At my university we are now going to be forced to add to our syllabi a notice encouraging students to narc on professors who say something students interpret as racist, sexist, xenophobic, homophobic, transphobic, or making them uncomfortable in other ways. A phone and email of the “bias response team” that will investigate each claim and mete out punishment will be provided.
Americans, what have you done to yourselves? How are you not ashamed? I cringe in shame for you. You sit there, silent and eager to please, and nobody except an immigrant like me stands up to this.
The inside of my cloth mask would give enough work to an epidemiologist for a year.
And yes, I did wash it. I distinctly remember something about washing it back in July. Or was it June?
I am currently developing a plan for sneaking into my office to work over the next month. The hardest thing is to hide the car.
This is a bizarre system that punishes the hard workers. I could just veg out in front of the TV, moaning that I’m too stressed out to do anything. Then I’d get depressed like everybody who chose this socially approved option.
If you are wondering what new perversion peddlers or “online solutions” to utterly manufactured problems have come up with, I have an update for you.
However, if you have a sensitive gag reflex, please abstain from reading further.
… drumroll …
a virtual book fair at my next conference. How does it differ from simply going to a publisher’s website?
Well, there is an app. And you have a virtual passport that you can stamp at each virtual booth. And then you see who gets more stamps. Like a game! A tad infantilizing but still. There will be prizes!
What it means to a book lover to be able to wander around among books, touching, looking, smelling, losing yourself in a sea of words as you move along, unfollowed and blissfully alone cannot be explained if you aren’t touched by a bibliophile’s strange yet beautiful madness. To degrade it with apps and games and virtual booths is barbaric. If we can’t have a book fair, that’s painful enough. There’s no need to insult our harmless yet powerful passion with this garbage.
And now please excuse me while I go and vomit.
The younger generation is paying a heavy price for the older generation’s hysteria, selfishness and stupidity:
NEARING END OF 1ST QUARTER, NEARLY 40% OF ST. PAUL PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS HAVE FAILING GRADES
This is the result of the completely unnecessary and horrible “online learning.”
Let’s start the day with a smile, I say.