For newcomers, some items from the archives:
Powder Room Scenes.
He’s a transgender activist, so there’s nothing to worry about.
And remember, ladies, when a male bedlamite pushes his phone camera under an occupied bathroom stall in order to livestream to his admirers a woman who is unhappy about a male bedlamite’s presence in a ladies’ toilets – and when said bedlamite’s phone is kicked away and he then claims victimhood, specifically injury to his penis, which he mentions quite a lot – this is totally normal and nothing to worry about. It’s just how things are now.
The Kind Of Creature You’ve Chosen To Be.
An “independent thinker” applies make-up, smashes patriarchy.
Apparently, it’s outdated and oppressive for a young woman to be walked down the aisle at her wedding by her father. And so she can insult him and embarrass him by taking away that role. But of course it’s not outdated or oppressive for that same father to be expected to pay all of the bills for the wedding at which he’s being so pointedly sidelined and insulted.
Let’s Do It, But In A Way That’s Less Likely To Work.
Guardian columnist plans to “redefine the family unit.” Complications ensue.
Providing the sperm. A joyous and maternal turn of phrase. Also of note, the idea of wanting a baby, but with only a third or a quarter of the responsibility. A kind of low-commitment parenting. Bodes well.
Readers are invited to ponder the appeal, for any gentleman with fatherhood in mind, of effectively becoming a sperm donor who is also expected to perform household chores, for many years, and to pay child maintenance. In a sexless relationship with random lesbians who may find him barely tolerable, a necessary complication. But this, it seems, is “the ideal parenting setup.”
Just Let Me Check Who I Am.
Banking and mental illness, together at last.
The NatWest bank, we learn, “allows staff to identify as men and women on different days. The bank offers double-sided lanyards to non-binary employees so they can alternate between personas when they please.” This is part of an “LGBT-friendly diversity measure,” endorsed by Stonewall, the cutting edge of corrected thought. And employees who aren’t sure who or what they are at any given time must be encouraged to enact their “masculine and feminine” personas according to mood and medication. Hence the double-sided lanyards, obviously.
Tongue Action.
A tale of erotic mollusc-gobbling.
This goes on for quite a while, longer than seems strictly necessary. Droplets on chins, alluring eyebrows, lemon wedges being
squeezed. Yes, the situation was “hot and vulnerable,” and “profoundly intimate,” with the object of intrigue covering her face, leaving her
breathless and
gasping. She was “performing the act for the first time” – and in public, no less.
Should readers need a moment to steady themselves, I quite understand.
“My memory of that first time,” writes Ms Maratha, “echoes that special frisson of noticing your femininity.” You see, “Something about the discovery of the oyster’s flesh, the patience needed to harvest it from its shell, and the fortitude required to enjoy it, feels intrinsically feminine.” We’re told, by an obliging editor, that Ms Maratha’s “love of oysters grew alongside her queer identity.” And that, “For her, the act of eating an oyster uniquely and intimately expresses her queerness.”
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
When you ask AI to make a horror film.
Were you not inspired to feel tolerant and welcoming?
Remember, it’s not just a delusional man who delights in violating normal boundaries – say, by pushing his phone camera under toilet stalls to record alarmed women on his livestream – it’s a man so delusional, so broken, that he does this while expecting public affirmation.
There ain’t no fixing that. Even with antipsychotics.
What every kid wants to hear.
“Of course we love you, dear. Just not as much as other parents.”
What I find interesting about these things – and they crop up periodically with minor variations – is not just that the writer seems oblivious to the implications of her own words, her own worldview. It’s also that no peers or colleagues or editor took her to one side and explained, “You know, the implications aren’t altogether flattering… It makes you and your partner sound like lousy, selfish human beings.”
And you thought cosmetic surgery in Tijuana was bad . . .
“Happily married“
Q: How much do you hate the media?
A: Not enough.
And that’s from the Daily Mail, which, if I recall correctly, has reported more sympathetically than most American newspapers. Maybe it’s all about outrage clicks.
Here is the Daily Mail tweet that he screen-shotted. Not sure why so many bloggers don’t link to their sources, but it pisses me off. Not helpful and not ethical. But even worse are those who remove the identifying headers from their screen-shots.
Posts on X with links to external sources tend to get de-prioritised by the X algorithm. Which is rather annoying, as you can imagine.
There ain’t no fixing that. Even with antipsychotics.
The latter two are already absent, so there may not be a downside.
That’s a bit sneaky – and crap.
Well, I suppose the idea is to keep you on the X platform as much as possible, endlessly scrolling. But it discourages, or makes more difficult, any checking of whether an article has been accurately summarised by whichever X user you’re reading. It also suggests a lack of confidence in users following a link, reading it in full, then returning to X to pass comment on it.
It’s certainly hard to see how someone so dysfunctional might be restored or made tolerable. Assuming one were inclined to try.
Be that as it may, mucking around in people’s brains for the purposes of altering their personality, no matter how abhorrent that personality may be, especially if done against their will is an ethical line best not crossed. Imprisonment, institutionalization, some other form of physical restriction that is physically reversible, by all means. Debatable as a step shy of the death penalty, perhaps. Whole other can of worms.
Well, there is. But it’s a bit drastic & tends to get messy.
The ‘caring’ and ‘compassionate’ do the most horrific things . . . and pat themselves on the back for doing them.
Now that I’m a paying X member I want to filter-out posts by country of origin and the obviously faked-for-clicks videos.
I assume this is not possible after looking around a bit.
[ Finishes 3,500-word post, slumps across desk, emotionally spent. ]
Isn’t it easier to get a libel action against the press in the UK?
Presumably your next post will mention a restorative gin and tonic.
You can filter by topics and interests, I think, and you can filter out anything flagged as “sensitive content,” but so far as I’m aware you can’t filter your feed by country of origin. There is, I think, an option to show content relating to wherever you happen to be. But I’ve not poked about in the settings much, so others may have a better idea of what’s possible.
After dinner, there will, I’d bet, be a fortifying beverage.
Continuing a thought from the previous thread, here is another fine citizen:
and yet:
I’ve been through several phases of being followed by robot accounts fronted by busty ladies hinting at services of a kind I have no use for. Every so often they get purged by the algorithm.
“I don’t have drivers license, I don’t have insurance. I don’t have drivers license. I don’t have name.”
Beat him within an inch of his life, then sentence him to natural life on a prison work farm. Tell him he is being “purged by the algorithm”.
His screams of “they want to kill me” as he is handcuffed are amusing, but I’m surprised he didn’t yell “I can’t breath”.
pushes his phone camera under an occupied bathroom stall in order to livestream
They do realize that even if another XX woman pushed a phone camera under the stall, the reaction would be the same? Do these men really believe that normal women livestream each other on the toilet? It seems that life is just one big porn movie to these guys.
The cultural enrichment just oozes.
It sounds as though he’s an immigrant of sorts & likely not fully conversant with local customs and mores.
Correction:
“I don’t have drivers license, I don’t have insurance… I don’t need drivers license. I don’t have name.”
And yet other criminal immigrants are on video yelling “I can’t breathe!” so he must be a very recent immigrant who is still developing his criminal skills.
My memory of that first time,” writes Ms Maratha, “echoes that special frisson of noticing your femininity.”
For a subcontinental there’s quite a bit of nostalgia in that article for an Americana that predates the immigration of her people, starting from the Netflix Ratched clip, continuing with the suggestion that her race was an exotic rarity on an American college campus in 2014 or so, and ending with the road trip from Androscoggin to Apalachicola, with Christmas songs on the car radio, and herself and her girlfriend resorting to Lesbian Oyster Code to evade scrutiny from the locals – a situation which casts a shameful light on tolerance in America, but not without its own frisson of erotic complicité.
Lesbian Oyster Code?
Band name.
[ Slides amuse-bouche to dw. ]
A common attribute across progressives dating back 100 years+ (re castration link) is that their virtue depends on “fixing” others. Making others stop smoking. Hormones for others. etc. No possible consequences could result from “fixing” things, can it?
Sowell documents that in the early 20th century in NYC immigrants crowded into apartments. Some were sending money home to Italy (or wherever), some were saving up to open a shop. Progressives didn’t like the crowding and eliminated it by fiat. They could not understand why residents resisted being evicted. Because of course they were ‘helping” them.
Lesbian Oyster Code
On first glance, I read that as Lesbian Oyster Cult.