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And This Is The Kind Of Sex I Like To Have

July 15, 2025 52 Comments

Or, Please Don’t Bore Our Staff And Customers With Your Weird Compulsions.

In which Madam applauds herself for her own feats of self-preoccupation:

Woman refuses to be professional at work and it’s your fault for being uncomfortable, conservatives. You made her turn down this job. pic.twitter.com/qW4vBsfSkr

— Σ𝕏ulansic 🦎 (@TTExulansic) July 15, 2025

Madam apparently needs us to know that she is “part of the LGBT+ community,” as if we should not only care but be endlessly fascinated, and insists that she needs “to find a workplace that is LGBT+ community friendly.” Quite what this might mean, practically, is not altogether clear, though the implications that come to mind are somewhat limited in their appeal.

As there are only so many ways in which tales of one’s sex life can be shoehorned into workplace conversation, I’m assuming Madam expects those around her to continually acknowledge some boutique complications of her all-important “identity” – fabulist pronouns, an imaginary themness, or something similar. Something very much about her, rather the task at hand.

We’ve been here before, of course:

If a job application includes imaginary pronouns and claims of themness, I think one could treat it as roughly equivalent to the words I like to shit on the carpet. Signalling, as it does, insufferable pretension or serious mental illness, or some unhappy combination of the two.

And that’s before we get to potential employees who announce with triumph how their “gender changes depending on the day, or week, or even depending on the hour,” necessitating the wearing of, and frequent changing of, colour-coded bracelets. Because they’re so complicated and fascinating, you see. At least compared to you. And which would oblige anyone within range of the Level-Nine Narcissism Field to use the fabulist pronouns chosen or invented for that particular day, week, or hour:

And so, we arrive at a situation in which employers and employees would be obliged to closely monitor the mood swings of their unhinged workmates, regularly checking pronoun-bracelets and pronoun-earrings, and other pronoun-stipulating accessories, as if they couldn’t possibly have anything better to do. Lest they be faced with some hair-trigger umbrage and operatic drama, or get summoned to the HR department and then scolded for being insensitive and insufficiently inclusive.

And a happy, utopian workplace would surely follow.

Madam, featured above, also boasts on TikTok of lying to the people offering her a job – specifically, regarding whether she’ll be willing to work at weekends, the employer’s busiest time – as if they, and other potential employers, couldn’t possibly stumble across such boasts of deception and register the implications.

Oh, and if this cake needs icing, Madam’s chosen slogans – the ones she shares on social media, where potential employers might see – include, and I quote, “I DON’T WANT TO WORK.”

In block capitals, naturally. Lest there be doubt.

Update, via the comments:

Chow Bag adds,

She makes herself unemployable (“I DON’T WANT TO WORK”) and then blames “conservatives and moderates” for her being unemployed.

Do they ever grow up?

Ah, but… but… Madam insists, quite emphatically, that she needs to “talk about my personal life.” At length and in detail. On work time. Apparently, it’s fundamental to her “queer” identity. And yet, shockingly, employers – people trying to run a business – don’t regard that as a priority.

How very dare they.

Update 2:

In the comments, Darleen adds,

This lady may think it’s her identity du jour that makes others uncomfortable (see? EVERYTHING revolves around her) but it’s her hypervigilant narcissism that screams “workplace disruption is her superpower.”

The expectation that employers and colleagues – and presumably customers – should want to hear about her sex life and political views – the expectation of deference, of continual validation – doesn’t bode well. As if a job at Little Caesars should be a backdrop to endless, flattering discussions about her “queer” identity and her “queer” politics, like an unending therapy session, but with more applause. With the spotlight forever on Little Miss Complicated.

“I’m not going to be in a workplace and not talk about my personal life… to make you comfortable,” says she. “That’s not how it works.”

And yes, today’s word is irony.

Via Dicentra.

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Academia Anthropology Parenting Pronouns Or Else

His Tiny, Delicate Hands

July 8, 2025 74 Comments

And speaking of not-at-all unbalanced cross-dressing men:

A trans-identified male sports coach who was previously at the centre of multiple controversies at a Gettysburg, Pennsylvania high school, has boasted in a fetish forum to having sent his homemade porn to a member of the school board in order to fulfil his “exposure fetish.”

That would be this chap here, Mr Sasha Yates, whose behaviour didn’t appear to concern the progressive ladies who rushed to his defence to ensure he kept his job after initial complaints. And thereby kept his access to the schoolgirls’ changing rooms, where a bewigged Mr Yates paraded around in his own bra and panties, much to the girls’ discomfort, and while asking those teenage girls about their underwear and menstrual cycles.

The same progressive ladies who denounced as “hate” and “transphobia” any expression of concern, and who elevated themselves with the airing of modish views, their ostentatious displays of inclusivity, while screwing over the schoolgirls being harassed by a cross-dressing creep. Because in the Progressive Pecking Order, expressing discomfort with sexual boundary violations is terribly low-status when the culprit is a man pretending to be a woman.

Or as one progressive lady put it, following complaints of disturbing behaviour,

And what better place to feel uncomfortable than your school? You have guidance counsellors and nurses and teachers and people you can confide in.

I’ll give you a moment to process that one. To savour the implications.

To those of us less practised in progressive dissembling, the above would seem to translate as, “It’s okay for the teenage girls in our care to be creeped on repeatedly by a cross-dressing pervert, and consequently left feeling violated and upset, because we have guidance counsellors. And a box of tissues. Also, cross-dressing perverts are very fashionable right now.”

That these sentiments were expressed with great confidence – by a woman – and were left entirely unchallenged by the reporter – also a woman – is quite a thing. It does, I think, tell us something about progressive priorities and which groups are deemed of much less importance.

Still, at least we can savour the irony of claims by Mr Yates’ defenders that we should look at “her [sic] character, not her [sic] gender…”

Readers may recall that Mr Yates’ homemade pornography – which he saw fit to send to a concerned parent, as one does – featured our burly cross-dresser using a kitchen sink as erotic apparatus, and while smoking methamphetamine and asking, coquettishly, “Am I a good meth whore?” A question that every parent hopes to hear from someone entrusted with the care of their children.

Following his self-inflicted exposure and subsequent resignation, supposedly for “ongoing health reasons,” Mr Yates took to a fetish forum to boast of his “coming out” as a “meth whore” – thereby titillating others with an “exposure fetish” – and while simultaneously positioning himself as the victim of a cruel, unfeeling world:

Since this happened, I have not been able to find employment. I apply for jobs but don’t even get an interview.

Nature is healing, buddy.

Mr Yates is currently seeking employment as a “transsexual escort.” “I am,” says he, “definitely interested in being pimped out to as many men as possible.”

Again, words that every parent longs to hear.

Whether the schoolgirls whose underwear so intrigued Mr Yates, or their parents, are likely to receive an apology from the school district, or from any of the progressive ladies who dismissed their concerns and accused them of bigotry, remains unclear.

Above, Mr Yates being affirmed by progressive ladies.

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Anthropology Politics

Explaining Civilisation

July 1, 2025 121 Comments

And in thriving multiculturalism news:

Exactly zero men who would loiter near schools to harass or sexually assault young girls will be deterred by a power point presentation. If that’s not innately unthinkable to you, no amount of talk will make it so and you simply have no place in civilization. https://t.co/5Beehg9EGK

— Hunter Ash (@ArtemisConsort) June 27, 2025

From the Telegraph piece in question:

Officers have drawn up a PowerPoint presentation for asylum seekers in hotels on the key points of “UK culture” which they are told they should respect. It includes recognising that women “have the same rights as men,” so “must be treated with respect and courtesy.” They are also told that violence of any kind is “not acceptable,” which is emphasised by being capitalised in the presentation.

Ah, capital letters. That should do it.

The unhappy statistics quoted in the article – say, that illegal migrants from Afghanistan are 22 times more likely to commit sex offences – will melt away in no time. And the fact that remarkably similar patterns are found in other European countries suddenly drenched in vibrancy is something that will doubtless just sort itself out.

The uninvited newcomers – chiefly, it seems, men of fighting age and all mysteriously unencumbered by identifying documents – are given helpful pointers on the customary use of pavements and pedestrian crossings, and are warned about the hazards of randomly strolling through moving traffic on busy roads. They are also introduced to the novel concepts of avoiding foul language in public and not abusing animals for amusement purposes.

Other teething problems have, it seems, arisen:

The initiative by Northamptonshire Police followed community and parental complaints over young male asylum seekers loitering near a primary school in the county, including claims of filming.

Not loitering at the gates of primary schools in order to film small children being another cultural subtlety requiring clarification.

The police presentation, obtained under freedom of information laws, warns migrants against taking photos and videos. Its disclosure comes just days after a 29-year-old Afghan asylum seeker tried to defend his rape of a 15-year-old Scottish schoolgirl by citing cultural differences and a language barrier.

Lawyers for Sadeq Nikzad, who entered the UK illegally on a small boat in 2023, told the court that he had not been educated about the significant cultural differences between the UK and Afghanistan. He was jailed for nine years for the sex attack, in Falkirk town centre.

Last week the Telegraph revealed that foreign nationals are responsible for more than a quarter of convictions for sex assaults on women.

As I’m sure you’d agree, it’s all going terribly well.

Readers will, of course, recall Finland’s answer to such sudden-onset vibrancy – namely, the please-don’t-rape-me dance, performed below.

Finnish socialist women dance to ask fake asylum seekers not to sexuaIIy abuse European women. Socialist women are a problem. pic.twitter.com/PtIwNRpwx9

— RadioGenoa (@RadioGenoa) April 27, 2025

As a yardstick of civilisational self-destruction, and dark farce, it’s quite a thing. As is the pernicious conceit, so fashionable among Our Betters, that if only we were kinder and more thoughtful, if only we fretted more and were somehow more accommodating, and if only we’d stop noticing, these things would just go away.

As illustrated during last year’s tribal rioting:

There’s also a weird air of displacement, of vehemently resenting those who notice the problem. And so, we get claims like this one, in which BBC broadcaster Dan Snow denounces as “stunningly racist” even the suggestion that incompatible tribes exist. Because Mr Snow feels they shouldn’t exist, that they somehow ought not to. And so, magically, they don’t. And only Very Bad People would say they do.

And from the same, what one might regard as a telling detail:

The idea that there may be very real physical constraints on some favoured policy – that reality may not comply with half-baked theory – seems entirely alien to Mr Snow. An attitude not uncommon among his progressive peers, and which may help explain the lively events currently underway in several British cities.

Mr Snow, since you ask, is married to the philanthropist Lady Edwina Louise Grosvenor, daughter of the sixth Duke of Westminster, one of the country’s richest landowners, with an estimated fortune north of £7 billion. Needless to say, Mr Snow does not live in, or anywhere near, the kinds of “diverse” neighbourhoods now being trashed and terrorised by competing tribes.

Tribes that apparently shouldn’t exist.

The unrealism of such people and their peers, Our Betters, has created a problem on a vast scale and which is dire in its implications – a problem that they are apparently unwilling to fix or even clearly identify. And so, they retreat further into unrealism and absurdity – with PowerPoint presentations on not abusing animals and please-don’t-rape-me dances – while expecting others – those on whom they’ve inflicted the problem – to become unrealistic and absurd too.

It’s the progressive way. In this and so much else.

Update, via the comments:

One of the consequences of massive, indiscriminate immigration – equivalent to the entire population of Sheffield, every year – is that it radically alters the general mood of those on whom this demographic transformation is being imposed. One might, for instance, aspire to the role of gracious host, as it were, of making newcomers feel welcome. But this ideal presupposes an immigration policy that is limited and selective, and in which newcomers have good reason to feel lucky – and grateful.

The graciousness of the locals, the ideal, depends on the notion that the host country is regarded as something special, a desirable thing, something worthy of respect.

But massive, indiscriminate immigration undermines that ideal. If seemingly anyone can walk in and demand goodies, any ill-mannered flotsam of the world, and if they can do so with no discernible sense of gratitude, or any expectation of such, and with no apparent regard for the norms and values of the host society, as if they were unimportant, then the indigenous population may feel they have little reason to be gracious. Indeed, being gracious may be something of a struggle.

I realise that even the idea that the locals might dare to think in such terms – of being the gracious host – is, for some, anathema, a basis for tutting and scolding. But the sense that the value of one’s society – one’s home – is being pissed away, sold off cheap, is not a promising basis for coexistence.

And yet here we are.

Doubtless there are progressives who would regard the ‘gracious host’ attitude as wickedly hierarchical and ‘othering’, or even racist. But I suspect it’s how quite a few people process a sudden influx of newcomers, regardless of the gasping of lefties. I suspect that something along those lines is a necessary precondition of any subsequent coexistence. A social lubricant.

And were I to relocate to, say, South Korea, I think I would feel much like a guest – and feel a corresponding obligation to be on my best behaviour. Possibly on an indefinite basis. I very much doubt I’d feel entitled to disregard queueing norms, or to, quite literally, shit on the doorsteps of the indigenous.

But hey, maybe that’s just me.

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Anthropology Free-For-All

Striving For Diversity

June 25, 2025 104 Comments

And so you must be excluded:

It means they’re holding you responsible for their out-of-control feelings and they’re hoping you’re tolerant and kind enough to let them call you intolerant and unkind.

It’s a pathetic power move from life’s losers meant to turn your own morals against you.

It’s one of the…

— Porkulence (@Porkulence) June 25, 2025

A discussion ensues.

Update, via the comments:

It must be quite strange to inhabit a milieu in which the normal meanings of words are either ignored or inverted. By people who aspire to be professional writers. Communicators of ideas.

Such that safety translates as a compulsory and intensely neurotic following of very narrow ideological fashion.

A social environment in which celebrating diversity means pointedly and gleefully excluding anyone we suspect of possibly have differing opinions on something or other, whether expressed or not, and doing so in ways that, to others, those less progressive, seem petty and weird.

Something along those lines.

Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.

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Anthropology His Pretty Nails Politics

Drag Queen Incongruity 2

June 19, 2025 30 Comments

Further to this, which some of you are still processing – understandably, I suppose – I do have more. Complete with wearied question:

Who actually enjoys this? Serious question, who enjoys watching this stuff? It’s not even a morality question or whatever. It’s who the hell finds this entertaining? https://t.co/f3sA7wytqx

— Gary (@plzbepatient) June 18, 2025

In the subsequent thread, the term humiliation ritual is deployed.

Not unfairly, I think.

Other questions include “Is this real?”

Update, via the comments:

In reply to the question immediately above, EmC notes this,

It occurred on June 18, 2025, celebrating a resolution honouring Black drag history,

And asks,

Er… why?

It does, I think, raise the question of whether further resolutions, and further transvestite vamping, will be required for drag queens of other racial and ethnic groups. Lest some drag queens feel insufficiently included and affirmed.

Hm. I suspect today may be a day of many questions.

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