There may well be more serious comments to be made, and repercussions and implications. Along the lines of the classic statement: it’s not guns that shoot people and bombs that blow them up, it’s (usually, most often) men. Combined of course with the fear, ignorance, territorialism (on which, see this recent post), and idiocy, that result in individuals (again, usually men) acting in hunting packs with unthinking lunatic mob mentality.
Yes, I mean “men” in the specific not generic/species sense. And no, of course I don’t mean all men are psychotic bastards with delusions, or even just skewed perspective. That would not be logical.
It’s interesting that throughout intellectual history, in most traditions/cultures it’s men who have been associated with reason, reasoning, rationality; and rational, free, self-aware, conscious and conscientious, understanding and intelligent thought has been percevied as the central human attribute, distinguishing them from other sentient being (let alone any life-forms and other things in existence). With women occupying a, well, other place in such orders of things.
I haven’t really felt like posting anything on here, or indeed anywhere else, for the last week. Partly thinking about Hélène and her loss. Partly work. I went back on MUA today, you know properly, actually logging on and reading stuff rather than skimming through in 10 seconds and thinking “vapid vapourous vacuous ****s” and deciding not to log in cos otherwise I’d write something that was true, but also hurtful.
There were a couple of interesting things turned up today. Continue reading
And the week has barely started… Continue reading
This will be a lazy post, and recycling my own old pants. OK, some effort was involved, but on MUA rather than here. Ah, MakeupAlley. The gift that just keeps on giving.
Also: yes, I feel strongly about cheese. If I were to be a troll (always tempting, don’t you think?) I would be THE CHEESE TROLL. As it is, I’m just the overly-verbose tedious deadly earnest pontificating finger-wagging REASON TROLL. Whilst trying to evolve into a proper FOLLY-PRAISING TROLL.
Later in the week: CUTE FLUFFY KITTENS!!!
If, say, you’ve already broken our resolutions, or forgot to make any?
My thanks to icaria for her response to this question:
What are some skincare affirmations that I can tape in my bathroom to help me improve myself?
(((hugs))) to the original poster, by the way.
Interesting discussion; and a reminder of how much bigger skin stuff and MUA and suchlike are than just places where trivial girly types hang out and natter pointlessly about pointless tat, compete on hoards, start fads and crazes, complain and bitch and whinge, be silly, and generally exemplify first-world problems and destroy any last vestige of feminist cred. Let alone basic common human dignity. There’s more to skin care than just keeping your skin stuck to your bones; though for some of us that’s already a tall order… There’s everything that’s going on under the skin, including in the mind; and there’s conversations about skin that reveal so much bare naked emotional truth about the interlocutors.
In the following, while there may be grounds for counter-trollism suspicion, there’s much to sympathize with on all sides.
That’s all. No further comment. Continue reading
… sometimes you want to kick and shout and scream. I’m not event going to hint what I think the just desserts should be for anti-choice (and in this case anti-female-life) people should be; ignorant blinkered conservative Catholics of both genders, plus the predominantly male pseudo-humans in charge of running the country. Down with patriarchy, starting with the obvious parts. And so much for no hinting.
Anger aside, reportage in the Irish media, and comments elsewhere on the following may also raise bile from racism. Plain simple stupid crass inhumanity most of all. I’m forwarding the link below as they have someof the most varied discussion, including from the “I’m not a feminist but…” brigade; and people who haven’t thought about the issue, or other issues, or maybe even much in general; and people who look to beaut.ie to read about, well, beauty stuff and craic and gas: but who are still riled and raging.
I will be even angrier still–OK, unless this is proof of a medical condition, in which I wish you well and if you hadn’t noticed it yet, please do seek professional help–if this does not also raise a fucking human tear in anyone, including you, dear reader.
- We need to get off the fence and demand full abortion rights. Rest in peace, Savitha (Beaut.ie, 2012-11-15)
- and as reported in Huffington Post (with, again, comments worth reading–though many of them got me riled as an Irish person)
- RTE (Raidió Teilifís Éireann, the Irish national public service broadcaster)
- and coverage in the Irish Times
of a passive sort; online discussion as spectator-sport.
O the joys of vicarious voyeuristic pleasures.
I found this item on returning from work one sunny day. No further comment from me. I’d like to think that even if I’d logged into MUA while this was happening, I’d have had the good grace not to intervene (not even to attempt a Blessèd Be The
Cheese- Cheesy Peas- Peace-Makers act of mercy and charity) but to stay well away. Alas, I’m not sure that I’m that good a person. But I’d still very much like to think that I’d have at least tried, and that maybe that trying-very-hard would have taken so long that by the time I made up my mind, it would have been too late to comment anyway.So could then have claimed that I’d behaved brilliantly well because the end result was not commenting. But who are we kidding.
Over to our entertainers: