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Why I despise incels
I've been reading about the new Netflix series called "Adolescence", about an incel teenage boy who murders a teenage girl. The culture of men-on-women violence has been growing since the late 1980s, and, throughout that period, has gone from being culturally deviant to entirely normalised. I despise every last one of these whining, self-pitying, entitledContinue reading "Why I despise incels"
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The Pelicot rapists
Subtitle: "our cultural normalisation of sociopathy". The perpetrators in the Pelicot rape case are the most contemptible shower of losers imaginable. They've never had good sex, and they are incapable of ever doing so, for the fairly obvious reason noted below. There are a couple of issues: As 1970s feminists alleged, are all men rapists?Continue reading "The Pelicot rapists"
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What Are Children For? The normalisation of the new death culture
"White middle-class woman posts long article explaining why she is "loving" [sic] being "child-free" and why anyone who as much as raises an eyebrow, or even appears concerned, should just fuck right off." Been a rash of such "doth protest too much" articles in mainstream newspapers recently, from the usual sort of first-world-problem navel-gazers. Whereas,Continue reading "What Are Children For? The normalisation of the new death culture"
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Protected: Up the Reds
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What the best feelings sound like:
As someone who grew up shaped by, and obsessed with, punk, imho there are no truer inheritors of its original spirit than Melt Banana. Yasuko Onuki channels all that is primal, and pure, and joyous, and un-corrupted by a priori syntactical tramlines in ways that the vast majority of fake neo-punks (fuck off Green Day)Continue reading "What the best feelings sound like:"
