If some of the static came packaged with actual proposed solutions to the various clearly defined problems associated with the cause, I could overlook some of it; no movement is perfect and even the most roundly beneficial ones always piss a bunch of people off.
But in following the incestuous running-mag scene, I'm finding that all of th…
If some of the static came packaged with actual proposed solutions to the various clearly defined problems associated with the cause, I could overlook some of it; no movement is perfect and even the most roundly beneficial ones always piss a bunch of people off.
But in following the incestuous running-mag scene, I'm finding that all of this stuff is coming from affluent people, mostly white women, who have always taken healthcare and as solid formal education for granted. This is just bellowing for the sake of adding to popular noise, even if it's basically Insane Clown Posse mixed with dubstep or something more obscene. If they care about a tide that lifts any boats besides the number of followers they have, they conceal this well.
A magazine called Women's Running is promoting someone who plans to release a book called "The Unbearable Whiteness of Running" and favors the disappearance, literally, of women's running. The regular contributors all write celebratory pablum about each other in the series of publications, I guess just striking while the iron is hot and cashing the shitty checks one receives for submission to these suddenly propaganda-driven outlets while they can.
Haha dear lord. As Katie and Jesse have said before about DiAngelo, you really have to wonder what kind of robes are in these people’s closets. This level of guilt over factors you have no control over is not normal.
Along those lines, yeah, my core issue isn't secret (or not) testicles whizzing around the track far in the lead in the women's middle distance events or any particular cultural substrate, but the never-ending and seductive drive to figure out what the hell is going on in the heads of Wokish people I thought I knew well and I know for certain are at least as "smart" as I am.
I keep trying to imagine what I would do if faced with the choice of lying in the service of a goal along with with everyone in my preferred social "tribe," or risking opprobrium and saying "Hey, you're now the climate-change-denialist neighbor you've been ripping on for 10 years, just with a different hat on."
I mean, this is automatic and has nothing to do with me being a great person or even close to the top of the first quintile, but (and another nod to this column's teachings) I'm clearly in the Jesse Singal "right-siders" faction, whereas everyone who now happens to be an editor at a running magazine is not.
I think I can start composing posts of my own just by copying and pasting all of my comments on SIngal-Minded lately into one dyspeptic slag heap.
If some of the static came packaged with actual proposed solutions to the various clearly defined problems associated with the cause, I could overlook some of it; no movement is perfect and even the most roundly beneficial ones always piss a bunch of people off.
But in following the incestuous running-mag scene, I'm finding that all of this stuff is coming from affluent people, mostly white women, who have always taken healthcare and as solid formal education for granted. This is just bellowing for the sake of adding to popular noise, even if it's basically Insane Clown Posse mixed with dubstep or something more obscene. If they care about a tide that lifts any boats besides the number of followers they have, they conceal this well.
A magazine called Women's Running is promoting someone who plans to release a book called "The Unbearable Whiteness of Running" and favors the disappearance, literally, of women's running. The regular contributors all write celebratory pablum about each other in the series of publications, I guess just striking while the iron is hot and cashing the shitty checks one receives for submission to these suddenly propaganda-driven outlets while they can.
Haha dear lord. As Katie and Jesse have said before about DiAngelo, you really have to wonder what kind of robes are in these people’s closets. This level of guilt over factors you have no control over is not normal.
Along those lines, yeah, my core issue isn't secret (or not) testicles whizzing around the track far in the lead in the women's middle distance events or any particular cultural substrate, but the never-ending and seductive drive to figure out what the hell is going on in the heads of Wokish people I thought I knew well and I know for certain are at least as "smart" as I am.
I keep trying to imagine what I would do if faced with the choice of lying in the service of a goal along with with everyone in my preferred social "tribe," or risking opprobrium and saying "Hey, you're now the climate-change-denialist neighbor you've been ripping on for 10 years, just with a different hat on."
I mean, this is automatic and has nothing to do with me being a great person or even close to the top of the first quintile, but (and another nod to this column's teachings) I'm clearly in the Jesse Singal "right-siders" faction, whereas everyone who now happens to be an editor at a running magazine is not.
I think I can start composing posts of my own just by copying and pasting all of my comments on SIngal-Minded lately into one dyspeptic slag heap.