Over my years as an employee at various places, I have on occasion heard one colleague or another (male AND female) make the odd inappropriate comment or off-color joke. I even had (a long time ago) a supervisor make a very clumsy attempt at flirting which included a wildly inappropriate sexual innuendo, which I laughed off. Because humans are sexual creatures, once in a while that subject is going to come up, perhaps as a joke, in the work place. Of course, it’s better if you don’t joke about sex at work, but it happens and as long as it’s not too egregious or a regular habit, I think we can probably all just let it slide, don’t you?
It’s the liberal way:
The order in which those articles were published on MLive was:
- After Brussels terrorist attacks, Ann Arbor schools cancels Europe trips
- Ann Arbor students head to Costa Rica instead of Spain after Brussels terrorist attacks
- Ann Arbor students spread messages of love after ‘Stop Islam’ chalking at U-M:
#HonkForHappiness. #NoHate. “Have fun, pizza rules.”
On Friday, April 1, Ann Arbor Open students, chalk in hand, spread messages of love, peace and unity—and pizza—on the sidewalks outside of their school, 920 Miller Ave.
The words and peace signs are in response to a chalking on the University of Michigan Diag Wednesday, March 30. Someone had written #StopIslam and Trump 2016, causing a response from university officials and backlash on social media.
“This is an opportunity to spread love and peace, even with small actions like this,” said Open Principal Meg Fenech. “We can combat hate. Even a kindergartner speaking your thoughts of unity and togetherness, that’s important.”
Last week in Our Best Days Are Behind Us, Patrice Lewis (whom I generally admire) wrote:
Individual liberty corrected many of our nation’s wrongs over the subsequent century.
So here’s a question – what changed? Why should America’s best days be behind it?
…Today we’ve reversed our good-to-bad ratio. Many of the things that were very bad (slavery, etc.) have been corrected. Many of the things that were very good are being crushed.
Belief in, and reliance upon, God has dropped precipitously. Government interference in our personal lives is high. Morals and responsibility are low. Illegitimacy has skyrocketed. Men make babies and walk away. Women have turned to government handouts to support those babies, or have government-funded abortions to kill them. Thrift and self-sufficiency are distant memories. Handouts are now multi-generational legacies.
The trouble is that progressives have taken over. They’ve gone far beyond the notion of correcting legitimate grievances to the creation of a fake “utopia” based on goals that can only be achieved through coercive force […] Our nation will continue its decline unless its people recapture the qualities our Founding Fathers envisioned: minimal government, a balanced budget, maximum personal responsibility, thrift, strong families, hard work and an unshakeable faith in God.
I suppose this is all cyclical. After all, the famous quote attributed (probably incorrectly) to Alexander Fraser Tytler remains eerily prescient for America:
A democracy is always temporary in nature; it simply cannot exist as a permanent form of government. A democracy will continue to exist up until the time that voters discover that they can vote themselves generous gifts from the public treasury. From that moment on, the majority always votes for the candidates who promise the most benefits from the public treasury, with the result that every democracy will finally collapse due to loose fiscal policy, which is always followed by a dictatorship.
I admire Mrs. Lewis’ homesteading skills and enjoy her social commentary, and she comes so close to getting it, understanding that liberalism is the crux of the problem, but then she just couldn’t connect the dots that the Founding Fathers were the original American liberals. I think of this blind faith as Founding Father Worship.
The disconnect is so odd because it’s like saying, “Hey this democracy train is actually heading straight for Tyranny-ville and I’ve got the Tytler Train Schedule right here telling me that’s where this train is bound for, but if we can just somehow throw the democracy train in reverse for a spell, surely we will somehow get to some other destination instead, as opposed to just taking longer to getting to Tyranny-ville!”
Trying to back up the democracy train, which is what the most conservativey conservatives want (as opposed to plain ole’ conservatives who just want to slow it down a little), is kind of like the Ferris Beuller kids trying to turn back the odometer on Dad’s Ferrari by setting its wheels up on blocks, throwing it into reverse, and putting a brick on the accelerator:
Which, as you know, worked oh so well:
Odometers by their nature go forward. It’s what they do.
But people just can’t seem to let go of the idea that democracy itself would be an awesome form of government if only it didn’t keep doing what democracies by their very nature must always do – collapse into tyranny.
But point out that there are other forms of government – such as monarchy, for instance -and even the most conservative folks look at you with bafflement and even horror:
“B-but what if the king is a tyrant?!”
This past Sunday my mother-in-law kindly treated my daughters and me to tickets to see the National Tour of the Rodgers and Hammerstein Broadway musical, Cinderella. Of course it was lovely and magical; even my high schooler gasped when Cinderella’s rags magically turned into a ball gown right in front of our eyes.
“How did they do that?” she asked, but I couldn’t answer because I didn’t know. It was quite astonishing. But one song in particular made me laugh:
The Stepsister’s Lament
Why would a fellow want a girl like her, a frail and fluffy beauty?
Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer a solid girl like me?
She’s a frothy little bubble with a flimsy kind of charm,
And with very little trouble, I could break her little arm!!
Why would a fellow want a girl like her, so obviously unusual?
Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer a usual girl like me?
A SECOND LADY OF THE COURT
Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink
But not any pinker than a rose is
A THIRD LADY OF THE COURT
Her skin may be delicate and soft
But not any softer than a doe’s is
A FOURTH LADY OF THE COURT
Her neck is no whiter than a swan’s
She’s only as dainty as a daisy
She’s only as graceful as a bird, so why is the fellow going crazy?
CHARLOTTE & THE LADIES OF THE COURT
Oh why would a fellow want a girl like her, a girl who’s merely lovely
Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer a girl who’s merely me?
What’s the matter with the man?
Yes, he’s witty, so disarming, and I like the way he really holds a room
Clever cunning, ever charming, how do I make him see I’m special?
It’s a pity
LADIES OF THE COURT
It’s a pity
I’m as pretty
LADIES OF THE COURT
I’m as pretty
Plus I’ve got the patience of a perfect saint
So I’m waiting, always waiting
Nevertheless, I’m in a mess
Loosen my dress, help me, I’m starting to faint!
LADIES OF THE COURT
Why would a fellow want a girl like her, a girl who isn’t dizzy
Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer
A high-strung girl like me…
Ah, the usual feminist refrain…there is no such thing as a universal standard of beauty! But of course there is and to say otherwise is really quite delusional. We plain girls do best by accepting it, making the most of what we do have in the looks department, and then being darned charming to make up for the lack of objective physical beauty. One overcomes being plain by being sweet, not by being horrid. After all, if you wish to catch a fly, you use honey, not vinegar.
But really, it is liberal modernity that insists there are no absolute standards; feminists aren’t even clever enough to come up with that idea by themselves, the poor dears.
Do you remember a while back I had my own little lament about how I didn’t have the right words to talk about politics because “left” and “right” no longer make any sense to me?
…to talk about politics, we have to use these grossly inaccurate terms that don’t really mean precisely or even approximately what we want to say. We end up sounding like teenage girls gossiping about their frenemies instead of mature adults using wisdom and good judgement to decide upon a course of action.
Well, I read with interest several recent posts at Zippy Catholic, from which I will pull two quotes for your consideration.
We can think of modern politics as a mental prison composed of a soft chewy center, a comfortable center made of left-right faux opposition within the Overton window – differing mainly from place to place on how many and which particular unprincipled exceptions to liberalism are allowed.
And from Life outside the padded walls:
“Understanding our sociopolitical life as more of an ‘inside-outside’ thing than a ‘left-right’ thing changes our perspective significantly. Living inside or outside of a lie isn’t a matter of left versus right; it is a matter of the evil, false, and ugly versus the good, the true, and the beautiful.”
Of course, that makes quite a bit of sense. This is probably why so much of the news, political discourse, and cultural commentary I read sounds like it was written by middle school girls on the rag rather than rational adults. The good, the true, and the beautiful resides firmly outside the present day Overton Window clogged with (literal and metaphorical) ugly, high-strung, jealous stepsisters in denial of reality.
Humorously enough, the feminist denial of objective standards of beauty (which thereby elevates physical beauty above its proper place, anyway) probably is no small part of what makes a lot of people (men in particular, I would imagine) look up and say, “Hmm. I know I am supposed to find the ugly stepsister just as beautiful as Cinderella, but some how I can clearly see she isn’t…hey, look, there’s a whole ‘nuther world outside this window!”
So thank you, grumpy feminist stepsisters, for making the view inside the Overton Window so appalling that some folks actually peek outside for the first time.
Remember, the positive effects of diversity in communities are well-documented. If France is to continue to grow and prosper, the French must make it a more inclusive place.
Read the rest here.
As I was writing yesterday’s post, I was reminded yet again that I do not have the necessary words to say what I want to say about politics and culture. The problem is that these words – left, right, conservative, progressive, liberal, leftist, traditionalist – don’t seem to have precise meanings and instead are used in any given situation to denote the speaker’s or writer’s affiliation with or opposition to some particular group of people.
I was reading through a CNN article while drinking my morning coffee today and thought of this problem again Continue reading