Sabra at Trailer Park Paradise is as confused as I am by a great big heaping bowl of WTF? that is apparently circulating through the glurge pipes on the internets at the moment.
It's a list of traits "I am this and I am that, I do this and I do that... because I am a woman!" and the list of traits in question is just... bizarre. I get that she was trying to be cutesy and self-deprecating (or, as it's spelled on the internet, "self-depreciating") with some of them, but some of the ones she appears to list as positive are ones that belong in the DSM IV, not a Mother's Day card.
I mean, "I cry a lot more than you think I do. I care about people who don't care about me," describes a bipolar codependent, not Woman of the Year. It's stuff like this that makes me cry a lot more than you think I do, but mostly just tears of frustrated rage that it's illegal to choke the living crap out of people like her.
Anyway, I'll just be over here in the corner with Marie Curie and Grace Hopper, counting on our fingers because math is hard.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
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Don't despair. My college freshman daughter, majoring in mechanical engineering, reports that in the required liberal art class her freshman year it was the engineers (male AND female) against the touchy-feely liberals (male and female).
The engineers argued for equality of individuals before the law, rather than race-based preferences, and argued for gender-neutral standards for everything from military qualifications to state engineer certifications.
There is hope yet. And since the engineers get to design everything in the future, trust them to ignore the weepy needs of both psychologically weak females and metrosexual males.
You have to admit that "self-depreciating" is a pretty accurate description of what folks like this seem to be doing in that they are making themselves worth less.
My elder daughter watched the video where Peter Schiff stopped by OWS and announced that he was the 1%, talk to him. The only thing she could say was to ask if the incoherent young man who confronted him was on drugs, because she couldn't believe that anyone could be that stupid/naive without chemical assistance. So yes, I'd say there is hope for the next generation; it may just take some major winnowing.
metrosexual male = guy faking it 'cause he wants to get laid.
mikee: The problem is that the liberals go on to write the laws and regulations that the engineers have to follow, because the engineers are too busy building things to want to run for office. So the engineers end up having to the rules made by the people who don't understand reality or learn logic.
Also, the engineers generally have more sense than to get involved in politics.
Didn't this start in the transgender community? It's some new Age affirmation mantra/kirtan that is done.
I was listening to some community meeting on the "needs" of the transgender community where I live (you would think it would involve lower taxes, mandatory hooks in bathrooms, or at least pants on monkeys) and everyone who testified did this. "I'm a runner, a private pilot, I go to school, I stretch, I dance, I breath, I live!"
Part of the Modern Narrissim Movement. Only in America could mental illness be celebrated.
Shootin' Buddy
"I facepalm, I groan, I roll my eyes, I shrug my sholders, shake my head, and make a 'WTF' face while saying 'Really?... come on, seriously?' followed by an sigh of exasperation, and sometime by a double headdesk."
Those whose identity is inextricably tied into their gender have never taken time to consider who they are, or why.
And this criticism only seems mild.
metrosexual= closted homosexual
Sorry, the meme's listing doesn't sound actually femininely oriented.
http://bradsworldview.blogspot.com/2012/05/that-wimp-woman-meme.html
I honestly can't remember the last time I was whipped at my job... must be the wrong line of work.
Because voluntarily trading my labor and ideas for cash value that I can use to do whatever I want is exactly like slavery.
Yrro,
Okay, I'm lost. Where did the slavery thing come from?
@Tam
I'm sorry, it was in response to the article Brad K linked. I should have made that clearer, or responded on his blog.
After age 30 , self-depreciating is pretty accurate.
Ah well, at least you're just subjected to the 'cutesy and self-depreciating' type.
We of the masculine tendency are all apparently violent, thuggish, closet rapists, and whilst we're too damn stupid to be able to know how to clean an oven (those sprays are so complicated) or work the dvd we're also guilty of manipulating the poor wimmins and ethnics and ruling the world at the same time(?).
Whilst there are some (a very limited number) of traits that could be said to be gender linked it's generally safer to judge an individual .. erm, individually.
Oh, and I push the pull door - does this make me a metrosexual now? That and "I care about people who don't care about me" but that's family for you.
Oh, and we men can and do bleat just as well as you women. So there ;-p
I usually substitute "self-defecating," and it still reads ok.
...Am I the only one who sees some irony in the comments to a post deriding incoherent gender essentialism discussing incorrect/defective ways to be male?
As my niece the nuclear engineer says, "Damn right math is hard. Your reactors aren't going to engineer themselves so just keep paying for my motorcycle and gun collections and nobody will start glowing in the dark."
But...but...I thought EVERYBODY counted on their fingers...
Not quite on topic:
Face eating humans.
No kidding, what gun/ammo for face eating humans!!!, time to update the ol' taxonomy of modern dangers Tam!!
I need toes to get to twenty, but I was taught (experimented-on with) New-Math in California, so that type of career where numbers mattered was never an option - and now look at how our State runs...
Did anyone else think of this 1970s perfume commercial?
What, you can't count to 144 on your hands?
Jayson, I can count to 31 on one hand, but have trouble with losing my place if I try & use both hands to count to 1023.
Jason, methinks you're a grocer, or a son of a grocer. . .
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