“As parents, we need to ask ourselves whether we’re posting photos for our children or for ourselves. And if you’re posting it for yourself, wait a little bit before pressing the “share” button so you can really think about if it’s in your child’s best interest.”
18% of Democrats and 44% of Republicans believe that an armed revolution might soon be necessary to protect the “liberties” in this country. I suspect that “armed revolution” is a reference to some video game or a brand of ice-cream, so I’m not worried.
A new contribution to a collection of rants from unhinged Sanctimommies. Why don’t these freaks just go get a life, seriously?
“Yes. Yes. Children should learn about sexuality the same way they learn about nutrition and hygiene and families and being kind. But they don’t, and the reason they don’t is because the grownups are mired in a dangerous combination of lack of knowledge and abject fear. How can we teach our children what we don’t understand ourselves? The answer is that we ARE teaching our children, every day we are transferring to them our ignorance and fear – and the fear keeps us ignorant, and the ignorance keeps us afraid.” Hear, hear!
A post I agree with makes fun of Obama’s outrage about rape in the army: “Obama can hardly be astonished that a couple of half-assed sensitivity training courses have failed to eradicate the military epidemic of moral turpitude; “this stuff” is necessarily endemic to the armed forces. That’s because a high moral purpose is absolutely antithetical to the systematic perpetration of deadly force, which perpetration is, after all, the whole raison d’être of the whole flippin military.”
A phenomenally stupid article from David Brooks about immigration. If he is being facetious and I’m failing to get it yet again, please, please tell me. I don’t want to believe it is possible to write something this egregiously stupid about immigration.
“If you are a cheating-enabler sort of professor — if you give take-home exams and shit like that, shit that guarantees cheating — own it. Be that thing. Get defensive when people call you on it and say it’s no one’s fucking business how you run your classes. Don’t get all schizodemento and hurl yourself from one extreme to another and hypocritically protest to the class how shocked and hurt you are.” Exactly. Let’s all stop discussing our feelings in the classroom and take them to therapy sessions instead.
I hate, hate, hate the so-called academics who do the dirty work of administrators and betray their colleagues. See an article by a vicious freak who wants the administrators to force his colleagues to be present on campus even when they don’t need to be there. People are supposed to be where they don’t want or need to be because this jerk wants an identity, a community, and compliments from his stupid wife we all are supposed to care about.
When I read posts like this one, I feel very happy that I didn’t get a job in California (I interviewed at the blogger’s college, and what a mistake that was). If their classes are of this stupid, touchy-feely sort and are dedicated to discussing the students’ “fears, desires, and uncertainties”, I don’t want to be there. And I really don’t want to be around faculty members who are so sex-deprived that they see the excruciatingly prissy society where they live as “permeated by the pornographic.” California is dead, people.
My favorite dumb parrot invents the wheel: “Feminists do not appear to welcome non-feminist male voices.” What a mystery! Feminists don’t want to hear jerkwads who don’t think women are human. How completely incomprehensible. Yes, freak, feminists don’t want to hear stupid crap coming from completely worthless insects. Why would a human being welcome the ugly and stupid voice of somebody who doesn’t deserve to be spat on, let alone listened to? If there are any questions about why African Americans do not “welcome the voices” of racists and why normal people do not “welcome the voices” of Nazis, feel free to ask.
And the post of the week is from this great blog I recently discovered and that has the beautiful slogan of “I don’t care about anything, especially your fetus.” The blogger is writing about the reasons why trying to maintain a friendship with your ex is a silly idea, and I agree completely: “Dumper or Dumpee, neither of you should try to be friends, it’s incredibly fruitless, all relationships require work but that one has run it’s contractual obligation. The moment I tried to be friends with one of my exes I tarnished the memory of what we had. . . Being friends with your ex is like the hour after eating Taco Bell, you know it tasted good going down but. . .“