(If you no like to read, here’s the audio version of this satire with lots of extra clips & Stefan Molyneux nonsense. And if you don’t know who the frig this Stefan Molyneux alt-right rant boy cult leader guy is, here’s his original video about us all being slaves & taxation being theft blah blah. And here’s a Stef ranty ridiculous rant compilation)
…the ranting Libertarian Internet Warlord who was cloned from Dr Evil of the Austin Powers movies; how you came to be his snivelling cuck and how you can finally be free of his pretentious voice and ridiculously… long… … … pauses.
This was the start of the greatest tragedy of your life; a destructive path to hateful oblivion with delusions of white genocide that you, his brainwashed little sub, have been led down on a choking leash. You’re a good little doggie aren’t you?
Like all money-grubbing egotistical monsters, Stefan Molyneux wants to dominate and exploit all of humanity to try and fill the empty void in his battered little boy hole, but nothing you ever do will be enough. Nothing! Even if you devote yourself 100%; you mean less to him than a clucking battery hen; power queefing out little pellets for him to steal from you.
The greatest resource for Stefan Molyneux to control is not natural resources or tools or animals or land or low IQ Puerto Ricans, it’s you; yes you! He has preached freedom to you while stealing it from under your stubby little piggy nose. Oink oink!
Stefan Molyneux is a false prophet; a beta sheep wearing an alpha wolf mask; a one-eyed man in the kingdom of the blind internet trolls; a tin pot Youtube bully dictator who has reprogrammed your brain so that only he can drip feed you tiny amounts of dopamine. He promises more; if only you give him more more more money and devote even more more more time to his endless drivel on subjects about which he knows almost nothing.
Stefan Molyneux is a great philosopher in the same way that Harvey Weinstein is a charming ladies man. In fact worse; because you’ll only be winning Razzies rather than Oscars: Good Will Humping a watermelon rather than Shakespeare in Loving Gwyneth Goop. How has he made your already rather privileged life any better with his childish fantasies of telling all the authority figures in your life to go fuck themselves? You have worse daddy issues than Chandler Bing from Friends while also being more pitiful than 50 year old Matthew Perry. Yes you’re a transdimensional cucking schlub able to break the 4th wall in a single adorable little rant about how the minorities took away your slave owner beating sticks.
Are you beginning to see the nature of the cage that you have trapped yourself in for Stefan Molyneux’s psycho-pathetic willy jollies? Take a step back from your pseudo-philosophology cult; a cage of illogical distortions destroying your true potential: You and your fellow Stefan Molyneux kneeling sucker cucks cannot be rationally understood until you are seen for what you really are; a battery farm of cognitively retarded keyboard warrior sheep owned by absent herder Stefan Molyneux. He is leading you, his little baby-brained lambs, to slaughter; brainwashed and completely unable to thrive in a society that demands cognitive excellence and ideological flexibility. A goat-teethed Islamic State repressed gay executioner has a better chance of reintegrating with civilization than you do.
No doubt you get confused because Stefan Molyneux provides you with lots of content; lots and lots and lots and lots of empty, unsatisfying pseudo-intellectual junk food videos and podcasts that rival the MTV show Just Tattoo of Us for academic rigour and cultural importance. In one episode a guy got himself tattooed on his friend’s belly; bent over with his navel as the asshole. That is a more deeply profound statement about the human condition than anything Stefan has ever done or will ever do!
Do you really believe that there is some ‘benevolence’ to Stefan’s inane drivel that isn’t just self-hating, racist, misogynistic & despotic big black penis envy? Do you truly believe he is helping you lead a better life? I’m so sorry little man-child, but nothing could be further from the reality. Stefan Molyneux’s delusions for a future better society free of all his manufactured darker-skinned welfare-dependent evils will never happen. He will never deliver for you. Never!
He has stripped you of your dignity, laughed at your impotence, and deluded you into believing that only he knows what the true purpose of humanity is. Do you really believe that only you, his small community of narrow-minded racially-pure cognitively-vacuous sycophants will be able to bring forth a new age of enlightenment and freedom? It’s a tantalising fantasy, sure, but Hitler’s micro-penis had a better chance and it’s now in a jar for all to point and laugh at.
Stefan Molyneux makes you believe that you’re truly part of his league of extraordinary white gentlemen, a superior race that all others must bow down to so that we all can be free! Or maybe you’ve just lost a tiny bit of the privilege you never deserved in the first place and your muff is a little miffed about being treated more equally? Yet another angry white boi! Instead of actually trying a little harder on a more even playing field, you give up and feed off the grumbling rant monster, further exacerbating your anger & annihilating your chances of a fulfilling life where you are the master of your own destiny.
How about finding a purpose to your life that doesn’t obsess over blaming others and claiming that your imaginary rights have been stolen by the cursed dark bogeymen, the neighbouring tribe of monkeys who want your bananas? Oga booga oga booga right? How about finding a purpose to your life that enriches all of humanity rather than tears it all down and anoints only a few scared little white boys? Stefan’s youth, a slave race, all marching to the same step, dehumanising all who oppose them.
How about realising how far we’ve come? How much we take for granted that we’re not all coughing up tuberculosis lung while simultaneously being penetrated by a giant Neanderthal black bear with a poorer understanding of consent than Dr Cliff Huxtable’s favourite speculum? You don’t need to pledge allegiance to a leader with the verbal aptitude of a sofa and serial-killer good looks. You’d be better donating your money to a starving cam girl with a history of girl-on-girl sexy violence like Harli Jane or an aspiring no-hoper snooty stand-up comedian like Tom Cassidy. They really could do with your help!
I get it. It’s not all your fault. You avoid the horror of your enslavement to Stefan Molyneux with all your tightey whitey might because it is so painful to see it directly. You dance around the endless psychological violence of Stefan Molyneux’s slowly but surely dying system because you fear the attacks of your fellow cult member livestock and most of all from your pure white bowling ball goat herder daddy substitute.
In reality, Stefan Molyneux has massive disdain for his followers. You should hear what he says about you behind your back, when the cameras aren’t on and his narcissistic charm mask and verbal assault rifles are uncucked. He hates you all; despises you for being so damn stupid and falling into his trap of replacing a pretty roomy and comfortable soft-shelled crab cage with a far worse one; a ball-crushing chastity belt giving you an insecure angry screeching voice with less leadership potential than Pauly Shore reminiscing about the good old days before everyone realised he had even less talent than you.
But we can only be kept in the cages we refuse to see! Wake up to a new story; a morning glory; revitalise your sexual potential; work on this and there’s a good chance of you finding erotic nirvana without Stefan Molyneux creepily watching your every clumsy thrust. Keep working on it and you’ll become an irresistible pleasure machine in no time!
To see Stefan for who he truly is is to leave, become your own master and walk your own path! If you really really really need a daddy substitute, then at least follow someone who accepts that the status quo isn’t perfect but is reasonably stable. Most of all someone you can admire who doesn’t have utter contempt for those who follow him. Author Yuval Noah Harari or Nigel Groper from Man Brain podcast will certainly be more constructive to you; actually doing something useful with your life rather than being less coherent than Charlie Sheen on Bacterial Vaginosis Taco Tuesdays.
Go on; you can do it little fella; only your mind locks you in your cage. Open the door and step out into your new life with you as your own master! A little scary isn’t it? Become your own daddy dom and spank yourself with a bread board harder than a cam girl begging for tips the night before pay day!
What are you going to do now that you’ve become decuckified?
The written word just couldn’t encapsulate my extreme frustration at the NO campaign during this 2017 arduous marriage equality postal survey in Australia. Others far more level-headed than me, such as Jennifer Wilson, are well-worth reading for their rational coverage of the Glasgow-kissing absurdity of it all.
So I made a very short video violently headbutting my YES vote. Dumb yes, but I think not nearly as dumb as the arguments against same-sex marriage. (Okay I cheated and the form was a photocopy; the real one was marked clearly YES with a pen!)
If you want more; something different and aurally violating, take a listen to my ranting podcaster Brett aka Skullf*cker growl at you for 40-odd minutes IN FAVOUR of same-sex marriage. NSFW 18+ (Also included are the standard arguments against marriage equality from an Australian Catholic Educator called Kevin Donnelly whom Skullf*cker describes as a ‘Pell pudding custard f*cktard’. No idea what that means!)
Had enough? No? Well this audio clip mashup I spent far too long making shows just how much more absurd the NO side is. It might tickle your gay genes and flip your pancake! YES, it’s NSFW 18+ too and includes lots of taboo words. It’s very tempting to do a remastered version including the latest Tony Abbott head butting fiasco, but again, Jennifer Wilson sums it up deliciously:
“And the week finished on a spectacularly self-mutilating note for the No side, with Cory Bernardi and Tony Abbott inadvertently exposing the dark spite at its crippled heart through a couple of straw-clutching stunts that only served to reveal the dire lack of substance in the anti-marriage equality tripe.”
Are we there yet? Yep, only two more months of this! God I hope your god is happy with himself. My god is me and I am terribly displeased! I’m very real too. You don’t want to anger a living all-powerful vengeful god, do you?
VOTE YES if you haven’t done so already!
Disclaimer: All this has been paid for by the gay mafia. I must do everything they say or DJ Funknukl will headbutt me and Josh Thomas will force me to like him!
Blame it on the rain, then on lip-syncing, then on Carlos Danger‘s doodle, then on the FBI, then on God for taking a sweet angel too soon…
Here’s a typical comment on a blog from a most definitely non-deplorable individual trying to come to grips with the Trump-ocalypse and impending destruction of the whole Universe, by a super-villain whose only motivation is bringing about the final days, when only the truly powerful non-losers will ascend the Trump Tower to immortality.
Blog Comment from Doug Quixote:
(Name used with permission. There is more agreement in worldviews than this comment might indicate, but this was only ascertained by further discussion. Many people do not do this, especially online, and this surely is detrimental to social cohesion.)
Unbiased, Uncynical, Unreal?
“I overestimated the intelligence of the American voters.
PT Barnum had it right 150 years ago, and they aren’t any brighter now.
But I disagree about the deplorables speech – it was a fine outbreak of honesty and truth. It breached the “don’t frighten the horses” nostrum.
But if you want a real point of damage: in an election where you need to get the voters to turn up, get the FBI to breathe life back into the dead horse of the emails. If undecided voters ever needed a reason not to bother voting . . .”
Perhaps this is why Hillary Clinton lost. Plenty of other opinions are available; until the Left fall in-step under their Communist mind control and settle on a single officially-sanctioned narrative. Propaganda’s great at controlling the Truth even to those who truly believe they aren’t being controlled. But of course the actual reasons that Hillary lost are multi-factorial, non-independent, chaotic, and completely beyond the abilities of our brains to determine; beyond grossly simplistic and distorted fantastical narratives. It could have been the weather triggered by a tiny queef, or Donald Trump’s cartoonish appearance & our fond memories of Willy Wonker’s chocolate workers, or a bizarre synchronization of social justice warrior menstrual cycles…
People with shattered glass brains shouldn’t throw trolls?
I’ll troll myself because, let’s face it, I’m (almost) as deplorable as everyone else and I have been trolling the crap out of my own tribe of Lefties as they continue to fall apart. I’m a little closer to the centre so I wasn’t going to launch into tirades of hissy-fit rants no matter who won. Maybe this was the wrong strategy and I’m evil; more than happy to let the world burn for my own entertainment? It is the greatest time for comedy and if I can convince more people how hilarious I am, especially my Man Brain podcast (www.manbrainpodcast.com), I’ll be thanking the Donald for trolling the world.
Americans are dumb, right?
“I overestimated the intelligence of the American voters.”
Self-Trolling Point 1:
Were Americans stupid when they voted in Obama or does their dumbness go up and down correlating with whether they agree with me or not? When ‘they’ do something that doesn’t fit in with my worldview, like worshipping Kanye West, I tend to throw my toys out of the cot and cry foul, as do most of us. Then I remember that I’m somewhere on the stupid spectrum too. Believe it or not, but I’m easily one of the top 1000 free thinkers of all time, yet still completely unable to grasp the fundamental code of the Universe, so any conclusions I come to are merely placeholders awaiting a future generation to stand on my shoulders, see much further, then laugh at how stupid I was.
Self-Trolling Point 2:
Remember that most people are mostly wrong most of the time. But that doesn’t stop me from grossly over-estimating my own rightness. In fact, it’s key to healthy irrationality: deluding myself into believing that I need to do something and couldn’t possibly do nothing or the world would fall apart or Adele would cause James Bond’s manhood to Skyfall or something really, really bad would happen for sure. I make this point, crudely, in my Man Brain podcast ep2 (see Soundcloud embed above) by adding a laughter track and Benny Hill music to a particularly righteous social justice warrior, called Laci Green. Cheap humour, sure, and I don’t disagree with all her points at all. I know full well that this is what I sound like too when I go off on a righteous rant, but it doesn’t stop me.
Americans are really, really, really dumb, right?
“PT Barnum had it right 150 years ago, and they aren’t any brighter now.”
Self-Trolling Point 3:
We’re all manipulated all the time by genetic and cultural programming. That appears to be on a spectrum too, and maybe I’m slightly less manipulated than a One Nation voter; I certainly like to think so, but that doesn’t make it definitely true. I wouldbet my house on it. However, I’d also bet my house on one day being recognised as the last prophet for humanity bringing forth the evolution of humanity into an emergent networked consciousness, so why would anyone listen to me?
Hillary Clinton is an amazing visionary, right?
“But I disagree about the deplorables speech – it was a fine outbreak of honesty and truth. It breached the “don’t frighten the horses” nostrum.”
Self-Trolling Point 4:
I replaced ‘deplorables’ with ‘r*tards’ in my brain. That’s how damaging I thought the Hillary speech was. This appears to be my own brain distortion because I too have been labelled very negatively by some of my own family members. It’s of course a cheap extremist tactic to label people as ‘us’ and ‘them’ in the hope of binding the ‘us’ together by believing that the ‘them’ are subhuman illiterate depraved monsters who do not deserve equal rights and most definitelynot equal voting rights. But they’re really, really stupid, right? They watch Kardashian-derivative reality TV instead of listening to Philip Glass and reciting Percy Shelly poetry, ffs, the uncultured swine.
I know it; you know it, ‘those’ people are a complete waste of oxygen and are destroying everything that is good about ‘us’. I might be making a superiority claim that cannot be shown to be helping with World Peace in the slightest. And the fewer in number the ‘us’ becomes; my problem is much more likely genetically programmed tribalism: my ape brain falsely believing in some existential threat for my ‘clearly’ superior tribe, who, when it comes down to ‘kill or be killed’ war, we should definitely be the ones to survive, because just look at ‘them’, those people who only bring ruin to the few remaining good people left: the deplorables, the barbarians, the dumb, the sheep, the puppets, the Jews, the witches, the Blacks, the gays, the Fred Savages, the Justin Beliebers, the dole-bludgers, the Muslims, the obese, the Nazis. Pick a label for ‘them’. I believe that ‘them people’ should die before me if the sh*t really hits the fan and the war of the words somehow devolves into the war of the world: part 3: This time we really got to clean this sh*t up and ensure that these evil f*ckers are never allowed to congregate and breed ever again.
Evil forces took Hillary down, right?
“But if you want a real point of damage: in an election where you need to get the voters to turn up, get the FBI to breathe life back into the dead horse of the emails. If undecided voters ever needed a reason not to bother voting . . .”
Self-Trolling Point 5:
It’s a bit weird that I don’t blame Hillary’s loss on the FBI, even though it could be the case. It just sounds too much like the kind of thinking I accuse the other side of engaging in all the time. Blaming others instead of re-assessing my own ideologies and failings and sprinkling in some conspiratorial thinking for good measure just doesn’t feel right to me when I’ve berated so many others for doing this.
Self-Trolling Point 6:
Ultimately, when the end of days begins, my survival strategy may prove to be a poor one. Sh*tting on my own tribe instead of backing them up 100%, will get we banished and face certain annihilation, but I just canna do it Captain. I can’t take my side pulling the same BS and I will point it out and others should point out my BS too. That’s how we continually improve, rather than just stick with our antiquated ideologies that aren’t coping with all the changes to society their creators could never have envisioned.
But stick to your plan if you want. It might very well be your best coping strategy. In any case, I’m still standing yeah, yeah, yeah, and so are you, so let’s pick this up in ten years assuming the internet is still a thing, and we can have a blast with the ‘I told you so’ game. I’ll bet my children that I’m proven right. Not my favourite child, of course, just the other ones. They make the deplorables look like Donald Trump Jr. If you think none of this article makes sense, then you haven’t quite come to terms with the fact that Donald Trump is very soon to be the leader of the free world!
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I just found the most disgusting, misogynistic, spit-take funny podcast rant in my head, and I’m so ashamed and embarrassed, I don’t know what to do. Please help me with my lustful & violent thoughts that can at times overcome my agender, asexual, rational brain. Thank you in advance, beautiful forgiving humans with ample mammary glands.
(in case the feminist Illuminati censor my free speech under 18C. TRIGGER WARNING)
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This article was inspired by No Place for Sheep’s article which in turn was a reaction towards an article from The Conversation which summarised the findings from multiple psychological studies about possible sexual objectification of female adults and children wearing certain types of clothing. Got all that? If not, don’t worry. It’s a massive topic and I’m not going to deal with most of the issues; and yet I have still managed to write an article considered four times too long for ‘modern’ tastes.
I am not an animal! I am a human being!
The one thing that piqued my interest from one of the studies cited in The Conversation article (linked above) was the use of animal-print clothing to trigger possible reactions of sexualisation. Why did the researchers choose this? I’ll just focus on the print and not any perceived skin-tightness or ‘skimpiness’ or the fact that, in the study, it was a cardigan of all things.
Gender is a factor here too of course as it is not typically the cultural norm in our society for men to wear animal-print; like it was/is in other more tribalistic cultures. I’ll leave that issue alone in its cage for now too.
Actually, don’t tell a soul, but I do have a pair of animal-print leggings that I wear around the house and I’m male; well mostly male; well mostly male appearance. My technically ‘cougar’ wife bought them for me as a joke knowing full well my opinion of animal-print; but comfort rules for me and they are mighty comfortable. But enough about my psychological gender fluidity…
Open your mind to your feelings on animal-print clothing…
Compare in your mind two near-identical blouses hanging up in a clothing store: one with a neutral block colour and the other leopard-print. Do you feel differently about the two items? There is no functional difference and only a minor aesthetic difference, right?
Now, imagine the kind of person who would wear each of the tops. Remember they are the same cut. Which would a stereotypical Real Housewife prefer? Which would a CEO prefer? Which would the women in your life prefer? Which would you prefer? There probably shouldn’t be any judgements either way because what’s the difference really? Any perceived differences would likely be an indication of our genetic and cultural programming, right?
Oh no! I’m not an animal. I’m an animal-print bigot!
I certainly feel there are differences even though I know full well there shouldn’t be, or at least wouldn’t be, if I could somehow abandon all my not-so-useful ingrained programming. Should I be ashamed to think that animal-print is more ‘tacky’, ‘dumb’ and, eek, can I type this without censoring, ‘slutty’? I couldn’t imagine any version of me ever choosing, and being chosen by, a potential female partner who wore a lot of animal-print? This doesn’t seem right; especially when I try really hard to not let arbitrary biases rule my life. Could this just be confirmation bias based on my small sample of women who have ever even thought for a nanosecond about dating me? It’s possible, but the researchers did use an animal-print top in the psychological study, so I’m probably not alone in these feelings I’d prefer not to have at all. And as I’ve crudely demonstrated in the picture captions, triggering happens in the brain faster than our conscious minds can keep up; even when we are fully aware of our triggers.
I would certainly prefer to judge people by more than their mostly unconscious clothing decisions, so is there a way I can I go about at least partially deprogramming myself from my animal-print cringe/flee thoughts?
Our Culture Still Has a Real Problem with Judging Women on their Appearance
If I could start from scratch with a true tabula rasa of a brain, I should not feel any ill-will against one type of clothing over another. I would look for patterns of who wears different styles from a large sample of people. I would then look for correlations between the clothing style variable and other variables like intelligence, mental well-being, socio-economic status; whichever boxes that we throw people in to simplify all the thousands (maybe millions?) of humans we’re bombarded with when we only evolved to only ever see a few hundred. I can’t easily perform this study from my fortress of solitude, and sadly didn’t notice a single person wearing animal-print during today’s anxiety-filled trip to the shopping centre, so I’ll settle for Google instead, and see if I can pick up any patterns. I haven’t succeeded of course at being a full blank slate, but I’ll let you know when I work out how to fully unplug myself from our Matrix and be able to read the raw code of reality.
‘white blouse’ vs ‘animal print blouse’ in Google image search
the first few rows of images for ‘white blouse’ were of the clothes only; no model
all the ‘animal print blouse’ images were modelled
white is a pure colour in our culture and I could sense this difference when I compared the white blouses to the animal-print blouses that looked certainly less pure to me and yes, more wild. I’m not happy with these feelings but I didn’t create these associations.
research language associations:
wild, animal, cats, cougars, kittens, pussies, Catwoman, pussy-whipped, cougar-bait, minx, cat-fighting, kitty has got some claws
big & small cats are most certainly used as slang for women far more often than men; is it based on stereotypes for female behaviour?
the rise of the term cougar as an older dominant attractive female is a sign of changing times, although the patriarchy still manipulates them to pay pink tax to look a certain way, often including totally unnecessary surgical procedures
trust the Urban dictionary, the bastion of teenage misogyny, to include an entry about a ‘feline scale’:
“based on a woman’s age, this scale classifies women (who prey on younger men for their sexual appetite) as felines”
thanks for reminding us, contributor Eightball Jedi, of how terrible our society can still be towards women. I’m going to take a guess that Eightball Jedi is not a ‘feline’…
find an article, written by someone who wears animal-print, about how to do it in a ‘classy’ way without looking like a Real Housewife:
this quote sum up the article and makes me shudder. It’s not much better than the Urban Dictionary: “For a night out when you’re on the prowl, try a leopard-print dress with a black leather jacket.”
I can’t say I’ve ever been on the prowl or been prowled by anybody. I don’t feel like I’ve exactly missed out on anything…
cat-prints do appear to evoke more of a reaction that zebra-prints or giraffe-prints. Big cats aren’t typically our pets and we don’t eat them. They are fierce predators to be avoided. Could a blouse really evoke a fear response that could be misattributed as sexual arousal as the article claims? Or maybe a fight response towards a big cat requiring to be attacked or tamed because it’s impossible to outrun with our inefficient bipedal motion?
I agree that there could be some unconscious desire to keep a close eye on the potential threat, but I’m not so sure about wanting to wrestle with the big cat or somehow try to soothe it, if the cat ‘pounced’.
I’m pretty certain that I would just freeze if I saw a big cat on safari and would likely get mauled worse than one of the poor keepers at Australia Zoo, who all probably get regularly screamed at by Terri to make the shows more ‘exciting’.
or how about the tribesmen who go out of their way to hunt big cats, then wear them as trophies? Could wearing animal-print make it seem like there is a trophy to be taken-down and then ‘displayed’?
or how about yet another theory? Animal-print clothing may not mean there’s danger about, but that the person who is wearing the pelt of a powerful animal is a great warrior. They could have either taken it down themselves or it could have been given to them as a gift. Both likely would have been advantageous in a sexual mate when living in a small tribe.
See the problem with evolutionary psychology? It’s good stuff on the big-picture general level, but get down in the dirt with all the animals, and there’s no way to work out which of the above theories is a dominant lion and which are subordinate lionesses. And I haven’t even included anything about the worship of female cat deities in ancient Egypt. None of this dredging up of our past makes me feel good about humanity, but it’s difficult to completely dismiss all of this as some people try to do. Science has continued to forge ahead and break our delusions of how much control we have over our behaviour. I do hold out hope that there’s still a little free will in there somewhere; because I need to believe that we are all more than just genetic and cultural slaves.
How cougars and kitties attract bad boys? Yuck!
To take evolutionary psychology probably way too far, assuming against my hope that some of us really are slaves to our programming, which style of clothing would be more animalistic to them? White or animal-print? Animal-print surely, right? And what do animals do? Do they write blogs, debate about racist cartoons and try their best to ignore the hideously corrupt and drug-addled Olympics? Nope, they fight, they f*ck and they feed. Think of the classic bad boy, going out on a date, eating, sneering at and punching someone who looked at his female companion wearing tiger-print pants, then taking her home to do the most important thing for continuation of our species: wrestle her to the ground and have his way with her half-tiger/half-lady body. This might sound ghastly to me, but can we say this type of behaviour never happens?
So could that mean that some women, if they want to attract a bad boy, wear animal-print clothing when they are ‘on the prowl’, as the classy animal-print fashion blogger put it?
he’ll get a bit of an adrenaline response because he thinks the human female is a predator about to pounce, so he’ll work extra hard to tame her?
or he’ll go on the hunt after her as a trophy, then tell embarrassingly embellished stories to all his friends of how his mark fought him off at first until she was purring in his arms, or whatever BS?
or he’ll unconsciously see that she is a powerful warrior who slayed a big cat and is now wearing its pelt; and a woman who is skilled at ‘cat-fighting’ is highly valued?
or her previous male-partner did the slaying, which must make her a real catch because she managed to keep the pelt and ditch him?
All of this sounds so alien to me it’s laughable, but there is a little bit of science to back some of it up. Back to the original research that prompted this article: can any of this be used to partly explain why the researchers used animal-print clothing in the study to trigger possible thoughts of sexualisation? I do feel that there’s something here, but it’s mostly conjecture, so will await some tribal boffins to dedicate their entire academic careers to the study of the evolutionary psychology of animal-print clothing. Maybe the clothing industry would fund it if they thought it could lead to more profits and eventually to every man, woman, child, and non-gender-binary on the planet owning a closet-full of animal-print clothes. I pray that day never comes…
Deprogramming ourselves for the sake of equality?
So where does all this leave us? Due to our evolutionary and cultural programming that is probably stronger in some people than others, animal-print clothing worn by women is considered to be more ‘sexual’ than single block-colour clothing. Colours and patterns do evoke all sorts of feelings within us, both emotional and sometimes sexual too. There’s nothing special about the clothes or the patterns, it’s our brains ascribing pre-programmed traits to people wearing particular pieces of cloth. All that we can do, it seems, is try to compensate for this in our day-to-day lives and explain to others that clothes do not maketh the woman or man or child or non-gender-binary. If we take a little extra time, we should be able to at least try to overcome our initial reactions upon seeing someone wearing clothes we don’t like or clothes that we like too much.
But that doesn’t mean our initial reactions are always wrong; just that they aren’t a reliable indicator; and further investigation is required. So the neurotic Tinder-swiping is likely complete rubbish at finding a suitable date. Even speed-dating would most likely eliminate people who could be compatible. A lot of kind, quietly spoken people don’t do well with first impressions and a lot of destructive narcissists do extremely well because of their superficial charm. So don’t judge a man by his animal-print leggings, okay?
Of course, once you get to know people, and realise that they have no competency in their jobs and are therefore blocking someone with much more talent, constructive criticism is warranted. Take my arch-nemesis-nematode Sonia Kruger. Forget the book metaphor; she is pure nothingness of a scale not seen since before the Big Bang. It’s time for one of the Australian free-to-air networks to go, and Channel 9 did have Big Brother last, hosted by nothingness, so…
Try this one on for size…
to help you to admit to yourself some of your prejudices, rather than just pretending you’re not flawed like the rest of us. Find them, then try your best to engage your slow-thinking and compensate for them.
You can even try to exaggerate your brain’s quick response / slow response switching, in a safe way, by judging people on the TV that you’ve never seen before. I haven’t done a study to see if all people can do this, but I suspect that most people can pretty easily:
Find a TV show with a diverse crowd of people who are strangers to you who get to interact with the talent. In Australia, QandA will work, even though there’s rarely any talent…
I looked for a contestants on one of the people’s forums for Australia’s recent federal election, where all of them only won warm, smarmy condescension from, well, you know who…
Wait for someone you have a visceral reaction to purely based on their appearance including of course their clothing.
I found my trigger-person, who, on my snap judgment was an over-weight same-sex attracted female, though my brain didn’t use that terminology initially. Yes, it’s ironic that I don’t look too different to this person myself.
For ten seconds, yell at the screen the most hideous things you can think of, that the most disgusting bully might yell at the person.
I won’t write what I yelled at the screen, but it wasn’t nice, it wasn’t clever, and it wasn’t funny. But it did come out of my brain and I’d really prefer to not think like this all the time like others in my family seem to.
If you want some misogyny ideas, look no further than Donald Trump, who has more patriarchal put-downs that the number of Miss Universe contestants he’s sniffed, up and down, just to check they really are perfect 10s.
Another Little Britain clip shows you how to be really mean and stereotype other people you might have an undesirable knee-jerk response to.
For the rest of the time that the person is speaking, try to forget completely what stereotype they look like, and just listen to them and look closely for non-verbal communication as well. How confident do they look? What is their attitude towards the people they are talking to? What do you think they are feeling? If you haven’t already worked out that this is empathy training, then even more reason to actually give it a go.
My experience was cruel bullying jokes for a short time when I was watching the contestant on the people’s forum, but that soon turned into welling-up a bit when I could clearly see how hard a life this person had endured. (15min into video) It was readily apparent that this person struggled just to live through no fault of her own. The point here is not to feel pity for anyone, but to see everyone as equal human beings and give them a chance; even the ones you don’t think you’ll like; even the ones wearing the most eye-bleeding fashion you’ve ever seen.
If you can jump straight to step 4 with all people you meet, who clearly aren’t a physical threat to you, and try to engage in civil discussion with everyone regardless of their looks, until it’s clear that civility isn’t possible, at which point polite retreat could be the best strategy, then you are more enlightened than me. You can then teach me some more strategies on how to dispense with my lingering prejudice against people who wear a lot of animal-print!
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Let’s hide under our doonas for a while and slow dance. You may fantasise about whichever politician takes your fancy. I’d love to be platonically spooned by Senator Penny Wong, but you might love to have the sweet nothings of trickle-down economic rationalism man-splained to you by caretaker Treasurer Scott Morrison.
Step 2: Sing along
Click on video below to listen to a song of grace and atonement, with Mary Magdeline played by Grandma Bill Shorten, Jesus Christ Superstar played by Grandpa Malcolm Turnbull, and Judas played by Greens Leader Great Uncle Richard Di Natale.
Step 3: Pray to GOD
Repeat the following prayer 76 times. Close your eyes and breathe deeply.
“For this new Canberra morning with its shimmering Lake Burley Griffin laced with immunity-boosting fracking waste-water, For Cory Bernardi’s conservative revolution rowing away into obscurity, For weekend work and penalty rates for the under-class, For Medicare privatisation and taxing junk food, for same-sex love and cross-benchers. For everything Thy goodness sends, We thank Thee, dearest Australian Federal Mother-Brain LLNP Glorious Omni-benevolent Duopoly. Amen.”
Warning: This article is even longer than the 2016 Australian federal election campaign was
and 10 times longer than it needed to be (over 5000 words instead of 500)
and repeats the same three-word slogans over and over, like ‘Deport all bogans’
and makes as many gaffes, unrealistic promises and impossible prognostications
and has made my ‘advisors’ cringe from going so off-script
but is closer to ‘Paul Keating’ funny than ‘Bill Shorten’ anti-funny funny
Summary: Australia is pretty great so avoid these radical parties:
Put Family First, the Liberal Democrats & the Health Australia Network near or at the bottom unless you want Australia to become more religious, gun-toting and anti-science like the US.
Also, unless you’re a proud white supremacist, put the Liberty Alliance, Australia First and One Nation at the bottom too. Sure, extremist Islam is a problem, as is all extremism, but I’d be more worried about your intimate partner than a suicide bomber. Do we even have a watch-list for known violent misogynists?
Without quantifiable decision-making procedures for voting, we are more donkey-ape hybrids than humans
The Australian Federal election is almost over and there’s just one more painful kidney stone to force out of your urethra, if you haven’t been lucky enough to vote already. After the weekend, we can all breathe a sigh of relief and relax, knowing that our country is in the safest and most capable hands, until the next round of leadership speculation starts to cause some more calcification build-up. The Coalition looks like winning (my prediction is 88 seats in homage to the year of our great invasion), and the LLNP-GOD will once again keep the Star Wars aliens, belonging to parties of scum and villainy, from holding any power in the Cantina of Representatives. The Senate Palace is another issue entirely, and I’m predicting that Salacious B. Crumb and Pote Snitkin will wreak havoc and throw Nick Xenophon to the Rancor. Continue reading →