If there’s one thing a blogger like me never runs out of, it’s manifest nonsense to write about. My only complaint is that the actual facts and pronouncements of the PC idiots are so funny and absurd on their own, that my scintillating sardonic commentary is superfluous! But is a blogger supposed to write, rather than cut and paste articles, even if he couldn’t possibly be as entertaining as the folly in the articles? Yes, except in the case of these 2 late entries, either of which would have garnered more votes than all the award winners, save the poop councilman.
Mott and Cockayne. From The Weekly Standard, Charlotte Allen: Two college geography professors are urging their colleagues not to cite geography research done only by straight white men. Relying on the scholarly efforts of pale males who mate with females perpetuates “white heteromasculinism,” say geographers Carrie Mott of Rutgers University and Daniel Cockayne at the University of Waterloo in Ontario, Canada. If “white heteromasculinism” sounds bad, well, that’s because it is.
According to Mott and Cockayne, it’s a “system of oppression” that ignores the scholarly contributions of women and people of color in order to benefit those who are “white, male, able-bodied, economically privileged, heterosexual, and cisgendered.”
Mott and Cockayne have published their joint plea in Gender, Place & Culture: A Journal of Feminist Geography, an online journal devoted to—what else?—“feminist geography.” The two argue that citation—the practice of using footnotes and similar rubrics to credit the ideas and research of other scholars—isn’t so much a safeguard against plagiarism as a “problematic technology that contributes to the reproduction of the white heteromasculinity of geographical thought and scholarship,” according to the abstract for their paper.
You might be wondering what geography, which most people associate with map-making and which is supposed to focus on the physical shape of the earth and its human populations, has to do with feminism. But like the rest of the social sciences, the field of geography is now saturated with fashionable leftist ideology and its impenetrable jargon. Course offerings in college geography departments these days consist of bizarre pendulum swings between technical skills and social-justice indoctrination on “climate change,” “capitalism,” and “sustainable agriculture.”
Mott’s geographic specialty is “how resistance movements mobilize to fight against state-sponsored violence and marginalization.” Cockayne, an “economic geographer,” says his research “is influenced by social theory, including feminist theory, Marx’s writing, political theory, post-structuralism, psychoanalysis, and queer and affect theory . . . Additionally, Daniel also investigates the relationship between queer theory and software studies, and is engaged in feminist critiques of knowledge production in geography.”
Beth McDonough, in MRC Newsbusters, Dan Gainor:
It’s eight months since election day and six since President Trump took office. And the left is still writing stories about how they can’t cope with the results. It’s like a good chunk of the nation has PTSD or just sore-loser disease. The latest comes to us from the nutters at Bustle. That website pretends to be mainstream, only it’s not. It’s certifiable alt-left nonsense. The site uses all sorts of hip slang so it pretend be something other than an ad vehicle. Look for terms like “turnt,” “BFF,” “sassy AF” and more. It’s also obsessed with The Bachelor. Oddly, one article was headlined: “How A Grown-Ass Woman Handles The ‘Slow Fade’ In Dating.” Nothing makes a site look like it’s not for a grown-ass woman than using that term.
But I digress. Let’s get back to the angry liberal unable to cope. Author Beth McDonough told readers about her idyllic life and how President Donald Trump wrecked it all. “I came out as bisexual just over two years ago when I fell in love with the woman who is now my wife. My conservative, Christian family from small town West Virginia were nothing but open, loving, and supportive.” So far, so good. Then the most awful thing happened — the election. Our political neophyte who had never even voted before turned into (turnt?) the family member determined to annoy everyone. “I became terrified, and I got vocal about it. I attended rallies, I sent articles to my parents, I pleaded on social media for everyone who loves and supports me to please put their taxes and guns aside and stand up for human rights.”
Election day came. The libpocalypse. “I woke up in a stupor of shock. We lost. How could we have lost? The future was supposed to be bright and fair, not dark and hate-filled.” Then came the betrayal! “One November 9th I saw an Instagram post from my cousin of he and his wife on a plane, celebrating the victory of President Donald Trump. He wasn’t just happy, he was gloating, captioning the photo with hashtags like #Killary and #Hillaryforprison, exclaiming his excitement for Trump to make America great again.” Even more, an “ultra conservative, Christian cousin” of her wife to be didn’t approve of her gay wedding. Horrors. Or as the French would say, “Zut, alors!” (Who said I’m not multi-cultural?)
Naturally, she did what any newly woke, radical, alt-lefty, bisexual would do. She attacked her family. On the internet. “I wrote about the destructive election results, how I wasn’t going to stay quiet about my discontent, and the dismay and sympathy I felt over my family, who all had to sit across from one another for dinner on Thanksgiving so soon after this historical event.”
Her family was displeased and called her a “bigot.” One told her that if she, “couldn’t respect other people’s right to have their own opinions, then neither he nor his brother and their wives would be attending” her wedding. She summed it up patting herself on the back, celebrating, the “seeds of love, tolerance, and acceptance that I’m planting in the family I’ve chosen to grow.”
I should continue my habit of making sarcastic comments in italics, but even I have nothing to add to these late entries.