Here are a few things I ran across recently:
One is an article on Tasers and how they are designed to target the gentials, and of course that means men’s gentials because those are external. At durations longer than 5 seconds Tasers can inflict 3rd degree burns.
The police aren’t shy on using them on girls either, apparenttly. That link notes another in which the police tased a 10-year-old girl at the behest of her mother. She wouldn’t get into the shower, apparently. Kids these days.
Then there’s this article in the Vancouver Sun, in reference to male students facing a buzzsaw of opposition to opening a Men’s Centre on campus, to compliment the Women’s Centre which is fully funded at three time the level this new center would be. this psychologist, Nancy McWilliams, gives us a new term:
While we normally associate narcissists with thick-skinned males, this contrasting type of narcissist, often female, is known for being “thin-skinned” and “hyper-sensitive,” extremely vigilant to the chance they may be being slighted. And complaining when they are not the main focus of attention.
I couldn’t help but be reminded of this new clinical type of narcissist when I read Sun columnist Pete McMartin’s piece on the furore at Simon Fraser University over the student council’s attempt to open a small “men’s centre” for guys struggling with various issues.
In modern academia, where roughly 60 per cent of students are female, the self-styled victims and their champions couldn’t conceive of men needing support for their particular problems and pain.
And here’s article linked in the one above, about that Men’s Centre. The injustice collection just drips off the behavior the writer describes.
The Vancouver Sun is as mainstream a publication as it gets. That tells you that these issues are becoming mainstream.
Here’s one about Indentigene, which reveals paternity fraud.
Here’s a good article on circumcision. What I like about this particular article is the way it frames the question in specifically Jewish terms.
I am going to be busy in California for the rest of this week and all of the next – scattering my dad’s ashes, doing odd jobs around my mom’s house, visiting relatives and just generally spending some time in the homeland. Consider this an open thread and don’t tear the house down while I’m gone. I’ll be checking in now and then.
Scattered my dad’s ashes on Baker Beach, right under the Golden Gate Bridge, on the ebb tide, just as he requested. I spilled them out onto the sand where the waves would come up and get them, patted then one last time, and stepped back. Well, it was an ebb tide, so that meant the waves were further and further back with each wave and it took a long time. Every seventh wave or so came way up and pulled some more back into the ocean he loved so much. Eventually only a trail of bone fragments remained. A friend who had come along said “Stubborn, even now.” My mom went up and scooped them forward into the foam, and the next wave took them out. It was ceremonious without being a ceremony.
So that’s done.
I’ll still be gone for the rest of the week, checking in routinely.
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- “Not my kid….” - February 22, 2016