I got nothin’, so here’s some quick commentary on pieces from better bloggers.
No fatties in da club. (Stacy McCain rolls with the Chicago Manual of Style, so I’ve taken the liberty of “correcting” his spelling. I’m street like that). Tl;dr — some rapper says a “plus-sized model” can’t come to his bash at a Miami nightclub; feminist outrage ensues. Some things feminists aren’t outraged about: The fact that said rapper has five children by five different women; that at least two of the women are suing him for being a catastrophic, possibly abusive, deadbeat dad; pretty much everything else about “hip-hop” culture. For some reason, as McCain says.
Having been in and around academia for many long years, I’m used to it, but you all still probably find it shocking how naive ivory tower people are. One could probably do some digging to illustrate the prep school / private college / grad school / tenure pipeline from which most academics emerge. That would explain the naivete, I suppose, but wouldn’t really bring it home. So let me illustrate. Your typical “African-American Studies” professor dresses like this:
In other words, like your typical White ivory tower nerd, with one ostentatious “African” affectation — an Afro, a kufi, an African colors tie. Maybe he goes nuts and wears a dashiki to the back-to-school faculty mixer, but that’s about it. Google up “black Americans,” though, and you get:
I specifically chose a non-incendiary photo from a self-proclaimed nonpartisan website (The Hill), that appears in a thumbsucking article about the plight of African-Americans. In other words, this is what your properly goodthinkful middle-class American is allowed to picture when she thinks about “African-American culture.”
Now, recall that your typical academic has more invested in hair dye, piercings, and tattoos on any given day than you did in your first car. They’re the most shameless poseurs in captivity, but none of them would be caught dead looking like the kids in that photo. No, it’s not that they’re worried about being accused of “cultural appropriation.” They love cultural appropriation, at least from that particular culture — ask Rachel Dolezal, Shaun King, et al. It’s that they wouldn’t have the first clue where to find this stuff. Their experience of actual Blacks — as opposed to professors of “African-American Studies” — is as brain-warpingly theoretical as their experience of “Trump voters,” “payroll jobs,” etc.
I guess in a strange way I’m letting McCain’s feminists off the hook. We read “no fatties in da club!” and we wonder what the big deal is. It’s a rapper behaving like a rapper, i.e. a cartoonish parody of African-American masculinity. I suggest that the feminists, being hothouse flowers that have never left the ivory tower, don’t actually know this. The only Blacks they’ve ever encountered have been in “African-American Studies” departments, which means they were future Af-Am Studies professors themselves.* And, of course, if you banned fatties in da faculty club, the teachers’ lounge would be a ghost town….
David Thompson’s commenters have the best nickname I’ve yet heard for Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. I was pretty proud of “incitatus Ocasio-Cortez,” but that’s nowhere near the comedic genius of “Chiquita Khrushchev.” I surrender, good sir; the field is yours.
That article deals with “Red Yenta,” an online dating site by and for Jewish (or wannabe-Jewish) communists in Brooklyn.
“I was complaining about how socialist men don’t date socialist women and it really bothers me,” Isser says
and it just goes downhill from there. Thompson gives us some highlights:
Libertarian socialist (28, she/her) seeks similar (27-35, he/him) to join forces against non-consensual power dynamics (capitalism, white supremacy, etc.)
Tall, tired communist seeking friends, casual dating… Likes: citrus fruit, weird music, using progressive stack to cut men off at meetings.
38, he/him, likes women… Maoism and Star Trek.
You will, I’m sure, be shocked to learn that
The yentas aren’t aware of anyone who’s found love through their accounts yet.
Having been around way more than my fair share of “red yentas” in my time (as you might expect, academia is chock-a-block with them), I can sign off on Martinian’s notion from yesterday’s post:
The place I really get off the bus, though, is with the butch lesbians …you can find one of them at the bottom of pretty much all of the nasty anti-normie stuff (racial, sexual, you name it) … I think it would be fascinating to do some kind of structural/comparative study between the role of court eunuchs in the Byzantine and Ottoman Empires and homosexuals in the modern/contemporary Western university system. My hunch has always been that such people are primed to wield administrative power because they don’t need to spend hours of time and emotional energy on familial/romantic matters, and also because they’re bound to have strong in-group loyalties.
There it is. Admitting a lesbian to your academic department is tantamount to making her the dictator (admitting two is a guaranteed civil war). It’s one of the reasons I got out, frankly. Even the extremely limited interaction I had with faculty politics showed me that lesbians, as the Leftest of the Left, win for the same reasons the Left does out in the real world — they have more energy, bile, and above all time than you do. You simply can’t spend every waking minute fighting for a minor wording change in subparagraph 2(a)(iv) in the Official Faculty Statement of Concern about the Environmental Impact of Narwhal Farts. They can, and do. It’s their life, in a way Normals just can’t grok. Think about that kid you knew who was waaaaaay too into Dungeons and Dragons, or the guy in your office who breaks down film on preseason games for hours because his fantasy football draft is coming up. Now, imagine someone who is like that about everything — who can’t turn it off, even if she wanted to (and she will never, ever want to).
That’s who’s running every academic department in the American university system… and that’s the kind of person who’s trying to find love on “Red Yenta.”
Did I mention that college is like $35K per year nationwide now? Send your kids! TOTALLY worth it.