Where employers must accommodate impossible pregnancies:

A lot of people have struggled to believe me when I say that the Australian Human Rights Commission is giving pregnancy protections in law to men who claim to be woman, because it’s so stupid it’s hard to believe anyone would say it.

Enjoy: pic.twitter.com/IveqVhN9KG

— Sall Grover (@salltweets) May 26, 2026

One more time. When you surrender to the lie, complications will ensue.

There may be perfectly rational reasons not to employ a cross-dressing man. Practical workplace complications, bathroom use, likely mental health issues, not wishing to participate in someone else’s psychodrama, things of that kind. A fear of him becoming pregnant is not, I’d suggest, one of them.

Previous adventures in the Land of Before Logic, where everything is terribly progressive, competitively so, can be found in the archives.

Among which, the “multicultural playgroup” in Sydney that’s all about “diversity” and “celebrating difference,” and which therefore turns away four-year-olds and their mothers for being “too white.” And where parents of suspicious pallor are promptly interrogated by staff on their “cultural background.”

And we mustn’t forget the implausible sorrows of Ms Cindy Prior, an administrator at the Queensland University of Technology, who invoked the “trauma” of sweating when politely questioned by students about the need for racially segregated computer labs.

Ms Prior, a woman of aboriginal descent, saw fit to seek damages of $250,000 from the students in court, where she claimed to have suffered “psychiatric injury” as a result of this enquiry. What with all the sweating. Ms Prior told the court that, such was her distress, she was “unable to continue working face-to-face with white people.” Ms Prior also objected to being “found ridiculous.”

Happily, her vexatious legal action, directed at three students, two staff members and the university itself, was not successful. It remains unclear whether anyone at the university belatedly realised that a job entailing the denial of access to computer resources on the basis of race – specifically, being white – might attract racists with personality disorders.

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In the comments, Pst314 and Dicentra steer us to new realms of niche woe:

An exchange of views ensues.

In which, Ms Taylor Lorenz, an “online culture journalist,” struggles with causality. Including the seemingly difficult concept that a heavy reliance on delivered takeaway, and the mindset that implies, may have some bearing on how little cash one has left at the end of the month. And so, via some contortion, we arrive at the conceit that preparing a simple meal, even a packed lunch, is a physical impossibility for those deemed downtrodden.

Readers may note that, during the exchange, the more excuses that Ms Lorenz conjures into being, the more she pretends to care, the less she sounds like an actual person so much as a weird programme that’s been left running.

Despite Ms Lorenz’s pretence of cosmopolitan expertise, there’s no sense at any point in the exchange that the topic has actually been thought about, autonomously, poked at from various angles. Her mouthings merely suggest someone who’s memorised some pre-approved excuses for suboptimal behaviour. I don’t believe that any actual thinking has taken place.

Instead, there’s a sense that Ms Lorenz has merely recalled the mouth sounds that will denote some fashionable stance, an approved position, one selected well in advance of any mental activity.

Should any occur.

Update, via the comments:

Chow Bag adds,

When not dining out, that is.

At risk of sounding insufficiently sensitive, I’d suggest that if your life is so disorganised that you use delivered-to-the-door takeaway services for the bulk of your meals, week after week, in ways you cannot afford, then the problem, the actual problem, is your being so disorganised.

Readers will note how Ms Lorenz has to add implausible and contradictory complications to bolster her assertion.

And so, not only are these weirdly incompetent young people all working double shifts, every day, every week, but they’re also elderly and disabled and unable to operate a hob or reach for kitchen utensils. And they’re so pressed for time, so downtrodden, that they can afford to spend half of their food budget on dining out in restaurants.

As one does.

I doubt it’s ever occurred to Ms Lorenz that, by excusing foolish, unaffordable behaviour and the habitual displacement of responsibility, by encouraging the cultivation of victimhood, she’s making poverty more likely, and more likely to persist.

Her supposedly compassionate philosophy, such as it is, seems to be, “Carry on doing that really stupid thing. Just remember to blame other people for your own bewildering choices.”

Ms Lorenz has subsequently restricted who may reply to her assertions.

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I paraphrase, of course. Though not, I think, wildly:

The alleged harms of debate and the citing of statistics are not mere rudeness or a failure to flatter, but “lasting psychological damage.” Because statistics can do that, apparently.

What might constitute controversy in the minds of such implausibly delicate creatures is not made clear, though we are told that the terms “blind review,” “handicap parking” and “immigrant” were considered “harmful language” by Stanford University’s IT department. Which does rather suggest a kind of neurotic contrivance.

Humble, you say. We’ll get to that in a second.

You can guess where this one’s going.

And,

And what better gift to the world than imposing your own hang-ups and inadequacies on everyone else, quite emphatically, at every opportunity?

And then we arrive at this glorious conundrum:

The study, found here, informs us that those most keen to pre-emptively shut down discussion, including by vigorous means, also “rated themselves as higher in… empathy.”

The inversions of progressive “empathy” – and its routine departure from reality – have of course been poked at here before.

And regarding those claims of humility, nothing says, ‘I entertain the possibility that my assumptions may be wrong’ like forbidding any and all attempts at contradiction.

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Because you look starved of culture, I bring you the formidable figure of rap sensation Dajua Blanding, known to her admirers as Dank Demoss:

What’s her rap name? pic.twitter.com/OvrfklCc0R

— TaraBull (@TaraBull) April 26, 2026

Bonus points if you spotted the location of madam’s phone.

Keen-eyed readers may recognise Ms Demoss from her previous adventures in enormousness. Which seem to consist largely of harassing Lyft drivers fearful for their suspension.

For those erotically intrigued – and with a taste for what I can only describe as front arse cheeks – glamour shots are available.

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