People see themselves as completely alienated from their bloodline, heritage, culture, and history. They believe that they are mass-produced and interchangeable widgets. No wonder they have all these mental health issues. This is an approach that guarantees great psychological discomfort.
Author: Clarissa
Expensive Dating
Why specifically for Millennials? Why are Millennials still dating? And if they are, why are expensive mating rituals needed when you are past 40 and not looking to procreate?
As for the cost itself, this is not an average restaurant. It’s an expensive restaurant. Unless you are an alcoholic and need 10 drinks to relax, in which case you won’t be dating much because you’d be too worn out for it.
The Worst TikTok Dancing Routine
The most ridiculous TikTok dancing routine dropped. In it, Russian women pretend that their sons and husbands are dead and dance around the supposed corpses:
Whatever problems we think we have pale in comparison with several generations of women fantasizing about the deaths of their men.
Mother’s Day Banquet
There was so much fried chicken at the church Mother’s Day banquet that I won’t be able to look at anything but salad for a week. Great fried chicken, by the way. The new priest did the smart thing and got catering. Usually, it’s the mothers who cook the whole thing and miss the sermon about the importance of mothers, which kind of defeats the purpose.
Has anything interesting happened in the world while we stuffed our faces and celebrated?
Need for Masculinity
Girls who identify as boys are very successful at dating. They all have extremely devoted girlfriends. I think it’s because it’s very important to them to enact masculinity. Actual men are actively discouraged from enacting masculinity so openly and aggressively.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Happy Mother’s Day, everyone! Whether you are one or have one, it’s our day to celebrate. We are at a church banquet and then going to the mall. You just can’t get any more American.
Life is good.
An Exotic Occurrence
I wasn’t going to go to the graduation ceremony because I’m tired. But a student who is blind asked me to help her walk across the stage, and of course I agreed. I’m very glad that I went because something really exotic happened at this graduation. I have now been to probably over 30 of these ceremonies, and I never observed anything like this.
The valedictorian was a white male student who started his speech by saying that the most important thing in his life is his Christian faith.
Yes, really. I’m completely sober and wide awake. It really did happen.
This valedictorian was such an all-American young man. A star baseball player, from a large family, deeply religious, and graduating in mechanical engineering. He said that we should not look for the meaning of life in material possessions, worldly success, or academic achievements. It is in our faith in God and in our love for our family that meaning can be found.
No, I’m not crying. You are crying.
Talking About Movies
My Ukrainian colleagues attended the woke film festival organized by my department. The very first movie they showed was a slobbering, badly made documentary about how cruel it is to report illegal immigrants. It was completely dumb and failed even to try to make a coherent case.
The Ukrainian colleague was stunned to see that the viewers were in raptures over the movie. One professor said, while almost choking on his tears, that it was one of the most powerful experiences of his life. The Ukrainian colleague was confused because she knows this professor as an intelligent man with a good taste. So the next day she approached him in his office.
“Professor, can you explain to me what you liked about the movie? Because I honestly don’t get it,” she said.
“Oh, the movie is crap,” the professor answered.
“But you spoke so positively about it at the showing. Why do that if you didn’t like it?”
“Well, this is American academia,” the professor explained. “We are supposed to agree on certain political points and say that loudly as often as we can.”
Movie Notes: Animal Farm
It’s a bad movie, my friends. It’s boring, the animation is primitive and ugly, everything that made Orwell’s book powerful was removed. Orwell wrote an anti-Stalinist novel but this rendering turned into a confused, weak-sauce series of vignettes with no organizing idea.
It’s Animal Farm for 3-year-olds with a dramatically dumbed down plot and not a flash of originality or anything that would make you think about anything. Slop, pure and simple. It’s all fart jokes and soppy sentimentality.
I announced to Klara that Orwell was a great writer who wrote real literature, so thank you, creators of the movie, for downgrading the concept of real literature like this.
HRT Ads
All of a sudden, every ad I get on YouTube is for HRT. I don’t know where to go and what button to press to inform the ad agency that I am the absolute last person on the planet ever to be in the same room with HRT.
When I say this kind of thing, people immediately assume that I judge them for taking HRT. But I judge no one. People have their own situation, physical condition, moral, religious, and political beliefs. And that is completely fine by me. I find incomprehensible the idea that the female body is so immediably broken that it has to be constantly medicated out of its natural state. Other people conceptualize this differently and, once again, it’s fine. I have noticed that nothing creates so much resentment as the suspicion that you might want to separate people from their medication. I don’t want to do that. But I do find it entertaining that, once the algorithm shows you have hit a certain age, it begins to operate under the assumption that you’re a good customer for this medication.
I don’t know if people are aware, but some of these ads state very directly that without HRT you’re going to die. You’re going to have a heart attack, you’re going to go into kidney failure, your children might be adults but they still need you. Since these are social media ads, they never mention the risks or the side effects. The whole thing makes a sad impression.
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