Did the family stuff all day. Had an incredible time. Come late evening decided to check the news and immediately alighted on this:

28 September 2025
A woman has been raped by a group of men in a churchyard in Banbury.

The woman, in her 30s, was attacked in the grounds of St Mary’s Church and the surrounding area of the town centre in the early hours of Sunday morning, Thames Valley Police said.

https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.bbc.com/news/articles/cly622k0jm4o.amp

The police are searching for a good samaritan female witness who tried to help the victim. Of course, things being as they are, the good samaritan would have to be mental to make herself known. She’ll end up getting locked up for longer than the rapists by identifying them.

In any case, news suck. Family life rocks.

In Tony Tulathimutte’s short story “The Feminist”, a young man whose faithful application of the principles learned in a Gender Studies program fails to result in any dates writes the following online dating app:

He/him/his (or whatever pronouns you are most comfortable with). Unshakably serious about consent. Abortion’s #1 fan. Loves books, Thai food, a glass of vinho verde on my balcony, endless conversation… and did I mention books? I can usually be found haunting the bookstores and bakeshops of our fair burgh, when I’m not dismantling the imperialist male supremacist hetero patriarchy. But I’d also be fine saying “To hell with it!” and staying at home for an Agnes Varda marathon sesh followed by discussion… and perhaps a wee snogfest? I *always* do my own cooking (thanks
Mom!) so I’ll make a killer brunch for you! Trans women are women, duh. All races, ethnicities, and body types-but NOT all ages-very welcome! Mutual GGG.

I hope this put a smile on your face on this beautiful Sunday afternoon.

As I read JK Rowling’s new Cormoran Strike novel, I never cease to be amazed by how profoundly leftist the author’s every sensibility is. Yet she’s been vilified by the Left because even that kind of complete devotion is insufficient.

At the left-wing festival held annually in our town, half of the booths are in support of boutique sexual identities and another half offers bookmarks, slap bracelets, and other merch featuring either rainbows or the word “change.”

It’s fascinating how this word became uniformly positively coded. The interdisciplinary courses at my university were renamed this year into “changemakers.” Nobody knows what it means and how it’s a synonym for interdisciplinary but it’s about change, so it’s got to be good, huh?

This goes against every human instinct. We all experience nostalgia which is an emotion with which we respond to the loss and pain of change. We know that it’s the unchangeable things that make us happiest. Yet we worship change because we are constantly told it’s the right thing to do.

People are readily assisting their own ghettoization. Exactly at the time when self-control, focus, intelligence and discipline become more crucial than ever, they stampede in the opposite direction.

The table above is the result of one thing: parental self-indulgence. People are buying a one-way ticket to a favela for their own children because they refuse to exercise any self-control.

Trans women are menhttps://t.co/IzNXwSGFWj

— Richard Dawkins (@RichardDawkins) September 27, 2025

Wow, if even the most ideologically compliant are allowing themselves to squeak the truth, we have truly entered into a new era.

The mousiest of people are losing fear. That is a good development.

I was arrested a couple of days ago for an alleged post on X. I have strict bail conditions and can't actually post/discuss anything relating to the case. I'm currently under investigation and will update you all with more information as and when I can.

— Steve Laws (@Steve_Laws_) September 26, 2025

I never heard of this man in my life. But I knew immediately in which country this happened. I also knew immediately that it wasn’t the US.

How do we all know it wasn’t the US? What prevents the US from becoming such a country?

No, it’s not the constitution. Rights exist only if there are institutions willing to enforce them.

Neoliberal Love currently stands at 87,000 words. I started writing a little under 2 years ago. Given that I wrote and published another full-length book and a bunch of articles in these 2 years—while being department Chair —is not bad at all.

I’m qualified to write about neoliberal love because I know its terrible power. It makes you capable of things that are so impossible they sound ridiculous. It’s a conflagration that burns every obstacle in its way.

I’m still battling with the introduction to Neoliberal Love. My second book was criticized as “undertheorized”, and the criticism was completely fair. I was afraid to say what I really wanted to say in 2015. I was still wearing a saucer-sized badge of the Hillary Clinton campaign (photographic evidence provided upon request) but what I wanted to say in the book was the exact opposite. As a result, I wrote so cautiously that I failed to express what I really wanted. The book was still very successful but I perceive it as a missed opportunity in many ways.

In Neoliberal Love, which is my magnum opus, I want to say everything. I’m battling against caution, self-doubt, and fear. I want it to be clear. Not roundabout, not vague.

You, people, have been of invaluable help throughout the process. If I didn’t discuss these ideas here daily, I wouldn’t have them. I simply wouldn’t have them. And I want to be done but it’s taking its bloody time.

Hot take on the red pill stuff. Based on my extensive experience in watching my millennial daughter try to find a suitable husband vs my millennial son doing the same for a wife, my opinion is that worthless young men created a lot of the problem, for which others are now paying.

— Old West (@OldWest1453) September 24, 2025

Based on my much more extensive experience of observing young people in great numbers daily for 20 years as my actual job, I have to say that this take is off by a mile. Young men are wonderful. A young woman who is not managing to get paired up with a good, solid, reliable dude should do some soul-searching.

By the way, the only male student who asked me for accommodations in the past several years was blind. Not a single male student asks for accommodations for mental issues, nervousness, anxiety, or anything.

Yesterday, a student came to my office to work on his research project, and I asked what his motivating idea in life was. He said it’s to become a good provider and a reliable, responsible presence for his future children. If that’s not ideal young masculinity, I don’t know what is.