I almost missed the cat o’ nine tails in his hand. He’s holding a leather fetish whip. Why does a grocery clerk need to carry a whip? What fucking planet is this?
(Oh, I see now it’s in Brighton. That checks out, actually.)
Looks like a drag queen who has been taken over by the role. Very much a performer: see flickr site. Brighton has been known for its lesbian and gay community for many, many years. Nowadays it has, of course, been claimed for the alphabet soup.
No worries, @Guest, I figured as much. Here’s the pertinent clip. This movie used to scare the shit out of me as a kid when they played it annually on TV.
Call me an insensitive boor, but when I go to the store to buy stuff, I don’t really care about the inner feelings of the people working there. I’m not interested in their politics, their taste in music, their hobbies, or their “identities.” Unless they’ve become friends, and we take the time to share and exchange thoughts, feelings, and opinions, I’m not really interested in having them thrust upon me unilaterally. I don’t proclaim or display my hobbies, predilections, and quirks to the staff and other customers. I don’t think I’d want “Ruby” assisting me with my groceries if he looked like that on the job. I wonder if this chain of stores is celebrating the kinks and fetishes of its entire staff, or just the “trans” ones?
I’m there for products or service, not a performance, or bit part in someone else’s drama or politics, and given the current atmosphere “trans” identities have become inherently political to the extent that demands for recognition as the sex you are not interfere with the rights and freedom of others. Pronouns? Political. Access to the other sex’s spaces? Political. The exercize of trans “rights” is a constant political campaign. I have no desire to be recruited or buttonholed as an unwitting prop in someone else’s politics. Be happy for yourself, bon’t don’t try to rope me into it; just let me buy my stuff and leave.
Even if I was a work colleague, I’d rather not know everything about my fellow employess; oversharing is a thing. Inner feelings are supposed to be inner. Spilling them everywhere does not necessarily improve the work environment or customer service. Of course I hope that everyone is safe, healthy, and happy in their lives and in their work, but I’m not there to be a best friend or affirming, validating audience.
A local grocery chain has stickers on its doors featuring the Progress Pride flag with the slogan “Everyone is welcome.” A nice sentiment, but not well thought out. I’m sure there are plenty of people who would be unwelcome: shoplifters, arsonists, the unclothed, someone who hadn’t bathed in several months, etc. On second thought, why wouldn’t “everybody” be welcome? Is that not now the law? Were they not welcome before? Did they have prospective customers fill out questionaires before admitting them? If they were welcome all along, why make a big deal of it now? If they once weren’t “welcome,” would you want to advertise this fact? To me, the stickers are a perfomative advertisement of surrender, not “acceptance.”
YNnB, I used to go to a coffee shop in Lincoln. One day, the signs on the bathroom doors changed. The caricatures became half male, half female. There was a sign telling people to use whatever bathroom because ‘we don’t care’. Since the bathrooms were never male/female, and had only one toilet, a locking door, and no sharing of the space, it was plainly a form of performance art, or virtue signaling.
It was about the same time one of the dudes working there began wearing a dress that the signs appeared. Too bad. It was a good coffee shop.
Well I had to deal with one of them today who was complaining that all the other derby “girls” could wear attractive skates because they weren’t size 13s… Well fucking duh, dude. He was also confusing the hell out of some middle aged lady who couldn’t decide if she was referring to the cardboard tank drivers as “hes” or the skinny bloke with the mask and the weird looking tits (you could see her trying to be respectful and at the same time getting mind fucked by the whole experience). I mostly just tried not to address the gobbo singularly…
@10 – as an older woman badging like that on shops makes me feel unwelcome. I tend to avoid anyplace that puts up the ‘progress’ flag, though that’s not always possible (my book club meets in a cafe that has it on the stairs).
I almost missed the cat o’ nine tails in his hand. He’s holding a leather fetish whip. Why does a grocery clerk need to carry a whip? What fucking planet is this?
(Oh, I see now it’s in Brighton. That checks out, actually.)
“I do believe in spooks! I do I do I do I do I do I do believe in spooks!”
Fred Armisen?
Looks like a drag queen who has been taken over by the role. Very much a performer: see flickr site. Brighton has been known for its lesbian and gay community for many, many years. Nowadays it has, of course, been claimed for the alphabet soup.
Uncanny
https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_Wizard_of_Oz_Bert_Lahr_1939.jpg
@Guest,
Yeah, that was what I was alluding to in my @2.
@What a Maroon ah, I’ve not seen it so that went over my head. Apologies!
No worries, @Guest, I figured as much. Here’s the pertinent clip. This movie used to scare the shit out of me as a kid when they played it annually on TV.
Oooh Guest I’d recommend seeing it unless you hate movies or something. It’s pretty damn good. Should have won the Oscar instead of GWTW.
Call me an insensitive boor, but when I go to the store to buy stuff, I don’t really care about the inner feelings of the people working there. I’m not interested in their politics, their taste in music, their hobbies, or their “identities.” Unless they’ve become friends, and we take the time to share and exchange thoughts, feelings, and opinions, I’m not really interested in having them thrust upon me unilaterally. I don’t proclaim or display my hobbies, predilections, and quirks to the staff and other customers. I don’t think I’d want “Ruby” assisting me with my groceries if he looked like that on the job. I wonder if this chain of stores is celebrating the kinks and fetishes of its entire staff, or just the “trans” ones?
I’m there for products or service, not a performance, or bit part in someone else’s drama or politics, and given the current atmosphere “trans” identities have become inherently political to the extent that demands for recognition as the sex you are not interfere with the rights and freedom of others. Pronouns? Political. Access to the other sex’s spaces? Political. The exercize of trans “rights” is a constant political campaign. I have no desire to be recruited or buttonholed as an unwitting prop in someone else’s politics. Be happy for yourself, bon’t don’t try to rope me into it; just let me buy my stuff and leave.
Even if I was a work colleague, I’d rather not know everything about my fellow employess; oversharing is a thing. Inner feelings are supposed to be inner. Spilling them everywhere does not necessarily improve the work environment or customer service. Of course I hope that everyone is safe, healthy, and happy in their lives and in their work, but I’m not there to be a best friend or affirming, validating audience.
A local grocery chain has stickers on its doors featuring the Progress Pride flag with the slogan “Everyone is welcome.” A nice sentiment, but not well thought out. I’m sure there are plenty of people who would be unwelcome: shoplifters, arsonists, the unclothed, someone who hadn’t bathed in several months, etc. On second thought, why wouldn’t “everybody” be welcome? Is that not now the law? Were they not welcome before? Did they have prospective customers fill out questionaires before admitting them? If they were welcome all along, why make a big deal of it now? If they once weren’t “welcome,” would you want to advertise this fact? To me, the stickers are a perfomative advertisement of surrender, not “acceptance.”
YNnB, I used to go to a coffee shop in Lincoln. One day, the signs on the bathroom doors changed. The caricatures became half male, half female. There was a sign telling people to use whatever bathroom because ‘we don’t care’. Since the bathrooms were never male/female, and had only one toilet, a locking door, and no sharing of the space, it was plainly a form of performance art, or virtue signaling.
It was about the same time one of the dudes working there began wearing a dress that the signs appeared. Too bad. It was a good coffee shop.
Well I had to deal with one of them today who was complaining that all the other derby “girls” could wear attractive skates because they weren’t size 13s… Well fucking duh, dude. He was also confusing the hell out of some middle aged lady who couldn’t decide if she was referring to the cardboard tank drivers as “hes” or the skinny bloke with the mask and the weird looking tits (you could see her trying to be respectful and at the same time getting mind fucked by the whole experience). I mostly just tried not to address the gobbo singularly…
@10 – as an older woman badging like that on shops makes me feel unwelcome. I tend to avoid anyplace that puts up the ‘progress’ flag, though that’s not always possible (my book club meets in a cafe that has it on the stairs).
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