When country music is good, it’s the fucking best.

it's not even about dating! I want to dress up for indoor afternoon tea with my friends, but I can't because people would rather eat horse paste

— bletchley punk (@alicegoldfuss) September 14, 2021

You’ve been vaccinated and your friends are all vaccinated. What the hell are you waiting for? Goddamn, people torture themselves and complain about being tortured. I guess it’s better and more attention-getting to pretend victimhood than to liberate yourself?

As I often say, I will never, never understand.

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Perhaps I’m just not going to the right (or the wrong) places anymore, but we’re hearing a lot less wailing from the lockdown lifers. I wonder why? They realize they lost the battle? Just hiding so far under the bed they can’t even type?

Don’t know, but it’s good to not have to listen to their incessant and overdramatic puling.

The iPhone 13 mini is larger than any phone I’d want to use. It’s not “mini” at all. It’s much larger than my current phone, an iPhone SE (2016 edition).

Why only enormous phones? If I wanted a tablet, I’d fucking carry one. My phone has a 4 inch screen. The “mini” has a 5.4 inch screen. FUCK THAT.

What’s wrong with lingerie? A progressive rebrand at Victoria’s Secret forgets one thing: sex.

This piece is much better than I expected.

But the contemptuous dismissal of men, and their tastes and opinions and desires, is as trendy in our present moment as the lace bralettes that have replaced the underwire bra as the lingerie du jour (and like those bralettes, it doesn’t suit everyone.) The broader tendency is to treat any desire for men like a character flaw, a burden, an embarrassment. The writer Indiana Seresin invented the term “heteropessimism” to describe this phenomenon — an excellent coinage that’s nevertheless overbroad in its implied gender neutrality, when the sense of heterosexuality as something in between a cursed affliction and a personal failing is almost exclusively held by women. To be horrified by one’s own sexual orientation, and every possible expression thereof, is the side effect of a culture that flattens everything from personal relationships to aesthetic taste into a political framing: if you like men (as most women do), but men are trash (as every good progressive feminist must surely agree is true), then what’s a girl to do?

Agreed. I like women. I like them as friends. And I like having sex with women. Sometimes, I’ve had sex with my friends. Sometimes not. Regardless, though, of how any one man treats women or thinks of them, all male desire is seen as automatically creepy and suspect, no matter its origin or even how welcome it is by the woman or women in question.

As much as the Savage x Fenty runway show might read as subversive to fashion insiders, it is still, at the end of the day, a bunch of beautiful women walking around in complicated, gorgeous lingerie; to imagine that straight men would not enjoy this is frankly ridiculous. They’re not that picky.

Haha. Exactly. I don’t even like lingerie, really (prefer nudity or fully clothed), but in reality most “male” beauty standards are really female beauty standards self-enforced and self-enforcing. Trust me, women, we really, really aren’t that picky. It’s mostly all your girlfriends policing you, not men (generally, there are exceptions).

The article is quite good and goes a long way to explaining why I reject liberalism. But, alas, with no real replacement. That’s the work in progress, though, isn’t it? At least in my own mind and eventually in all of society.

Someone threw some serious money at that. And good. I like when talented people get money thrown at them. 99% of artists would lip sync in that environment. But that’s real audio (though it’s not all one take, obvs.). Damn she’s good.

That we don’t have permanent outposts on the Moon and Mars is fucking ridiculous.