The dimensions of various things, from the Japanese Badger to Mr Auric Goldfinger. || Soyuz “Globus” mechanical navigation computer. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Today’s word is self-perception. || At last, a database of silhouettes. || Snack dispute of note. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Best not to, really. || Being all-woman, he wants to share his breasts with you. || Bagged one. || Blue Monday do-over. || Incoming. || Incoming 2. (h/t, Julia) || For when you’re cooking penguin eggs. || Routine irony #37. || News from Wales. || “You’ll wonder how you lived without it!” || Ditto this. || The hat was slowing him down. || Yes, do take notes, because it will be on the test. || “The length and rigidity of the arm is adjustable.” || An amphibious feat. || And finally, it’s the biggest one of those I’ve ever seen.

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“This is not okay,” says she.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?” Variation on a theme.

What’s striking in both cases, and doubtless in countless others, is the almost farcical air of entitlement. The ludicrous harrumphing. Sort of, “How dare you physically stop me from stealing your property!”

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Via Mr Muldoon in the comments, a shocking revelation:

Not so much overlooked, I think, as warning signs heeded.

As we’ve seen many times, pretending to be a they does rather send a message regarding neuroticism, pretentiousness, captiousness, and the likelihood of disruption. If job applicants in effect announce that they expect anyone nearby to indulge their tedious psychodrama and pretend along with them, this will not always be met with enthusiasm. Demanding that others lie – and ignore or contradict the evidence right in front of them, daily – is, in short, rude. An act of hostility.

Contrary to Ashton Jackson, the author of the article quoted above, and contrary to Ryan McGonagill, the author of the report cited in said article, it’s not a matter of “how much work there is to do around diversity, equity, inclusion and belonging in the workplace.” And I very much doubt it’s about pronoun-stipulators finding themselves disqualified for “being authentic.” It’s more a matter of whether employers would be wise to hire, and trust, people who signal their narcissism, their unrealism, and their inclination to manipulate others.

And employers would do well to remember that The Pronoun Game, so much in fashion, is very often an attempt to bully others, to exert power, by making them say things, publicly and repeatedly, that they don’t for a minute believe to be true.

Only the carpet was hurt. || The thrill of modern romance. || How to use your arms. || Hair crisis of note. || It’s called My Neighbour’s Car Alarm. || Dinosaur migration. || When you fancy a relaxing stroll. || Cooking utensil of note. || Playdough surgery, an educational series. || When teeth explode. || Sleep well, dear reader. || A pixelated journey to the centre of the Earth. || “Simulates the texture, elasticity and feel of a real nipple.” || Why aren’t you keeping track of my tedious pretensions? || Playing dress-up, the modern way. || Babysitting scenes. || A basis for deportation. || The body snatcher of Los Alamos, a Twentieth Century horror story. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Airbag jeans, $499. || And finally, and because you’re all thinking it, does it throb?

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For newcomers and the nostalgic, some items from the archives:

His Skin Just Won’t Come Off.

Academic of pallor denounces “whiteness,” flaps his scented handkerchief.

Crumbs Made Her Unhappy.

Atlantic senior editor Honor Jones dislikes crumbs. And so, she got divorced.

Daddy’s Baggage.

Two-year-old boy likes footballs and tractors. Progressive father twitches.