absurdity theater goes from tragedy to farce

life in the DEI singularity

let’s start with two simple axioms:

1. certain sorts of the mentally ill seek power over others as they cannot control themselves. it’s a way to try to substitute regulating the world around them for self-stability by seeking make their own internal dysregulation seem fitting or laudable; it’s environment as surrogate for self.

2. the anxious and insecure seek out powerful patrons/ideologies to which to conform in order to feel “safe.” when you have little faith in your own identity or drives, the desire to be subsumed and validated by the will of others is a powerful opiate; again environment as surrogate for self.

the confluence of these two trends creates the alliance that is the DEI calamity: it’s an externalization of internal instability.

it also ensures its endless escalation until it eats itself an fiery singularity of absurdity because staying atop the hierarchy requires ever more intense and baroque protestations of marginalization and fealty.

let’s look:

united nations offshoot and self-described champion of “safe spaces,” UN women provides a particularly piquant example.

this is munroe bergdorf, the spokesperson (born a man, now doing business as a woman) they have chosen to pursue this goal.

take a quick look at this picture.

what’s the first phrase that pops into your head?

whatever it was, i’ll wager it was not “safe space.”

but what if maybe it is?

what if maybe it’s just a “safe space” for someone other than you?

consider:

per axiom 1 above, this is a very safe space for munroe who clearly relishes the role of telling others what to think and what to do.

but what’s in it for the UN women?

well, per axiom 2 above, its devotees are looking for someone to tell them what to do and what to think so that they can be sure they are “good people” and then wield that assumed mantle of virtue like a mace to keep their fears of lacking identity at bay. the added benefit of being able to shrill outrage at any who disagree and the frisson of being beastly to others comprise a little taste of power that makes the whole idea irresistible.

it’s a surreal codependent synergy made in precincts so mad that even the hatters have fled in fear.

and the evidence is sort of everywhere. it’s not like this has been subtle, there has just been an omerta around noticing the nudity of the emperor.

but when whatever pathology pervades such a “movement” keeps throwing up the same weird cross-gender dominatrix pastiches of women as “brave avatars to follow,” at a certain point, wall of silence or no, some questions need to get asked.

soon to be (and now former) biden official sam brinton, at the oscars

the LA times predictably gushed over it and deplored and denigrated any who would find fault.

see how it comes together?

people who are literally crazy get to play at “being in control,” something they desperately relish and the hopelessly insecure get to pose with them and coo “how brave!” while getting their picture taken with people in hyper-sexualized domina apparel that would not look out of place in some of the more selective berlin brothels.

everyone gets to engage their fetish and proclaim it virtue.

it’s their safe space.

it’s also a performance space. (which is why hollywood loves it)

and making you unsafe and ever more insecure is a big part of it.

the whole system is a rigged game.

• “you cannot judge a person by what they look like or wear!”

• “misgendering me is a hate crime!”

it boils down to:

“guess what to call me!”

“WRONG!”

“i win!”

see the impossibility of the predicament?

this is because it’s not rooted in logic or reasonableness or even sanity: it’s a desire to be outraged so one may once more demand to correct and dominate others.

but this sure does go wild when it comes apart, doesn’t it?

suddenly your fearless “superhero” gets outed as fraud and their “origin story” about “forced conversion therapy” gets called into question as a smollet level fabrication.

hardly a surprise when you selected for the craziest, most performative ones to lead the parade and they led everyone off a cliff with them.

it’s not a coincidence that this keeps occurring.

it happens over and over because follower types are drawn to those who exude confidence and these sorts of crazy people, especially manic ones are nothing if not sure of themselves. they draw the uncertain and empty like jam draws ants.

but then it turns out their whole career of research was fraud or their assault was fictionalized or they get caught stealing women’s luggage at an airport.

that’s the drawback of selecting imbalanced ideologues to lead.

this rapidly leads to the other drawback which is that “wow does this pants you in front of everyone you had bullied into silence/acquiescence.”

and they get mad and round on you.

the need for ever more rarified mascotism in "diversity and equity" has now led to the truly absurd outcome that women are basically unable to be selected for roles as "women's champions" because they are not diverse enough and "wouldn't understand."

10 years ago, this would have been "the onion."

today, it’s united nations doctrine.

and it eats everything because the sort of monomania required to keep evolving this to more and more extreme levels as ever crazier people jockey for power and prominence in the movements they have hijacked can only go so far before not even they can tell if they are kidding.

they just want to feel “safe” and this seems like it might be safety.

and then they take it one iteration of “more extreme than thou” too far.

and suddenly they snap into focus as fools and one note flutes of obsessive compulsion.

there was a sort of goldilocks zone where you got to be bossypants but still pass this off, but this is way past it.

you do not get to say stuff like this and keep any part of the reasonable middle with you.

and you do not get to say stuff like this and come back from it.

when all you have known is privilege, equal treatment feels like oppression.

and so this gang is in for a shock.

because it’s rising on all sides because people had long since had enough, they just did not want to be the first one on the dance floor.

but once the floor gets a bit of a crowd and they look to be having fun, well, it gets PACKED in a hurry.

this is not a movement so much as a release of long sustained pressure.

and they are not ready for what’s coming and will (probably quite genuinely) mistake “being treated like everyone else” for “right wing extremism.”

they think this is “being done to them,” some sort of pogrom against their noble and blameless enterprise.

but they did this to themselves.

it could never have ended any other way.

they will cry and rend their brightly colored hair and proclaim the injustice of it all as they experience what feels to them like a witch hunt and being singled out unfairly, but it’s not that.

it’s just an end to the free license to hector and bully and to project one’s own frailties upon others to avoid having to examine them.

it’s not a failure to “be included.”

this is madness ending.

and you’ll know it’s over in earnest when, just as in covid, people start changing jerseys and claiming to have played for the other side all along.

it’s already starting.

and just like covid, it will be slowly, slowly, then all at once.