Further Lamentations Of Unstable Leftist Women
September 19, 2020
The Other Half thinks that some of you may be amused by this.
Update, via the comments:
Joan asks, drily, “Is it performance art?”
Well, in a manner of speaking, I suppose it is. It’s all rather performative and narcissistic, and the theatrical breathlessness is presumably for the benefit of a like-minded audience – one that won’t find such behaviour strange or unflattering. I mean, if you were actually having some kind of meltdown, an unpremeditated psychological crisis, would your first thought be to film yourself in order to share the screeching with your equally woke peers, and thereby accrue status?
It’s not just the ladies, of course. Quite a few leftist chaps seem a tad unstable too:
I wrote earlier about trying to express my reasons to my dad in a calm and intellectual manner. I actually thought I had been calm and well-reasoned. I thought I might even be making progress. Today I found out he put a Trump sign in his yard. I got pissed. Really pissed. And I sent him and my mom a text message. Hands shaking, tears in eyes.
From an item titled, rather triumphantly, Today I Gave My Dad A Choice: Trump or His Grandkids and His Son.
Pronouns declared, obviously.
As with Ms Christina Cauterucci, a “gender and feminism” enthusiast whose Slate article is poked at here, you have to wonder whether fantasies of coercion and sadistic emotional punishment, and blackmailing your own parents in order to purge them of non-leftist views – using the threat of never seeing their grandchildren - is really a sign of a well-adjusted adult. And not, say, someone exhibiting a kind of cult-like behaviour. And remember, these things are announced publicly, with pride. “What a clever and principled leftist I am.”
Further unspoolings can be found here and here. Also, open thread. Share ye links and bicker.