She’s Taken It Upon Herself
Not a lady, but a they-dy, obviously:
This is what happens when you hire woke. When they tell you who they are, believe them. pic.twitter.com/gk4EGnahps
— Catch Up (@CatchUpFeed) September 5, 2023
As an employer, the person paying for this privilege, you’d never tire of that.
Previously and entirely unrelated:
Following which, I added:
Oh, and we mustn’t forget the male teacher who required three months of paid medical leave, supposedly due to emotional exhaustion and “severe burnout” on account of the small children in his class being reluctant to lie about the sex of the person teaching them. The honesty of small children – who used the words mister and he – had rendered him unfit for work.
And every employer would walk over hot coals for an employee who demands validation of his psychodrama from other people’s children. And who, when this bold stratagem fails, retires to his fainting couch for months on end.
Update, via the comments:
Behold, another model employee:
Male teacher who thinks he’s a woman says he had a conversation with a student about growing fake bre*sts and is upset that other students haven’t noticed his “additions” yet.
These are the people teaching your kids pic.twitter.com/i5ouCKHQ5S
— Libs of TikTok (@libsoftiktok) October 8, 2024
Just so we’re clear. He’s a teacher who wants the children he teaches to notice – and comment on – his breasts. Or his approximation of breasts.
And surely that’s what every parent hopes for in a teacher.
Consider this an open thread.
Did she wear those earrings to the job interview?
I want to fire her and she doesn’t even work for me.
There’s a lot going on, visually, and I have to say, none of it screams hire me.
Heh. Were you not swayed by her plight, the terrible, crushing unfairness of it all?
“Attention, ladies! The building is on fire! You all need to leave now!”
So… That would make a “non-binary” person with a penis a… They-man?
They-dies and they-men… It’s all so absurd.
It’s like a checklist of warning signs. The unhappy choice of hairstyle, the facial piercings, the excess of seemingly random tattoos, the supposedly sassy drag-queen mannerisms, the default condescension…
But then, it always is.
Airport security and MRIs would be so exciting for her. And she may have other not visible piercings. Because that’s what you wanted to visualize.
Long time listener – 2nd time caller
In a related vein of ‘when they tell you who they are’…
I immersed myself in furry culture. You don’t understand them.
If, as claimed, furries are very often people who “don’t always like who they are,” and I see no reason to suppose otherwise, then I’m not entirely sure they’ve found a lasting solution. If a recurring problem is “a life where no-one understands me,” then pretending to be an anthropomorphic furry animal – say, a purple wolf – doesn’t strike me as an obvious way to address that, or to resolve it.
And I’m not sure how retreating behind a mask and playing dress-up, as some kind of fetishistic cartoon character, sits with the professed “values of being authentic.”
I mean, if people want to play dress-up, whether for sexual reasons or not, then don’t let me stop you. But the rationale is not entirely persuasive.
Do help yourself to bar snacks.
Some years ago, at a family party, many of the revellers were wearing fancy-dress costumes. I remember Beloved Sister-In-Law #1 made a pretty good undead she-ghoul, complete with berserk wig and face paint. The absurd outfits added to the fun. But if Beloved Sister-In-Law started wearing her undead she-ghoul outfit regularly, while sitting at home, or walking the dogs, or when meeting friends for a lunchtime coffee, this would, I think, raise eyebrows.
“Do help yourself to bar snacks.” You’ll be sorry!
Strongly agree.
And one of the things I noticed long ago about the science fiction fan community* was that the members tended to be misfits, eccentrics, oddballs–to use some old expressions from before the invention of “neurodivergent”. It’s pleasant to have a place where one feels comfortable, but an environment which accepts and even celebrates personality dysfunctions is not a place where the dysfunctional are likely to learn how to function better–more likely the reverse.** It’s unpleasant to encounter a twenty-something who lacks basic social skills, but it’s far more disturbing when the individual is fifty.
* Likewise the SCA, and presumably other fandoms I am forgetting about.
The science fiction professionals have endless horror stories about fan behavior, everything from cluelessness to pathological obsession and even malevolence.
** Although someone once said within my hearing, “Mensa is for people who are not yet emotionally mature enough for fandom”.
The furries I encountered did indeed come off as “neurodivergent”.
Their costumed behavior had a exaggerated, cartoonish flirtatiousness which seemed sexualized. And sexy anthropomorphic critter art is very common–but don’t forget that fandom is a tolerant and inclusive culture so you must not express unease much less distaste.
Clearly, David, you fail to be properly “inclusive”.
I’m caring as I type.
The “retreating behind a mask” is a key insight. As is “fetishistic”.
Is furry the new goth?
There is, I think, something of that about it. The ostentatious see-how-not-like-you-I-am quality. As one of the furries says in the article, “If what I’m doing isn’t making somebody uncomfortable, then what I’m doing isn’t making a difference.” Quite what kind of “difference” is being made by dressing up as a toy-like purple wolf – and consequently being thought a bit odd – escapes me.
And basing one’s supposed individuality – “being authentic” – on attempts to disconcert suggests someone trapped in, among other things, a lack of imagination.
I used to hear fans talk about “freaking the mundanes” as something both recreational and praiseworthy, rather than as a clue that perhaps the fans needed to engage in some self-examination.
Is furry the new goth?
As opposed to the old goth:
Speaking of useless employees, inflation is caused by climate change, climate hysteria fantasy aside, it is not as if the temperature in The Great White North being a degree or two warmer would be a bad thing.
Speaking of useless employees, what organization doesn’t need a Training Manager in the Office of Resilience.
“We can’t cut one thin dime from the Federal budget!™”
I am unpacking this as I get ready for work. She should already have been working and not talking. She should already have been doing her damned job, for which she is paid. She should need no reminder to work at all. The reminder to work is a concession to her weakness and inadequacy, and the fact that she doesn’t see that is the biggest problem here. And then when this very mild correction results in an excuse for her belligerence, at some point in the near future, she will find herself unemployed again. And blaming capitalism and transism.
And I would not want to bet against this specimen being the instigator of all those off-topic conversations that are getting in the way of business.
And what strapping titans they are.
Not even original to those fans. The drug-addicted depraved “artistes” of the late 19th century called it épater la bourgeoisie.
That triggered another semi-random association from long ago: In La Boheme, we are supposed to identify with and sympathize with the poor, suffering Bohemians. And yet from the very opening scene it is clear that their thinking and behavior is unconducive to escaping poverty.
Given that this Halloween-all-the-time thing is relevant…Perhaps someone else here remembers this. Back in the 80’s one of the more well known punk bands had a song mocking people for dressing up on Halloween, implying that they were hypocrites. Because of course, if they were honest, like the real punk rockers are honest, they would dress like freaks the other 364 days of the year. Don’t remember the song or the band but I remember thinking, boy I hope this idiotic idea doesn’t catch on.
Also, freaking the mundanes. Band name. Or album. Maybe both.
But now they can not like who they are IN A HOT AND UNCOMFORTABLE COSTUME.
A costume which I suppose is difficult to impossible to fully launder, resulting in a certain olfactory “ambiance” at furry events.
Psst! WWII surplus gas masks. Cheap!
[ Sound of bin liner rustling. ]
[ Slides bowl of chili-flavoured toenail clippings to Rafi. ]
They’re bigger than usual and thick-cut. But for the same price.
I was led to believe the bar snacks contained no toenail clippings!
From the same author,
I immersed myself in felony murderer culture. You don’t understand them.
(Okay, okay, that wasn’t the actual headline. But it could have been.)
[ Orders more toenail clippings. ]
Don’t be surprised by the . . . texture.
Note the term ex-wife.
Might make Justin’s blackface run.
Why does the phrase ‘useless eater’ keep popping up?
I’m going to form an Irish folk group made up of Marxist art students and call it, “Eh, Paddy, the Bourgeoisie!”
So . . . no one able to sing or play an instrument then.
Just leave your coat in the alleyway. I’ll fetch the lighter fluid.
Not only do I understand them, it is precisely because I understand them that I’m unwilling to play their dysgenic game.
“No. You are expelled from this university because the school sees no value in wasting our precious resources on you, given your dishonesty and lack of maturity. There are many other far more deserving students who are worth our investment because they will return value to the broader community once educated. You will not.”
Late to the party, but Patriarchy: my theory about the middle east is a combination of 2 things: 1) they were really big on slaves for a long time but only male slaves. To keep the slaves away from their wives, they kept women in doors and covered. It worked pretty well–very little african genes in the population. 2) at the same time, having multiple wives was accepted so a rich/powerful guy could take your wife. Again, hide her.
[ Wonders if it’s possible to eat six Cadbury’s Mega Buttons at the same time. ]
Turns out you can. With surprising ease.
Note the term ex-wife.
Does he also save all his snot? Is he a goblin? (Sir TP’s Snuff)
[ Wonders if it’s possible to eat seven Cadbury’s Mega Buttons at the same time. ]
It is (sadly) becoming endemic. A colleague recently recommended the dating app Hinge to me. I downloaded it but deleted it once I saw that pronouns were mandatory.
When I worked launching space shuttles*, I go into our office to speak to a supervisor one day to find my boss’s new secretary clipping her toenails and carrying on conversation with others in the room. She became an ex-secretary rather quickly. Oddly no one ever spoke of the situation. Nor of her sudden disappearance.
On a positive note, biological research indicates that toenails are considered organic. If you don’t believe me, just ask someone.
Odder than toenails: Some years ago, browsing in the library, I stumbled upon a memoir by a retired ballet dancer who saved her lover’s used condoms in a lacquer box.
RE: The toenail clippings…
I have it to understand from good authority that at least some of those canopic jars found with the various Egyptian Pharaoh sorts contained the lifetime accumulation of things like toenail clippings, on the theory that at some point after death, everything that had ever been a part of the body would return to it, and if the dead couldn’t find all the bits and pieces… They would not progress any further into the afterlife. So, everything was retained, preserved, and put into the tomb with the dead.
My informant, who was a bona fide Egyptologist, informed me further that there were records of attendants to various Pharaohs who’d been executed for losing things, and that there were inventories of canopic jars/contents included with, signed off on by various auditors.
Could be that our guy here is merely acting out a previous life, trying to get it right the second time around…
In terms of embarrassing ways to die, imagine being executed by some elaborate means, arriving in the afterlife, and having to tell everyone that it was because you’d lost the Pharaoh’s nail clippings from last Thursday…
Sorry, I’m English.
“That’s because we have discovered the furries of the University of Michigan…“
Who else read that in David Attenborough’s hushed ‘commenting on mountain gorillas’ voice? Just me?
He wants his students to notice – and comment on – his breasts.
I call shenanigans. I don’t think there was ever a conversation with a student about his chesticles. As weird as the rising generation is, I don’t think they’d rant at a teacher, “wow, I can’t believe nobody’s noticed.”
Well, yes, he’s a fabulist, so we shouldn’t put too much faith in his account. But he’s nonetheless a man who wants the children in his care to notice, and comment on, his breasts. Or his approximation of breasts. He finds that idea intriguing.
Because that’s what every parent hopes for in a teacher.
[ Post updated. ]
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[ pumps shotgun slide ]
I’m still processing the fact that these weirdly broken people – who, statistically, pose a much higher risk to children – are being hired, seemingly in high concentrations, to be in charge of children.
We used to know this stuff.
A perfect David Attenborough parody.
We used to know that leftists should be kept away from children.
Where is everybody?
Our betters show their betterness.
Likely most people assumed his gynecomastia was getting worse.
But again, the flashing red light that we’re not supposed to notice. And the questions that we’re not supposed to ask. Among which… Why would a grown man, albeit a grown man pretending to be a woman, want his sexual characteristics, or approximations thereof, to be noticed and commented on by children?
Specifically, children over whom he, as a teacher, has leverage and authority. Why would someone want that? And why would such a person feel emboldened to announce that interest, that transgression, to random strangers, anyone who might be passing, via social media?
Perhaps the sexual frisson of dressing up like his Aunt Gladys* has diminished. And the only way to garner plaudits for your sexual deviance is to broadcast it.
*Or Mrs Slocombe, take your pick.
It’s unacceptable to behave that way around other adults in the workplace.
It’s beyond unacceptable when such displays are directed at children.
The need for ever greater extremes seems to be a characteristic of paraphilia.
Let’s say we have a heterosexual teacher who wants her students to know about and applaud her spanking fetish, or vacations to nudist resorts or how much she loves giving blow jobs. Would that be ok? Since those things are much much less weird than the example here. But of course that would not be allowed since only certain demographics get a pass.
I used to encounter such adults back in my late teens and early twenties–mostly young women who liked to display their nipples and camel toes, but also a few men who liked to wear tight pants without underwear. But not at work, because such freaks were weeded out in the hiring process or quickly after being hired.
I don’t even want to hear such things from coworkers–and disliked those few who have “shared” such intimate details of their lives.
It’s the ‘much less weird’ that condemns it. Your deviancy must ‘transgress’, must ‘épater la bourgeoisie‘, if you want those clicks. Spanking, nudism, fellatio – how terribly . . . beige. Heavens, you haven’t even dressed your hair with an ice lollie.
[ Starts compiling Friday’s Ephemera. ]
[ Muffled laughter. ]
https://www.frontpagemag.com/all-americas-problems-are-leftist-problems/
@David, who said:
I can tell you what happened, and it wasn’t that we forgot “this stuff”. What happened was that the sane people were out-shouted by the luvvies, who’re actually far more dangerous than the self-identified nutters we used to keep out of the schools.
The way “things used to be done” was that the teachers in the schools did quite a lot of self-policing; were you a teacher of a mind to take things up with students, sexually, then the other teachers would quietly have a word with you and you’d be blackballed everywhere you could go. You might hie thyself off to the frontiers, but word would inevitably catch up with you. My grandmother told stories about some of her peers being invited to leave the profession, quietly, and their departures enforced rather dramatically. If you were in Eastern Oregon, you’d have to move at least as far as, say… Georgia. California wouldn’t be far enough; word would follow you in a few years. Alaska? Not far enough, even were you to go into the missionary schools. The women knew each other, as well as the men. They policed their own.
What changed was that the whole informal system got nickeled and dimed to death; pliant assholes would get onto the school boards, favoring some of the parasites when the other teachers made issue of their conduct. Then, pliant administrators would be put into place, sometimes even the abusers, ‘cos “…get them away from the children…”, and nobody wanted to raise a fuss.
The process was gradual, then sudden: One day, the old ways still held sway, and the next, all of Mary Kay Letorneau’s peers were afraid to say anything, because they’d get crushed by the administration and the school board, something that had become this vast, impersonal monstrosity.
The error, I fear, was thinking that things could scale, and they did not. A half-dozen teachers overseen by a small locally-elected school board? You could still rely on that being relatively honest. The minute that you created these vast reef-structures of bureaucracy and mendacity, where the scum could hide? Impossible to prevent. I understand that the New York City school system has entire buildings full of teachers they dare not put in front of a classroom, yet which they cannot fire for fear of lawsuits. They allowed the teachers to unionize, and then organized crime arose so that you have the spectacle you have today, with students handed diplomas they are unable to read.
It has been a gradual corruption, one that happened so slowly that nobody understood it was going on. The cries were that some of the blackballed teachers had been mistreated, and perhaps some of them were. So, they put these “systems” into place, which were themselves suborned and corrupted.
I think we can take it as a law of nature that any sufficiently prolonged hierarchy will rot out within a few short generations from the founders. The trick is, you have to stop your scale down where the cycle of corruption is essentially harmless… Were you to say that the largest school you could form would have only a hundred students or so, and that the parents would have to involve themselves a lot more than they do today? Going back to the days when the local worthies would actually pay attention, and do their damn jobs? You might reform things, so long as you never allowed things to scale out of local control. You get to the point where your school district is bigger than some towns, in terms of numbers, the span of control for the parents is gone… And, in the end? Nobody else cares enough.
A couple of days ago, I was listening to an old Joe Rogan podcast with Randall Carlson, who was also pointing out the problems of scaling in education.
The same problems exist with most organisations, public and private.
[ Thoughts turn to packet of Cadbury’s Mega Buttons in kitchen cupboard. ]
Wouldn’t you rather have this delicious broccoli?
In every institution.
Isaac Asimov’s Galactic Empire would begin to collapse before it was fully formed.
pst314: re Odder than toenails ,,, if memory serves there was a fairly well-received murder mystery that (sort of) turned on this, er, premise (practice?) with a cheated-on spouse retaining a used condom to implicate her husband in his lover’s death by planting his sperm at the crime scene,
Nothing about toenails though.
@David, who observed:
The root of the problem is that every such entity is best thought of as analogous to an organism, and that they all have a lifecycle which you can observe.
The trick is, you have to set things up in such a manner that the overall purpose and direction of the organization do not rely on individual merit or behavior; everything should be moving in a general direction on its own.
The vast colonization effort that saw H. Sap surge out of Africa and take over the rest of the planet was not a “managed” affair. It was a bunch of little groups of people, all moving in a general direction. Nobody was in charge; nobody “ran things”.
If they did, then we’d still be in Africa.
Once we got into the habit of building these vast reef structures of society and civilization, our innate natures turned those into nightmares of tyranny and oppression. In the old hunting and gathering days, if the band leader got uppity and above himself? Well, he or she would likely wake up of a morning to find the camp empty, and his band-mates to have quite literally decamped. Only with settled agriculture could the asshole impulse succeed, and here we are. Still haven’t figured out that the natural level of organization should really be about 10-15 adult males plus families, and that anything bigger than that allows scope for the assholes.
Intel organizations know this: That’s why every one of them is set up on a cellular basis. They say it is for security, but the truth is, that’s about the best way to organize: Small, cellular organizations run independently but moving in the same general direction. That’s how we spread across Eurasia and the Pacific, then North America: There were no Polynesian NASA-analogs, no FAA: The independent types just upped sails and left for somewhere over the horizon, no “bureaucracy” needed.
The minute you need a “manager”, some assh ole will step up and do the job… For a cut. For a little while, that will help things along, but eventually the wrong sort of parasite will wind up in charge, and then it’s just a long, sclerotic death of a million cuts. Look to Sears for examples; there’s nothing that Sears did or didn’t do that wouldn’t have forestalled Amazon. They just didn’t bother, because “management”.
Trick is, you have to have some sort of organizing idea, that takes the place of management and encourages all those little effective bands of people to do their thing productively. We don’t think along those lines, and we really ought to be doing so… A cellular company, built up out of lots of little competing pieces, any one of which could replace a failed piece.
Think of the difference between the organic models laid out in that classic John Carpenter movie, The Thing. In that movie, every little chunk of the creature could turn itself into whatever it needed to be… Hack off an arm, a head, and it would scuttle off to be all that it could be. Hack off the human’s head? DOA. That’s the difference between the organization models. In the one we use today, the organization is that human being, reliant on all these specialized cells and organs to survive. When one goes bad, you’re dead. The other model is that chaotic one, where every element can do the job of another, and killing the damn thing is virtually impossible because every bit and piece is its own thing; one fails? Another takes its place, and the whole goes on placidly doing its thing.
I cannot believe I’m participating in this nonsense, but SPEAKING OF TOENAILS:
Vikings believed Ragnarok would come when a ship made of the toenails and fingernails of corpses (Naglafar) would ferry the dead into the last battle. So they all cut their nails before battle, to slow down the coming of the end.
The Arabs didn’t see much point to leaving their adult slaves the ability to reproduce. Yes, you had to keep importing more slaves every generation, but they avoided both a source for miscegenation and an independent, self-sustaining slave population.
Point is, they didn’t need to keep their wives away from their eunuch slaves. At least not for fear of their wives being impregnated.
[ Raises eyebrows. ]
I wonder how they came up with that idea. After drinking a lot of very bad mead?
That makes the woman who saved condoms like mementos almost normal. Even the other woman who thumbtacked them to the wall above her bed. But not normal enough to stop me from backing slowly away. 🙂
Are you sure about that? Female slavery was a major part of their slave trade from what I recall. Not sure what percent household slavery and what percent sexual slavery, but the latter is what traditionally got the most attention. (But then, young children of either sex could be sold with the reminder that they could be used for pleasure.)
@pst314, who said:
The ones you really have to watch out for are those who thumbtack their unused condoms above their headboards, for convenience’s sake.
Also, the ones who staple them to handouts.
Once upon a time, I had the misfortune to be stationed in the Republic of South Korea, back in the olde dayes, when such things were prevalent. During my assignment, one of the boss-type people I worked for decided that I didn’t have enough on my plate, and made me the venereal disease control NCO. Previous office holder had gone away due to “reasons”, and I walked into the situation blind, with no sort of continuity at all. Had to reconstruct the entire program from nothing, which was… Interesting.
It included some nastiness, like contact tracing and education. Not to point any fingers at any demographic, but it was disconcerting to discover that the cute female medic down at our Aid Station was a bit of a vector, all on her own. In the course of the year I had that job, I ran back like 16 cases to her alone. Since she didn’t work for us, wasn’t a hell of a lot I could do, but I did make the point with the medical establishment which was raising hell with my command about our VD rates, that maybe, just maybe they might want to look inwards and control their own. I had, by the way, precisely zero Korean-sourced VD “events”. All stemmed from US servicemembers servicing each other… Highly disillusioning. Also, embarrassing, as the local medical establishment saw fit to inform the Koreans about their one-medic VD epidemic, and all our guys were put off-limits by the Korean establishments in town… Something I understand not to have occurred within memory of living man. Or, woman… The various panderers out there were quite unhappy with us, cutting into our business like that. I was buttonholed by one at the bus stop, one afternoon.
All of that to tell about my successor in the job, an equally naive young NCO of the female persuasion. Enthusiastic, though… She put together all the stuff for her very first prevention class/briefing, and went so far as to include condoms with all the handouts.
Which she stapled to the handout, lest they get lost.
I was taken more than a little aback by the whole thing, and wasn’t quite sure how to raise the issue with her. Picture jaded, worn-out and very disillusioned almost-thirty mid-grade NCO, trying to explain to a freshly-promoted bright-eyed young thing that maybe she might want to rethink her actions with those condoms… Awwwwwwkward.
Turned out, she really had no idea at all how the damn things worked, in that poking holes in them wasn’t on. She thought the latex would “heal” like it did on the vials they send out vaccines… I had the signal experience of watching her try to explain that to her boss, the Physician’s Assistant who ran the Aid Station. Poor bastard…
The physician assistant? Or the kids born from those liaisons?
The takeover of organizations occurs today because of activist asymmetry. Normal people have no particular direction they are pulling in. Normal life is just being left alone. Activists have a determination that normal people lack. Normal people are not overly excited about plastic straws but activists are, so they organize to ban them. There is no “pro-straw” lobby. Same in education or any organization, especially once opposing the nuts is covered in isms accusations.
Who’s the vector, Victor?
Long ago I heard talk about someone as being so promiscuous that they weren’t sure she confined her adventures to her own species. Lived in a semi-communal house in which on at least one occasion “everyone” had to go to the VB clinic.
I assume that the professionals took a professional interest in preventing such “events” as they would seriously cut into business.
Jaw-dropping that anyone could be that ignorant.
Activists in this case being a nine-year old boy (with the sort of facility with numbers you expect of government economists) and attention-hungry politicians desperate to divert attention from their incompetence..
Not after you’ve seen someone use a magnet to affix their file backup floppy disk to the side of their PC.
@Alex, who said:
The PA. You have to picture the guy… At that point, a civilian, but who got into being a PA via having been a Special Forces medic during the last bits of Vietnam. Very much the fatherly type with the girls, and something of a raging asshole with everyone else; you did not want to be a young soldier looking for a “Get out of Physical Training Free” card from him, because he was death on malingerers. Observing the interaction between him and that earnest young female medic was exquisitely humorous as he had to exercise massive restraint trying to explain to her why you could stick needles into an ampule, and could not do the same with a condom… She was convinced, and I think the victim of a practical joke by someone who’d told her that at a previous assignment.
I also suspect she was, at that point, without significant sexual experience, being “a good girl”.
The whole thing was just… Surreal. Just like the rest of that tour was…
I’ll just leave this here…
https://pjmedia.com/kevindowneyjr/2024/10/09/texas-teachers-busted-knocking-out-kids-with-sleepy-stickers-n4933196
Might go well with Friday, might fit in our earlier discussion about the fall of Western Civilization… Dunno.
Presummed Innocent – Scott Turow