Wussed Out

My husband’s father beat his wife regularly to a bloody pulp. My husband’s mother chased the father with a meat cleaver. We make a lot of jokes about meat cleavers (and now you know why) but other than that out relationship isn’t thwarted by fear that it will be anything except what we make it.

The guy in the tweet is a wuss. He might very well be apocryphal but the thousands of guys who are tweeting about how he was right are not. They are all exceptional pussies.

My Dean has no secretary or receptionist and has to do his own secretarial work. And he’s too much of a wuss to protest, take a stand, and demand that this travesty end.

A friend of many years built a cabin in the woods and moved there for a foraging lifestyle because that’s what his girlfriend always wanted. He is so not a foraging wooden cabin guy. He’s a “sitting in a cafe in Paris with a new Gallimard book” type of dude. After a few years of forced foraging, I was afraid we were going to lose him prematurely. He looked bereft and bedraggled, it was heartbreaking. Of course, the girlfriend eventually dumped him for a guy with a better wood cabin. My friend is now free to be who he always was. Last week, he showed up in a new fancy suit and told me about this new really cool cafe in St Louis where he goes every morning with a book. I almost cried.

You can say no, you can have some agency, you can figure out how to do the bloody dishes to mutual satisfaction. Yesterday I had a very confrontationional situation at work. Verbally confrontational, no cleavers. It was a serious issue and we both felt very strongly. After 1,5 hours of debating in very strong terms, we found a compromise and were hugging before we left. If I can do it with a woman I’ve met exactly twice before in unpropitious circumstances (she’s the one who has a dream that there should be no white people on campus), surely one can manage to discuss who’ll do the dishes or express a reluctance to work without a secretary / forage in the woods instead of crying in the corner.

Obviously, most men are not like that. My husband is the opposite of that. He makes reality his bitch, and I love it. But performative wussiness exists, and I hate it.

The God of Choice

You thought you had problems? Look at these poor bastards:

Notice the word “choice”. These loser idjits brainwash themselves into utter abjection with this word. Choice is their god. It’s their only measure of morality.

Self-management

I don’t know how these parents achieve these results. My kid is 9, and she wouldn’t let me manage her school affairs for love or money. She doesn’t even like me knowing when she has a project or a test at school.

“This is my business, mommy. I know how to handle my own business. Here’s a book, go read it. Or fold some laundry. I know how much you enjoy that.” She’s not being sarcastic. I do love folding laundry, a pastime I discovered in my dotage.

I suggested volunteering as a recess monitor and she asked if I was trying to be funny.

Destroying Their Own Jobs

Daily, I’m observing academics destroy their own jobs. But they are not alone. Journalists do the same thing:

Without freedom of speech, there’s no journalism. Anything can be labeled abusive and hateful. You’d think a journalist would be aware how easy it is to mark her as hate speechifier if arresting people for saying words becomes the norm. But no, it doesn’t sink in.

Nature Is Healing

Airbnb co-founder @jgebbia explains how Joe Biden’s border crisis was the start of what drove him to leave the Democrat Party.

And on the same day:

Malcolm Gladwell says “trans athletes have no place in the female category.”

He admits he was cowed into saying that it was ok.

Yes, they are all opportunists. But the fact that it’s now become opportune to say the obvious without fear is a very big deal.

P.S. Found more immediately after posting:

The Bereaved Dog Update

I know many people felt sad for the Ukrainian dog whose owner was killed by a Russian airstrike in Kyiv. So I have some good news. The dog has been adopted by the killed owner’s adult son and his little daughter:

German Self-defense

Another entertaining piece of news from Europe:

I’m glad that men will now know how to defend themselves from knife-wielding women in Germany. I was worried about them for a while but I can see now that they can bravely repel the attacks from those scary women

A Flag That Divides

Any flag by definition divides. That’s the whole purpose of a flag’s existence. A flag is a symbol of “us” that excludes the “not us.”

If you want a nation (as Starmer’s first sentence seems to indicate), then the very first thing you need to do is divide those who belong from those who don’t. If the entire planet is Britain, then nothing is.

Where was Starmer educated? This empty, lisping prattle is unworthy of a grown man.

European Priorities

Linehan is the author of “Father Ted”. He’s a national treasure but he criticized gender ideology, so he got arrested.

Europeans find it easy to mobilize to arrest a comedian but it’s utterly impossible for them to deport actual murderers:

This is so embarrassing to watch that one wants to pretend Europe doesn’t exist.

School Uniforms

I wish more European countries went back to their folk roots in school uniforms. Here’s an example from Ukraine where children had their first day of school today:

And not just in school. People should wear more of the traditional fabrics and motifs from the clothing of their ancestors. See how pretty this girl looks.