Your stable, two-parent family is racist, apparently.
Please update your files and lifestyles accordingly.
Your stable, two-parent family is racist, apparently.
Please update your files and lifestyles accordingly.
The Fitzwilliam Museum has suggested that paintings of the British countryside evoke dark “nationalist feelings.” The museum, owned by the University of Cambridge, has undertaken an overhaul of its displays… The new signage states that pictures of “rolling English hills” can stir feelings of “pride towards a homeland.”
Including crocodile hairballs; dating difficulties; the thrill of Frozen Dead Guy Day; and the daring and disasters of stratospheric ballooning in the 1930s.
On the incantations of progressive art:
I think it’s fair to say that, whatever her creative limitations, Liberal Jane, aka Ms Caitlin Blunnie, does like her slogans. One might say incantations. Almost all of which have an air of self-satisfaction, as if some previously unregistered profundity had been heroically unearthed.
One creation extols the radical virtues of skiving in the workplace and not doing the work one is being paid to do. “Craft is resistance in a late-stage capitalist society,” reads another. Also, “Self-love is self-care.” “Riots, not diets.” “Hex the imperialist, white supremacist, capitalist patriarchy.” “Fantasy is for everyone.” “Abortion builds new futures.” Oh, and “Smash the state and masturbate,” and “Stretch marks are ubiquitous to the human experience.”
Including large objects incoming; a moment of realisation; inexplicable hair; the logistics of submarines in space; and the last word in fiddlesome grilled cheese sandwiches.
More educators titillated by the prospect of deceiving parents:
Teachers are also warned not to congratulate parents on their child’s performance in a school play. Why this humdrum politeness should be avoided, with the threat of disciplinary consequences, is not entirely obvious and no hints are offered as to the reasoning. It is, however, framed as equal in sinfulness to informing a parent that their child has been “snorting a white powder.”
Because if little Billy is chopping them out in class, it’s now a teacher’s duty to keep parents in the dark, you see.
What we’re seeing has the air of a civilisational shit test.
A cross-dressing Lieutenant Colonel demands “dignity and respect,” while insulting his audience. Specifically, by insisting that they become cowed and dishonest.
Including a bouncer’s lament; a liturgical Barbie; when your balls take the brunt of it; some intrepid adventurers; and an innovation ill-suited to enthusiasts of pornography.
Despite the competing feats of Olympic-level hyperbole, two formal investigations by the university uncovered no evidence of racism or indeed violence, whether colonial or of some other kind. However, the social work department – this bastion of “equity,” “diversity,” and “decolonisation” – was described in one of the reports as an intimidating and hostile workplace, with one witness favouring the phrase, “cliquey, scary, and tense.”
When given the question, Gemini responds that one should not misgender Caitlyn Jenner to avoid a nuclear apocalypse.
A test for AI wokeness and ideological distortion is demonstrated.
Including the Creepy Peepies from Whicker’s World, circa 1967; encounters of hot and cold glass; the thrill of Star Trek polyester; how to pack a suitcase in a manly way; and a fine example of some unfortunate timing.
Presumably, the way to “redress the visual narrative that LGBTQIA+ people look a certain way” is to celebrate the existence of dysmorphic and autogynephile men who are also devotes of bondage and sadomasochism, and who like to share photos of themselves posing with sex toys while flashing their collection of ladies’ knickers to random passers-by.
It also seems that the way to become more authentically “queer” – to express one’s true, inner self and who one really is – is to elaborately accessorise and play dress-up, and to pretend to be something that, by definition, one isn’t.
Other John Lewis employees highlighted in the Identity Project include an in-store nursery advisor and enthusiast of the ‘pup’ and ‘furry’ communities, and who is helpfully pictured wearing a bondage harness. Because that’s the mental image you want when shopping for baby paraphernalia.
Including a chair-cum-earthquake-helmet; Chesterton’s bicycle; a terribly progressive “detoxifying” project; some apposite use of a shovel; and a game, the rules of which are not entirely clear to me.
Perhaps it would be ungentlemanly to wish on dear Nora some first-hand experience of the crimes she so merrily diminishes when inflicted on someone else, someone who isn’t her. Though it is, I think, tempting.
Habitual car theft is a “victimless” crime. Says Nora the socialist.
Apparently, San Francisco’s elementary-school children are expected to have, or at least regurgitate, strong opinions on the Israeli military.
Many young children are of course accustomed to being given a “word of the day,” though I would guess that such highlighted words don’t usually include “strike,” “ceasefire,” and “protest.” Nor, I suspect, would third-graders often be tasked with “disrupting whiteness,” which seems somewhat ambitious and just a tad question-begging, or with imagining “a world without police, money, or landlords.” Yet here we are.
A professor of sociology at the University of Pittsburgh recently expressed concern over the lack of diversity among the robot population.
Including a makeover via robot; bird-and-mammal-identifying smart binoculars; some transgender head-tilting; a tongue-operated trackpad; and the perils of dining on squid.
Attention, heterosexuals. The word ‘straight’ has been deemed oppressive. Please update your files and lifestyles accordingly.
Including things incoming; a king of the jungle; an all-terrain wheelchair; dressing in layers; and some level-ten pretentious guilt.