An actual twerp talking actual twerpology

Well thank fuck we have Jordan Peterson to tell us which oppressive patriarchies are actual, right?

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8 responses to “An actual twerp talking actual twerpology”

  1. Acolyte of Sagan Avatar
    Acolyte of Sagan

    Well thank fuck we have Jordan Peterson to tell us which oppressive patriarchies are actual, right?

    Do I detect a tad of sarcasm in there?

  2. Screechy Monkey Avatar
    Screechy Monkey

    Says the free speech martyr who threatens to sue everyone who criticizes him.

  3. Omar Avatar

    Peterson’s gimmick is attacking low hanging fruit, like pomo. In that domain, into which he is a late entry, our own OB and Dawkins leave him in their wake.

  4. latsot Avatar

    Omar:

    Peterson’s gimmick is to say random things until enough people roar approval and/or throw money at him, then to say that thing again and again until they stop.

    He will say literally anything as long as the adoration trickles in.

  5. Your Name*s not Bruce? Avatar
    Your Name*s not Bruce?

    Trickle? Pffft. Peterson is an amateur. Adoration only counts when it is delivered in stadium or arena size dollops. Just ask the Orange Stable Genius with the Best Brain (after all, it is in new, unused condition).

  6. iknklast Avatar

    latsot, it’s astonishing how much that sounds like Trump’s methodology. You think it could have something to do with being a white male with a huge sense of entitlement and a large dose of narcissism?

  7. latsot Avatar

    Surely nothing but coincidence.

  8. Acolyte of Sagan Avatar
    Acolyte of Sagan

    Of course it’s just a coincidence, latsot (Shhh! Don’t tell anyone but I think – just between us, you understand – that iknklast is experiencing a touch of confirmation bias regarding white men. I’d talk to her about it and tell her why she’s wrong but I’d only be accused of mansplaining or patriarchal entitlement because I’m a white ma……oh, bollocks! Actually, forget I said anything. I think I’m beginning to see her point). Oh, and don’t call me Shirley.