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Oddments For The Weekend
Including an origami typewriter; unorthodox flexibility; spear protocol; and a desirable chopper.
All this and more.
It Tells Us Who You Are
On fare-dodging and its apologists:
As one might imagine, our proud communist is experiencing some pushback in his replies, generally from people who actually pay for the services they use, thereby helping to ensure said services remain in existence.
Among the many replies, the not inapt notion that if $3 is too trivial a sum to warrant an arrest or any kind of enforcement, it is also a trivial sum over which to risk being arrested.
Oh, there’s more.
Please Don’t Be Normal
On verboten realities; on lessons in ‘radical’ theft; and on the progressive desperation to have an interesting child, one way or another:
Having, as she does, a degree in gender studies, Ms Myers is vexed by many things. Such as being asked, kindly, while pregnant, whether she was expecting a boy or a girl. This, we’re informed, is not “a simple question with a simple answer.”
Says she, “My partner Brent and I had found out our child’s sex chromosomes in the early stages of my pregnancy, and we had seen their genitals during the anatomy scan. But we didn’t think that information told us anything about our kid’s gender.”
No, of course. No clues there. No information at all, in fact. Just random noise.
Needless to say, Ms Myers’ website and Twitter feed are an endless churn of unconvincing smiles and rather desperate progressive signalling. We learn, for instance, that “Knowing the sex of a baby… does not tell us anything about the child’s… attitudes toward climate change.”
All this and more.
Oddments For The Weekend
Including competitive window-tinting; your very own Star Trek kitchenware; and lollipops that play rap music through your teeth.
All this and more.
That Elusive Utopia
In which we linger in the mood room of Reddit anarchists.
And then there’s this guru of the alternative:
“I spent several years trying to live in rejection of capitalism; I squatted, I hustled, I did commercial burglaries and retail thefts, dumpster dove, lived on the kindness of others, but money usually reared it’s ugly head one way or another.”
It’s all kindness, kindness, burglary.
Oh, there’s more.
Offering Relief
Oddments For The Weekend
Including a surfboard heist; a man with 600 banjos and no ability to play them; and how Columbo created intrigue without mystery.
All this and more.
The Fourth Emergency Service
On maths purged of “whiteness”; on the alleged thrill of not owning stuff; and on the crime-fighting powers of the “non-binary” barista:
“Now that I think about it, like, I’m more qualified than a cop to come deal with half the situations that we would call them for,” says our coffee-serving, police-defunding “they/them, 22.”
“I’m a Starbucks barista at a drive-through,” says they. “I’ve de-escalated situations with people with guns… I’ve cooled shit down faster and better than a cop could.”
Readers are welcome to share clips of lively scenes to test this rather boastful hypothesis. It would, I think, have the makings of a compelling reality TV show. With preening, mouthy woke-lings encountering the realities they’ve so carefully ignored.
The subsequent tears and meltdowns could constitute a drinking game.
And In Overseas News
He Thinks You Might Be Jealous
Man in latex maid’s uniform talks about the importance of “being yourself.“
Just Thankful For The Towel, Frankly
Oddments For The Weekend
Including how to wear a belt; IKEA products ranked by assembly time; the precision of Ms Dolly Parton; and the wrong kind of water for making tea.
All this and more.
And A Boob Job Would Be Nice
Not to be outdone, “non-binary” inmate Mr Hunter S Christian, our violator of dogs and enthusiast of child pornography, complains that he was denied access to Minoxidil treatments to correct his receding hairline – apparently, an unthinkable transgression – and likewise, testosterone supplements, supposedly to address his “shrinking testicle size.”
She’s An Educator, You Know
Remedial Measures
Yes, it’s satire, but only just.
Oddments For The Weekend
Including assorted dental training heads; scenes of ominous creaking; and a collection of lost and found cassette tapes, complete with audio.
And In Heaving Bosom News
On written apologies for being competent and white; on the Greens in power; and a busty scholar announces a new position:
Ms Benoit’s insights, aired via Instagram, include a revelation that SpongeBob Squarepants is also asexual. Which may hint at the dizzying levels of scholarship to be anticipated. And I have to say, Visiting Research Fellows aren’t generally so keen to show off their bras in their social media avatars, or to foreground their breasts in every single photo.
All this and more.
When They Won’t Keep On Saying Just How Special You Are
On “non-binary” motherhood and other complications of the modern narcissist:
“Everything came to a head after I became a mother,” says she. Well, pretensions of themness, the craving to seem special – perhaps more special than one is – would, I suppose become harder to sustain. Given the arrival of someone more important, someone whose needs tend to come first.
You see, she’s a mother, but not a woman. And how dare you not know that.