You’d think they’d have totally exhausted the lode of all possible scorn and contempt already, but no — they’re still mocking the idiocy well. I thought this was something I’d said before, only they managed to wring out much more disdain out of it than I could.
There now exists a song called “Estrogen Vibe“. Lyrics below the fold, you can listen to it sung at the link.
A woman pilot from the UAE led air strikes against ISIS. Brains were conflicted at Fox News. On the one hand, dropping bombs always makes them happy, but on the other, they’d rather good ol’ Merkins were dropping them. On the third hand, it was a chance to sneer at those regressive Mooslems who don’t let women even drive, but on the fourth hand, a woman was actually qualified to fly a powerful piece of high tech machinery.
I somehow stumbled across this essay from the great Molly Ivins on Camille Paglia. It made me happy.
A primatologist looks at 4chan and reddit, and sees something familiar:
Light from the monitors cast lurid shadows upon their pallid, staring faces as their right hands pumped rhythmically up and down over the F5 key to reload their screens. “I can’t refresh fast enough,” one commenter typed ecstatically, while another announced, “This is the best night of my life!” Many of the men in this online forum attempted to outdo one another by bragging about how many times they had “fapped” that night—a euphemism for masturbation. They went to great lengths to assert their masculinity by insisting how often they had jerked off in front of a screen being watched by other men. Like baboons sitting with their legs spread wide so that passing males could witness their small red phalluses, there was a mixture of sex and status involved in this public display.
The ever-charming Sam Harris has smarmily connected me to Deepak Chopra, so now I’m getting a flood of both smug, superior cluelessness from the Vulcans of Planet Sam, and the spacey vacuous nonsense of the Chopralites. Thanks, Sam! Although, I must say, so far Chopra freaks are doing a better job of actually saying something. Which isn’t saying much.
I thought those didn’t exist! The countdown clock for Emma Watson, which was supposedly a 4chan effort to attack her for her pro-feminism speech at the UN, has now been revealed to be a marketing stunt by a PR company hired to discredit 4chan.
This youtube comedian, Sam Pepper, made an awful little video of him startling women by pinching their butts (yeah, humor); the women look uncomfortable and unhappy with this inappropriate behavior, but Pepper giggles madly, so it was funny to someone. It was shocking, really, that he seemed to think distressing people was amusing.
So Laci Green wrote him an open letter — a very polite, too polite, letter describing what was objectionable, since he’s apparently not clever enough to see it himself, and asking him to stop (Ophelia linked to the letter yesterday).
You’ll never guess how Sam Pepper has responded.
Deepak Chopra, of all people, sent me a link to an account by a professional skeptic of an Anomalous Event That Can Shook His Skepticism to the Core, published in Scientific American. It’s embarrassingly bad, a story that would have scarcely passed muster at the old Fate magazine.
