In educational news:

No, wait. Let’s not rush to conclusions.

However, I think we can walk towards said conclusions at a fairly steady pace.

Since you ask,

Because naffly suggestive pseudonyms are exactly what you hope for at a kindergarten. In this case, at Mildred B. Poole Elementary School.

The educator in question, whose actual name has not been disclosed, took to social media to express his indignation at being asked not to wear his false tail at work. “People wanna be straight up pearl clutching bitches,” he said, in a teacherly manner. Among images of stabbed and bleeding teddy bears, and while describing himself as a “butt-sniffing wolf bitch.”

Parents also suggested that a cross-dressing kindergarten teacher wearing mini-skirts, a BDSM dog collar and black fishnet stockings was, all things considered, a tad inappropriate.

However, despite this assumed imperviousness to normal consequences, the educator in question has since been removed from his paid proximity to children.

Previously in the world of suboptimal hiring decisions.

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Some theories, in a sequence.

First up, Dr Daisy Dixon, a philosopher of art at Cardiff University:

my theory is that a reason these men don’t like tattoos on women is because it’s an outward sign of creative agency and self-ownership – it signals that the woman’s body is hers and no one else’s – it aesthetically undermines and rejects men’s felt entitlement to our bodies 🖤 https://t.co/EwlxW9oxHQ

— Dr Daisy Dixon (@daisyldixon) February 15, 2026

Then, a less lofty and perhaps more plausible take by Tim Newman:

For me it reflects poor decision-making which is downstream of poor judgement. Not something you really want in a relationship. https://t.co/9U2u4Y2OG0

— Tim Newman (@whitesundesert) February 16, 2026

And Devon Eriksen offers this, which you may want to read in full:

There is a sort of woman who is deeply and personally offended that Men don’t like Thing.

And she always has Theory.

Theory is about how Men don’t like Thing because they are Bad. All of this is explained by Story.

Story might be plausible, and make sense, but it’s one of… https://t.co/ROC5Bab0wR

— Devon Eriksen (@Devon_Eriksen_) February 15, 2026

I should add that there may in fact be more than one Daisy Dixon. But still.

And because you like footnotes.

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Update, via the comments:

Liz directs us to a Guardian article, adding, not unreasonably,

Indeed, the article in question, by Ms Sangeeta Pillai, “a writer, podcaster and feminist activist” who “grew up in a Mumbai slum,” is, one might say, an example of concentrated Guardian. By which I mean, contrived to the point of being perverse. As readers may deduce from the headline:

In what follows, Ms Pillai informs us of how she is “exhausted by the pointless stream of politeness” – say, when buying coffee. “I now find myself saying thank you at least 10 times a day and sometimes many more,” says she.

And so, we arrive at the framing of routine courtesy – thanking a shop assistant for being helpful, or a waiter for bringing your meal, drinks, etc – as “incessant ‘thank you’ culture.” Something to be dispensed with – banned, even. Because that normal social lubricant – acknowledging others in a tiny but agreeable way – is just too much effort, apparently. Exhausting, to be precise.

Says Ms Pillai, mockingly,

Well, a few months ago, I was wafting around a department store, searching for some new shirts, but with only a vague idea of what it is I wanted. A young woman took maybe fifteen minutes of her time to help me find exactly what I was looking for, with several pleasing surprises. The idea of not thanking her for her help, her eye, and her ability to decode my half-arsed attempts to describe what I had in mind, strikes me as rude, gratingly so. That the young woman was being paid by an employer was, in context, immaterial.

Yet this is what’s being proposed. Adding specks of grit to normal social interactions. Because everyone wants a working day that’s just that little bit shittier.

Commenter Ccscientist adds,

While Fred the Fourth quotes Robert Heinlein:

And that’s before we get to the wearyingly common phenomenon – not least in the Guardian – of tone-deaf columnists who boast of their immigrant status as if it were a credential, a basis for deference, while lecturing the indigenous on the supposedly profound inadequacies of the country to which they have migrated, and in which they choose to remain. Those allegedly fatiguing customs of civility.

As if that in itself weren’t obnoxious.

And at a time when the coarsening of social interaction, a swell in casual rudeness, due in large part to the behaviour of new arrivals, is very much on the minds of a great many people.

A reminder, should one be needed, that we live in an age of ironies:

WATCH: Community defenders stop an out of state vehicle at the filter blockade, run the plate through a database, and confirm whether the vehicle is affiliated with abductors before letting it through. pic.twitter.com/20ygmoclDt

— jerrynmn1 (@jerrynmn12) February 2, 2026

“Papers, please. I see you’re not from around here.”

Update, via the comments:

Rafi adds,

Well, you’d think that on just a thematic level there might be some dim flickering. But apparently not. And so we get psychological misfits setting up their own checkpoints and harassing random drivers.

EmC asks, not unfairly,

They do seem to think they’re in charge of who may travel where, which laws may be enforced, or indeed broken, and which election results can be ignored.

And doubtless other things.

Update 2:

Just in case the above isn’t sufficiently telling:

BREAKING – A Black ICE agent is going viral after asking a leftist if they are a man, causing leftists around him to crash out and call the agent a “house n*gger” as they drive off. pic.twitter.com/qaSYsK0C8q

— Right Angle News Network (@Rightanglenews) February 3, 2026

Note the epithet chosen by these, like, totally anti-racist titans.

Update 3:

With a hint of incredulity, commenter Aitch adds,

Ah, yes, but those murderers, armed robbers and child molesters add so much local colour. They’re the lynchpins of the community.

In the searchable archive linked above, there are, I note, 75 pages of illegal criminal migrants – close to 1,000 perpetrators – under the child molestation category alone.

But hey, you fight the power, man.

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I fear we’ve been neglecting the arts. We must correct that immediately, lest we be mistaken for heathen savages. And so, via Mr Treesong, here’s Los Angeles choreographer Shoji Yamasaki and his mimetic convulsions:

Shoji Yamasakı is a pertormance artist behind the ongoing project Littered Mvmnts. He studies trash caught in the wind, and translates their erratic movement into precise, choreographed performances. pic.twitter.com/y7IpjgT2pC

— Interesting As Fuck (@interesting_aIl) January 24, 2026

Hey, you’ll get what you’re given and like it.

Mr Yamasaki describes himself as,

Which perhaps tells us much of what we need to know.

As the Littered Mvmnts project, of which the above is but a sample, is ongoing, additional convulsions can be had here.

Details of Mr Yamasaki’s other, less acclaimed works are also available.

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