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Pronouns Or Else The Thrill Of Women's Shoes

And In Shoe-Related News

December 3, 2024 139 Comments

This just in: 

A trans-identified male in Austria is appealing his conviction after stabbing his elderly caregiver with his high heels in retaliation for a perceived insult towards a Barbie doll he considers to be his “girlfriend.”

Yes, I know. It’s a lot to unpack.

The man, who was sentenced to 2.5 years in prison, has a violent criminal record and 12 previous convictions.

How many of those incidents were shoe-related, or involved insulted Barbie dolls, is unclear.

According to the Kleine Zeitung, the unnamed perpetrator, aged sixty and dubbed Franz, attacked his 81-year-old carer, punching him repeatedly and,

stabbing him in the head, chest, and hands, with his high-heeled shoes.

When subsequently appearing in court, Franz decided against wearing heels, perhaps wisely, and opted instead for “a chic sweater” and “delicate sandals.”

During his hearings, Franz had been permitted to hold a blonde Barbie doll, which he refers to as “Carina” and considers to be his girlfriend. 

Franz, since you ask, was diagnosed with “a severe personality disorder” and a tendency towards violence, but was considered “still sane.”

The doll was at the centre of the case, with Franz claiming that his caregiver “provoked” him by mistreating “Carina” due to jealousy over their “relationship.” Franz claimed his caregiver wanted to have sexual relations with him, something the aide denied.

The defendant also claimed that his fit of violent rage had been “provoked” by arguments over expenses, and his elderly carer’s failure to bring him toy cars, or any gifts for his small, plastic girlfriend.

Modernity, dear readers. It’s an acquired taste.

Previously in the world of transgender shoe-related crime.

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Parenting Pronouns Or Else

A Big, Hairy Princess

November 20, 2024 127 Comments

As a measure of where we are, culturally – and of the levels of pretending currently expected – this rather captures something: 

The mother of a young girl in British Columbia, Canada, is speaking out after a man in a pink, sparkly bikini – adorned with sparkles, frills and princess tiaras – was found showering in the female changing room of her local public pool. After reporting the man’s presence, she was told that the facility “welcomes and celebrates diversity.”

How terribly modern. How fashionably unhinged.

Angie Tyrrell of Saanich, BC… recounts she had brought her daughter, who was 10 at the time, and her daughter’s friend, who was 11, for a playdate at the pool, where she watched them from the sidelines. After the girls were done, Tyrrell waited for them in the bathroom area of the female changing room.

Moments later, the two girls returned, hurriedly, explaining in whispered tones that, “There was a man in the shower with us.” Ms Tyrrell promptly told the girls to get changed in a toilet stall, where privacy of a sort might be maintained.

Soon after, the man entered the bathroom area. Tyrrell witnessed a teenage girl with her top off immediately cover herself and flee into a toilet stall upon spotting him. There were numerous women and children in the room, and Tyrrell noted that they all instantly appeared to become uncomfortable and moved to hurriedly get dressed and disperse.

Tyrrell says the man, who was muscular and had a hairy chest and back, was wearing what appeared to be a pink child-like bikini, which was adorned with princess tiaras, sparkles, and frills.

Naturally enough,

After the girls were finished changing, Tyrrell approached the reception desk to alert staff that a male was in the female change room. 

However,

Tyrrell [said] staff were dismissive, even when she stated: “He’s wearing a child’s bikini, but he’s definitely a man.”

Unhappy about the front desk’s dismissal of her concerns, Ms Tyrrell contacted the pool’s management via email, resulting in some unexpected confusion:

Bree Dobler, the assistant manager of the facility, responded to Tyrrell in an email signed with “she/her” pronouns. In her first reply, Dobler didn’t appear to understand the problem, and seemed to simply believe there was a concern about the man’s bikini.

Presumably, on grounds that no-one, but no-one, could possibly object to a big, hairy, very male pervert lurking in a changing room intended for women and girls. So, obviously, it must be something else. Some kind of fashion issue.

Ms Dobler was keen to remind Ms Tyrrell and other unnerved ladies that the pool does provide the option of “single stall washrooms or changerooms for patrons… [who] want to maintain more privacy.” In other words, women and girls who would rather not shower in front of big, hairy perverts can always retreat and surrender territory to the aforementioned big, hairy perverts.

Women and girls, you see, being a lower priority.

It’s the progressive pecking order.

Know your place, ladies.

At which point, Ms Tyrrell, now somewhat incredulous, replied with a not unreasonable question:

Why should all of the women – who the women’s change facility is for – have to leave to accommodate a man?

This, however, prompted a more chiding response from the pool’s management, with Ms Dobler boasting, “We are proud to have a Diversity in Changerooms Policy in our centres,” and adding that patrons are welcome to use showers and changing facilities “where they feel most safe.” The ironies of this statement apparently passing undetected.

“Everyone’s gender identity and expressions are valid,” Ms Dobler insisted. “Our goal is to create an inclusive environment where everyone feels respected and valued.”

Readers will note that the word everyone is rather heavy with connotations and does not seem to include women and girls who aren’t overly keen on the intimate proximity of big, creepy men. Even if those big, creepy men are wearing sparkly bikinis intended for children.

If the above should be insufficiently surreal, do read the rest over at Reduxx.

Update, via the comments:

Aitch notes Ms Dobler’s gratuitous pronouns and quips,

First clue.

The ostentatious declaration of pronouns does, I think, communicate more than is perhaps realised. Sort of, I will happily pretend not to see the most glaring realities and obvious contradictions, and therefore cannot be relied upon.

Something along those lines.

Or simply, will lie.

Regarding the seeming obliviousness, the glib piety, of those inviting men into women-only spaces – and the kinds of men to whom such opportunities might appeal – Dicentra adds,

I don’t know if they genuinely don’t know or haven’t thought of it, or if they wouldn’t care if they did know.

Which brought to mind this recent illustration of the same phenomenon, in which obtuseness blurs into practised dishonesty:

I imagine much of his difficulty lies in the need to be seen holding fashionable and therefore statusful opinions, as determined by his peer group, and the illogical nature of the opinions currently in fashion. He wants to be seen as being “inclusive,” as he puts it, even though the consequent position is fundamentally incoherent.

And so we get the pinhead dance. According to which, cross-dressing men have every right to enter women’s changing rooms, and women who object can… er, choose not to use them. Or choose to flee, provided they do it politely. So as not to cause offence.

We must, it seems, be sensitive. Albeit unilaterally.

Again, the progressive pecking order. Adherence to which entails pretending one doesn’t know any number of rather obvious things.

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Media Pronouns Or Else The Thrill Of Women's Shoes

Footwear Enthusiast

November 10, 2024 180 Comments

And in shoe-related news:

A trans-identified male in Germany has been sentenced to an indefinite stay at a psychiatric ward as part of his sentence for exhibitionism and violent assaults on women.

Yes, I know. Another entry for our Thing That Never Happens file.

But first, a flashback:

In October of 2008, Klaus attacked a 52-year-old woman, violently pulling her to the ground and sitting on her in an attempt to try and pull her boots off her legs. According to a General Anzeiger report from the time, Klaus fled to the forest to try the boots on, at which point he got “real excitement.”

Don’t ask.

After being tracked down by police, investigators found a whole collection of women’s boots at his home. 

A pattern repeated upon his release, and hence a second, present-day appearance in court. But this time, with added kinks and complications:

The 56-year-old man from Troisdorf had to stand trial at the regional court in Bonn for threats, grievous bodily harm and exposing his penis to women on a train. But during the trial, the court had to weigh whether or not to pursue the charges against Klaus for exhibitionism due to his gender identity.

In Germany, only males can be charged with exhibitionism of the penis, and because Klaus identified as “female,” it was initially unclear whether the charge could apply to him.

Because this is where we are now. Or where the Germans are, at least.

Happily, the court decided that, as the gentleman, referred to only as Klaus, had not yet legally asserted his claim of being the opposite sex, the charges of exhibitionism were indeed applicable. And so, another spell in Bedlam.

Still, I suspect those new silicone pseudo-breasts, acquired between stays, may be some consolation.

Perhaps less happily,

Klaus was handed his sentence just one day before Germany’s new self-identification law came into force. He is now entitled to change his legal sex and be placed on a women’s ward at the psychiatric hospital he will be housed at.

A comfort to all concerned, I’m sure.

After all, what could possibly go wrong when housing with women a mentally ill man who likes to hold knives to women’s throats before stealing their footwear, and hoarding said footwear for sexual purposes? A man who delights in stalking women, assaulting them, and waving his tallywhacker at mothers with their young daughters.

A man who is referred to in the German media, somewhat surreally, as a woman, a she-person, despite being identified via the very male genetic material left at the scenes of his crimes.

Oh, and should you be concerned about the whereabouts of all those stolen items, fear not:

The defendant now hoards hundreds of boots and handbags in a large number of boxes; she had even taken her treasures with her to prison, where they were stored.

Her treasures, obligingly stored.

Update, via the comments:

Alice quotes this from the bizarrely misleading German news coverage:

Because she wanted to tear women’s boots off their feet, a woman – then still a man – was convicted in 2009.

She then adds, not unreasonably,

He’s still a bloody man.

Indeed. And for the women he robbed and assaulted, and the women and girls at whom he flashed his penis, it must be quite odd, and probably aggravating, to hear media reports of some entirely imaginary shoe-robbing, penis-flashing woman.

As noted here previously regarding a not dissimilar incident:

For the passers-by who intervened and overpowered Mr Beekmeyer, it must have been quite strange to see subsequent reports in which this shirtless man was referred to by the police and the media as a woman. As if their own, first-hand perceptions, from mere inches away, were somehow wildly and implausibly inaccurate.

And,

When a shirtless, deranged man – a man attacking a breastfeeding mother and her four-month-old baby – is referred to by the Vancouver Police Department, and the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, and the Vancouver Sun, as a woman – despite all video and photographic evidence – then we’re in surreal territory. And the mismatch of claim and reality is not neutral or benign. It is corrosive. Not least to any trust in the Vancouver Police Department, the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, and the Vancouver Sun – the probity of which is, necessarily, called into question.

But we live in unhinged times. In which observable reality is something to be ignored.

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The Progressive Dance

November 4, 2024 125 Comments

Lifted from the previous post, an excruciatingly obtuse discussion about wangs and women’s changing rooms. In which the very patient Warren Smith attempts to tease sense from a self-styled ‘Harris voter’.

Again, I say obtuse, but it’s more a matter of practised dishonesty:

 

Responding to the exchange above, Rafi adds, not unfairly, 

Anyone want to bet the ‘Harris Voter’ doesn’t have a daughter (or a wife)?

Mr Harris Voter does seem to be struggling with some very basic realities. Things that we, as a society, used to understand.

I imagine much of his difficulty lies in the need to be seen holding fashionable and therefore statusful opinions, as determined by his peer group, and the illogical nature of the opinions currently in fashion. He wants to be seen as being “inclusive,” as he puts it, even though the consequent position is fundamentally incoherent.

And so we get the pinhead dance. According to which, cross-dressing men have every right to enter women’s changing rooms, and women who object can… er, choose not to use them. Or choose to flee, provided they do it politely.  So as not to cause offence.

We must, it seems, be sensitive. Albeit unilaterally.

Maddening and slippery as Mr Harris Voter is, I think the exchange above is quite revealing. It does show the contortions required of the type. It also suggests that it would be unwise to rely on such creatures.

Ladies, they’ll sell you out in a heartbeat.

If nothing else, the exchange highlights how an urge to seem like a good and progressive person, a caring and inclusive person, can be entirely at odds with actual goodness or anything approaching coherence. Such that the pretence, the preoccupation with how one seems, if only to one’s equally pretentious peers, entails not caring – at all – about women and girls who would rather not share an intimate space with mentally ill men and opportunist perverts. 

As this chap says in reply to Warren Smith’s original post on X:

If you’re concerned with appearances, as I get the feeling this guy is, you will often be morally wrong in your pursuit of the appearance of being morally right.

This is not a trivial point.

Update, via the comments:

Oh, and if Mr Harris Voter’s opinions on What Women Should Be Happy To Put Up With sound vaguely familiar, you may be thinking of Mr Dolatowski, the cross-dressing chap mentioned here previously, and who insists that he isn’t “a threat if I use the bathroom,” and who tells us, emphatically, “I know I’m not a threat to anyone.”

Except, of course, to ten-year-old girls in supermarket toilets.

Update 2:

In the comments, EmC quotes Mr Harris Voter saying, “The reason I don’t care is because I don’t know that these situations are happening.”

She then adds,

It’s That Thing That Never Happens again.

Absolutely. To claim not to know about these things – to not know about any of them – as if the very idea were inconceivable and not an obvious and inevitable consequence – is quite an achievement. Of a sort. Though according to Mr Harris Voter, if any discomfort or conflict of interests should ever materialise – in theory, hypothetically – it will somehow be the fault of women. For not being sufficiently open-minded and progressive.

Liz quips,

I’m not surprised he didn’t want to show his face.

Well, indeed. This is someone who implies, quite strongly and more than once, that mothers who don’t want their six-year-old daughters exposed to the genitalia of cross-dressing men are somehow being uptight and selfish, and are therefore of limited importance. Compared to cross-dressing men who wish to impose themselves, intimately, on women and girls who may object. And often precisely because women and girls may object.

The mothers, we’re told, are “free to leave” their own toilets and changing rooms. Because their expectations of privacy and safety, and the safety of their children, are merely things that the mothers “choose to care about.” By insinuation, needlessly.

And how very dare they.

And so, Mr Harris Voter, our champion of human progress, is someone who would have us believe that the psychological gratification of the male interloper, his triumphant intrusion, is of at least equal importance to the rights of women not to be watched as they undress by some weird and creepy man who enjoys violating normal boundaries.

Again, it’s quite the mental dance. Yet so very much in fashion.

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The Unspanked Spread Joy

October 24, 2024 38 Comments

Or, His Unbeaten Ass. 

Yesterday, at UC Berkeley, that fiefdom of Our Betters, detransitioner and “former trans kid” Chloe Cole invited students to discuss the realities of sexual transition, a procedure she very much regrets.

However, expressing regret, or doubt of any kind, is apparently an outrage, a wickedness to be punished. And hence the grinning chap seen below, the one expressing himself via the medium of tomato juice:

Today at a @tpusastudents tabling event at UC Berkeley with Chloe Cole and Harrison Tinsley, this individual threw a full bottle of tomato juice all over the TPUSA chapter members, staff, and their table. @Harrisontinz @ChoooCole

VC: @uhneti pic.twitter.com/CTWd4rfpsm

— Turning Point USA (@TPUSA) October 23, 2024

“I’m not touching you,” says he. “I’m grabbing your phone.” 

Update, via the comments:

EmC asks, not unreasonably,

Can we mention the mental health problems yet?

I would guess that if you attempt it, even politely – at least, at Berkeley, that great seat of reason – you risk being assaulted by a spiteful, emotionally incontinent misfit. One clearly accustomed to impunity.

And that’s rather the thing, isn’t it?

If, for instance, I were considering whether to amuse myself by flinging tomato juice over people and over their computers and whatever, while grinning with satisfaction, I’d expect a not insignificant likelihood of consequently being punched in the face. This expectation is important.

The risk of being punched, vigorously, is important. It inhibits quite a lot of recreational malice.

And the assumption of being able to behave badly, malevolently, with impunity, as seen above, and as seen repeatedly and quite vividly here, is not, to my eye, progress.

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