Jennifer Lahl and Kallie Fell on “queered” health care:

Ah, but “highly gendered” and “offspring-focussed” health care – for pregnant women and their babies – makes it “challenging” for sexually dysmorphic women who wish to be perceived as men, even while heavily pregnant. In short, “Screw the wellbeing of the baby, the inhibited lactation, and the risk of serious birth defects. Just jack me up on testosterone and refer to me as Sir.”

I paraphrase, of course. But nowhere near as much as one might hope.

Somewhat related, Heather Mac Donald on fads, transgenderism, and defaults:

A phenomenon doubtless familiar to regular readers.

And Noah Carl on the unspeakable:

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In case you missed it in the comments, I bring news of a dream employee. You see, she’s not at all entitled. It’s just that the world must revolve around her:

Tiktoker claims to suffer from “time blindness” and blasts employers who make employees come on time. She wants to dismantle the system which says people should be on time pic.twitter.com/jbW6SccYJz

— Libs of TikTok (@libsoftiktok) July 13, 2023

I think we can assume that madam’s professed “time blindness” – which apparently precludes the use of the reminder function on her phone – doesn’t result in her turning up for work early, or accidentally working extra hours. Or being in any way more useful or helpful, or less self-involved.

I think we can assume that with some confidence.

If the elevation of chronic lateness to some kind of progressive credential or state of pious victimhood sounds familiar, we have encountered several variations on this theme.

Unreliability is, for instance, championed by the Oregon Health Authority, on grounds that “urgency is a white supremacist value,” and therefore expectations of punctuality and preparedness are terribly problematic and something to disdain. Whereas, in matters of health, tardiness and lack of forethought are presumably aspirational, a woke ideal.

And then there was the time we were told, by Marcus Moore, an “equity transformation specialist,” that the cultivation of self-absorption and lack of focus, along with a disregard for deadlines, standards and obligations – and by implication, a disregard for reciprocity – will somehow catapult minority students into gainful employment and a world of many, many friends.

Because expecting minority students to turn up on time is merely “bending to whiteness” and therefore a cause of “tremendous harm.” Unlike the “equity” poison being tipped into their ears. Examples of which abound, some positively surreal.

As noted at the time:

And,

Readers will likely have registered that the convolutions of “equity transformation specialists” are not entirely dissimilar to the insufferable narcissism of the young lady in the video above, our “chaotic philosopher.” It is, I think, worth noting that, when used by Clown Quarter academics and their fellow pinhead agitators, the term “equity” translates as something like “equality of outcome regardless of inputs.”

And so, we have people who disdain the habits of bourgeois life as something to be “dismantled” and done away with, at least for themselves or certain favoured groups, while still expecting the rewards of those same bourgeois habits.

Perhaps there’s a word for that.

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The Observer reports on London’s struggling artists:

We’ll get to that creative critical faculty in a second.

We’ll get to that too.

The cost of renting a studio in which to be abuzz with creativity is, we’re told, a major issue:

Ah yes, the engine room. Powering the city of London with their ceaseless shovelling.

The indignity.

Indeed, of those surveyed, only 12% “can support themselves solely through art.” Given such difficulties, the words supply and demand spring to mind, and readers may wonder whether a different, more viable line of work may be in order. Or at least some relocation – say, to a place where studio rents and general living expenses are much more affordable. However, Ms Kwan, our successful artist, is having none of that:

At which point, readers may suspect that the imperative is not so much being creative, but being creative in London, a notoriously expensive city, but in which one can draw attention to the fact that one lives and works in London, a notoriously expensive city. Thereby glowing with a kind of location status.

That bottom of the pile business must really chafe.

Readers may also note the article’s, shall we say, coyness regarding the art on offer – all that cruelly underfunded creativity. None of which is displayed to sway readers of the Observer. The nearest we get is a photo of Ms Kwan standing next to a creation that we cannot actually see, and a photo of Grayson Perry in a hideous frock.

Poking about elsewhere reveals that Ms Kwan’s area of expertise is “political and ecological positioning through fine art practice,” as seen so boldly here:

It’s a “sensory banquet,” the creation of which “had a profound emotional and conceptual effect on my sense of the relationships between objects, personhood, and ancestral and collective meaning.”

As you can imagine.

Other dizzying creations can be seen – nay, beheld – here and here.

Given the aesthetic uplift conjured into being via piles of plastic milk cartons, it is of course astounding that Ms Kwan and her equally high-minded peers, all doubtless schooled in political “positioning,” aren’t feeling sufficiently rewarded.

“It is like a hostile environment now,” says Ms Kwan. A sentiment that may conceivably be shared by those members of the general public who venture to art venues in search of aesthetics and objects of wonderment, but who find only unattractive tat, ponderous press releases, and piles of plastic milk cartons.

If the basic thrust of the Observer article sounds familiar – the need to be seen being creative in a suitably happening city, while living above one’s means – you may be thinking of this Guardian article. In which, a self-exalting novelist named Brigid Delaney tells us that creative people, people much like herself, must live in locales befitting their potential and importance, not their budget. And hence the imperative for public subsidy.

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