why would most of them need contraception or abortion?
Yes! Thank you very much!
There are plenty of things from 40 years ago that I don’t recall or don’t recall clearly, but a bigger problem seems to be events of the 2000’s. Did that thing happen 10 years ago or 20 or even 30?
It was the only novel of his with a psychiatrist I could recall. Not one of my favourites.
Better to cast them far out to sea – they’ll sink before they make it to shore.
Not necessarily.
You need weights, there are a lot of lithium-ion cells from broken sparky cars that need to be disposed of, for instance. Might be too much like a Viking funeral though.
Pst, my kindle has a large color touchscreen, and functions basically like a 3/4 size iPad.
Isn’t that a Fire? I have one of those.