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School In the Morning

May 26, 2024 244 Comments

From the recent batch of Ephemera – Chloe makes these videos because he wants you to relax:

“Chloe”, a man who identifies as transgender, makes ASMR videos dressing up in women’s and girls’ clothing. One depicts a violent abduction and torture fantasy.
Some videos are aimed at children.
Chloe is allowed to use facilities for women and girls. pic.twitter.com/DmoNeSWOLk

— Genevieve Gluck (@WomenReadWomen) May 23, 2024

The above features highlights from a video titled Psycho Girlfriend Kidnaps You.

You are feeling relaxed, aren’t you?

Perhaps you’d prefer some roleplay about a bra-fitting appointment.

Hey, I’m just giving you options.

Oh, and our whispering wonder’s Instagram account is a heady mix of seductive pouting, décolletage, and filters working overtime. He also wants us to know that women have no reason to be wary of gentle lady-beings such as himself.

It’s possible he’s not being entirely honest.

For the adventurous, an OnlyFans option is also available.

Via Genevieve Gluck.

I expect to be busy for a couple of days, so consider this an open thread.

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May 24, 2024 131 Comments

Sex scene. || Soccer rethought. || An “activity book” for six-year-olds. || Our betters discuss crime. Alternative positions here, here, and here. || Keep ’em coming. || Cultural commentary. || Job candidate. || Don is a spankologist. || Downdraught detected. || If you don’t date trans people, you’re a “transphobe,” but if you do, you’re a “fetishist.” || Today’s word is tarsorrhaphy. || She has a wand. || He was approached by a Venusian while he was washing the dishes. || Low-meat diets and mental illness. || Décor. || Sweet dreams. || One for devotees of cheesy, low-budget trash. || Chloe wants you to relax. || “What is going on, New York?” || Nick of time. || A game about underpants. || Family fun times. || Young love, first kiss. || And finally, in good-fortune news, finders keepers.

Update, via the comments: A musical interlude, on the word dildo.

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The Bedlamite Contagion

May 22, 2024 93 Comments

Quoted below, extracts from a conversation that in many circles would result in much hissing and flailing of limbs, but which, it seems to me, very much ought to be had:

I was going along with “trans women are women,” not because I believed it, but because I thought it was the kind thing to do. And I couldn’t see the harm. And [then]… I realised we were supposed to believe that trans women were women. I didn’t think any of us really believed it. I thought we were all just pretending. So when I realised that we were supposed to believe that trans women are women, that’s when I stopped pretending that I believed it…

It’s captured everything. This ideology – this crazy, insane ideology that has no grounding in reality – has captured… every institution. It’s in schools, it’s in mainstream media, it’s everywhere… and it’s utterly absurd… Denying the existence of the mental illness doesn’t help those who suffer from the mental illness. All it does is prevent them from getting the necessary care.

It’s not a sign of good mental health for a man to want his penis inverted and turned into an open wound that he has to dilate for the rest of his life. That’s not evidence of a sound mind…

The reason that we’re forbidden – the reason they went on this de-psychopathologising campaign – which was WPATH, the organisation I wrote the report about – the reason that they did that is they wanted to destigmatise transgender identities. I understand that… But the answer is not to deny the existence of the mental illness… Let’s say there’s a stigma attached to being schizophrenic. The answer is not to deny the existence of schizophrenia. That would not help schizophrenic people at all. And the same thing goes with gender-related issues…

In any other branch of medicine, doctors would ask why. If you saw a sudden, 5000% increase in young people with bipolar disorder, the mental health world would investigate immediately… If you saw a 5,000% increase in girls suffering from anorexia, immediately we would want to know – what was that trigger, what is causing this? And yet, with gender, the 5,000% increase happens and nobody says a thing. Everybody’s pretending that it’s perfectly normal and healthy. Why? Because… it’s gender. You’re not allowed to question anything. You can only celebrate.

It’s almost as if we’re supposed to celebrate a 5,000% increase in teenage girls showing up at gender clinics and wanting their breasts cut off.

From the following video, in which Andrew Gold talks with the formidable Mia Hughes, author of The WPATH Files, about pseudoscience, malpractice, and experiments on children.

 

It’s a forty-five-minute watch, but there’s plenty to chew on. Much that could be quoted. I should point out that the later sections of the interview, which explore surgical affirmations, or as one surgeon puts it, “creating body types that do not exist in nature,” does get a little vivid, and indeed surreal.

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May 20, 2024 173 Comments

For newcomers, some items for the archives, on a loosely health-related theme.

The Very Best Of Hands.

“Equity” woo comes to Canada’s Royal College of Physicians and Surgeons.

Given the sweeping nature of the demands, the absence of any kind of realistic and meaningful argument, with actual points of fact that one might address, is a tad curious. Instead, we get a list of seemingly arbitrary words, among which, “colonisation, slavery, and white supremacy.” Oh, and “settler colonialism, heteropatriarchy, capitalism, ableism, classism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia…” Needless to say, the list is quite extensive, though not particularly illuminating. Less an explanation as an incantation. Magical words. With which to conjure contrived, pretentious guilt. A kind of modish neuroticism.

We are, however, told that the priorities of physicians, nurses, and medical administrators should be less about “professionalised knowledge,” those drug dosages and such, and more about “lenses of social justice.” These allegedly corrective lenses will “allow physicians to more effectively engage in… social change.” Suitably re-educated, their mentalities rewired, medical workers will have “bidirectional relationships with… the land.”  Which is obviously what you want when that itchy rash won’t go away. 

Get Thee Behind Me, Mr Kipling.

The trauma and violation of being offered a slice of cake.

The grown adult quoted above is Professor Susan Jebb, employed by the University of Oxford to think deeply on matters of diet, and current chair of the Food Standards Agency. For our disapproving academic, the workplace is akin to a “smoky pub,” due to the occasional presence of cake, and therefore conjures – in her mind, at least – notions of “passive smoking.” Being offered a slice of cake during one’s coffee break is, it turns out, grounds for invoking victimhood.

Professor Jebb insists that her desire to make workplace cake-bringing taboo – and seen as something harmful and antisocial – is “not about the nanny state,” or, dare I suggest, some personal inadequacy. You see, the advertising of cakes and other confections – and the fact that they may be accessible in the workplace – is “undermining people’s free will.” Free will being demonstrated only by compliance with Professor Jebb’s New Rules Of Cake-Eating. And which is why, one assumes, this grown woman, a professional intellectual, can’t say no to a bit of sponge. 

Trust Me, I’m A Witchdoctor.

Guardian columnist denounces Western medicine as “outdated,” champions use of bush dung.

Apparently, modern medical science, with its oppressive Western paradigms, is insufficiently deferential to “our ways of knowing, being and doing.” We must, says Ms Blow, “embrace all knowledge systems.” “Our unique lens, which views health as holistic and all-encompassing, has often been ignored or worse, considered inferior,” Ms Blow informs us. Well, not everyone is happy trusting their recovery to healing songs and delusions of aboriginal sorcery, and there’s only so much you can achieve by pushing crushed witchetty grubs into a person’s ear.

Despite attempts to romanticise aboriginal medicine, the persistent differences in health and lifespan rather speak for themselves. If aboriginal approaches, untainted by “colonial organisations,” are so praiseworthy and desirable, one wonders why aboriginal people suffer from alarming rates of diabetes, cancer, tuberculosis, chlamydia, and any number of other afflictions – from cardiovascular problems to hearing loss and disastrous oral hygiene. And the less contact they have with the “biomedical models” that so offend Ms Blow, the more pronounced the disparities seem to be. Being “disruptive” and “the antithesis of colonial” doesn’t appear to be working out awfully well.

By all means, consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.

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A Simple Thing, Made Worse

May 18, 2024 69 Comments

Lifted from the comments, a little elaboration on an Ephemera item from yesterday. Specifically, an everyday scene from Ruislip, Greater London:

Queuing means the old, small and weak are treated fairly. Not all cultures queue. I saw this living abroad. pic.twitter.com/XAXOY5n5uq

— Larry Lemon (@larrylemonmaths) May 13, 2024

Note that the would-be bus passengers, the ones accustomed to queuing and now looking on in weary dismay, have varied shades of skin.

As Rafi adds in the comments,

But you’re not meant to notice the downgrade. 

Quite. And the fact that mentioning the degradation may result in scolding or social punishment of some kind is itself part of the degradation. Plenty of people are itching to seize upon any such transgression, thereby asserting their own high status. Above the likes of you.

And so, quite a lot of people who don’t much care about the skin tone of those doing the pushing and jostling, but who do think that politeness and queuing are good things, things that a society shouldn’t lose, are, by many progressives, pushed into the category of Incorrigible Bigot, as invalid by default. As if the grievance, the stated issue – “queuing means the old, small, and weak are treated fairly” – could only be about the pigmentation of the players, not their actual behaviour, to which attention has been drawn.

And with those who prefer politeness suitably cowed or demoralised, the degradation continues.

It should, I think, be pointed out that this suppressing and demoralising effect, the adding of insult to injury, has not gone unnoticed by many of those keen to do the suppressing and demoralising.

Some years ago, I mentioned a car journey in which, for reasons that escape me, I was distractedly listening to BBC Radio 4’s Loose Ends – a sort of whimsical revue of chat, music, and substandard stand-up. The generic left-leaning comedian of the week, whose name I didn’t catch, was pleased by the taboos surrounding immigration and multiculturalism. Lots of code words were used – “Sun-reader,” and so forth – so that the disdain for working-class people and their fears wouldn’t be too overt.

The gist of the comedian’s punch line was, “Isn’t it hilarious that people who have concerns about mass immigration and failures to assimilate – the rapid and estranging transformation of their neighbourhoods – now have to be quiet because otherwise they’ll be called racists and possibly lose their jobs. Ha! We won!”

This triumphal non-joke – and it was blatantly triumphal – was deemed incredibly funny, or at least ideologically congenial, and much mannered clapping ensued. Of course, this was aired shortly before the uncovering of events in Rotherham and elsewhere, and before our immensely vibrant age of Congolese machete gangs.

And so, if that nice Mrs Wilson, the old dear two doors down, can no longer get on a bus, and dreads waiting for a bus because of the Third World scuffle that now ensues, and if she no longer feels she can complain about this without being thought racist, then this is totally fine, apparently. Indeed, it’s a basis for triumphal smugness by BBC comedians and BBC studio audiences.

Today’s word, since you ask, is alienation.

Update, via the comments:

sk60 adds,

Culture matters. Who knew?

Well, again, quite.

And the rate at which new arrivals materialise, their sheer numbers, will have an effect on how well, or how poorly, those new arrivals adapt to the customs and values of the host society. Indeed, it will have an effect on whether those new arrivals feel inclined, or obliged, to make any such attempt.

Which brought to mind this:

Regarding that allegedly “hostile” immigration policy, the number of net legal migrants for the past year has been the highest recorded, several times the level of three years ago, and is somewhere around 700,000. This figure is likely to be revised upwards, of course, as with previous years’ figures on immigration.

700,000 is equivalent to the entire population of Sheffield, by the way.

And yet, it seems we’re supposed to imagine that such massive, unprecedented immigration, seemingly indiscriminate immigration, both legal and otherwise, couldn’t possibly create problems. Things one might lament. Things lost and irretrievable.

If the word irretrievable sounds too emotive, consider the practicalities in the bus stop video. How does the customary courtesy prevail – how does it reassert itself – against a jostling mass of rude people? People whose attitude is screw the rules – and by extension, screw everyone else. The considerate, including the elderly or frail or physically unimposing, will either have to start jostling too, or just stand back in muted dismay and wait for the next bus. Probably in the hope that the same thing doesn’t happen, or happen quite so badly.

So, one more time. Some things, when lost, may be irretrievable.

And note, as in the case linked above, the progressives loudly denouncing as “hostile” any reservations about massive, unselective immigration can in the very next breath bemoan “societal breakdown,” as if the two things couldn’t ever, under any circumstances, be related.

Our betters, you know. They say so themselves.

Update 2:

Oh, to be in Portugal.

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