Bonus updates: fuckwits of the world unite, you have nothing but your—oh wait a minute, nothing to lose. And there is the joy of trolling I guess. And its sheer despicable nihilism.
Adding in comment, further to yesterday’s Thought For The Day about bottoms: euphemism of the day!
“It’s all relative” = “wrong / false / untrue”
EXPANSION WITH POSSIBLE RATIONALE:
- innocence and ignorance: the speaker genuinely pseudo-thinks (or, “believes”) that everything really is relative and that there are no such things as rights or wrongs
- speaker is too dense to understand such differences, and does not hear and understand when they are explained (using their own utterances as examples). They may or not also be blind, deaf, and generally insensitive: to what others say, to being in a conversation, to any learning experience and experience of change (which all communication is, or should be).
- the speaker cannot possible be wrong, as they are the only right entity in the universe, and otherwise the universe would implode, explode, or otherwise cease to exist. This may also be called the superstitious approach: not wishing to jinx the continuing existence of the universe (and oneself).
- spoiled pampered princess: cannot possibly be wrong, stupid, or foolish because centre of universe (see previous item). Alternative explanation: speaker has been told all their life that they’re a treasure and treasured, a special unique precious brilliant snowflake, and all their faults and flaws have been translated into positive attributes. Everything they say is right, true, and a gift to the rest of humanity: pearls dropping from their lips (and no jokes about alleged extra qualities of Demi Moore’s alleged latest squeeze). This is of course a fascinating kind of illusion and a psychological gem in its own right. But such people are not diamonds. They are delusional, and may even be dangerous.
- passive-aggressive self-defence: speaker knows what they said is in fact wrong, but they have not yet learned the crucial distinction between “what one says” and “oneself”, so they err in the view that they cannot say anything wrong as otherwise they would be wrong.
In many countries, this issue is addressed in kindergarten and is one of the items on the checklist for permitting a child to pass the last year of kindergarten and progress to Primary One.
In many countries (with some intersection with the previous category), there is also a deliberate re-blurring of the categories, accompanied by infantilization and regression and encouragement of monstrous egotism, in postgraduate study. Especially, irony of ironies, in the “humanities.” Blame Derrida and the religious cult constructed around him. OK, not just him: blame the place of theory in that end of academia.
OK. On which happy note of blaming Derrida (and his mis-translators, and idiot Dummy’s Guide / Spark Notes pseudo-digested versions, and second-hand drivvel based on sketchy skim-mis-reading, and the vagaries of foolish fashion)—on wards and upwards, to a quite delicious recent bout of MUAing. Putting the phenomenon that follows below in its historical context, this might be this year’s incarnation of The Spring Troll. It might, being flat-footed and practical, just / also be a foolish young creature. Hell, the web’s full of them these days, and they get younger and younger every year. But at least it’s always nice to see young people able to read and write. After a fashion…
This is a simple kind of troll: foolish, of limited capabilities but somewhat-unlimited financial resources, and usually not the sort of troublesome toxic beast we see around the place. The kind whose purpose in existence is stirring up trouble, causing damage, and destroying: getting MUAers deleted. Like in a game. Nope, this is the simpler sort who gets bees in bonnet periodically (full moon? who knows…), sometimes in conjunction with the my-body-is-a-temple there’s-no-facts-just-opinions neoidiotic crowd.
Bless its cotton socks, anyway. Continue reading
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
- be nice to them: wear good shoes. Not heels. Something that cradles a foot kindly, and supports it.
- and decent socks: this varies from person to person on fabrics. I like wool (ethically produced, non-mulesed, etc.), also as my wool socks last forever and are easy to fix. OK, I’ve not tested out “forever” properly yet, but I do have socks that I’ve had for 15 years+. Other folks like bamboo and bamboo rayon and other rayon from plant cellulose of various sources. Cotton may be frowned upon for being a crop that uses a lot of water, and is not awfully environmentally sound.
- clean the buggers, at least once a day depending on use and climate conditions
- trim toenails regularly, so as not to cut yourself or anyone else nearby
- scrub gently as needed: pumice stone, salt scrub. Gently. Only on tougher horn-like skin. Some folks do some serious filing here, I prefer to keep serious filing action for tax returns and law-suits. Not on my tender tootsies.
- if dry: in the evening, soak them then slather on a thick layer of some sort of balm (this could be a thick wax, or a wax/oil mix, of whatever sort); I like shea butter or my DIY balm for this. Petrolatum or lanolin or products comtaining them are a good option; for a more eco-friendly one, go for plant waxes (but taking into account distance traveled, storage costs, growth and production ethics, etc.) Then pull on a pair of socks, keep them on overnight, and hopefully feet will be less dry in the morning.
- dry and flaky: check for eczema. Oil up overnight as previously.
- foot baths: soak in warm water (not too hot) and oil, and then oil after. Same for hands. Recommend olive oil: the shop-bought extra virgin cooking variety; our current one is from Crete and lives in a large Kermit-green can.
- optional: add smelly stuff. And drink a nice cup of fragrant tea of some sort (black, green, white, herbal) while soaking feet. Maybe reuse teabags as en eye-mask at the same time. That’s what I like to think of as high-level multi-tasking.
- old love, not used for many years, but saved my feet when I was an undergraduate student and worked as a waitress and library assistant and assorted other jobs that meant being on my feet for a long time: The Body Shop peppermint & pumice foot scrub, the peppermint foot and leg lotion, and the peppermint foot spray. Heaven. They were a Christmas gift set one year, and I think this might have been the only such set I ever repurchased.
2. ETC. Continue reading
to my MakeupAlley notepad: which is now updatable without crashing. Albeit, as is all too often the case, if you’re not using a Windows OS you can’t avail yourself of wysiwyg editors and you’re back with old-fashioned hand-scripting. Oh well. Does the job.
Revamped notepad now reflects what’s on here. Most of it shouldn’t need updating for a while. But–golly gosh–I first put together that MUA notepad five (yes, 5) years ago. My MUA-birthday was on the 24th; I admit to having lurked for 2004-07 on another account (which I deleted when I “went active”), with which all I did was read reviews and board discussion, as a passive MUAer. But five years is an eternity in internet terms. Even more chilling, for anyone scared of aging: I built my first website and made my first Wikipedia edits ten years ago, first blogging shortly after, and first online chat (gulp) twenty years ago.
Makes you think. Encroaching old age. Senescence and senility, or wisdom and venerability? Me, I’m looking forward to Second Childhood. And to all my colouring changing, which will mean being able to wear all sorts of ginger-inappropriate things with impunity:
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. Continue reading
See for example this recent exchange on the MUA Green Board (a little over a week ago): Continue reading
Like most people today, I get some interesting correspondence. Email’s one thing, add in blogs, and then some over on MUA. Continue reading