I can’t believe a self-identifying alt-right type has cited a dishwasher as the zenith of personal organisation.
I missed the thing about James Spader.
Right, because I don't accord anti-vaxxers and flat-earthers the respect they apparently deserve?You are always 'sneering at muggles' too though Tea. This is what people do.
Right, because I don't accord anti-vaxxers and flat-earthers the respect they apparently deserve?
Well this goes right back to the Fascist ideal of the "man of action" versus the effete, decadent man of thought, doesn't it?Best not to think. Simply act. Since becoming a card carrying alt rightist I've found that when it's time to clear up the kitchen and load the dishwasher before bed, i simply do it.
Back when I was fat, Observer-reading baizuo centrist, the kitchen would still be in disarray next morning. Its like Jordan Peterson's bedmaking thing, but at the other end of the day.
But what if it is, though? Some positions are so demonstrably wrong and stupid that a thinking person achieves nothing but their own abasement by even entering into a debate.I was thinking mostly of the Brexi thread and your politics more generally. You are more likely than most to dismiss the other side (of whatever debate) as stupid and irrational.
Gus, for the love of all things holy, try taking a bomb into work tomorrow, you might actually develop some economic ideas then. That is, assuming you are corageous enough to stand behind your convictions.
Well nomadologist once said that all the regular users here are like an old married couple who finish each other's sentences, and that was years ago now.I know what you think about everything Tea, you don't need to tell me.
It's only natural that psychedelics push one to the right, it's mental resistance training and it's well know gym bros are of the right. Zoe Williams famously wrote about it in the guardian.
As you read this, I’m probably prattling compulsively about my newfound love of hot yoga. Whoever I’m talking to, I can see they’re not interested, because it isn’t interesting. I often end with: “You should come! There’s a class this Friday!”, which is a way to justify having brought it up, and suddenly I’ve asked a distant acquaintance to spend 90 minutes with me in the intimate environs of a sweatbox, and they are wondering why, and I am wondering why, but really I know why: I didn’t want to stop gabbling. It’s not really talking, though, is it? It’s boasting
Well nomadologist once said that all the regular users here are like an old married couple who finish each other's sentences, and that was years ago now.