Nursemaids, Minorities and a COMPLETE Lack of Understanding of Humanity

Sometimes I think the only reason I go to Facebook is to keep myself from passing out in the shower by having extremely low blood pressure.  However there is also the side benefit of figuring out how COMPLETELY insane most so called “normal” and “educated” people are.

The sad part of this is that the insanity is not natural, but the result of careful education, nurturing and indoctrination.

Take this article which I found in a somewhat different form on line (more on that later.)

These Profound Photos Masterfully Turn Racial Stereotypes On Their Head.  ANYONE with even a modicum of grounding in reality looks at those and asks several questions: “What racial stereotypes?” and “Good Lord, are you a tri-plated racist?” and “Were you lobotomized at birth to think this was profound?”

But first, there is the first picture posted with these on facebook, and which my husband and I couldn’t trace after several hours of research.  From the style, I presume it’s from the same photographer, who, being somewhat sane (still) chose not to send it to the original article in O.  I also assume it was leaked and added to the facebook post by someone present at the shoot for the purpose of… I’m not sure?  Racebaiting?  Or perhaps showing how profoundly stupid people who fall for this crap are, in a sort of double reverse trolling.  (I want to believe.)

That first picture made absolutely NO sense.  And by that I mean none.  So I looked at the other pictures (and yes, I’ll explain rationally what’s wrong with them, and why my first reaction was those three questions above) just because ti was like a glimpse into a mad house, and I wanted to know what the lunatics were up to.  (I regret to say nothing good, and only something entertaining in the way that a train wreck is entertaining.)

It was this:

what the actual heck

My husband, being a mathematician and therefore skilled in logic, zeroed in on the principal thing any normal person thinks is wrong with this picture: Why is that baby not wearing a diaper, but wearing a cap?

One of my fans was even more confused.  His comment was “So, it’s a biracial lesbian couple and their baby, but why is the white chick wearing a funny dutch cap, and why DOES THAT BABY HAVE NO DIAPERS?”

At that point I looked and brought my powerful intellect to focus on this picture like something that focuses.  And my reaction was “A nursemaid?  A nursemaid in a — from the clothes — forties nursery? WHY?  Honey?” to my husband, “Didn’t they have formula in the US?”

And then I looked at the other pictures, looking for context to understand this insanity.  Which is when I ran into the original post with hundreds of people of color saying how this reversal of stereotypes made them feel powerful or made them cry.  (More on that later too.)

At this point I decided the Mandela effect must have struck again.  Is it a stereotype in America that black women nurse white babies?  At any time since the civil war, that is?  And if it WHY is it?  I don’t think even the conspicuously rich among us would use wet nurses.  Wet nurses were always a problem.  Read any novel from before the twentieth century.  (And btw, nursemaids were usually the same race as the parents.)  You had to trust a stranger not to drink or eat anything harmful that would pass on the baby (mostly alcohol, but other stuff too) and you had to trust them to stay healthy, and you had to trust them to treat your baby nicely when you weren’t looking, and–

I imagine everyone greeted the advent of formula with much enthusiasm and joy.  And, I just looked it up, commercial formula has been available in the US since the mid 1800s.  By the early twentieth century, it was in wide use.  I dont’ think anyone sane can have a stereotype of black women as wet nurses, unless this is a thing in Arab countries (where slavery is also still a thing.)  But since this was about inverting AMERICAN stereotypes, that first picture mostly struck me as a magnificent piece of insanity, equivalent to … oh, my saying I’m inverting stereotypes by having a picture of a Mediterranean woman nursing a blond baby while a well-dressed blond woman stands nearby.  “Look, at me, look at me, I’m subverting stereotypes that no one even in my grandparents generation would recognize.  Take THAT Ancient Rome.”

This is probably why, when we started googling the pictures, because I wanted to write about them, we found only the other three pictures were published in the original in O magazine, echoed approvingly by the NYT and Puffington Host and the rest of the excreta for brains racists, (no, really.  They have to be to think these are “Stereotypes” that need to be “reversed”) and a bunch of other equally crazy publications.

I.e. that first picture is stupid enough to ring the bells of people who are so deep in their own echo chamber they think the others make sense.

And yet, I want to point out that on the post on Facebook NO ONE raised these issues.  Except for one sane guy (not my husband, but clearly a brother at arms) who wanted the baby to wear a diaper, now.

I also want to point out the post on facebook had tens of thousands of shares.  Which considering the quality of thought and self-congratulatory bullsh*t that went into the other pictures means we should be beamed up.  There’s no intelligent life down here.

I also want to point out someone at Puffington Host called these pictures profound and they weren’t mobbed by people asking them what they were smoking, ingesting or snorting.

All of which means the fight for the culture continues and also that brain damage in this country is far more widespread than you’d think. Or as I used to say when I met protesters during the Bush administration “Yeah, you have the right to be angry.  This is no way to treat the mentally ill.  You should be off the streets and somewhere padded and safe.”


Okay, so…. that first one… Is there REALLY a stereotype that Asians give pedicures?  REALLY?

Hint, before turning a stereotype “on its head” you should be aware that perhaps this is ONLY a stereotype in your part of the country/social class.

Not only I but most of the friends I showed this to asked “What is the point of this picture?” until a couple of my friends WHO ARE ASIAN blew their tops by saying “manicure/pedicure salons allowed Asian women to have their own businesses and provide for their families and climb to middle class.  What kind of bitter racists think this is bad?”

At which point I asked and was told that in some places with high Asian immigration, this is indeed a stereotype, HOWEVER the women are not slaves.  They are paid, often own the salon, and are providing for their children to go further in America than they could go.  In other words, as an example of “reverse oppression” that picture is caca.

Here I will note that the one time I visited South Africa several strangers joked about my opening a vegetable stand.  This puzzled me completely, as not only it wasn’t a stereotype I knew of, but it wasn’t a thing any of my relatives who emmigrated did. However, in South Africa it was a stereotype that Portuguese ran vegetable stands.  Why?  Because the people who first immigrated from Madeira did, and then brought over friends and showed them the ropes they knew to integrate in their new society.  I.e. they showed them how to run vegetable gardens.  Note of the people who joked with me about it, none of them expected me to do it.  Stereotypes exist because of economic/social conditions usually for a limited time.  But only stone cold racists think they’re eternal or apply to everyone of that ethnicity.


This one made me want to go “Help, help, I’m being oppressed.”  Anyone spot what the problem is with this in terms of reverse pictures of oppression?  oooh ooh, I know.  Not finding a doll that resembles you is not oppression.  It is a reflection of the fact that people like you are a small enough minority in the market that there is no point creating dolls for them.

This is not true of American blacks, (no, they are not African Americans.  The usual suspects can take a flying leap.  African Americans is a demeaning appellation for people whose last ancestors left Africa more than a hundred years ago. While we’re at it, most Americans with darker skin are more than fifty percent Caucasian.) who are a solid 14% of the population.  Depending on which part of this vast country you live in, the toy store might indeed resemble the picture.  And the little girl in the picture is not being oppressed.  If she wants white dolls (only people without imagination think that’s a given.  One of my friends growing up had a black baby doll and was an object of envy of the rest of the group, on rarity alone.) she’s shopping in the wrong store, and her mom should take her to another.

I mean, what the heck, actually?  What do the people who think this is oppression want?  Mandate that as many black dolls be made as white, even in a country where black people are a minority (and nowhere near half) and therefore because parents and older relatives lack imagination, there’s a ton more market for white dolls?

Bah.  It must be socialism, when you want to mandate people create a product for which there is no demand, to gratify the whims of the ruling class and intellectuals. This is why socialism was supposed to be “scientific”.


First reaction “Is this a screen capture from a soap opera from Brazil?”  Second reaction, after reading some blather about how the woman isn’t even paying any attention to her maid “Well, duh.  Of course not.  The maid is being paid to do her job, not to be stared at.”  Third reaction, “you know, this wouldn’t be that out of the ordinary in Portugal, where maids are often from beyond the mountains, where entire villages are of Celtic or Germanic Stock.”

Do these people really imagine they live in a society where there are no wealthy Latins and no whites in service professions?

First question: HOW?  Second question: HOW insular are those who control our media that no one told them this didn’t pass the laugh test?

In the end, all three pictures are complaining not about oppression: real oppression would be say people’s genitals being mutilated; slaves being sold by ISIS, people being shot for having the wrong beliefs.

None of those things happen in America, or at least not in mainstream America.  (We haven’t got the message “Fit in or f*ck off” to ever recent immigrant yet.)

So they had to go with the socialist/communist idea of oppression, which could be boiled down to: people have to work for a living.  Only demented Marxists could consider this oppression.

And only demented RACIST Marxists could imagine these stereotypes are universal and inescapable and therefore reversing them will have a powerful effect on everyone, instead of causing sane people to go “And?”

Because what they’re basically saying is “People have to work for a living and therefore fulfill professions we — but not necessarily they — consider demeaning, or make dolls that we think shouldn’t be the majority of dolls bought.”

IOW they’re not at war with stereotypes, they’re at war with the voices in their heads (And they really should take Gone With The Wind off the loop on their TV.)

The people who really liked this were either people of color who have been told if they don’t see people exactly like them portrayed in a way they like, they’re being oppressed, or they are “allies” h*ll bent on proving that people of color are not all like stereotypes, and could benefit from traveling, enlarging their horizons, getting beat up abroad, maybe getting sold as slaves by Isis.  Not that I wish that on them, but they are the epitome of spoiled, rich kids (by the principle that anyone in the US is in the global 1%) who have no clue what real oppression is and won’t listen to anyone when we tell them.

As for the tens of thousands of shares and approving — often barely literate — comments, 60% of them on facebook were from abroad.  Maybe they think every white American has a black nursemaid?  They’ve believed stupider things.  But it is a call for creating some competition to Hollywood who spreads these lies about us abroad.

As for those of our compatriots who believe this…  Keep enlightening them: In fiction, in non fiction, in play and work, make sure you get them out of their deranged comfort zone.

Because if things go upside down, these poor shambling zombies won’t survive.  Their parallel version of reality doesn’t include concepts like “Root, hog or die.”  And in common charity we should save whatever brands we can from the fire.  Those that can be saved should be.

The others?

Well, there’s always pointing, laughing and making duck noises.  As Heinlein said in Stranger in a Strange Land, (paraphrasing) sometimes you laugh because it hurts too much to cry.

674 responses to “Nursemaids, Minorities and a COMPLETE Lack of Understanding of Humanity

  1. butbutbut… us ‘mericans are all racist, and Europeans all treat their minorities like they walk on water. Europeans would never oppress, much less systematically eliminate their minorities…

    • And pay no attention to what you see in British TV shows? Their oppressed minorities aren’t really oppressed, not like our minorities are oppressed?

      Yeah, sure.

    • …walk on water.

      Ox dood it.
      Granted, even though ox slow, ox still know to do that in Minnesota in (late) January. Ox slow. Slow not same as stupid.

    • Hell, even a Sideshow Jesus can’t walk on water (in fact, he and Doggy Treat had to have someone swim out and get them).

  2. paladin3001

    Stereotypes…. Went to college about 20 years ago. Two of my classmates and I joked about our different backgrounds. Canadian, Italian, Greek. The Italian bragged that his family built this country, the Greek bragged that his family cooked for the country. I simply said my family grew the food to feed the country. We laughed and carried on. Thing is that Italians always seemed to go into construction. And here in Toronto there were a lot of restaurants run by Greek immigrants.
    As to the Asian pedicure thing. Those pedicure places are HUGE in China as well. So it’s not just a North American phenomena.

    • Mmmm… Canadian Greek restaurants…

      Up in Toledo, the immigrant Greek restaurants eventually became immigrant Christian Lebanese restaurants with Greek menus, and then other ethnicities joined in. In Cincinnati, it was chili/spaghetti places (hence the famous cinnamon-flavored, non-spicy Cincinnati chili). In small towns, it was Greek – run candy stores with names like Nectar.

      • There is a lot to to be said for Cincinnati. The chili is not one of them. [shudder]

        • Don’t listen to him. Cincinnati-style chili is great.

          • You’re originally from the Cincinnati region, aren’t you? It does seem to be an acquired taste – acquired mainly by those who grew up in the region.

            I’ll admit it is tolerable if you think of it as an odd-ball bolognese sauce and serve it over spaghetti. But I first encountered it on its own, having expected something along the lines of southwestern chili, or at least what they serve at Wendy’s.

            Cincinnati ice cream, however. . . food of the gods!

            • Yes, I grew up here. About 15 miles south of Cincinnati, or about 5 miles south-southwest of the airport. When my brother lived out of town, the very first thing he would do when visiting would be to stop at Skyline to get his fix.

              But as to the Cincinnati Ice Cream – Graeter’s or Aglamesis?

          • If you think Cincinnati-style chili is great then you should try just chili:

            • ROFL.

              Just a goat and an onion? No chilis?

              I do like real chili, I just have broad tastes, and don’t argue with Greeks who want to call their concoction that I really enjoy by a name that it doesn’t really deserve.

      • “(hence the famous cinnamon-flavored, non-spicy Cincinnati chili tomato soup)”

    • thephantom182

      Pizzeria run by four Scotsmen.

    • The salon thing makes my head tilt in puzzlement, because all I thought was “Chinese tourists in Sweden?” but the weirdest one has to be the nursemaid. Yes, I noticed, immediately, the lack of diaper too.

      Last time I poked my head into a salon, here in “White Australia” the place looked as multi-ethnic as the United Nations in full session. You’ll occasionally get particular shops that have specific ethnic-target customers (African hairstyles, Middle-Eastern salons, and Asians, from offhand memory) – but I always just figured that they have particular treatments/techniques and cosmetics that were common from ‘back in the old country’ and offer them as a special extra on top of the usual available services. Skin whitening would be a service I don’t expect in a general salon, while some salons back in the Philippines offer it as a minor treatment (for things like elbows, knees, easily visible parts of the limb) while the more extensive versions, you would have to go to a dermatological …salon? Clinic? (I’ve never been to one. I like my skin tone just fine but it’s an Asian Beauty thing to aim for alabaster skin.) The minor ones sort of even out the skin tone a little, in a small area.

      (I rather miss getting hot oil treatment for my hair. I don’t know if that’s a thing here.)

      I really don’t get the contempt that the Left has for service-related work. Filipinos have made their people their greatest export – because going overseas to work is for …pretty much every single one of them… a chance for 1) supporting one’s family well 2) sending family to good schools 3) possibly buy land/house/apartment 3) finance a cottage business that could result in greater financial security and 4) climbing up to the middle class.

      I remember reading that British nannies and Japanese maids were once a hugely sought after thing because of their reputations as a group as being Very Good At Their Jobs. Us Pinoys seem to be everywhere, because at some point, we got that reputation. (There was a joke back in the Philippines that if every single Pinoy went on strike, the world would collapse.) On reflection, that itemized list above is probably why we also don’t have gender issues with regards careers and schooling (imagined ones maybe, but one that doesn’t reflect reality. Maths, hard sciences, medicine and tech = big investment but also the best opportunity for getting hired overseas for serious money.)

      As for ‘everywhere’ … I was walking through Paris with an American friend, and saw a Filipino family waiting for the train on the other side of the Metro station. We caught each others’ eyes, smiled and waved, conversed very briefly in Filipino, which was ended when the trains arrived. Scott asked me if I knew them, to which I said no, it’s a Filipino thing to chat to a fellow countryman in a friendly manner. Later, at the Champs du Mars, we saw some Filipinos having a picnic. Upon seeing me, they waved us over and insisted we eat with them. Every single one of them worked as a service worker of some type (maid, driver, janitor, nanny, nursemaid, cleaners, etc) because it was pretty much impossible to get non-blue collar work in France if you weren’t a white French, regardless of your skills or credentials (it was one of those casually racist things that you’ll never hear any sort of being sorry for in Europe, which shocked Scott, because he’d never noticed it before and didn’t expect the shrug ‘it’s not our country, not our rules’. Rather an emphasis about how different it is in America.) After the picnic broke up, Scott asked if I had ever met any of them before. “Nope.” He seemed to find it surprising that all of a sudden, random strangers would invite another stranger to eat, and suddenly talk about their life and problems and work as if that stranger was a friend or relative. (He got used to ‘It’s a Filipino thing’ over the course of our friendship and ended up spending most of his time visiting my house ‘because something was always happening there.’)

      Another funny thing I remember, was a friend in the Navy asking me what particular dialect he should try to learn to ‘better get on the good side of the Filipino mafia’. I was puzzled. “The Q-store guys.” (Apparently, according to my mom, Illocano and Cebuano, maaaybe some Kapangpangan?) Apparently Filipinos tend to ‘dominate’ certain areas of the military in the US. I don’t know if that’s true; but while my hubby was stationed in Afghanistan, he was adopted by the Filipino cooks from the US Army, who made sure ‘he wouldn’t get homesick for Missus’ home cooking’ and would make sure he had a proper meal if on guard duty and their cooking duty time coincided.

      Anyway, I’ve rambled on enough so … *clicks post comment*

      • Yes, I noticed, immediately, the lack of diaper too.

        I suspect anyone who has had extensive dealing with an infant would.

        • Yeah. I suspect whoever did this never had such dealings.

          Possibly because they hired a nursemaid, if they did have children. /s

          I remember turning away to bin a dirty diaper and turning back juuuuust in time to see the youngest boyo squirt a perfect arc of yellow poop a good meter’s distance.

          Me to Brandon: “Oh, well done. I suppose you’re quite pleased with yourself.”

          *Brandon ignores Mummy in favor of the vivid monochrome print towel on rail*

          *Mummy cleans baby again and diapers up the deadly weapon, and cleans mess*

          • Mummy tucks incident in her permanent memory to trot out at appropriate occasions, say when you meet Brandon’s prom date.
            I have the cutest story from when he was little…

            • Given his rather frequent disgruntled, judging-found-wanting and disapproving expression when he looked around the world, our ongoing theory was he decided SIDS was less effort than conquering the world. That baby had a scowl that rivaled Churchill deprived of cigar for photograph.

              • Ah, the Winston Churchill/Uncle Fester phase of baby-expression. See it all the time. Fortunately for the world, baby that age don’t have the attention span or muscular coordination for effective conquest.

          • Trick my mom taught me was to have the new diaper beneath the old one: open diaper, wipe baby, pull the dirty diaper away, and close up the new diaper (which is already in place) before doing anything else. The Mark I Experimental Model has still gotten me, but almost always when I’ve deviated from this routine for one reason or another.

            • I did the ‘new diaper tucked under dirty one.’ I was at the pull dirty diaper and throw away stage. He got my arm, the clean nappy, the tiles and the bath rug. SKILLZ.

              At least I never got the sudden jet of pee to the face while at the ‘wipe clean baby’ stage. I hear that happens too.

              • May God bless you with another shot at that.

              • When my kids were babies, I figured out that it must be a lot more comfortable to poop in a clean diaper than a wet one.

                Now my youngest towers over me.

                • Eldest son is fixin’ to start being taller than me.

                  I later prevented future accidents by draping a clean wipe over the dangerous bits before disposing of the diaper. If it was still clean I used it on my hands before picking up freshly changed bubby.

              • Mike Houst

                Ah yes, the reverse baptism!

              • Oh yes it does.

              • My friends came up with a scale of baby poop that included the levels “Epic” and “Legendary.” In three children, I have only had to deal with one Legendary, and it really was—in that the monorail workers who got to see it and the aftermath remembered us the next year. Good times, good times.

                • There was the day when I realized my son had … well, exploded. Instead of trying to keep the changing table clean (and the walls and floor in that room) I simply picked him up, took him into the bathroom and held him up in the shower. Dropped the diaper on the floor and hosed him down. (I did wait for the water to warm up a bit – I’m a dad, not a monster.) Once he was all nice and shiny clean, I dried him off with a big towel and took him back to put the new diaper on. (I left the water running to take most of the problematic material down the drain and away; we were using cloth diapers and leaving that hideous mess in the bin for a day or two would have been a very poor decision.)

                  Not sure why so many women react badly to that story (his mother did).

                  • WHY?
                    I did much the same when Robert not only exploded but painted the inside of the jogger carriage on the hour walk from the library. Only I put him in the shower in the carriage. Removed carriage top. undressed Robert. HOSED it all down the drain.

                  • It’s our standard op for “oh my gosh, no” type incidents.

                    Well, it’s the preferred option for their dad, but he’s a bit of a wimp when it comes to gross bio stuff. 😀

                  • Yeah. We have that story too, for our oldest. The tail end, last hurrah of a stomach bug that had gone around. I woke up about 5:30 am to her trauma cry all the way across the house. I stepped out our bedroom door and got hit with the SMELL. Went in to her room, turned on the lights and picked her up. Started unzipping her pajamas to expose the diaper. Saw the gunk as soon as I started unzipping it. She’d had a major blow-out and had filled her pajamas ankles to armpits. Called to husband. Gave her a bath/shower/rinse. He put her in clean diaper and pajamas while I cleaned up the clothes and tub.

                • Oh, goodness; that’s some parental blackmail material there lol! I don’t think I’ve had anything close to a Legendary; even eldest son with stomach bug we kept under control by just keeping his nappy changed. I think that was the worst. The other practical reason was we didn’t his baby skin to develop sores – a potential risk in the humidity so I think at the worst of it we took him outside let him run free and cleaned with a hose. He didn’t mind the frequent hosing though… it kept him cool.

                  I have this gorgeous little photo that captured his smile when he finally got to cover the hose tube in such a way that resulted in a spray.

              • Oh I learned the New Diaper First thing. I was changing my eldest son and didn’t have the new diaper on yet. It was under him, but not fastened up. I couldn’t resist the little baby tummy (baby tummies, puppy tummies, cat tummies — I think I have an obsession) so I bent down to kiss the baby tummy and yep, you guessed it. A lesson hard learned and I made darn sure my daughter-in-law knows all about it. She heard lots of those stories when she was pregnant with the grandson.

                • In fairness the baby tummy is irresistible! Must kissy! Maybe blow belly raspberry for giggles too.

                  I can’t resist either, but I put the front part of the nappy over the danger zone before indulging in belly kissies back in the day.

            • YEs. We did that too after being hit by #1 son a few times.

              • It’s not perfect, especially as the Experimental Model seems to have a strong preference for a “clean canvass”—he doesn’t complain when he’s merely wet; he complains when he’s wet and needs to pee again.

                • And I’m thinkin’…. perfect time to plop him on the pottychair, perhaps with a bit of towel as foolin’…

                  My sister managed pretty much all these horror stories, plus perfectly-aimed projectile vomiting with a range of 10+ feet… almost took her back to the store, we did :O

            • paladin3001

              Yep, what I was taught/told as well. Haven’t had too many issues (count on the fingers of one hand). Then again, I had to change the diaper in front of the Squires maternal side of the family one Christmas and the dropped jaws at how fast I was able to do it said something to me. 😀

              • *knocks on wood*

                For some reason, our kids show no interest in going pee outside of their diapers, unless it involves a toilet and there’s candy rewards involved.

                Friend of ours, he mocked his wife about her “paranoia” about putting a diaper over the top while changing….

                Took the diaper off, turned around, kid arched it up, and over three and a half feet, right on to his gaming laptop.

                • Paul (Drak Bibliophile) Howard

                  Another Family Story.

                  Mom was giving my sister’s twins a bath when they were toddlers.

                  As I mentioned before this is a boy-girl set of twins.

                  So while they were being bathed, my nephew lets go and his pee hits his sister in the face.

                  My niece complained that she couldn’t “return fire” in the same way. 👿

                  Note, this is so long ago that I don’t remember if he deliberately aimed for his sister’s face. 😉

                • Oh dayum.

                • I have a three year old nephew has not only learned the joys of peeing outside his diaper/training pants. He’s learned the joy of peeing OUTDOORS! He was in their driveway recently while dad took the trash can up to the side of the house. Nephew dropped his drawers, whipped it out, and tinkled all over the driveway. Dad just told him that was more of backyard activity.

          • SheSellsSeashells

            I have vivid memories of listening to my daughter talking to herself over the baby monitor, and learning shortly thereafter that “dopp, dopp, dopp” apparently translated to “Look at this fascinating art supply I have found in my diaper!”

            Cleanup was FUN.

            • Daughter hated a dirty diaper, and was sure to let us know. Eldest son did not like a pooped in nappy. He would cry to let us know. A wet one did not bother him ad much; as splashing in puddles was a favorite pastime. When he was almost 2 we learned that he had learned how to remove his diaper – so he could climb into a basin of soapy laundry for a bath. Eventually the househelp would prepare a sudsy basin for him to climb into.

              Teaching him that the basin ponds I got for my mom were not for bathing in was… fun.

              • SheSellsSeashells

                My blackmail story to end all blackmail stories hinges on the fact that Kid’s babyhood nickname was “Pie”. I was trying to distract myself from diaper-related awfulness by being silly, and commented on “piles of Pie poo”.

                She contemplated. “Pyza pie poo.”

                So the next time I said “PUNGENT Pie poo!”

                “Pun-zenn pie poo.”

                “Pestilential Pie poo?”

                She gave me one of those patented Withering Baby Looks and kept her mouth shut.

                • How DO babies manage that expression?! I used to get this perfect “what the hell are you doing and have you completely lost your mind” look from youngest son when I would do silly happy Mummy things like lip nibble toes and kiss chubby little feet, or go brrrt on a freshly washed baby belly. Eventually it …mellowed? To an expression of exasperated “barely tolerating this madness.” 😒

          • kenashimame

            One of the first pieces of instruction I (and the ex) received about diapering upon arrival of No. 1 Son was: “Always keep a diaper between the boy’s penis and anything you don’t want pee’d on… especially you.”

        • You don’t need extensive dealings, just visiting a friend once when the infant had just dropped a big enough load of the really badly smelling stuff in the diaper, big enough that it’s starting to ooze past the edges of said diaper. I concentrated on not puking while mom went and changed the critter, just the memory of the stink was enough. Not going to get me even close to one of those things when it’s not in diapers, much less make me pick one up and put it on my lap. Not that I would anyway, even with the diaper, with my experience with kids it’s better if you keep them at a distance until they get to the age when they can get a driving license, then I start to have some idea how to deal with them. :/

          (No kids of my own which is probably a good thing, I suspect I would have been a disaster as a mother because I had no younger siblings, not anybody younger than me in the family when I was a child, by the time the next generation started to appear I had no idea what to do with them so always kept my distance. They can, admittedly, be sort of cute from a distance.)

          • BTW, considering all that, perhaps it says something about friendships that I still babysat a couple of times (although it was only when the critter had learned to use the bathroom by himself, if barely). 🙂

          • Eh, I never had younger siblings, and everyone told me I was great at taking care of ours.

            • Some maybe are born to it. I certainly wasn’t. Young kids scare me because I have no idea how they think. 😀

              • Their thinking is an awful lot like SJWs without the venom.

              • A-freaking-men.

                there’s a reason, besides short-sightedness, that everyone is shocked I have “so many” kids.

              • Glad to know that I’m not the only one. At one point I was being shamed that I didn’t want children. What kind of unnatural woman was I that I didn’t want kids? Replied that every family needed a maiden aunt to give extravagant gifts. Took my eldest nephew to Boston for his 13th birthday by public transit.

          • It really is different when they’re yours– you know how they work, at least fairly well.

            I suspect there’s some bio stuff that makes it so their healthy-not-food poop really doesn’t stink. It smells, and very strongly, but it doesn’t stink like poop or have the “freak out now” smell of sick baby poop.

          • I am the only surviving child of two only surviving children. I was very rarely around babies growing up, and was never responsible for their care. The first diaper I ever changed was The Daughter’s. It is survivable.

            The thing that got to me? Putting her in her snap up footed sleeping suit the first time I was sure I must have broken her.

      • I’m not sure it’s contempt for service work as much as for what is seen as lower caste work. The big jobs on left are all service. Amazon, PayPal, software, teaching, baristas, etc are all acceptable even though they create nothing tangible and are honestly right place right time industries. But they look down on the auto mechanic, plumber, carpenter, etc just as much even though they do leave a tangible product.

        • I believe the term is ‘menial labour’ in their heads.

          • “I believe the term is ‘menial labour’ in their heads.”
            Not altogether surprising, seeing the lengths they will go to and effort they will expend to keep from doing any actual work. THEY are INTELLECTUALS. They should be reclining on couches, being fed grapes by the adoring masses.

            Buncha work-shy bums.

            • Oddly, my idea of intellectual aleays was a busy sort of folk. Experimenting, exploring, building, inventing, researching, testing…. and so on. So the sort who do nothing seem not to fit intellectual to me at all.

              • Yes.

                They like to think of themselves as intellectuals, but they want to sit on their certifications and not do the hard work.

                • I am tired, so my brain refuses to translate : Ils n’ya pas une grande passion, sauf la haine, que n’esr pas une passion de peux agitier ni corps ni la Coeur.

                  Which annoys me because French is not my first language, English is. I’m not even sure if that’s correct. That’s it. 😴

                  • I’ll use my not-quite-adequate College French to try my hand to translate (for people, like myself, who are uncomfortable with French).

                    “There’s not a grand passion, excepting hatred, that doesn’t agitate the body nor the heart.”

                    I think I somehow messed up the translation.

                    In any case, I chose French in college because at the time, the only other viable option was Spanish, and I wasn’t thrilled with learning that (I wanted to learn German or Russian in particular). I’m glad I chose French, because Spanish wasn’t an option for the language requirement for my PhD.

                    The thing that drives me nuts about French, though, is that I can’t help but think that it’s a pretty language — and it somehow achieves this prettiness, despite, or even perhaps because, it has a lot of nasal and gruffy sounds. But then I think German, Russian and Japanese are also pretty languages, so I’m not sure if my judgement in the matter is trustworthy. Heck, I have come to appreciate English as a pretty language (which probably means I’m a little bit more insane than I’m willing to admit….)

                    • A good grounding in foreign languages has many advantages …

                      or so I have been told.

                    • Heh thanks. My head was utterly refusing to translate that for me but kept saying I should write it; even if. That was the point I figured I desperately needed sleep. Am not sure what my brain wanted to say, but your translation seems right to me.

                      I like listening to English, Japanese and German – they generally have nice rhythms. Korean I seem to bounce off hard because of the way it sounds. Russian sounds like a language I’d like to learn to swear in.

                • I recall reading an English* translation of Livy’s History of the Roman Republic through the wars with Carthage and ROTFL over the description of Archimedes’ defense of Syracuse, with its explanation that other Greek philosophers looked down upon Archimedes as a “second-rate mind” because he insisted on testing his hypotheses through experimentation rather than relying on pure reason to confirm them.

                  Some habits seem never to go out of fashion.

                  *As opposed to American

                  • I have translations of exactly two Greek philosophers on my shelves. Archimedes is one of them.

                    He is also my go to example of what “let students just discover math” is so effing stupid. It was roughly 2000 years from Archimedes finding the area of the circle to the development of the calculus despite that area finding being so very close to it.

                    • I took a point-set topology class where we were given a theorem at a time, and we had to prove it ourselves before moving on to the next theorem. The class itself was only a month long, but I don’t think I’d have minded if it were a semester.

                      On the one hand, I appreciated doing this once, and I probably would have liked to do it one or two more times…but to do that for the entire body of math — even just the body of math leading up to calculus — is stupid indeed.

                      I also took a “Physics for Scientists and Engineers” course that was largely experiment-based. I really liked that class, and I wish I could have taken the second semester. But that approach is only good for *maybe* two semesters before you hit topics where the experiments are *really* hard to reproduce…

                    • If you are taking topology you are already pretty well grounded in math and mature as a person.

                      Junior high school kids, not so much.

                • Terry Sanders

                  Decius Caecilius Metellus the Younger had many contemptuous words for Greek philosophers.

                  They looked down on doctors because they*did* things. (His physician friend went to elaborate lengths to keep any of his peers from learning that he actually examined wounds and (gasp) actually *stitched them himself* sometimes! That’s what slaves are for!)

                  They thought Archimedes and his follwerwere rather disreputable because they actually *used* their mathematics.

                  He said once that a philosopher would talk about the principles of leverage all dayn but would neved *think* of doing something so vulgar as *using* a lever to move a stone.

                  Some snotty fellow once asked him what kind of philosophy he was practicing as he detected. He said “Applied logic.” “How very…Roman,” the philosopher sniffed.

                  If John Maddox Roberts is to be trusted, that kind of “intellectual” goes back a ways.

                  • Y’know, I think you may just hit on why so many of the ctrl-Left* like to hyperidealize the Greeks of yore. Besides the supposed acceptance of gays and gay sex.

                    *I’ve run across folk who seem to think that the world would have been better if the Ancient Greeks conquered instead of the Romans, because then filthy Christianity wouldn’t have spread so much, and oh how enlightened the Ancient Greeks were! For thinking gay sex was normal (glossing over that what they actually practised was ‘have sex with males who hadn’t grown pubic hair or beards’) is the usual reason given for ‘superiority’. There are other reasons but I usually stop their because their version of Ancient Greece is usually Atheist, Gay, and somehow magically democratic.

                    • Anyone who hyperidealizes the Greeks of yore is endorsing misogyny.

                      Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

                    • It always makes me LOL that they ignored that little bit.

                    • Now that I’ve read the sample chapters of The Alexander Inheritance, I wonder if you should shove that book into people’s hands. Probably wouldn’t work: people with that kind of thinking seem remarkably resistant to letting facts interfere with their beliefs. But it might help some of them, who knows?

                    • I suggest Courtesans & Fishcakes: The Consuming Passions of Classical Athens by James Davidson for those who want to counter the view. For one thing, no, normal male interest was directed toward women.

                    • That would be a fascinating read for us I think. For the people who think that Ancient Greece was the Most Enlightened Place of Gaydom though…. I can hear the RRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!! already.

                  • G.H. Hardy wrote an apology for mathematics, and he was darn proud that his mathematics was completely useless, because it means that his math couldn’t be used to help fight WWI. I could sort-of understand that point of view (particularly so long as we get to choose a useless war)…but I also appreciate the irony that his work was crucial for cryptography in WWII.

                    I really like how mathematics can be completely useless. I also like how so many things can use mathematics to do interesting things with the world — even the “completely useless” math.

                    • Feather Blade

                      I am remember time that my grandfather was called upon to explain how the level of available water in the aquifer could be lower around the wells than in the rest of the rock. (or some such thing)

                      His interlocutor was a mathematician at the university, and one of his colleagues, so Grandpa began to explain the phenomena using the man’s natural language. (a good idea when one wishes to communicate so that the other understands, no?)

                      The fellow was apparently highly offended that his mathematics could be used to explain the movement and seepage rates of actual physical water.

                  • This is ultimately the reasoning behind the British (possibly European – I don’t know enough about other cultures) ideas that among other things, a solicitor is of a lower class than a barrister and a surgeon a lower class than a doctor. They were in trade and actually dealt directly with the public and/or actually touched them.

                • Bingo!

                  My late father was a scholar (professor of history of science) and spent an inordinate amount of time trying to get his fellow faculty to FREAKING PUBLISH. He was continually astonished at the amount of money society was willing to pay him to do something he loved, and felt that the very least he could do was publish the results of his play.

                  Not a common feeling, it seemed.

          • I suspect the actual consideration they have is whether they believe that a job will make someone a grimy, gritty mess by the end of the workday. Thus, the barista is fine, while the far more important HVAC tech is not to be associated with.

            • Ah yes. The jobs where a good day ends with blood, grease, oil, soot, or dirt all over you.

        • Until the car don’t run, the crapper don’t flush, and the roof leaks.
          At such times the self anointed aristocracy comes to a rude awakening.
          If they have a modicum of empathy, otherwise not so much. But they still get to pay through the nose for the experienced professional to cure their problems.

          • Yep. The service industry is all based on someone doing the work you do not wish to. Hence housekeeper, cook, servers, etc. There is a second tier where the industry does what you cannot. The latter seem to be looked down on more than former. Wonder if in part shame at not being able to do what they do or something else.

          • Momma’s Father, a doctor, had long ago asserted that indoor plumbing was the possibly the single greatest health advance mankind had ever made.

            Daddy, on third year in a row he needed to call in a plumber on Christmas eve announced that plumbers were more important to society than those who practiced constitutional and contract law. (It is also likely that in the highly unionized city in which he lives on Christmas Eve they are just as well paid for their time.)

          • Those three jobs can rival the ones folks spend four, eight years or more in college to do for money. Call a plumber on a weekend, or better yet, a holiday weekend. Chances are good you’re looking at fifty an hour. Pretty good scratch if you’ve got the knack.

            • Perhaps the “labor” jobs are held in poor repute because those filling them do so by virtue of demonstrated competence rather than by catering to the prejudices of professors? Such undomesticated persons are likely to hold all sorts of unfashionable ideas, such as their opinions being as good as those of the “quality” people.

              It takes a certain kind of person to declare others should know “their place.”

              • An author on Booknotes (don’t remember who) argued it was because of the high price the professor pays for specialization.

                The professor has spent 10 years before the expert known over the world over on The Pearl poet only to realize the plumber fixing his sink is making more money, owns his own business, and is two years younger.

                Instead of questioning his investment vs. utility choices the professor decides the world is unfair and demand it reward his unique if mostly useless (even for entertainment and bar trivia) knowledge better than the more common but even more demanded skills

              • Which makes me think such things as the purported union work rules that prevents anyone from laying more than so many bricks per hour, even if he is perfectly capable of properly doing half again that many.

            • Where do you live? I want to move there for the cheap skilled labor. Fifty an hour is roughly the standard rate for every such person I have called on.

            • Yes, but it’s plumbing. It’s like being in trade in 19th century England. And they don’t even want to shake it off, as the vulgar merchants did, striving to buy land, or at least have their sons enter professions.

        • [T]hey look down on the auto mechanic, plumber, carpenter, etc

          When one considers the complexities involved in modern automotives, with their many computer chips, or the requirements for plumbers and carpenters to comply with complicated building codes and regulations, disdaining them as “working with one’s hands” is as silly as dismissing computer programmers for working with their hands. That code won’t type itself, y’know.

          • Just before I completed my doctorate, I investigated a claim that guns were easy to make, and discovered CNC machining. While I was still looking for work, I took an introduction to machining class, and concluded that because I haven’t learned to make things with my hands (whether it be in machine shop, or blacksmith/welding, or carpentry, among other possibilities) my education is *woefully* inadequate — and this, despite the strong possibility that I might never use these things again, even after learning them.

            But then, the dismissing of mathematics in particular because “I’ll never use it” is just as stupid as learning something because it’s completely useless. Sometimes you learn something merely because it’s beautiful. (Unfortunately, and this is a problem that’s merely exacerbated by Common Core, we’ve never really been good at conveying the beauty of mathematics in our mathematics instruction…)

            Heck, I wish I had learned machining, carpentry, and welding *first* (each of these programs were about 3 months each, so learning all of them in a year isn’t that difficult of a stretch), and then use these skills to work through college and maybe grad school. My debt load would be *considerably* smaller, had I did that.

            But then, there would have been the danger that I could have fallen in love with that work itself, and would never have gone on to “higher” learning. We can’t have that, don’cha know! Because college is the *only* way we can get into the middle class!

            • “While I was still looking for work…” I forgot to mention that I was looking for work after completing my PhD. That’s an interesting story in itself — I had a job as a software developer before I started grad school, working at $8/hr, and when I *finally* started work — as a software developer — after grad school, it was also at $8/hr….

            • There is a school of thought which holds that nobody — nobody — ought be allowed to design an automobile engine who hasn’t first changed the oil, the sparks and adjusted the timing of an actual engine. There is reportedly a minor difference between theoretically accessible and accessible.

              • Yes. We’ve owned two minivans that have required extreme methods for simple fixes. Such as, if you can’t get to it via the top of the engine, the entire chassis needs to be lifted off to get to the rest of the engine, and you can’t change a headlight or taillight bulb without taking it in because some hose or clamp or pipe or whatever happens to pass too closely to the light fixture and it requires special handling.

              • Ain’t that the truth. (Except now you change the timing with programming, so we might get some weird unintended consequences.)

            • kenashimame

              No. 2 Son’s high school was very much of the “everyone must go to college” mindset. He pretty much single-handily undercut that idea to his fellow students.

          • That’s why I have so desperately tried to talk my nephew into taking auto mechanics in school. I’ve had two physicians tell me that they wish they had taken up auto repair instead of medicine because it pays better and it’s less hassle. But nope, he’s taking computer classes when he can’t hardly do algebra much less calculus.

      • You don’t get the left’s contempt for service work? It’s because they believe that’s BELOW THEIR STATION IN LIFE, and them doing that would destroy their reputations for life.

        • So they imagine themselves the new rich and nobility? No wonder they hate capitalism so much.

          • Yup. They are this era’s self selected elite. No worse than the Aristocrats of 18th Century Europe, but no better either. And after them, there will be another bunch, you betcha. And one after that, and so on, and on.

            And while each generation of pustulant swine prances and preens, the common man will continue to make things work. And periodically winnow the parasites.

            Guillotine bait.

            • The irony is that I have seen leftists tell me that I MUST support ever expanding welfare states, or the people will get violent. And then have vapors when I call it extortion.

          • Absolutely. With the twist that – because they are technocrats, relying upon their education and intelligence – they actually deserve to rule us, unlike those dirty, purely genetics-related aristocrats of yore.

      • Filipinos around here (LittleBigTown next door, that is) tend to go into police work and carpentry. Not entirely sure why, but those I’ve worked with have been as a rule friendly, hard working people. After a generation or so, they’re pretty much indistinguishable from the folks who’ve been here for generations. And there ain’t a thing wrong with that. *grin*

        • I wanted to be a cop in New York as a wee kid (I can’t remember why) – but I’m afraid I fall short of requirements. ^.~

          And yeah, Filipinos tend to just assimilate for the most part, while occasionally having little cultural and culinary bits remaining. (Rhys and I would identify houses that were Filipino in the Christmas holiday season by identifying the star-shaped lantern, or Parol. We went looking for a McDonalds on New Years (I was having horrible pregnancy cravings) and he laughed when we drove past a house that still had people eating and drinking outside, in a very relaxed way, and yep, the parol. “That’s a Filipino house, confirmed!”

        • About the only reason I can think of for having any concern over a person’s “heritage” is that it can help with the proper pronunciation of their name, such as knowing that the French frequently don’t bother pronouncing all the letters in their words (which doubtless bothers the Germans no end and likely explains the frequent wars between those two neighbors) and that Eastern Europeans typically pronounce “cz” as (sorta) “ch”.

      • Filipinos DEFINITELY dominate certain areas ofthe American military especially in the Navy. Specifically, those areas are supply and messing. Goes back to the days of the the “Filipino mess steward”. It’s tradition.

        As far as skin whitening goes, I had this discussion with a Korean friend of mine recently. To listen to SJWs, it is the fault of Europeans and their “toxic whiteness” that Asians prize lighter/whiter skin tones. It’s imperialist -imposed self-hating or some such. Ridiculous.

      • I think I figured out the baby’s lack of diaper–
        babies, especially if they’ve got, for some reason, a hat on inside– are usually covered pretty solidly.

        It’s really, really hard to convey the baby’s skin color unless you remove that 1/3 or so of their body that’s covered with a diaper.

        • True for the baby, but not true for the nursemaid. Did they really have to show 1/2 of her to prove her whiteness? That is just gratuitous.

            • There so many stupid shows on TV that are merely on to show flesh. I wish that there was a flesh showing channel so that the channels could show more interesting shows. The other half of shows are virtue signalling.

              • Am not convinced that isn’t Mom nursing Baby while Auntie gets ready to go out. Maybe Baby has bleeding diaper rash and it’s really hot? And the artist is an idiot . . .

                • Or it’s a gazillion degrees, so the baby is fussy as heck (you could tell if it hit 90 with Princess, because she started fussing) which makes the sitting lady’s out fit make sense, but that doesn’t explain the headgear and it make the outfit the standing lady is using oppressive….

                  • I’m currently sitting with the Chief on my lap, in front of a fan, naked as can be because he’s angry if not being held and it’s too hot to cuddle.

                  • …and it make the outfit the standing lady is using oppressive….

                    Has nobody else noticed that you can see through the standing lady’s skirt to her spanx? This photo is very twisted indeed.

                • mom has a weird taste in hats.

          • “That is just gratuitous.”
            You say that like it’s a bad thing…….

      • Another funny thing I remember, was a friend in the Navy asking me what particular dialect he should try to learn to ‘better get on the good side of the Filipino mafia’. I was puzzled. “The Q-store guys.” (Apparently, according to my mom, Illocano and Cebuano, maaaybe some Kapangpangan?) Apparently Filipinos tend to ‘dominate’ certain areas of the military in the US.

        Yep, no idea what variety it is but the Filipino Mafia is really a thing– it’s actually a minor issue in some of the Japan commands when there’s a weak CO, the guy who got the most abuse I ever saw was an American whose grandparents, maybe, spoke some Filipino language. The toxic SOBs at that command were breaking into the CO’s complaint box and destroying complaints against themselves, too, but that was a really sick command. Gal I know took them back a notch because she looks like someone called Central Casting for a sweet Irish rose…but she’s from the PI, and let them dig really deep before responding something like “you are a dick weed and I can totally understand you, (insult) (insult) (insult).”

        It’s not a big enough issue in a healthy command, but it is annoying, and I suspect it is a major pain for the Americans who happen to have grown up in Filipino areas in California, since the jerks seem to have relatives all over and are willing to use them maliciously.

        • * laughing* Would it surprise anyone here if I said I have relatives in the US?

          • It would make me think your family wasn’t good at keeping track of family if you said you DID NOT!

            • Hilariously, I’m one of the ones that is hard to keep track of. I’ll get news filtered through my Mom. From her I heard that I supposedly have kin somewhere in New South Wales (which is what I translate ‘that place where Sydney is’ to, as opposed to ‘Australia’) and ‘somewhere else in Australia that isn’t Sydney. Maybe in Melbourne too.’ *helpless laughing sigh* In my mom’s defense, that was more or less the description given.

              • *giggles* Ran into my grandmother’s side of the family on that family search thing from the Moromons– basically the extent of their records for her was “went to Oregon, probably got married.”

                Not that they didn’t KNOW, for heaven’s sake the lady who entered it had a 50/50 on who I was (me or my sister), but they had no details so it wasn’t recorded.

                So they had word-of-mouth for the five kids, a notion of the grandkids, and the great-grand kids were a minor shock.

      • I love your rambles. ❤

      • Shadowdancer Duskstar / Cutelildrow | June 5, 2017 at 11:03 am | Reply Apparently Filipinos tend to ‘dominate’ certain areas of the military in the US.

        One of those widely known but little talked about things is that self selected choices make huge differences in who does what. It’s particularly obvious in the Navy because we wear our rating on our sleeve. (Which may be why the powers that be tried to get rid of enlisted ratings- that decision was met with widespread derision and funny thing, under the Trump administration has been reversed.) Engine rooms are dominated by whites. Asians and blacks way lower then their percentage in the population. Minorities are overrepresented in administrative ratings, yeoman, storekeepers, disbursing clerks, and the like. West coast more Asian, East coast more black. Minorities are underrepresented in the submarine force, except for cooks, (I think they’re called “Culinary Specialists now), where Filipinos are hugely overrepresented. I do remember one Chief of the Boat having to take a new head cook aside and explain to him that yes, he could serve rice at every meal. But he WOULD serve potatoes or rolls or noodles or some other form of starch also.

        It’s also a well known but little discussed fact that among women in the enlisted ranks, the higher the rank, the greater the percentage of lesbians in it. Seems to also hold true in the officer ranks. A disproportionate number of junior enlisted women really are looking at the Navy as a source of their MRS degree. If they don’t get it in one enlistment, they’re out.

        A study of religions and ratings would be interesting. I know that among the officer ranks Roman Catholics are represented well above their percentage of the population.

        • I don’t know what the current break down is, but my head…um… boot-camp guy… was a black SK, and my father in law was an SK that got shoved into doing the computer stuff because he wasn’t (southern, city/suburb) black. A gentleman whose grandkids my kids played with had a similar story in the Air Force– he got thrown at every computer thing around, starting with punch cards.

          I got the impression that different areas had different super-concentrations of cultural groups. Not sure how that happened, other than obvious things like the Filipino Mafia being much more common on Japanese home-ported ships because…duh…we hit the PI. It’s like how there are a ton of anime fanatics and a rather high rate of geeks in the general ship’s population.

        • It’s also a well known but little discussed fact that among women in the enlisted ranks, the higher the rank, the greater the percentage of lesbians in it.

          Yeah, just try reporting sexual harassment from a lesbian.

          Or even “just” reporting “my roommate and her girlfriend are too loud, I can’t freaking sleep so I can pass my classes.”

          See how far that gets you.

        • Minorities are underrepresented in the submarine force, except for cooks, (I think they’re called “Culinary Specialists now), where Filipinos are hugely overrepresented. I do remember one Chief of the Boat having to take a new head cook aside and explain to him that yes, he could serve rice at every meal. But he WOULD serve potatoes or rolls or noodles or some other form of starch also.

          *apologetic laugh* For us, it seems that potatoes go in soup and stews, bread you have as part of breakfast or snacks, and noodles and pasta aren’t separate from the meal they’re part of. We don’t consider them ‘separate starch’ and are instead ‘part of the main dish.’

      • Lack of baby diaper. No nursing bra, nightgown open to the navel (a button-up one too so she purposely had to open it that much), sitting upright in the mother’s room on one of the nice couches instead of in a rocker or lounge chair. Whoever staged the photo must not understand nursing at all (whether 1940s or modern).

        • To be fair (anybody doing a drinking game for me saying that, yet?)– I don’t own a nursing bra anymore, sports bras work much better for me.

          But yeah, no bra at all? *eyeroll*

        • I think we can reasonably conclude that the person who staged these photos didn’t have a clue about reality in general; so perhaps expecting any sort of accuracy, historical or otherwise, is too mich to ask. *dry*

          • I doubt not that most here are less troubled by those photos than by the doltishness, fatuousness, gormlessness, gullibility, and vacuity of those who so effusively praise them.

            • Indeed. But let us not impede their quest to increasingly beclown their already ridiculous worldview to the rest of humanity. For the rest of us, it is a trainwreck that persists on hitting even more objects, and we are the bystanders watching.

              Wonder how many of our detractors went to look up those words our erudite wallaby used. *wicked grin*

            • To be fair, most of those who do praise them are probably pretty normal, decent people, but people who have grown up and spend most of their lives in one of the bubbles. Everybody around them seems to think like that, and the public culture reinforces that notion.

              And peer pressure is a real thing, and can be very powerful. It just never occurs to them to doubt because deep down they know that if they did they’d risk losing their place in their peer group, possibly, if things got far enough, even be kicked out of it, and that idea scares them. In addition to everything else the possibility that you’d maybe find out that also the people you trust and depend on – maybe family, your personal friends, certainly you might risk your job – might turn on you is something most of us do not want to test.

              So they go through the motions and never doubt because they don’t want to doubt. And with a lot of them something like praising something like those photos – well, the praise most times probably really isn’t for the photos, the photos might be anything, it’s all about showing solidarity to your group. They see something linked on by people in their peer group, everybody in their peer group seem to think highly of it, they put their own similar comments there and then go back to all the important stuff like job woes or deciding what’s for dinner.

          • Well, whatever doll they used obviously didn’t give them any problems, so it must not be a problem.

            • I collect dolls, especially Barbies. Trust me, there are plenty of non-white dolls out there. My Barbie collection looks like a meeting of the UN. Whichever doll strikes my fancy is the one I buy It depends on where you live. That’s called marketing. The city I just moved from is equally white and black — about 35%-40%) The rest are a hugely expanding Hispanic community and Vietnamese. Lots of Vietnamese settled there after the war. So, lots of races of dolls to choose from. No problem.

              The city I just moved to (San Antonio) is almost 60% Hispanic. Most of the dolls I see — depending on the part of town — are predominantly Latina dolls. Duh. I always buy the Christmas edition Barbie in all races. This past Christmas, the first year for an Hispanic doll. I have all three of them because they’re all gorgeous.

              The doll racism issue is so much hogwash.

      • “I really don’t get the contempt that the Left has for service-related work.”

        I think it’s a class snobbery thing. A lot of the Left are upper-middle class, and insecure about their status. So they look down on everyone beneath them on the social ladder. The fact that narcissism is rampant among them doesn’t help,either.

    • In the Sacramento area, you’ll find a lot of Vietnamese strawberry farmers. It makes sense, since the Vietnamese community is largely based on Boat People fleeing the communist takeover, and they had nothing. Strawberry farming takes very little capital to start up, but a lot of labor, so a lot of the roadside stands still have Vietnamese names on them.

      Their kids, however, are largely dentists, judging by the names. (My dentist is Thai, though, and her whole shop is female.)

      • When I was a kid in L.A. county in the early ’50s, those strawberry fields were being farmed by Japanese families. I don’t know who’s growing them down there now, but as of about 10 or years ago, all my acquaintances in the coastal central California strawberry bidness were recently from Mexico.

    • That’s odd about the Greeks, to me. The Greek guy I worked with said that mostly Greeks would come over here and do things like construction work until they saved up enough money to live high on the hog back in Greece, then go home for a year or so, then come back and do it again. At least, he said that’s what his family did, except that he said that was crazy, so he stayed here and went into IT.

  3. Wow! One of my grand daughters has a doll that is black. I really doubt she has ever had a biased or oppressive bone in her little body. She just likes what she likes.
    Wasn’t the great liberal mantra of yesteryear, ‘take people as they are’?
    Yeah, Sarah, I wouldn’t hold my breath long waiting for common sense. That train doesn’t stop at their station.

    • thephantom182

      Monster high dolls. They come in ALL the colours. Blue, green, jet-black, four arms, two heads, centaurs, wings, skeletons… now THAT is diversity!

      • My virtual hat is off to her! Any group that includes in centaurs is apt to be good. (They share their wine freely! Just do not try to match them drink for drink. Don’t ask.)

      • Monster high dolls.

        And I am grateful that then Athena went through her brief “fashion doll” phase it was the Monster High ones she liked rather than Slutz, or whatever they were called. 😉

        • SheSellsSeashells

          Mine *might* have liked them except that I pulled rank. “Every mother gets to have a toy she’s completely unreasonable about. Mine is Bratz, and neither they nor their knockoff kin will ever defile my home. Your GRANDMOTHER felt the same about My Little Pony, so count your blessings.”

          (Verbatim. The Kid has always had an expansive vocabulary.)

      • Actually, one of my favorite blog posts of all time anywhere were about observing a parent buying their son a Monster High doll:

        There is more compassion in the mother he saw and his reaction to it than in 100% of the people who would yell about him having it being wrong or hold the mother up as an icon of gender equality.

        Because both the mother (although perhaps out of being worn down) and Tim both saw that something had value to someone and respected that fact.

        #rant off

        • not sure about you, but I’m getting the giggles out of the idea that people “should” be yelling at a mom for buying her son a monster toy….


          Going more serious, this is sort of a thing we’re dealing with in my household right now.
          Elfie/TrueBlue is creating a World of Warcraft (vanilla) campaign for our kids, and the first argument we had about it was if he would play a female character as he’s prone to since his first game. (when that was the only figurine they had left; he finally agreed that yeah, daddy should be a boy until they’re able to understand the whole “getting into character” thing better. For those whose hackles are rising: I usually play male characters, because they’re nicer to look at, but had already figured on playing a female because that’s one of the important aspects. Elf, orc, troll—whatever, they’re biologically interchangeable, but male/female matters.)

          We’ve also had to work around “girly” rewards the girls get not being available to our son, and even carved out “boy things” that are basically little kid things that the girls can do RIGHT NOW that won’t be an option when they’re older, and even managed to get Elder Son to go for it. The “hard work but everyone can do it” things are, oddly, not much desired. ^.^

          • The reason I didn’t get the giggles out of the whole people should be yelling at the mom was a separate incident a few days earlier where I watched a parent go off on their son for wanting bubbles (you know, the soap kind in the bottle) as he should be too old for that girl’s crap (kid couldn’t have been a day over eight). That one just ramped up my “people suck view” (I mean, I am the guy who wrote a blog post: “Failure is Other People”) and Tim’s hit at just the right point.

            Even rereading it to post here made me cry.

            • Bubbles? For real?

              That’s…grad A crazy, there.

              • Bubbles…kid was in tears. Wanted badly to throw down and bet the crap out of the man in front of his wife and child.

                Probably should have.

                • I’m gonna assume that was supposed to read “beat the crap” and you miss-keyed.

                  Good thing you didn’t — sounds like the kind of guy who would “repay” his humiliation on wife and child.

                  • Yes and yes.

                    Just made me very angry. Strong attempts to enforce narrow gender and age roles are a strong hot spot for me (which, ironically to some, is why current transgender activism pisses me off).

                    • It’s why it pisses me off too.

                    • So much this. I was reading an (otherwise good) book recently that had a scene where the protag was musing about her transgender sibling. Which was fine…except that apparently this person decided he was a he at the age of eight. And…this was because she/he wanted to climb trees and wear jeans, and somehow that meant–in the kid’s eyes as well as the unhappy foster parents–that this was ‘trying to be the other gender.’

                      Um…I climbed trees and wore jeans ALL the time. And was happily a girl. CLIMBING TREES AND WANTING TO PLAY OUTSIDE, etc. does NOT mean one is misgendered. It just means you’re a kid who likes certain stuff. I also liked action figures, matchbox cars–as well as my Barbies and my Little Ponies. I also wanted to be a paleontologist, because dinosaurs were awesome.

                      I’m becoming seriously alarmed (and furious) at these “progressive” parents that think because a boy likes sparkly things or nurturing baby dolls or bubbles, or a little girls likes trucks and dinosaurs and playing in the dirt that they must be transgender. That’s just…that’s INSANE. (Or the ‘non-progressive’ parents who think the same things about their kids, only coming from the other direction–their boy is ‘girly’ and it must be stopped, or the girl is clearly trying to be a boy and must be forced to wear dresses and ONLY play with dolls. Just…ugh.)

                    • Definitely an issue.

                      I do enforce “norms” on my kids, but they’re sane ones. The Baron can’t wear dresses– but the girls can’t take his clothes, either; honestly most of the restrictions are on him, because they are social norms. The girls are quite upset they’re not allowed to shave like daddy, though. 😀 The girls are told not to be physical bullies because it’s stupid (they aren’t going to be that big even when they’re grown up) and the boys are told not to be physical bullies because it’s wrong. (even if it might work, short-term)

                      Beyond that….? I have to tell ALL of them not to try to use muscle when thinking is a better idea ,

                    • Reassure your girls that in time they may be able to shave — I have seen articles advising women shave their faces around once a week for both exfoliation and removal of peach fuzz.

                      I suspect it is not as much fun as it appears.

                    • Having had time for this to stew in the backbrain, I think it would have been okay for you to whup his ass — but only if you were properly “dressed” for the occasion.

                      Just put “giant soap bubbles” into the youtube search …

                • Nothing wrong with bubbles. Especially when made with hydrogen and you have a candle at the end of a stick…

              • Gee. Thanks. Now I want to get some bubbles.

                • Maybe the Da is just a real hater of West Ham United?

                  From Wiki:
                  The song is now better known in England as the club anthem of West Ham United, a London-based football club. It was adopted by West Ham’s supporters in the late 1920s and is now one of the most recognisable club anthems in English football along with the similarly adopted “You’ll Never Walk Alone”, “Blue Moon” , “Blue is the Colour” and “Blaydon Races”.

                  “I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles” was introduced to the club by former manager Charlie Paynter in the late twenties. A player, Billy J. “Bubbles” Murray who played for the local Park School had a resemblance to the boy in the “Bubbles” painting by Millais used in a Pears soap commercial of the time. Headmaster Cornelius Beal began singing the tune “I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles” with amended lyrics when Park players played well.

                  Beal was a friend of Paynter, while Murray was a West Ham trialist and played football at schoolboy level with a number of West Ham players such as Jim Barrett. Through this contrivance of association the club’s fans took it upon themselves to begin singing the popular music hall tune before home games, sometimes reinforced by the presence of a house band requested to play the refrain by Charlie Paynter.

                  As a tribute to West Ham United, the punk rock band the Cockney Rejects covered the song in 1980. The song is also heard in the movie Green Street Hooligans and at the end of episode 3.6 of Ashes to Ashes which took place in 1983 and featured the death of a West Ham United supporter.

                  In 2006 at the final match at Arsenal F.C.’s Highbury stadium, Arsenal supporters broke into song to celebrate West Ham’s defeat of Tottenham which secured Arsenal’s spot in the UEFA Champions League on the last day. Similarly, Blackburn Rovers were heard singing ‘Bubbles’ in their dressing room after West Ham assisted them winning the Premiership in 1995 having held Manchester United to a 1-1 draw on the final day of the Premier League season, led by Tony Gale (an eleven-year West Ham veteran who had moved to Blackburn earlier in the season).

                  On May 16, 1999, prior to a home game against Middlesbrough, 23,680 fans in the Boleyn Ground blew bubbles for a minute, setting a new world record. At the Olympic Stadium, London on 27 July 2012, as part of the 2012 Summer Olympics opening ceremony, I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles was used as part of the soundtrack to the event.

            • Hm, possible culture clash– the guys who provide the REALLY GOOD bubbles in my family are the Bard and the Crazy Uncle. It’s the go-to toy for not a girl or a boy in our family.

              No idea about other families.

            • That is major sad. I wonder who must have crushed all the joy out of that father that he should be so mean himself?

              Bubbles were a summer ritual where I grew up, along with catching lightning bug, watching the stars at night, running through a sprinkler on a hot day and getting pennies for the Japanese beetles picked off the rose bushes. We ALL did it.

              • When we had kittens a favorite play for them was when I would blow bubbles for them to pounce upon. Fierce they were, killers of soap, crushers of bubbles!

            • I would have been terribly tempted to say, “Dude. *I* like to play with bubbles when I need some down time.”

              • That works best if you’ve got this picture on your phone:

                Bubbles Darlene. The Dancer That Shocked Havana

    • “Take people as they are” . . . but only in the approved leftiod racist stereotypes or be labeled a racist by racists, a fascist by fascists, a moron by the moronic . . .

    • The ‘great liberal mantra’ never was “take people as they are”. The Liberal/Progressive Left has been treating people like contemptible peasants for most of a century. They have sometimes pretended to care about said peasants, but not very well.

    • Patrick Chester

      Wasn’t the great liberal mantra of yesteryear, ‘take people as they are’?

      Which may explain why they focus on race, gender, sexual preference, etc.: They realized if people took them as they are, they’d notice they were pretty bad.

      • Or pretty useless…I think it was more useless than bad initially and the bad developed out of trying to remain useless but kept instead of becoming useful.

    • My mom had a white, porcelain doll that, along with the standard dress-up clothes of the era, has an outfit that makes it look like an Indian Princess. People would probably scream about it now, but the moccasins, beaded dress and all (might have been a beaded headband too, I can’t remember), were made as a gift by one of the ladies down in the Indian village down the road from where she grew up. My mom’s family were great friends with many of the tribe.

      • I was well into my teens before I figured out there were non-museum display dolls that were not Asian– that’s the only “expensive, nobody plays with, just because they’re pretty” dolls that ANYBODY had when I was a kid.

        I think I only found out by TV, at that…. I want to say it was NCIS, but I really have no idea.

      • My Scottish grandmother– the one who basically was of the mind that if it wasn’t Scottish, it’s crap– had baskets, and papoose (sp?) boards, and… well, all kinds of stuff.*

        You see, the kids that she went to school with- her mom was an “Indian School” teacher– were of course awesome, if they themselves weren’t jerks. Ditto her folks’ boarder/nanny.

        * this is the lady who would go on rants about how much the Brits suck, but married a nominally English guy and could’ve been the twin sister of the Queen, by looks. #RealRacismIsComplicated

        • My paternal grandmother (who raised myself and my two sisters after mom passed) in later years could have passed as Queen Victoria, especially in her Silver Jubilee official portrait.

          It was a real shock for me to stumble across that portrait while going through the bound magazine volumes in the college library one rainy day.

    • Chrismouse

      I was given a black Cabbage Patch doll as a child in the mid 80s, and they weren’t that hard to find.

      The people saying that these photos are “profound” and “subversive” are the same ones who condemn business owners as “greedy” and “willing to do anything for money”. Except, apparently, tap an underserved market. Once again, they want to ascribe to an -ism what simple economis explains. Possibly because they don’t understand economics.

      • My aunt went to great pains to make sure that my sister, my brother and I all had custom Cabbage Patch dolls that “looked like us.”

        ….I think the only time the poor things were played with was when she was around. I didn’t care about dolls, my sister had one of those “water baby” dolls that looked nothing like us, and my brother was much more interested in hamming it up for anybody who would look at him. I think they’re all still in storage at my folks’ place, somewhere, and I really should find them, if only because they were sized to fit baby clothes!

    • The little girls in every store I go into (I always head straight to the toy department, it is a sickness) choose the one they think is pretties. Or, really, which one they think has the best hair. I collect Barbies. It’s all about the hair for kids. Me it is the face mold, clothing, or rarity. I’ve been at this a LONG time. Kids don’t think about this stuff unless their parents brow beat them about it.

  4. You and I must have been sharing a brain when you wrote this. My first reaction when someone shared this and asked how it made me feel was “it didn’t.” Photos are supposed to evoke emotions. All art is. These photos just made me shrug and wonder why I was expected to feel anything. I had to look closer to see what it is exactly they were expecting.

    I wanted to write about it, but you’ve basically read my mind, so no need.

    • thephantom182

      You’re still recovering from the oak gall thing, right? ~:D

      • I shared that one around, horrifying a good number of men. If they’re not already married, I’m pushing a few towards red pilling and going their own way by cheerfully exposing the crazy my sex/gender/whatever get up to. “And this is why sexbots are definitely going to be a thing.” was one response.

        • thephantom182

          You know, I’ve dated a lot of women over the years. I have to say, present company very excluded, there is a sub-set of women who are simply horrible to be around. Self-obsessed, manipulative and cruel.

          I met many. Mostly pretty white girls from Toronto. Something seriously lacking in their upbringing. Now they’re all 60 years old and divorced, sometimes twice or three times, so I know it wasn’t just me.

          Sexbots are men’s response to that sort of thing. If you’ve been in relationships with a few of those harpies in a row, you’d start looking for practical alternatives. Self defense, if nothing else.

        • If the “red pill” doesn’t work, I’m sure a sound example will prove…. uh… enlightening. And frightening. Unless they are… mighty d—ed weird.

    • Oh, please write out it…reading you outloud has become a favorite hobby.

      Anymore when asked how I feel I want to respond, “Like I should talk to someone else who wants to know what I think.”

  5. I just found a website that believes that the Holy Roman Empire was entirely composed of African nobility running things, that St. Maurice and the Theban Legion were invented as a later cover up of all statues of black people, and that all illuminated manuscripts showing white nobility are faked or “racially ambiguous.” Also, Caucasian people are actually “albinos”.

    Google “the lie of St. Maurice” and experience an alternate universe.

    You cannot surpass the crazies in craziness, because they are crazy all the time.

  6. John Prigent

    White industrialists are oppressed! The villainous businessman in a film is always white.

    • And must we always claim the envious are new? “Green, with envy” and all that rot. Some are just green. Others just envy. There might be some minor green-envy correlation, but “correlation is NOT causation” (even if it might, at times, be the way to bet. If you wager, that is.)

  7. Heh. Considering that almost a century ago my mother’s father cut timber for a black man, that stereotype thing has never been sharply drawn. What did come to mind was an extremely low-class neighborhood where the mothers let their toddlers run around without a stitch. Everyone else looked down on such. If such goes on in New Yawk – and that’s my impression – oh my.

    What we’re seeing here are the stereotypes held by people who live in places like New Yawk. That, and a strong dose of ignorance of history.

    • They’re not ignorant of history. They’re right up with the latest politically-approved history. Way better than that old-school history you probably had to make do with.

      When you see truly demented alternate history, it’s likely someone actually paid for a school to teach it to them. And since everyone they know was taught the same thing, they think *you* are the nutter.

      • I recall in the early-mid 1970s when the first and only UHF station in the area started and PBS aired Monty Python’s Flying Circus, the folks didn’t care if I watched or not, not matter what it was about or had. No. Big. Deal. And then one night I was staying overnight at grandparents and watched…. until grandma decided that naked women were Not Appropriate for such… and, at that time, until that time, it never really mattered to me. After that, since someone had forbidden it (even if only in rare circumstance) then it became something to seek out. Grandma meant well, but Ma & Pa likely had the better idea: No big deal meant… no big deal. “She’s NAAAAKED!!!!111eleventy!!1” “So?”

        • Fast forward a few decades. Fatso me (yes, really) had dropped a ful mailsack’s worth of pounds and was feeling confident. And a gal who made a skintight Catwoman suit look good asked if was interest in modeling with her.. nude. So did.

          You know that bit, “My eyes are up here!” (not that she gave a damn where anyone looked)? Well, it was easy to look her in the eyes though she wore naught. Why? She was simply *there*. She was not “presenting” (as with bodice or such). No big deal means… no big deal. Really, much healthier than making a fuss over it all.

          • That is the Finnish thing with sauna, and nudity connected to it and a few other things. You are naked in sauna. You see people of every age and both sexes naked in sauna. Nobody makes a fuss. So you get used to in from childhood and don’t pay much attention (except a bit if somebody is exceptionally pleasant to look at, but usually they really have to be exceptionally). After that nudity in general (unless exceptionally nice to look at) is kind of – Did you see that? Yep, yawn. What’s for dinner? – just boring. Alarming if the person exhibits in some unsuitable place because it might mean said person is dangerously nutty, but not much otherwise.

        • LOL! PBS aired Monty Python late at night in our area when I was a kid. I would stay up and sneak in to watch it with the volume way down low. I was always scared that my parents would catch me at the exact moment they showed that tiny bit of nudity. The beating if I was caught (I imagined) would have been epic.

          Nope, for all the things I didn’t get away with, I was never caught watching Monty Python.

          Now days, Python is my favorite programming language.

          • The folks didn’t care if I watched MP or not. Years later, some cartoons on band C-satellite were another matter – or so I imagined. I suspect Pa, had he discovered such, would have preferred I was watching so-called “adult” content….

      • Surprised they haven’t tried pushing the Lie of St. Mauritius mindset into mainstream. Yet.

    • These as stereotypes is something more applied to the upper class rich kids and their parents. They have the subculture that sees this as a profound turning of the tables. Once you get out of the rich upper class who had and often still have servants you get away from this sort of stereotype even being known.

      • Kinda like the odd idea of Things Not To Be Seen (sex, etc.) when most folks grew up on the farm or close enough and…. reproductive activities.. were not at all secret.

    • It’s not all of New York City. It’s certain selected portions of NYC.

  8. What does/did happen a lot in some areas of the US? Dark-skinned black people doing menial work for light-skinned black people. There is a lot of prejudice there, so a reversed picture would probably make some heads spin…

    But it would probably not even be noticed by Americans not living in those areas, or not caught up in that subculture.

    • I never knew about the intra-racial biases amongst black people until college. There was an older black gentleman that I’d run into at the library every so often and we’d chat about whatever suited our moods that day. We spent an afternoon talking about this issue, and how bad it was – and likely still is – in New Orleans. It always made him laugh when he heard the usual argument that only white people could be racist or prejudiced.

      • I recall Tim Reid in an episode of Frank’s Place (IIRC; wasn’t WKRP) being assessed for a club membership, and he had to be lighter than a brown paper bag.

        • I recall hearing about that as a Philadelphia thing, although I believe it extended through the Negro equivalent of the Ivy League.

    • reminds me of the recent story I saw of the latest supermodel who shocked everyone when she admitted she doesn’t want to be lighter skinned. She is from Sudan iirc and so dark and fine skinned she presents a challenge to photographers.

      • Oh, is it that lady with the nickname something like “midnight sky”? I’d love to see a photoshoot with her where somebody painted galaxies on her skin.

        • think so. stunningly pretty woman. Someone needs to make a Tarzan movie and cast her as a Queen.

          • There was an article last week, or possibly the week before, about a hatestorm arising from a make-up artist “converting” a model from Caucasian to Negro.

            Makeup artist under fire for turning a white woman into a black woman

            Life is too short to get worked up over such silliness. No, it is not “blackface” it is technique and playing on our expectations and visual cue reactions. Mucking forons.

            • Feather Blade


              If they did the opposite transformation on a black model, suddenly the screams would be about “erasure” and “the white supremacy of beauty”.

              One would think from their reactions that (even imaginary) miscegenation was a bad thing.

            • Patrick Chester

              There are people who do their level best to find a way to take offense at ANYTHING.

            • *insert picture here of RDJ as the actor playing a black guy, complete with “never go full retard” comment*

            • Does it make a difference if actual Africans do it to the white person? Because I remember several years ago seeing a photo spread where some celebrity blonde bimbo visited some African tribe, and they made her over to be “one of them” (and I seem to remember that at some point she was joining their dances topless). IIRC, the article was celebrating this, not deriding it, so it must be ok, right? 🙂

            • stop triggering me!

      • Oooh, is it that gal with the cheek bones to DIE for without being tiny/skinny/starved who looks like simisweet to darkest dark chocolate, IIRC the hook for her early shoots was how she’d been bullied for being so dark?

        Given the second half, it might be a different lady– I got the impression the one I’m thinking of was at least raised in America.

        • This girl is almost flat black in color, and is in between Iman and Grace Jones for build (skinny, yes, but not looking like a famine victim, so not skeletal)

    • What does/did happen a lot in some areas of the US? Dark-skinned black people doing menial work for light-skinned black people. There is a lot of prejudice there, so a reversed picture would probably make some heads spin…

      Like a lot of things, it’s complicated. My grandfather and his brother-in-law had agreed to cut the timber with the previous owner. One day the new owner, a black man, came to them at work and told him he had bought the property and he would understand if they didn’t want to work for him. They told him the color of his money was the same, and had no problem. That said, some did. It was more a class issue than anything, and some had the idea of working for hire to a black man meant they were lower class. Ironically, while I knew of that, I was raised with the view that only someone really low class would be bothered by such.

      Can’t really put my finger on the why. Have wondered if it came from agriculture work, or because we weren’t upper class. Yet we weren’t the only ones not to have a problem with this. That said, some did.

      • Feather Blade

        I expect it’s something along the lines of CS Lewis’ comment about when and where he was willing to read fairy tales at each stage of his life.

      • The late comedian Brother Dave Gardner used to ask, “What color is discrimination? Is it black? No. Is it blue? No. Is it red? No. Is it white? No, Is it yellow? No. The color of discrimination is green; because if you ain’t got that green, you’re a second class citizen no matter where you are.”

  9. Meredith Dixon

    Yes, it is a stereotype in America, or at least in the South, that black women are nannies for white babies. Middle-class (not just wealthy) Southern white families had black maids and/or nannies up until the 1960’s; that was one of the standard markers of being middle-class rather than poor. I have read several reminiscences from black people, now grown, who complained that their mothers spent all their time looking after their white family’s children, leaving them to be raised by other relatives. Literal wet-nursing in the 1940’s, perhaps not, but only because, as you point out, formula-feeding was very popular mid-century.

    • Terry Sanders

      Black domestics were indeed the thing in the South, if you could afford it. Stictly speaking, we couldn’t, but had one part time anyway. My mother was not-recovering from brain-tumor surgery and couldn’t do housework.

      I seriously doubt Cecilia thought she was oppressed. She was paid as well as we could afford (at eight, it didn’t occur to me to ask) and she ran rhat househwith an iron hand when she was there.

    • About 1982, I had to hire a woman to clean up the base housing unit that I was vacating so that it would pass the very rigorous inspection from the base housing office. The woman who came to work for me for three days was black, middle-aged (wife of a retired NCO, I think) – and she totally freaked me out by conforming to every single stereotype I had ever seen anywhere of what black domestic help was like — images that I had always been told were stereotypes: yep, hair in a turban, singing spirituals as she scrubbed the floor, giving me bossy advice about my life and raising my kid, telling me about her son in jail … she ticked all the boxes: Mammy from Gone With the Wind to life. I vented to my mother about this (Mom thought I should have hired her permanently) and Mom ventured that the woman was cunningly playing it up for her own amusement – she probably dressed up like a Pointer Sister after work and went out with her husband to high-class restaurants on the weekend.

      • Mom ventured that the woman was cunningly playing it up for her own amusement…

        I had considered this myself.

      • Given the year, it may not have been a put-on. My mother sang hymns doing housework, and I remember women, both black and white, tying a scarf over their hair while doing housework. That was really similar to what women wore in the field (though some favored a straw hat with a wide brim), so those were likely work clothes. Like everyone else, they put on different clothes to go to town, and especially to church.

        Of course, it could have been a put-own. But I knew many a woman who looked and talked like the politically incorrect housekeeper in the Tom and Jerry cartoons. The big difference is I doubt any carried dice (one episode had the terrified housekeeper perched on a stool and Jerry shaking it, with all sorts of stereotypical paraphernalia falling down).

      • Playing to the stereotype is a long-established strategy for avoiding “intimacy” with folks with whom you are not really interested in becoming intimate.

    • Look, they might have had black nannies (black labor was cheaper. Nowadays it’s illegal nannies) but I guarantee unless there was some kink and crazy going on (and that’s never every family) they didn’t keep them barefoot. And no, not WET nurses.
      Also, note “till the sixties” and I suspect not “middle class” by then but upper class. At least none of my Southern friends whose parents were professionals had NANNIES.
      This means, my having been born in the sixties and being now in the mid-century, that there might be a hundred or so people who will think of this BUT the SJWs are holding onto the stereotype for dear life, because to them racial stereotypes NEVER die.

      • Projection. They hang onto these stereotypes and their racism with the tenacity of a pitbull pulling on a rope, but have projected the guilt onto the rest of us.

      • My Mom was raised in the 50’s and 60’s in a middle class family in southern Alabama, and they never had a maid, black or otherwise. It wouldn’t surprise me if some of the people Grandpa worked for did as they were upper class, but not them.

      • BobtheRegisterredFool

        There’s a possible confounding factor.

        There’s a claim that all the white supremacists left the Democratic Party and joined the Republican Party. This may be entirely revisionist history.

        I’ve met, around ten years ago, a Democrat who might be described as misogynist and white supremacist.

        What would a Democrat who only knows Democrats, and earnestly believes that the Republicans are worse conclude from meeting such a Democrat?

        • What would a Democrat who only knows Democrats, and earnestly believes that the Republicans are worse conclude from meeting such a Democrat?

          Something that stinks worse than that which I flush.

        • There’s a claim that all the white supremacists left the Democratic Party and joined the Republican Party. This may be entirely revisionist history.

          That is entirely revisionist history. I’ve said it many times, and think it still holds true. If you think of Democrats as the party of group rights, and Republicans as the party of individual rights, you see where their differing viewpoints come from. Democrats have simply flip-flopped on which group they prefer preferences for.

          • BobtheRegisterredFool

            Also, sentimentally Democrats are and were democrats, and Republicans were and maybe still are republicans.

            I don’t disagree. I choose the less intense insistence for what I think may have been stylistic reasons.

          • “Democrats have simply flip-flopped on which group they prefer preferences for..”

            Considering the consequences for any group for which they have successfully garnered preferences, I would argue that they just like having slaves, by any means they can get them.

      • Look, they might have had black nannies (black labor was cheaper. Nowadays it’s illegal nannies) but I guarantee unless there was some kink and crazy going on (and that’s never every family) they didn’t keep them barefoot. And no, not WET nurses.

        The job was that of nanny, but the Southern term was “mammy.” Practically the same thing. Here it’s good to remember black families tended not to own land as most came to emancipation with next to nothing and couldn’t afford to buy land. It was a way to make money. I don’t know if they were willing to work cheaper or not, but it was a different situation than those who’s husbands owned land.

        Only the wealthy could afford a “mammy.” Yes, I knew of one. One summer in construction, we worked on a house that had a separate connected apartment for the mammy. By then their children didn’t need one, so it was a place for her to stay, sort of like a retirement plan. This was in the 1970s, and was essentially a modern version of a small house near someone wealthy person’s home that served the same purpose.

        Wet nurses? Never heard of such, but given the times, anyone who could have afforded a wet nurse could have certainly afforded formula, which was much cheaper. My assumption is that formula had replaced this maybe a century ago. I also know that when there was a calf or puppy or kitten in need of milk, one of the older women always seemed to know of various concoctions based on powdered milk and/or condensed milk. In any event, by the 1950s most in all economic levels in the US used formula.

        • Hah! As if any respectable family would hire white trash to mind their kids!

        • On a side note, evaporated milk (which is condensed milk, but without the “sweetened” part that you always find in the store if you look for condensed milk) is an awesome supplement for weaned kittens. Take kitten kibble, top with the most fat cottage cheese you can find, cover with evaporated milk or half’n’half.

          The formula for nursing orphan kittens that I’ve seen the best results with?
          Human supplement…. (we knew the doctor in charge of the hospital’s supplies, and she knew we wouldn’t do something shady, so the expired hospital-grade warm-and-feed formula was disposed our way, to the great benefit of orphaned kittens)

      • Had a “memory” pop up on my feed the other day– about six years ago, of me laughing my rump off in my sister’s kitchen.

        She was living in a tiny apartment that had two bedrooms, a bathroom, a livingroom, and a “kitchen”; the livingroom was really a playroom for the kids, so I’d set up in the “kitchen”/dining area. Her Raven was in the play room, with my little Princess, and I was visibly pregnant.

        All of her friends were “happening” to bring their electronics by to be fixed or upgraded, and I was doing something or other with our guns that required them out and on the table.

        I’d just realized I was barefoot and pregnant, in the kitchen, and I’m shocked she stopped rolling on the floor long enough to get the picture. 😀

        • Paul (Drak Bibliophile) Howard

          Family story.

          After my sister had her twins (boy-girl) there was a gap between them and her third child. Then right after the third child, she was pregnant again.

          One of my parents commented about my sister getting pregnant so soon.

          Well I commented that if my brother-in-law made her go bare-foot, we’d have something to worry about. 👿

        • Stephen J.

          Hey, I’ve been barefoot in our kitchen often enough that I have no doubt I would have done so while I was pregnant if I were a woman.

          Given the way my wife’s feet swelled up while she was pregnant, I have absolutely no doubt she did too, and I’m now only annoyed in hindsight that it never occurred to me to remark upon it.

        • For each child I managed a Cliché photo of me barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen. For the first two, I managed to time it to within two days before the kid was born; the last was a few days earlier because I knew I couldn’t guarantee a clean kitchen with the visiting relative who was going to watch the other kids.

        • That’s just awesome. Even more so since you’re here laughing about it. Good stuff, indeed. Barefoot, pregnant, guns on the table (assumed for cleaning purposes), ect… and not worried a bit about it. Now I definitely need to go take my wife out shooting again. Heck, she even suggested it.

      • I’d bet that the dividing line between and not is fairly thin and not far from “early sixties”. My uncle (mother’s brother) was married to a (defintely upper crust) Tidewater belle. HER family had SERVANTS and the children’s training at home included dealing with that fact. How to behave in their presence, etc. Youngest daughter, born in 1959, had a black nanny. By the time I went to live with them in ’61 (to ride out my mother’s divorce and — I assume — the battle over custody of me), they had a black housemaid, who came in 3 days a week. This was in Omaha, where m’uncle was stationed by the USAF (SAC at Offutt). In that sibling heirarchy, I was second youngest, and we were all made to understand that the help didn’t’ have to take any guff from us. M’uncle was a pretty stern disciplinarian. We didn’t offer any guff.

        • SAC will do that to a guy. Been there.

        • I don’t know where the idea that children are allowed to sass the nanny comes from. My siblings and I had nannies as very young kids (Filipino thing) and maids, provided for by my maternal grandmother – and we knew if we misbehaved, they would tell our parents, and there’d be looooots of trouble for us. We were fairly lucky when it came to nannies – they actually cared for us and were quite protective.

    • In my grandparents’ area, it was mostly immigrants– more frequently from your “home” country, but anybody who could get vouched had a foot in the door. If you didn’t have someone to vouch for you, you had to have some pretty hefty credentials. One of my grandmothers was a “companion”—basically, a nanny for when one of the rich ladies* in the area was taking the long, dangerous trip to the nearest big city. She got her foot in the door by being a college-educated court stenographer whose family back in Kansas was fairly well off, and had only quit the job to be a mother.

      Those old ladies from the south that I’ve spoken to, race isn’t what you picked anybody who’d be in the house by either– they had to be someone that was at least as trustworthy as mid-range cousins. One of the ladies was from New Orleans, and after she made a marriage her family disapproved of the only one that kept in contact was the “maid” who took care of the kids.
      (At first period, but eventually, after there were a lot of grandkids and her “horrible” choice of husband became a high ranking pilot, the rest of the family started unofficially keeping in touch as well; in the late 90s, when her grandkids were either in high school or graduated, they were officially in contact again. Yes, it is high drama, and pretty dang cool to listen to, glad I didn’t live it!)

      Looking at those ladies with their maids now– mostly Mexican or first-generation out of Mexico, or the descendants of a maid who was one of those two– they’re more loyal to their maids than they are to their doctors, even the ones that delivered multiple children. The New Orleans lady spends more time with her first maid’s grandkids than with her own grand and great grands, and that maid remembers doing her homework at the lady’s table, and talking with her, far back as she can remember. ❤


      That said, even they didn't have wet-nurses. Only really poor people wouldn’t use the Wonder Of Science that was formula– even enlisted military wives could afford it! The lady who got married just before Korea, in part because her parents kicked her out of the house, who was supporting multiple siblings and her own babies, could afford it on an E-3 Seabee’s pay. (I gather that being able to afford formula for use in public is at least part of why my grandmother accepted a job as a companion. And yes, Firefly fans, that DOES sound very, very strange.)

      Now, it’s possible my sample is tainted, but admitting you didn’t formula feed your kids was a shameful thing for those ladies I’ve spoken to who had kids from about WWII (my grandparents, the Greatest Generation) through the kid being born about the mid-70s, and the “sample” for that one is my (very good, career) nurse aunt who is really really good at justifying what she wants so I’m not sure if it should be thrown out or not, but the Generation Y/Millennial parents were more likely to at least admit to breast feeding, if not do the whole psychotic Leche League BS about it; the “shameful/poor people” thing I’ve picked up for 80s-ish babies was home-made baby food. You know, that’s shameful for parents not to right now… my mom horrified her family by explaining how to use a food processor to feed the kid whatever you were eating that meal any time the subject came up….)

      * On an odd note, at least by the 60s, that lady was a hysterical racist against black people. That it’s the only thing I know about her tells you how unusual that was in rural Oregon at the time, among normal people. She had a screaming mimi and quit a lady’s club in the big city because they allowed a black lady into their facility. From my mom’s memory, said black lady was way better dressed than the rich lady, too, and that must’ve been extreme for my mom to notice, even allowing for poetic license and mom being a small child at the time. 😀

      • I can confirm that, too, about formula being a BIG THING before the mid-70s. I was born in ’64, and my mother told me that back then, Formula was in vogue then as being better than breast milk, so that’s what I got, because who was she to decide the professionals were wrong?

        • Feather Blade

          There was, at one point in the 80s, a boycott against Carnation for attempting to sell formula to poor village women in Third world countries because it was “Better”.

          Nevermind that it would have been an extra expense for people who couldn’t even buy enough food for the adults…

  10. Joe in PNG

    It’s been how long since Tom Wolfe wrote “Radical Chic”? Where he wrote about how the wealthy leftist thought themselves so hip because of their choice of white servants.

  11. “Do these people really imagine they live in a society where there are no wealthy Latins and no whites in service professions?”

    And do these people really think live in a world where wealthy people have ‘staff’ pour them tea? WTF? YOU put tea in a container for me and then bring it over here. If i want more tea, I’ll ask you to leave the pot so I don’t have to keep calling you over every time I’m dry or endure you following me around the house.

    • THIS! If that picture had showed the servant bringing a tray with a teacup and teapot on it, I would have thought that was realistic. But pouring it? That just screams “posed”, e.g. the point of the picture was a message, not capturing a moment. In other words, that picture is to real art what “message fic” is to a real story.

    • Maybe that’s what they imagine it was like with the tea pouring; except… it probably hadn’t been, since Victorian Era England / late 1800s?- and likely the servants were all white.

      “But the Irish don’t count!” /s

      • I wish I could suppress it, but as we are discussing stereo types — of course the Irish count, how else can they keep track of all their children?

        Oh, bad me. Bad, bad me.

      • I have found several of my female ancestors on British census forms living in a household not their theirs with the description “servant”.

        • The American census version is “boarder,” at least from what I’ve found at
          (side note, THANK YOU!!! to whoever shared that– it got me re-connected with the bio-aunt/adoptive sister of the twins I’ve mentioned here before, who is the lady who got the Family Bible which didn’t have anything about my branch of the family after grandma left Kansas, so I was able to set my kids’ godmother on her and distract them both from unpleasant things in current day reality plus make cousin Matt feel better about “only” having his one barely-made-it daughter.)

          • Boarders could be either full on servants, just people who did some work for a reduction in rent, or those who rented a room. You have to look at the occupation column a little further to the right to see for sure. It might also depend on the locale’s sensibilities. Lots of places still listed the servants who lived in house as servants. But I can see some people not reporting it in that way.

        • I wonder if there were families who prided themselves in their being known for personal service. As in, generational employment because they’re good at it…

          • Well, yes. Retainers I believe is the term for one family long in service to another. A symbiotic relationship, so to say.

      • Except the servants didn’t always pour tea, even then. It was brought in and the ladies poured it for the guests according to all the literature of the day.

  12. My last ancestor left Africa over a hundred years ago — a refugee from the British who invented “concentration camps”. Am I demeaning myself by telling ideologues that I am African-American?

    • Not if you wish to. OTOH to label entire groups of people who have been here forever as though they were new and unassimilable immigrants? Yes, it’s demeaning.

    • An acquaintance of mine is “African-American”, and has the naturalization papers to prove it.

      The State Department doesn’t seem to understand that there are not-black people in Africa.

      • It’s not just the State Department that has a hard time with that, sadly.

      • Starts singing “De La Rey”

        (My grandfather served with De L Rey)

      • Peter Grant and Charlise Theron are both African American.
        Charlise is cuter, but I like Peter better.

      • For example, Kim DuToit.

        • I know a DuToit family here in Utah that is also from South Africa. Might even be a Kim DuToit but he is a much older gentleman than the one who blogs.

      • An acquaintance of mine is “African-American”, and has the naturalization papers to prove it.

        Unless you belong to the V. Popoli school of “They never assimilate*”, then, no.

        Your friend is American. He used to be African

        Now my mom is Brasillian-American and has the dual passports to prove it 🙂

        *To be fair to him, They certainly don’t now, for the most part. And there’s always a risk they won’t. Look at the Pennsylvania Deutsche. Who you welcome into your country (and in what numbers) ought to be based on “…and can we live with their UN-assimilated quirks if they never do?” Because the way America works – has worked – but might not any longer is once you’re in you’re one of us.

  13. Guess I’m slow. All I wondered was why the nanny was barefoot. Thought the pictures were stupid. Didn’t raise any kind of emotional reaction at all.

    • I confess to an emotional reaction. It was “OH MY LORD, SO MUCH FSCKING STUPID.”

    • Your failure to produce the emotional reaction elicited is proof of your racist orientation. All right-thinking people must respond with the requisite Hosannas and genuflections lest they be suspected of harboring bad-think. That is how they can spot the non-members of their church.

  14. These pictures did raise an emotional reaction in me–namely, annoyance at the fact that someone thought this was some kind of powerful piece of art and that it would change my life. I mean, it’s a reasonably clever concept, but any thoughts it might provoke are the sorts of thoughts that anyone outside certain bubbles has already had.

  15. They are fixated on status. Specifically social class. Or they think it is social class.

  16. The really DEEPLY racist thing about all these pictures is that they assume that the situation depicted would never happen in reality. Their assumption is that nonwhites-serving-whites is simply the natural order.

    Off-hand, aside from the 40’s-ambience of the decor in the first photo, of COURSE there are rich black women in the modern world. There were in the 1940’s as well: it was just less common.

    There are whites who do manicures and pedicures. I know this because I have seen such shops with mostly-white staff. There are also Oriental women who get them. I know this because I have seen Oriental women with obviously manicured and pedicured nails.

    The row of black dolls situation would be less common, but nowadays so would a row of purely white dolls. This is because sellers want to offer VARIETY.

    It’s hard to see how this fantasy would would be an improvement on reality, which is in any case LESS racist than what they are showing.

    • Where I live, the last picture is the norm. That’s the Taiwanese Masters in Nursing students visiting the Tech school’s cosmetology program.

      What do you mean it’s not?

      It is harder to find darker baby dolls here, but not more than annoying. My girls have a nice variety, and none of them were bought online.
      (American Girls’ Addy technically was a catalog order, but she’s also mine from when I was a girl, and not allowed to my girls yet.) My five year old has a lovely china lady (she thinks she’s a bride, white dress and hat) who is unique for turning up in a thrift store and having exactly my daughter’s skin and hair, right down to curl size.
      Probably there is a collector or ten out there who would burn with jealousy, because Bride Doll is very much not new. She’s a Look-At Doll. But collectors are like that.

      What’s really hard is to find dolls labeled safe for under three.

      • I had boys, but when they were under three, I made a lot of stuffed animals for them, to make sure they were safe!

      • Our family discovered The American Girl Dolls when they first came to market, long before the company was bought by Mattel. Rowland Pleasant appeared at the state home education fair the year they introduced Addy. The Daughter saved half of all the money she received until she could buy Addy. She later got herself the original baby doll, ‘Our New Baby’ with the Japanese head.

    • oh, yeah, I can’t afford it, but all of my hair salon pedicurists and manicurists are BLOND.

      • All the ’30s and ’40’s movies I’ve seen with manicurists, the manicurists were white.

      • Eastern Europeans — Poles, Russians, Ukrainians — and Scandinavians often accept “menial” positions to escape their home cultures.

    • Yes is what bothered me so much about these pictures. The bigoted, racist assumption that the natural order was for whites to be waited on and never will the white person be the servant. Only a racist thinks that way so only a racist would find the picture profound.

    • THIS.
      Also, hi Jordan! Long time no see! (virtually)

    • There are whites who do manicures and pedicures. I know this because I have seen such shops with mostly-white staff.

      One of my cousins-by-marriage does this to support herself and her children.

      She’s almost pure blood Italian, by the way– but her husband, they’d tag as “Black.” (I have no idea what he identifies as, never spoken to the man and only know the lady by her facebook, but she does really good work.)

      One of my cousins does basically a house-call manicure business. No idea if she’d be able to support herself or not, but she’s in an elaborate situation where basically she’s her mother’s keeper, but her mother can earn a living. Just can’t take care of herself….

      It’s kind of like looking around Seattle and declaring there’s a cliche about only Christians running Teriyaki places. It’s true, like 90% of the places are rather overtly Christian– have Air1 as the ambient sound, quiet crosses, the cool Asian writing is the Lord’s Prayer, etc.
      That’s because they’re owned by people who fled for their lives because they’re Christians, take relatively little start-up capital, and are very successful if you work like a fiend.

    • The row of black dolls situation would be less common, but nowadays so would a row of purely white dolls.

      I know when I was a kid it was hard finding a doll that matched my skin– I took after my dad’s Scottish ancestors, I’m either burnt to a painful looking red or pale brown pokadots on white. (“Burn then tan,” my pale tail!) The color that use to be “flesh,” “peach,” in crayons, is WAY too dark for me.

      I know when we went someplace that had more than one or two dolls, there were always dolls that looked “black”, but until the Frozen dolls came out there weren’t any that looked much like me. Hey, if my hair goes fully white, I’ll have the Elsa doll!

      • I also know I don’t give a wasp-free fig about either. My girls’ favorite dolls are, respectively: Pikachu, Leo the Ninja Turtle, and “whatever is the largest stuffed animal.”

        Princess is not prone to throwing lightning bolts or using Iron Tail, Duchess is not allowed near anything but a butterknife, and the Empress of Unimpressed is smaller and less fluffy than anything she gloms on to. (Current favorite: a three foot tall pikachu she will drag from room to room. Prior: a three foot long Seaworld orca. Bright pink.)

        • Feather Blade

          They have good taste.

          Leo is best Ninja Turtle.

          (He was my favorite, growing up. Each of my siblings had their favorite turtles as well. Fortunately none of our favorites overlapped. The really amusing thing is that our personalities are fairly similar to our favorites as well….)

    • If the doll-making company is smart, then a display like the one above might be found in, say, Atlanta, since the image is clearly only a part of the overall display, so there could be a homogeneous section that size. But not likely the entire doll area.

  17. > dolls

    If they feel “empowered” by black dolls, their heads would explode from privilege if they walked into a church with black saints or a black Jesus.

    • I once went to a mass in Zulu. I swear.

    • Is that a bug or a feature?

    • Re-doing Jesus as a black guy has been a “thing” since the early 90s, at least.

      I hate it as racism.

      Note, if any art of Jesus as a “normal person” from areas that are “black” was created and managed to survive centuries of Islam, I flatly don’t care, any more than I object to the Virgin tending to appear looking like whatever the local version of “very important virgin and mother” is– what bugs me is the openly, objectively racist motivation of trying to form Jesus into their own image.
      It’s like that couple that died for lying to the early Church– it wasn’t that they hadn’t given everything they had to the Church, it’s that they wanted to have whatever from everyone thinking they had, but also have the benefit of what they kept.

      Forming an image of Christ as “human” is normal; reforming the image of Christ as “like me, not like all of THOSE humans” is an issue.

  18. > Latina

    [looks at the women] Not seeing any obvious “Latina” about either one.

    [looks at the dog] The dog is the Latina? With one servant pouring the coffee and another to hold the cup? Frankly the dog doesn’t look particularly Latina either.

    • “The dog is the Latina? With one servant pouring the coffee and another to hold the cup? Frankly the dog doesn’t look particularly Latina either.”

      But in this case, how is it turning stereotypes on their heads? It is the natural order of things for humans to wait on Yorkshire terriers.

      • Frankly the dog doesn’t look particularly Latina either.

        The dogs looks alert and impatient.

        • “What is wrong with you, human! I specifically asked for six beef-flavored milk bones BEFORE my tea. Get those now!!!”

    • Feather Blade

      What gets me is the way she’s holding the teapot.

      It’s ceramic. Ceramic has approximately no tensile strength. A teapot that large, filled with liquid, will break off at the handle if you don’t support it from below while you pour it. (Ask me how I know!)

      The way she’s holding it is only appropriate for a metal teapot.

      • Eh, looks like the introduction to a fetish video, just before the white chick spills the tea, which would then be followed by the seated woman (whatever she is) grabbing the riding crop and bending the other one over the back of the couch.

      • “A teapot that large, filled with liquid, will break off at the handle if you don’t support it from below while you pour it. (Ask me how I know!)”

        Somebody clearly didn’t design it right, then. My ceramics professor would be appalled. (Teapots are considered the most difficult standard ceramic form for a reason.)

  19. Agree that the nail salon thing isn’t oppression; it’s self-sufficientcy. Second, as far as why it’s an Asian thing, actress Tippi Hedron had her manicurist teach a class to some refugees, Vietnamese refugees in the middle ’70:

    • Oops, that should be “Hedren.”

    • Of the nail salons in my town 2 or run by Asians and 2 by Caucasians. So yes I find the picture just normal.

      • We have a *ridiculous* number of nail salons in my town. I know of at least six storefronts. That seems excessive for 30,000 people.

        • That’s one of the things I use to demonstrate that regardless of how you measure it, the nation really is wealthier then it was in the 1960s. There were no nail salons in the ’60s. Nails were done at a beauty salon, if at all. (Remember Madge and the dishwasher soap commercial?) The normal average women didn’t have her nails done by someone else.

          Today, every minimum wage cashier has her nails done on a regular basis.

    • thephantom182

      Around here the nail salons are often full of Russians.Romanians, so seeing a bunch of Chinese ladies in the chairs and white ladies working is: “must be Tuesday.”

  20. My first thought, seeing the pictures on Facebook, and something about role reversal, was that somehow they were redone images of famous paintings, with woman instead of men. The fact that I couldn’t immediately place the original didn’t really matter.

  21. First one, someone read “The Handmaid’s Tale” and thought the stuff came from somewhere but Atwood’s addled mind (sorry, Gilead is New England? center of Christian Fundamentalist dictatorship is Cambridge, Massachusetts?) Second, I don’t know, I would assume it’s a foot washing ceremony at a Southern church. Foot washin’s a big thing at some Baptist churches, for that matter, the Pope does it occasionally.

    • “Gilead is New England? center of Christian Fundamentalist dictatorship is Cambridge, Massachusetts?”

      Reminds me of the Law and Order episodes where the prosecutors are concerned with the power of the conservative Christians and worry that they will manage to get abortion clinic bombers off…in New York City.

    • Feather Blade

      Yes! “Is this a screencap from The Handmaid’s Tale?” was my first thought too.

      …but she didn’t have a red dress on and would a Wife actually be permitted to wear a dress the wasn’t blue, and….

  22. Lily white rich kids growing up with dark-skinned nannies is very much a Northern thing, too. Fits in perfectly with what JB wrote

    ” Their assumption is that nonwhites-serving-whites is simply the natural order.”

    No, they’re not racist at all.

    My own reaction to these photographs was a little different. Along the lines of ‘oh, they’re transgressing again. *yawn*’. Rather juvenile “art form”… You have surprisingly provincial people take their projections of what they assume are universal prejudices, and invert them, creating edgy brilliance. If done right, you make a lot of money and surprisingly provincial juvenile people – who think of themselves as the enlightened right-thinking elite – get a new favorite Broadway musical.

  23. thephantom182

    Sarah, you are right. When I looked at the pictures, I saw people working. Except the breast feeding one, that’s porn.

    What is profound here is how messed the inside of this guy’s head is. Does he think no white women work in nail salons, as waitresses or as hairdressers? Really? Where does this clown live?

    And what’s with the breastfeeding pic? There’s a whole world of fruitcake racist going on there.

    More and more, I come to to the conclusion that these Lefties are depraved perverts.

  24. First reaction “Is this a screen capture from a soap opera from Brazil?”

    This woman obviously trusts her maid, she isn’t paying the least attention to the pouring of her tea.

    My first reaction was — so a high powered woman likes to dress her help in a 1930s outfit? But what is with the white gloves? We are inside. Oh, this picture is in fact a ringer — the woman is serving as a butler!

    * She is largely well dressed, but only in soaps and movies would people outside of the fashion or entertainment worlds be seen wearing the classic sheath with those shoes or that hair in the afternoon.

  25. Polliwog the 'Ette

    It’s a little scary that Marxists have managed to make working for a living (and manual labor especially) seem like a bad thing.

    As for slavery (my job is running a yarn shop to provide funds to fight human trafficking), yes some salon women are slaves but the dirty secret is that they are trafficked by others of their own ethnicity. Yes there have been recent African slaves, enslaved by African diplomats to DC. It’s a culture issue and until it is addressed there will always be problems.

    • BlondEngineer

      Did you say ‘yarn’, as in my current drug of choice? Do you have a website?

      • Polliwog the 'Ette

        Yes, Right now our selection is mostly of finished items from handspun and items from a couple of Fair Trade shops that either actively help prevent trafficking or offer services to those who are working to be free of the long-term effects of trafficking.

  26. I also want to point out someone at Puffington Host called these pictures profound and they weren’t mobbed by people asking them what they were smoking, ingesting or snorting.

    Take heart– the folks who are more likely to have that reaction are also less likely to form mobs and more likely to give it the Crazy Uncle reaction– “*sigh*, there they go again….”

  27. Your title reminded me of what my mama told me about a small town doctors office in 1960s GA. New mothers would come in for their postpartum exam, and would leave their babies in the care of actual, real life wet nurses in a separate room. Those ladies were black, but they were also paid 🙂
    It was hard to find white wet nurses, because of the massive pro-formula marketing campaign targeting white mamas. The La Leche League is still trying to reverse that – formula was essentially expensive reconstituted powdered milk with molasses and some other various sugars that mothers had to mix on the stove, but it was marketed as so much healthier and more scientific and classier than nursing like the poorer lower classes like Irish and blacks and all did.
    Meanwhile, in the segregated South, white babies drank black women’s milk and those ladies got paid, while their mamas were either paying for garbage formula or nursing their babies in secret because they didn’t want to be seen as low-class.
    So yeah, wet nurses in living memory, and yeah, racial component to who nursed and who didn’t, but I don’t think these facts add up to quite what the picture is trying to say. Also, that baby’s going to poop on somebody. XP

    • You know, I’ve raised two men. the poop thing is a real concern. I SWEAR older son when that young, pooped on command, for the drama, because he was bored. YOU NEVER put him on your lap without a diaper, not even to dry when wet.
      Okay on the 1960s, again, living memory JUST barely. I was born in the sixties, my mom is eighty three. Memory… is debatable.

      • I’ve been told that my grandmother did and then told that she did not wet nurse a rich lady’s oldest child because the woman was sick or something. She was white, but not exactly rich (okay, maybe barely not poor). My surviving relatives don’t have reliable memories (except maybe one of my great-aunts); hmm, there’s a thought.

        I was later in the same private school with that child’s younger siblings; it was a very good school and not as expensive as it now.

      • So you’re about the age of my older set of siblings – but then, my mama got married *very* young and had them, then had my brother and me quite late after she got out of that disaster.
        I’m wondering if the woman in the pic is practically naked because the baby has been having a pooptastrophe day and that’s all that’s left that’s clean… In which case they should not be in the room with white carpet.

      • Okay on the 1960s, again, living memory JUST barely. I was born in the sixties, my mom is eighty three. Memory… is debatable.

        I’ve used the line that I was around in the 1960’s and don’t remember a thing, which might be the best proof that I was there. };o)

      • Tip for mothers who want the kids to air dry a bit:

        Get an very fluffy bath mat. One of those inch-plus-thick ones, not counting the fluff, that isn’t one of the dish drying type things.

        Yes, the baby will pee on it– but it won’t hit the floor, and you just throw it in the wash anyways, and they don’t get diaper rash as bad. Plus it seems to make it easier for the kid to roll around.

        Local costco has one of the plushest mats I’ve seen for eight bucks, right now. 😀

    • Actually, we got formula. Family story is I couldn’t tolerate the regular formula, and had to have sobee. Am told the doctor was most impressed with my blood work, and used that as an argument for sobee over conventional formula.

      Consider the implications of this: regular formula was so prevalent when I was born that the argument was over the type of formula, not formula vs breastfeeding.

  28. Somehow I’m reminded of Marilyn Hacker’s poem “Cultural Exchanges,” about norteamericana feminist visitors to a prosperous Mexican household where both the Doña and the empleada are “Hispanic,” and really confusing the empleada. (It’s my favorite in Going Back to the River, partly because it’s a sestina.)

    (She could have explained
    the courtesies owed to an
    They were sloppier than her brother’s friends!)

  29. On looking at the pictures my head began a riff on a Boomtown rats song —

    La-la-la-la-la (four times)
    These – so 20th century
    These – so 1970s
    These know the right things to say
    These know the right things to wear
    ’cause they’re an enlightened shoot, oh yeah.
    An enlightened shoot yeah, ga-ga-ga-ga-ga,
    An enlightened shoot, oh yeah.

    This is old school, nothing new, it is rather trite. This work is, well, soooo 1970s.

    • Well, it was done by Oprah– the 70s is when she came of age, when her world view was formed.

      It’s literally rebelling against stuff that’s been gone for about half a century.

  30. My grandfather was in fact born in the South and wet nursed by a black woman, right alongside her son Sam. Mind you this was 1905, so not exactly living memory (my family tend to reproduce well, but start late). There were still sharecroppers on the family land until the mid 1980s, but they were all white, so clearly Fig Newtons of my imagination.

    • My earliest memories of place was a suburb on one of the train lines just outside of Philadelphia city limits. The neighborhood was white, those who had help, that help was black.

      It was the early 1960s that my family decided we could finally manage a ‘proper’ vacation. We first traveled to Ocracoke Island, then across North Carolina, up to Mt. Mitchell and, by the Blue Ridge Parkway, to Cherokee.

      It was on this trip that I encountered segregated water fountains — something that would be gone by the time I once again visited the state. In the tobacco lands of the sand hills of North Carolina that I first saw sharecroppers. I have never forgotten the image, little wooden houses, the paint mostly worn off, up on stacks of rocks sitting in swept dirt yards. In the yards, along with chickens, there were the children with hardly any clothing on playing. One girl, just a bit younger than I, was wearing nothing but a much worn man’s shirt as a dress. These people were all white.

      The Daughter got to see the Cherokee I first knew, before they got the casino and started investing the money in their community. But otherwise everything had changed a great deal in the intervening years.

      It seems the Marxists and progressives don’t wish to recognize change unless they control it and can take credit for it.

      • I was born in the early 70s, so the segregated water fountains were gone, but not much else changed in the Appalachian South through at least the mid 80s when we moved to away. Hell, ain’t some of it changed much now. I still knew people without indoor plumbing, although the sharecropper’s house on my grandparents farm had it. and their daughter was generally clothed and eventually able to go away to nursing school in Lynchburg in about ’78. That was in the same tobacco country you are talking about, just across the line in Virginia.

        We used to camp in the Smokies when I was a teenager, and I loved those trips to Cherokee to see play Tic Tc Toe with the chickens, I suspect life is a lot more comfortable there now, but some of the charm has worn off for me with the Casino and the slicker way of separating the tourist from his hard-earned cash.

        Maybe the next set of photos should have white folks running casinos while Indians gamble. That would be at least as profound as any of this twaddle, never mind that the casino industry has raise huge swaths of the indigenous population out of poverty in ways government (both federal and tribal) never could.

      • You’ll still see the segregated fountains and bathrooms along the Interstate Highway System in the South. That’s why there are two men’s rooms and two for the ladies. You’ll also see older schools and buildings with facilities at each end of a long hall; that wasn’t for the convenience of the tenants.

        If the Libs get their way, at least all we’ll have to do is put the appropriate signs back up. The rest of the country will probably have to settle for white and black unisex bathrooms, because safe spaces will be mandatory, and the sexually segregated bathrooms are aggressions of the patriarchy and should be banned anyway…

        • Thanks to the recent enlightened policies endorsed by the prior administration we will not require four bathrooms to achieve this goal, as separate male & female potties will be verboten.

        • This. We weren’t upscale enough to have four bathrooms at places. At most you had two unisex. Yes, I remember the “White” and “Colored” signs on restrooms and water fountains. Also remember when the waiting rooms in the doctor’s offices were segregated, and segregated movie theaters; the balconies were “reserved” for blacks and were called “N***** Heaven.” Restaurants were segregated, but fast-food places weren’t, maybe because they were still dine-in-your-car affairs.

          While churches had separated black and white congregations, they were not segregated. At least, those in our neck of the woods weren’t. The division started prior to the Civil War out of a desire for self-determination, and accelerated afterward. My father had attended a CME church on occasion, and we had blacks come to our church on occasion.

          This had me questioning segregation. When I asked why blacks could come to the same church, I was told that all were equal in the eyes of G_d. That had me asking to myself that if all were equal before G_d, why did segregation exist?

          Decades later I would observe in a “moderate” church something I had never observed in our rural ones: I was a pallbearer and observed blacks restricted to the back of the church. I have never observed such before. And that was long after segregation ended..

          Something should be said about the supper club phenomenon. In the 1960s, restaurants became required to serve both black and white (and this is how one Lester Maddox rose to fame). Thus came about the supper clubs, where service was restricted to members only. To be a member you only had to be white. You’d ring a buzzer and someone would check you out through a little window in the door, just like an old time speakeasy, and if you were the “right” hue, you were let inside. That eventually faded away.

    • Fig Newton? Is that like an Oreo in reverse?

  31. “…race is a thorny issue in our culture, and tensions are on the rise. So let’s do our part to get an honest, compassionate conversation going…”

    They are ignoring the fact that we have been having a conversation, though granted frequently less than honest (race hustlers gotta make a living, after all), for most of the nation’s existence. We even fought a war that was partly about race, with horrible casualties on both sides.

    Many stereotypes have a nugget of truth at their basis, though much of the time it is due to misinterpretation, frequently culturally based. Many people called “barbarians” by the Greeks and Romans had manners that were, by their own standards, exquisite, but they were unfamiliar to the Greeks or Romans and were therefore inferior. And rural Southerners were stereotyped as lazy, because they were frequently seen lolling on their front porches in the heat of the day to avoid heatstroke; the introduction of electricity and air conditioning changed that, but the stereotype persisted.

    • “Mad dogs and Englishmen…”

      • Oh my, thank you. I do like me some Noel Coward.

        Wanders off singing to self, ‘Poor Uncle Harry, wanted to be a missionary…”

    • And rural Southerners were stereotyped as lazy, because they were frequently seen lolling on their front porches in the heat of the day to avoid heatstroke;

      This was the stereotype that the Spaniards had of the Filipinos…because back in the oooooold days, Filipino farmers got up long before dawn to start work, stopped around 10 am, did quiet stuff, ate or napped until after 3 pm, resumed work until mealtime. And yep, it was also done to avoid the hottest part of the day.

      • It wasn’t called siesta, but we used to break on hot summer days for a few hours. But we also started work at dawn and ended about dark.

        Now, in construction, we were more uptown, and had just an hour for lunch and worked through the heat. ;-).

      • Chrismouse

        I find that particularly amusing because the Spanish concepts of “manana” and “siesta” drive Americans in Spain absolutely *bugnuts*. I wonder if they came up with the concept themselves, or noted a good idea when they saw it in the Phillipines.

  32. It appears that the Greek concept of a barbaros originally was inspired by the highly sophisticated and courtly Persians.

    • Well, they couldn’t speak Greek; if you couldn’t speak Greek, you were a barbarian, by definition.

    • Keep in mind that the Greeks considered all cultures who didn’t know how to grow wine grapes and make wine to be barbarians. That was the test for if a culture was barbarian or not. If the culture knew how to grow wine grapes and make wine.

      Heh. Not even if the cuture knew what to do with wine, just if they grew it or not. Not consideration being given to the fact that the local climate might not support growing wine grapes.

      • Feather Blade

        And here I thought that the difference between barbarians and civilized men was that barbarians wore trousers

        • Barbarians are people who don’t speak Greek. Instead they just go bar bar bar bar. It’s kind of like the Slavic word for Germans deriving from the Slavic word for “mutes” (I first knew about this as part of Russian culture, but a while back I had to edit a book with many Polish works in the bibliography, and I saw a lot of the Polish word for “German”).

          • I think the ‘bar bar bar’ thing is a misconception. The Greek word for ‘foreigner’ is ‘keltoi’- or something very similar because there was no standard spelling back then- and it’s probably the origin of the Celts, who were spreading across Europe at the time the Greeks were starting to get themselves written into the history books. ‘Barbarian’ probably comes from Latin ‘barberi’ which means ‘bearded’. Roman men were clean shaven and thought anyone who wore a beard was hopelessly uncivilized.

            Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

            • Ah, no. Checking Liddell and Scott (a standard Greek-English lexicon, one of whose two authors was the father of Carroll’s Alice, by the way), I find

              barbaros, on, barbarous, i.e. not Greek, foreign, known to Hom., as appears from the word barbarophonos in Il: — as Subst. barbaros, originally all that were not Greeks, specially the Medes and Persians, Hdt., Att. . . . after the Persian war the word took the sense of outlandish . . . [I use bold type to indicate words in Greek letters, which I have transliterated, but omitted the accents]

              Herodotus preceded contact with the Romans, and Homer certainly did! And barbarophonos means “sounding like a furriner,” pretty clearly.

  33. “A good $SPECIES is never a bad color.”

    Usually it’s equestrian types commenting on horses, but it applies all over it seems. And, of course, likewise.. jerks come in all colors.

    Judging someone by their color is a.. chromatic aberration.

  34. The closest direct indicator of anything I’ve directly experience was that, when working at a “convenience store” (cigarette stand disguised as a gas station is what that term generally means) was that those “of color” would call me “sir” though I was was the one serving them. I suspect it was taught behavior of “politeness means survival” rather than simply the right/nice way to behave. Of course, someone else might suggest that that thought is itself racist.. yada-yada (zhing zhing zhing….)

    • Nope. It’s taught politeness. If you’re a strange gent (or gent-equivalent) you get “sir” -ed. It’s the proper American substitute for Mr. (Name).

      What made America great, an astonishment and a joy to behold is that the guy who’s your boss when you’re serving him at the convenience store, becomes **your** servant when you get off work and go to the joint where he’s a waiter.

  35. Is it just me or could the first image just be turned and say that minorities need white women to care for their children. So many of these mindsets seem to attach to the soft bigotry of low expectations just as easily as oppression/oppressed stories.

    And none of these are shocking. Yeah, the Asian nail salon is a stereotype as are the Hispanic maid (former because they can get into and some ethnic compatriotism, latter because they are cheaper and more abusable) but it’s not like it’s untrue. But you still see white salon personnel and white waiters and busboys which are no more high station.

  36. It’s amazing how much concern there is about dual-channel recording of mechanically produced text production, really it is.

  37. People who think in terms of stereotypes are somewhat silly. I prefer to think in statistical means.

  38. So, the PuffHo&O combo, eh?
    You are surprised that PuffHo readers accepted this uncritically?

    • I do not wish to contemplate the devastation should the PuffHo’s go critical… though I do admit that the show from a distance (perhaps interplanetary) would be a grand sight indeed.

  39. freddiemacblog

    Thought the first picture was an outtake of Handmaid’s Tale, which I’ve done my best to forget since being forced to read it in college.

    • thephantom182

      That one is from The Handmaid’s Tail, the pr0nz version. Probably a better production. ~:D

  40. Quite a few of the nail salons in my area appear to be owned by Asians. I have never thought of it as a negative stereotype though. They are people, and they own businesses. OH!!! maybe THAT’s why the Left is so against it! Imagine people owning businesses! SHOCKING! Somebody should tell them that they didn’t build that!

    • They’re improving themselves by their own effort, not by getting handouts from their betters. What right minded person could approve of that?

      • Nail salons constitute a type of business which can be operated with minimal cash investment and which provides a significant cash flow. Locally I have observed many Asian immigrants buying a commercial property, subletting portions of it and financing the paper through exactly such cash cows as nail salons (a restaurant has the advantage of feeding the operators’ family) while amassing a major real estate portfolio.

        Such economic strategies are apparently beyond the comprehension of SJWs. (No, a comprehensive list of things beyond the comprehension of SJWs would probably exceed the limits of the internet. One would not only have to list the things they do not know but also the things they know that simply are not so.)

        • My sister-in-law isn’t an American. She’d watched a bunch of American TV, and had lived on US military bases around the world, and had lived stateside for maybe five years when my brother bought some land. Apparently she’d never realized that Americans can *own* land, as opposed to where she was from, there the usual system was a long-term lease. (I don’t know if outright ownership was impossible, or just so rare as to be improbable.)

          She was gobsmacked. I think she slept with the deed under her pillow for a few weeks before my brother persuaded her to put it in the safe deposit box.

          Every now and then she’d run into some weird American thing that no amount of Hollywood had prepared her for…

        • The one that’s popular in Seattle (blob) is the guys who open Teriyaki Places, get them going, and then sell the business– you can literally trace this on Yelp by “they changed management now it sucks” type reviews, and if you dig around you can find where the guy is building a new business.

          I’m a little iffy on what I think of the practice, and was loyal to our one, awesome place….but with their gyoza, there wasn’t really a question of changing anyways.

      • Bingo! We have a winner!

        They are escaping being poor all on their own without the liberals lifting the poor benighted simple others up. HOW DARE THEY!

    • In the area where I grew up, it was Koreans and grocery stores. Compared with other small grocery stores, the Korean ones stayed open longer hours and had better selection, especially (somehow) of produce.

      • The sad thing is that the local population where you found the Korean run stores thought of themselves as to good to run such stores so the incoming Korean immigrants opened the stores and then in the 90’s it was arabic folk doing the same in the same place for the same reasons.


        And I’m certain that the Korean owner and the arabic owner are seen as victims.

        • Whether you work for your wealth or whether your wealth works for you has long been a basic class distinction. Dirtying one’s hands with “trade” was simply too déclassé for the eloi.

        • Many of them *were* victims during the LA riots. Not in the way the progs mean, of course…..
          (Actually, a lot of them armed themselves because they refused to be victims.)

        • snelson134

          Actually, in those neighborhoods, they’re usually seen as oppressors who deserve to be robbed and are raaaaacist for complaining.

      • Going off of my (much missed) store back in the Seattle Blob, it’s because if you did not have good produce at a good price (needing to sort through for the good stuff is OK), and the option of buying huge chunks of good quality meat, you can’t hold your head up in society and none of your neighbors will shop at your store.

        The one thing that’s driving me nuts about shopping in El Paso is that none of the stores have meat markets worth a sneeze. The best place to shop for raw meat and produce? Albertson’s. *gobsmacked* All the places that are the same “style” of shopping as my other stores have expensive raw meat– and ginormous delis with lots of cooked meat of Mexican (I assume, don’t recognize most of the names) recipes.

    • The only time I’ve seen it portrayed negatively was when my wasted aunt started loudly playing a bunch of tasteless YouTube videos about it on her phone in a Chinese restaurant (she’s not allowed to have hard liquors in public anymore). Maybe our sheltered little SJW friends have only seen it on TV, and just assumed that’s how it is in real life? Or maybe the hard left leaning Universities have a meningeal worm infestation that hasn’t been discovered yet. Whatever works.

  41. Oh, one other thing.

    Many years ago, in my group of friends was a couple women who were best friends, who also happened to get pregnant and have babies a few weeks apart. They took turns watching each other’s babies (like people do). Early on, one of them got distracted and, holding a crying baby, did what came natural only to realize she was nursing the OTHER one’s baby. Once they got over the initial “well that’s weird” they decided it was no big deal and after that it was common to find one or the other nursing whatever baby was at hand. Often both at once.

    I told my second wife about it once when one of ours was a baby… The very idea freaked her out and she nearly puked. Go figure.

    • I’d have loved to be a wet-nurse, if only so that the milk I made wouldn’t have gone to waste after the stilborn son, then the son who passed away from SIDs. I tried to find milk donation in my area, but no, apparently no such thing in Australia. I wet nursed some preemies when I was back in the Philippines though, when I was much younger. Also donated milk. Both the older children were share-nursed by a neighbor, who hoped I didn’t mind (she would nurse her then youngest kidlet and mine, who’d be playing with them, would want nursing too… I was either in college or at work at that time.) I didn’t mind as long as she didn’t.

      • Feather Blade

        When I was much younger, I think I remember my mother and (presumably) other women in the church contributing their milk to another church woman who for some reason couldn’t nurse, and whose baby was terribly sick.

        I can’t say I’ve heard of such things being done since, but I’ve never been anywhere near the nursing cohort.

        • A friend of mine back in PH supports milk donation. She donates her extra breast milk to hospitals. It’s a bit more of a thing now, and she donates it frozen.

          Back in Townsville, they used to have to throw it away, even though there were babies in the NICU who could’ve really, really used it. Made me sad.

          • I waaaaay over-produce– two or three times as much as my kids can eat– but can’t donate.

            In our area, they won’t allow you to donate if you take supplements, pain killers, drink a glass of wine, nothing.

            I’ve already had broken bones, usually am fighting anemia, and don’t even start on the B complex issues– I really need supplements, even if I usually am not using any kind of pain killer.

            Kind of like the eternal “crisis” of “kittens” at pet shelters– and you go in, and the “kittens” are fully adult cats less than two years old, which they won’t allow anyone to adopt before nine months of age.


            • … 9 months is enough time for a cat to reach young adulthood, isn’t it? They wouldn’t be kittens any more even then.

              Sounds like you make as much milk as I do once I start getting on with it. The kiddos would nurse a lot too and I bet I could have let them nurse until they were 3 or 4.

            • If you take supplements? Aren’t the current health recommendations to nursing mothers to stay on folic acid and calcium minimum?

              The one here just puts limits on alcohol consumption and asks you to consult about medications. I’ve never done enough pumping to get up to the 100 oz. minimum first donation though.

              • Yeah. I specifically asked something like “Even Tums?” and got the song and dance about how if you eat properly you can get everything you need from food.

                I didn’t respond that yes, I could, if I didn’t mind looking like a walrus.

                • Ah, there they are, having my eyes roll away can be so dizzying.

                  The one here is much more reasonable but you’d have to ship it cross-country and yeahhhhhh….

            • Feather Blade

              the “kittens” are fully adult cats less than two years old, which they won’t allow anyone to adopt before nine months of age.

              Sounds like a good way to get a whole bunch of poorly-socialized, half-feral, fully-unadoptable cats,.

      • I lost my third daughter to SIDS nearly ten years ago.

        Still can’t drive past the graveyard without crying like a big stupid baby.

        • I miss the boys; I suspect I’ll miss them for the rest of my life. The tears aren’t as frequent but the depression is smothering. But I had good memories.


        • Both of you, my condolences for what they’re worth.

          I get choked up when anything reminds me of the time my oldest fell down a flight of stairs. He was 2. No serious damage.

          • I was on the phone with the godmother’s parish Priest– who was from deep Africa, and very pissy about my aunt not providing all services free to the Parish just because she’s Catholic– when my eldest went down the stairs.

            The phrase “Oh dear God in Heaven” was screamed. With feeling. Followed immediately by, “sorry, Father, I need to go, she just went down a flight of stairs” and hanging up before he could say anything to me. 😀

            ….she didn’t get certified to be a Godmother until they got a new Priest in. One who laughed about the praying-est prayer I ever prayed….

          • I keep losing track of how old the girl I miscarried would be. I think of her, but since I never met her, I lose track of years. I miscarried while Jim Baen was dying. So she’d be 10. Just on the verge of tits and zits. I wish I were in the time line where she’s exasperating me right now…

            • Our little boy would be 5 1/2 now. Because we did successfully have another baby afterwards, there is this nicely defined 4 year gap between living children that helps me remember precisely where he would be fitting. And I’ve got a cousin or two who were pregnant at the same time I was, so I have photographic reminders of where he should be in terms of development, clothing sizes, etc. I recently cried a bit when I heard somebody talk about “You’re the parents of 5 kids, you can do (x, y, z)”.

              • Second son, Damien, would’ve been 5 too; Brandon, two and some months. My eldest is turning 18 and eldest son is 10. If we have any more children, there’s going to be a huge generational gap, which is part of the reason why I’d like to try for two more. I try not to cry too much these days – but I do sometimes wake in the morning with this instinctive listening for little boy voices.

                I find it’s more awkward for me these days to answer the question ‘how many children’ve you got?’ I find ‘four’ on my lips, but say ‘two, a girl and a boy’ instead.

              • When I used to take my two younger daughters to the park, it seemed they would always find a little girl about half way between them in age to play with (Just where Aria would have been). Sometimes the kid would look so much like I imagined that Aria would have looked (she was a little strawberry blonde like her grandma).

                It doesn’t happen so much anymore because they tend to go different directions at the park now days. The older of the two is almost a TEENAGER! (I so need a bigger shotgun… just sayin)

                • “The older of the two is almost a TEENAGER! (I so need a bigger shotgun… just sayin)”

                  Nah. Just teach her to shoot.

                  • Faith, there’s a solution!

                    I always maintained there would be no “daddy on the porch with a shotgun” moments for Daughtorial Unit — any suitors were on their own.

                • kenashimame

                  I eschew the shotgun for a hand-and-a-half sword. Morons who think they’re immortal against firearms take a step back when faced with 48″ of sharpened steel.

                  • My uncles taught all the kids how to look like we knew what we were doing with a knife, and be effective with a pen-as-a-stabbing-weapon, because it freaks people out much more effectively than a bad kung-fu pose. 😀

            • She’d be ’round the same age as my eldest son then.

          • I think I’d have a heart attack if any of the babies went down a flight of stairs. O_O Fortunately, the two that made it to crawling stage had a sense of survival built in. The eldest was coaxed to try the ‘crawl backward’ technique, but she wasn’t tall enough yet, so she learned to craw up the stairs, to go back to our room to nap whenever she wanted, and to crawl to the top of the stairs and yell for Mama when she wanted down. Eldest son was just that bit bigger when he started crawling, so he could go up and down whenever he wanted. His problem was our bed and the fact that he was a wiggler – he would crawl over the top of me in his sleep, and then roll out of the bed. I eventually padded the floor with extra pillows. He would crawl through the house in the dark, to climb in with my mother and fall asleep in her bed. She’d wake and realize he was there when she’d feel the bed had gotten a LOT hotter – he inherited his dad’s ‘little space heater’ gene.

            • As a ‘[not so] little space heater’ I used to be worth two, two-and-a-half dogs on a cold night — then we got my blood sugar under control and Beloved Spouse can hug without fear of scorching.

              • The boyo had to be perusaded to wear long pants at home versus shorts. It’s winter for Aus. I’ll let his not wanting to use a sweater at home slide for the moment. He dresses up in weather appropriate clothes though to go to school in.

                • I wonder if it is a boy thing. I have met more than one young man who would wear shorts year round. Now for most of the year our weather is not so bad, but we DO have winter here.

                  • I can be bundled up but the guys are in shirts and track pants. But I am also much smaller and chill easily, so I haven’t got a good reference point on if its a physiological difference, hehe. ^^;

                    • My personal experience is that women, on average, are more susceptible to cold than men. Or at least make their sensitivity to it known more commonly. When working in an office, I’ve frequently heard women complain that it is too cold, to the extent that they wear sweaters and even half-gloves to protect them from the cold, while the men generally wear short sleeves and may even complain that it is too hot.

                      I cannot use my own personal experiences with temperature in the data set, however, because I am weird. When the air is not moving much, I can easily stand temperatures down in the low 40s (F) with no more than short sleeves and even short pants, but when there is a breeze, it moves my cold tolerance sharply upward, to the point that it only takes a wind of maybe 6 or 8 mph to cause 70F to feel chilly to me.

                    • And yet we never see men ice skating so scantily dressed:

                      Of course, there is the issue of men’s danglies shrinking in the cold while women’s nipples erect.

                    • Two possibilities without evidence come to mind:

                      One: people of roughly even physical fitness and thinness will have higher muscle if they’re male; muscle burns calories even if it’s not used, and that makes heat.

                      Two: women’s interior temp changes based on where they are in their hormone cycle. It spikes at the end of her fertile window and then holds steady and high until her cycle starts, then stays low until ovulation happens. That would make for “normal” temps being just fine at one point, but way too cold at others.

                • kenashimame

                  No. 2 Son thinks leather jackets are appropriate wear, in Tucson, in July.

            • Kids bounce, generally, thank goodness.

              An acquaintance’s daughter was about 4 when she tumbled down the stairs at our house (four houses ago). Her mother and my wife were at the top of the stairs when it happened. I was at the bottom. I heard her start down, and saw (and heard) her hit the entryway tiles at the bottom. I paused just a moment as she sat up, wanting to see what she might do, as that would tell me how and where she might actually be hurt.
              In the moment after she sat up, the look on her face was “dang, that hurt! I might, maybe, even cry a little.”
              Then her mother realized what had happened. And SCREAMED, flying down the stairs after her child. It was only after her mother screamed that the little girl decided she must really be hurt after all, and began balling. (The mother continued screaming after she wrapped her arms around the child.)
              Though it was pretty obvious the girl was mostly unhurt, I wasn’t about to step into that emotional maelstrom and insist that was the case. I merely mentioned it, then let her take the girl to the emergency room.

              For all those who have lost children, my condolences. I know they are in the comforting arms of their heavenly Father.

            • When older son fell down my sister’s back stairs, there was a moment of sheer terror, but when I saw that he had gotten his arms in front of him and was sliding down the stairs, fairly well-protected by jeans and his winter coat, it became funny.

        • Intellectually, I understand that people keep going because it’s the right thing to do.

          Emotionally, I don’t know how you and Shadow and all the rest who’ve lost kids to SIDS can keep going; the only one we lost wasn’t even past the first trimester, my knowledge of her was only intellectual and deductive, but….ow.

          • I talked to my mom about when she lost her eldest son to stillbirth (he would’ve been a year younger than me) and she says you always have this little quiet mental image that fills in the gap. She’s 60 odd now and she still imagines what that son would’ve been like as a man in his mid thirties now (A curly haired, more cheerful version of my youngest brother, slightly taller too). I find that I can’t help but do the same thing – I imagine Damien with curls and glasses – a boy version of myself as a kid, and I can’t shake that image. Brandon’s hair is not as curly, more of a wave, and his nose is more from his Dad’s side of the family. But he has my Dad’s penetrating eyes.

            They say you ‘move on’ and ‘let go’ eventually, and I think that’s wrong. Every child you welcome from the moment you know you’re carrying one has become part of your heart. And your heart will always say “I have (this many) children” and you never love them any less – even if some of them aren’t there. But you focus on the ones who are alive because they’re the ones who need care. I don’t know if I would have been able to go through each day if the elder kids weren’t here. I don’t know what that me would’ve been like, and I’m glad I have them.

            For each child lost, we find ourselves wistfully saying “Boyos, we’re missing out. You should’ve stayed.”

            • “They say you ‘move on’ and ‘let go’ eventually, and I think that’s wrong.”

              Well, yeah. I’ve heard it described as being in the open ocean; eventually you learn to swim, but you’re still in the ocean. (hugs)

              • *hugs*

                Really though, especially for those who want to be parents, death does not break that bond of love. We say ‘you’ll always be my baby’ to our grown children as an expression of love and reassurance, but… it’s true. Death stops the parents ability to show that love in a way the child can experience it, but it does not stop the love and the longing of it to be expressed.

            • Whoever says “move on” and “get over it” doesn’t understand much. You “get through” it. Normal has changed in ways they don’t understand.

              • This was ultimately why I stopped talking to a psychiatrist for grief management attempts. Every time I got a new one you could see them fumble when they heard from Rhys and I why we were there. We weren’t the usual case who they dealt with, and they didn’t know how to deal with someone who was still in control enough to talk, and didn’t have typical issues, which, from what we gathered, were suited for teenage bullying, gender identity issues and such. Its funny in a tragic sort of way because one of the things we needed help with the most was how to deal with dealing with people after the loss. People are more accepting of homosexuality than grieving parents because they don’t know how to deal with the latter and the resulting isolation was something to behold.

                What was really bad was our housemate. He got NO support for his incredibly severe PTSD because he isn’t blood related and for some reason people expected that he shouldn’t have gotten involved or attached or affected in any way. He’s a very protective person who tried to save my son and fell apart as much as I did. He isn’t blood but he is very much the children’s uncle of the heart. For a while after he walked my eldest son to and from school again because of the nightmares he had of the boyo getting into an accident. He has this “I need to fix this” urge that’s probably as strong as the urge to protect.

                • I know that we here in the States have become more and more insolated from death, and really don’t know how to deal with it very well when it comes at the end of a normal life span. When it rears its ugly head and takes one so young … that seems to shut us down, we don’t want to face that it can happen.

                  Sure we often see more death in a week of television or certainly in one superhero movie than we can count, but we can somehow deal with that because those are impersonal. When it becomes personal we freeze up. All this adds up to awkwardness.

                  My heart goes out to your housemate. When I read the piece he wrote after Brandon passed I could feel the pain you all were facing. He is chosen family, and I know that his loss is very real. I am glad you see this and understand.

                  • The other day he and Vincent were chasing each other around the house, laying ambushes for each other with rubber bands. I think he really became ‘uncle’ the day that Vincent, maybe 3 or 4 years old, asked him to ‘Blow up that sheep, Uncle Aff!” in Minecraft, and it was met with an enthusiastic “You got it!” He did it again and again, just to hear a little boy laugh in delight from all the kabooms and craters that resulted. This was over Skype, and well, that was the joy of it.

                    Brandon smiled the day that Aff was showing him off over Skype on his phone to his father. Full body baby wriggle and toothless grin. It was a Moment to behold.

                    Those photos he posted of himself holding Brandon on that piece? That’s a man who, was initially terrified of holding a child under 2 years of age. He overcame that fear because there was this helpless tiny human who needed to be picked up and cuddled and soothed, so he picked up the tiny human, and cuddled and soothed as best as he could. (The original reason for the Brandon Box was so Aff could carry him from room to room so I wasn’t trapped in my bedroom while the stitches healed. Then Brandon started liking it to sleep in…) He was / is the sort that, if he heard Brandon crying, would immediately get up to check on him. (We eventually established that he didn’t need to check unless Brandon cried for over 15 seconds.)

                    There was someone who eventually got it and got him some help, but that was back in his home state. After we lost Brandon though, he really, really can’t deal with parents who don’t take care of their kids. He’s saved a number of the ‘run out into traffic’ sorts by ‘pick up on instinct, set back kid onto sidewalk, step back then keep walking’ and it cuts him afterward, because there was this one baby he couldn’t save, even though the time to have been able to do something about it was long past.

                    I think the healing will come only once Rhys and I have another baby and that one grows healthy and to Vincent’s age.

                • Oh, damn. A lot of things just slide on by me, but that about your housemate just made me tear up. 😦

                  • Of course, yours just about tore me up inside, but we truly don’t expect the reactions of the people who seem to be on the sidelines.

                    • Housemate has noted that he has gotten lucky so far – lucky that the parents of the kids he’s randomly plucked out of the path of incoming cars haven’t tried to get him arrested. He came home one morning two or three years ago saying that I would be amused by the fact that someone asked him if he was an angel. He then recounted how he was walking Vincent to school and a kid pops out of his father’s car and darts around the back, not noticing his dad’s coming round the front of the car to the sidewalk. Aff happened to be looking in the direction of the street and saw a car coming. He stepped forward, reached out and lifted the kid out of the way just in the nick of time, set him down on the sidewalk saying “Woah kiddo, you almost got pasted there.” Horrified the dad rushes forward, hugs his boy and looks up at Aff in wonder. “Are you an angel? You saved my son!”

                      Aff says “Nah, just some bloke.” and he turns to a wide eyed Vincent and says sternly “And that is why you never run across the street do you hear me?!” He was very satisfied that Vincent’s response was to hold onto his hand and make sure to look both ways before they crossed the street.

    • Some things are just too weird to even contemplate…. until one finds oneself doing such,. Then somehow it suddenly becomes “No big deal.”


      Squick is relative.

      NOT relatives.

      Alright, that would be very squicky indeed.

      Just because ox might have LOW standards, NOT mean ox have no standards.

    • My best friend and I had Marshall and his best friend two months apart. Both of us nursed the other’s kid more than once. They’re “milk-brothers” (a thing in Portugal.)

    • Eh, as long as the woman is healthy, I don’t see the problem with it.

      I will refuse, however, to make any comparison to being choosy about which cow one gets their milk from, because too many of the women here know enough to find me and kill me in my sleep. 🙂

  42. I told you I went to the OP’s failbook page. She’s a Bernbot and a proud member of teh California Democratic Party. Looking at some of the other shit on her wall? Yeaaahh..not gonna waste my time. From my perspective not a brain in her head.

  43. When it comes to switching minority stereotypes around, I can’t help but think of “Farnham’s Freehold”, which does precisely this. Do you think that the people who like these pictures will now like the book?

    • thephantom182

      I hated that book, they’d probably swoon over it. Not a fan of Friday either. IMHO R.A.H. went a little weird in his old age.

    • No. Because it’s Heinlein! He’d BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!11111!!!

      • Yeah. His women enjoyed being women. The intelligent and capable they might have handled, but truly enjoying being women? — Never!

        • Heinlein at his motherfucking best!

          Hated that book.

          • Honestly? Even the worst of the “old” Heinlein is readable. Once. His best is almost infinitely re-readable. I think that accounts for some (some!) of the “hate that book” from folks who otherwise quite like him.

            On that note, guess whose yard ape just read her first Heinlein?

            • BEWARE. Mine still steal my copies AFTER they’ve moved out. And I got all the Heinleins stolen TWICE as each moved out.

            • When I was in hospital The Spouse started reading me The Star Beast. I had enjoyed it when The Spouse read it to The Daughter during car trips years ago. It was as delightful as the first time. My only regret is that we didn’t finish it.

              Yeah, I know I could read it myself, but it is just not the same. 😉

              • Perhaps you need a longer stay in hospital?

                A long car trip or two would probably suffice. I understand the Blue Ridge Mountains are lovely this time of year.

                • I did not need to stay in the hospital any longer. As much as I appreciated the care I received it was still a hospital.

                  Two problems, no make that three, or is it four…: I was under the influence of pain killers at the time and it has been long enough since we started that we would have to start again. The Spouse and I are presently listening through the David Tennant readings of the How to Train Your Dragon series while traveling. When last we listened we had left our hero in great peril yet again, so that would have to be finished first. Many more trips would be required to achieve both … not that I would object to such, but The Spouse is a homebody and dislikes being away from the computer for any length of time.

    • I credit Number Of The Beast with pointing me to a lot of old books that I never would have probably heard about (they were old, pulp, science fiction, and not ‘literature’) otherwise.

  44. c4c

  45. The white housekeeper/maid is supposed to mean something? I mean, when I was very young indeed, we were watching this:

    Shirley Booth was hardly a “person of color”.

    • No, Hazel was not ‘a person of color’.

      The impact of the photo is supposed to be in a person of color having a white servant. In other words there is a display of insulting small mindedness in their inability to imagine that people of color might have been or are in a position to employ help.

      I wonder if they ever watched Norman Lear’s The Jeffersons?

      • Paul (Drak Bibliophile) Howard

        Worse, there’s the attitude that a white wouldn’t be a servant. Whites are so arrogant that they’d never accept being a servant to a POC.

        • If the money is green (or proper gold…) and there’s enough of it, who cares about any color of anything other?

          • Is there such a thing as improper gold?

            • Iron pyrites?

            • Those silly gold-anodized aluminum ‘Dollar’ coins the Fe(de)ral Reserve came up with.

              Went to an auction once where one of those came up for sale. It went for FRN 8.00. It was all I could do to keep from jumping up on my chair and screaming, “It’s a dollar! It’s worth a dollar! You can get one from any bank in the country for a dollar!” But obviously it was worth eight to someone.

      • These same people don’t realize that the very first slave owner in the United States was Black.

    • Hazel was based on a comic panel featured in The Saturday Evening Post. Intricacies of printing being what they were, making her “dusky” would have been needlessly challenging (as well as a waste of ink.)


  46. Hopelessly random OT question…

    Re: Libertycon.
    Ouzo, bottle of?
    [ ] YES
    [ ] NO

    • I can’t go to Libertycon, so maybe my vote doesn’t count anyway. But if it did, I would have to vote Ouzo YES!

      I recall really liking that stuff, although the last (and only) time I drank Ouzo was at a party 20 something years ago while in the Marines. Two of my fellow Marines became disgruntled with each other and attempted to beat each other to death. It all ended OK, we eventually got them separated.
      No permanent damage, apparently a cement floor IS harder than a Marine’s head… good to know. The next day they both had quite the hangover and sat together laughing (then wincing and holding their heads) about how stupid they were. The rest of us got a laugh as the wife of one of them decided to bang on some pans to help teach them a lesson. Marine Wives… don’t mess with them. They can be MEAN!

    • not for me! Older son, OTOH will drink ANYTHING that doesn’t drink him first.

    • No. But my vote isn’t significant because because I can’t drink any kind of alcohol.

    • Ouzo and raki are both very tasty.

    • Bring feta cheese, olives and pancetta to eat with it. Nommmmms!

    • I’ve never tasted Ouzo, so I vote Yes.

  47. Mike Houst

    I have to agree with your husband. 1st thing I noticed was lack of a diaper, or even swaddling clothes. That’s going to be one cold, upset, messy baby.

    Now I feel slighted and deprived that my parents didn’t have a black wet nurse for me. And technically, a wet nurse would not be a nurse “maid”; it being a usual requirement to have born children before being able to lactate. (Yeah, I know, we can do all kinds of weird things with hormones in this day and age; including a wet nurse man. /shudder)

    White dolls, black dolls? I played with about 25 or 30 little green plastic men dolls. I assume they were men because they didn’t have breasts, but since genitalia weren’t visible, they could have been Amazon’s who’d burned both breasts off. They could have been green Caucasian men as you couldn’t tell if they had straight or kinky hair (or any hair at all for that matter.) Maybe all plastic army people were really non-Burroughs Martians of indeterminate gender.

    I wonder if there’s a market for Burroughs’-type 4-armed green Martian army men?

    Taurus and I are on the same wavelength. We both know when to walk on water, and when not to.

    I hate cabbage patch kids dolls. I prefer to refer to them as coleslaw kids after I toss them in the food processor. By the way, what color are corn-husk dolls?

    Whoa! Could the progressive SJWs be considering these as stereotypes because they secretly yearn to be the elite ones with those kinds of servants? I know, what a horrible thing to think.

    • Feather Blade

      By the way, what color are corn-husk dolls?

      Base on my experience with corn-husks, green until they dry, then ranging from yellow to gray depending on how long you leave them in the sun.

      It’s probably racist anyway.^_^

      • I have observed that when they reach a certain age they appear jaundiced. Eventually they fade to a deathly parchment tone.

    • Oh, there would definitely be a market for Green Barsoomian dolls.

      • I’m holding onto hope for Prince Roger Action Figures, especially the Krindi Fain and Erkum Pol set! Recreate the Battle of Diaspra with a full set of Vasin cavalry!

        • Alas, i cannot sculpt characters well enough to make this.

        • Sadly, I have no idea what you’re referring to here.

          But for the Green Men of Mars, it wouldn’t even have to have a related movie. Their mere appearance would get youngsters to badger their mothers for them, so they can use them alongside their other action figures.

          • David Weber and John Ringo “The Empire of Man” series of four (thus far) books. Start with March Upcountry.

            “The series tells the story of Prince Roger and his personal guard, the Bronze Battalion of the Empress’s Own, as they cross the hostile and alien world of Marduk where they have been marooned. Roger is the spoiled younger son of the Empress of the largest polity in the galaxy, the Earth-based “Empire of Man”. Roger, third in line to his mother’s throne, is described at the start of the series as an over-handsome, but essentially useless fop.”

            Through a series of battles the Prince’s contingent must cross half a continent, an ocean and halfway across another continent to reach the only spaceport and return home. Finding allies among the warring Mardukans, a race of green, four-armed giant savages Roger has to grow from spoiled princeling to a respected man. Space opera the way Kipling or Willy Shakes would have written.

  48. Scot Douglas


  49. At which point I asked and was told that in some places with high Asian immigration, this is indeed a stereotype, HOWEVER the women are not slaves. They are paid, often own the salon, and are providing for their children to go further in America than they could go. In other words, as an example of “reverse oppression” that picture is caca.

    Yep. A woman I used to work with here in Cincinnati left I.T. and opened a chain of such salons in Vegas. And she’s rolling in it by now.

    • Mike Houst

      Personal service salon making more than people in I.T.
      Fascinating what is marketable and for how much when Uncle Sugar and Company don’t interfere with it.

      • Unlike IT personnel, Personal Care Service Providers have to actually (pretend to) like and care about their customers. They do not have the luxury of being rude, disdainful and insulting to the people who pay them.

      • Well, she owned more than one. I doubt the women working for her made that much.

  50. I really wished you’d linked to the FB stuff as I have about a barrel of pee I want to pour in somebody’s Wheaties today.

  51. An inquiry for the SE Asia contingent: Can you point to any good summaries of the events described thusly:

    Heroes were also on the scene in the besieged Philippine city of Marawi, on the southern island of Mindanao just after dawn Saturday, when local Muslims sneaked Christians in their midst past the Islamists who’ve taken over the town — telling the killers they were all Muslims and shouting, “Allahu akbar,” to get by.

    Apparently most of Western Media is far more obsessed over terror attacks on white people than brown ones and has not done much reporting on this.

    • thephantom182

      This is the Western media right here:

      CNN caught red handed staging a fake “protest” by Mooselimbs against the London attack.

      Because there was no -real- Mooselimb protest against it, and CNN thought there should be one, so they went out and MADE ONE UP.

      • seriouslky? just… i can’t even.

      • CNN was merely showing what such a protest would look like, understanding that many “Mooselimbs” lead very busy and productive lives which, combined with their rigorous prayer requirements and their understandable concern about grouping together raising a risk of Islamaphobic attacks tends to limit participation in such protests. You see, the lack of protest is all our fault (just as Ms Griffith’s career going down the crapper was Donald Trump’s doing.)

        CNN was undoubtedly dismayed that no anti-Mooselimbs counter protesters appeared and regretted they had not thought to arrange some for demonstration purposes.

    • It is possible, but that is also Marawi; their cultural ‘look to’ isn’t further north but south; so while it is possible that there would have been some Muslims wanting to sneak out their kuffar friends to safety, there would’ve been just as many likely to stand aside or actively rat them out. Daesh were also forcing people to recite specific Muslim prayers and summarily executed anyone who wasn’t able to do so. From my mom’s talk, they’ve discovered foreigners amongst the bodies of the Daesh killed so far – so yes, they’ve been importing fighters from Europe.

      If you hear anything about it in the news, I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s more a focus on the fact that Duterte has declared martial law in Mindanao, with the explicit threat of expanding that, if necessary, to the rest of the country. I am fine with this as there is a valid threat to the nation’s security (as there was when Marcos initially declared martial law) and am not opposed to have him sit as President beyond his term if that’s what it takes to fix the problem. (As a President cannot extend his term per the current Constitution, and must serve out his 6 year term, then step down. HOWEVER, there is nothing in the Constitution that says that a previous president cannot try to run for a second term in office, provided that he or she was not a President for a term. This was why Gloria Macapagal Arroyo was constantly hit with trumped up charges in order to prevent her doing so – even though she clearly was uninterested and simply wanted to focus on her governorship of Pampanga -which is flourishing. She is too competent and her opposition wanted to make sure she was no risk, even if it meant violating her human rights to do so, which they cheerfully did.)

      What is interesting is that, from chats my mother has with other folks who LIVED though the Marcos era, they would not be opposed either if Duterte HAD TO become dictator for a while. The surprise is that there would be support for such a thing, when only a couple of decades ago such a thought would be tantamount to religious heresy.

      Going back to Daesh; the thing i observe is that it is likely that Daesh is looking to expand it’s holdings and found fertile support in the Abu Sayyf and the other disgruntled supposed ‘separatist’ groups. Duterte is right to institute martial law in Mindanao as it has ceased to be an internal problem, and has expanded to be a warzone in a borderless war. HOW well this will go depends on how quickly the Philippine military can expand its’ capability for weapons as several decades of pushing for disarmament (which I stoutly believe was several orders of magnitude stupid, thanks to the Leftist thinking that predominates the upper classes) having damaged response capability, in my opinion. In exchange though, the Philippine military must be more ruthless – something I think we are capable of as a people.

      • I think I first heard about Marawi on, which isn’t generally a news site. Somewhere else I read (or mis-read?) said that the Daesh / Abu Sayyf were retreating and the town was where they had chosen to make their stand, but what you said make it sound like that is their home or at least a base.

        • Both is also possible. I haven’t kept up with news due to crap net, and frankly the whole Daesh bullshit in Mindanao was inevitable. When you have had a ‘separatist group’ problem for several decades the local population learns to just keep their head down to try survive, and if the government isn’t going to put it’s foot down after MULTIPLE ‘autonomous regions’ have been granted, you have a set up that invites every warlord mini Caliph wannabe seeing ‘here is a way for me to grab my own private fiefdom!” So its a matter of who has the bigger guns and more willingness to enforce the law. President Estrada did one thing right – and that was cut the bullshit out and send in the military in force to stop the Abu Sayyf bandits terrorizing the region.

          • President Estrada did one thing right – and that was cut the bullshit out and send in the military in force to stop the Abu Sayyf bandits terrorizing the region.

            Something which the west seems reluctant to do. (Although I suspect that Great Britain is beginning to realize that there is a point at which a line must not only be drawn, but held.)

            • Abu Sayyf are bandits, no different from the pirates in Africa. Their main reason for hostages is ransom money to fund their subsequent banditry. Any deaths they can spin as being done for Allah and they have the barest veneer of an excuse of ‘separatism’ to keep moving. They terrorize the local populace to shelter them and frankly I’ve heard from at least one journalist that foreign aid from sympathetic Islamist groups was happening even years ago.

              • Ugh. Sounds like a nasty lot, and worthy of being wiped out altogether.

                • I do think that. Its one of the reasons why I got a psychotic shitbag stalking me.

                  • That you think that groups of deranged bullies should be eliminated rather than be allowed to run rampant over the population at will has incited such a personal animus?

                    (growl) That is disgusting. And horrible. I am so sorry.

                    • Well, it’s Clamps. Disgusting and horrible is probably the lightest descriptor of what he does. Eight years of his stalking online and counting, and the reason why NOBODY knows where I live is because he has openly and repeatedly – Jordan Bassior knows about the most of it because it was on his blog this stuff happened -threatened my family, especially the kids. The reason why he gets away with that legally is because he is not in the same country as I am.

                      Considering his sympathies and the sort of people he supports, plus his actions towards the children of a different person he targeted in the past, that is a very stupid approach to take.

                    • One is very much tempted to invoke Lazarus Long’s grandfather:

                      “Son, I know people in this town who’ll break both your arms for $25; for twice that, they’ll kill you. But if someone asked for both — break your arms and then kill you — there’s a discount. I can afford $62.50 if you make it necessary.”

    • Allow me to recommend a reporter who, like my father, became a diplomat (this fellow became Ambassador to Greece during the Macapagal-Arroyo tenure) and is also a friend of my Dad’s. My mother follows his column regularly because he isn’t afraid to spell it out as it is, while other papers are more about hewing hay about OH NOES MARCOS 2.0!!!

      The newspaper is an English one, so should be fine.

      I also called my mom to get a bit more info, and got a summary for you.

      For a bit of perspective, Marawi apparently has been having problems regarding food and water shortages. On Marawi there is a family called the Maute, and they are rebels (becoming the third group besides the usual Basangmoro and MILF). They have a reputation for being particularly violent. The army tried to apprehend the leader, who has a strange moniker (Ypsilon Hamilon?) and when they entered the city men in full IS getup – including some wearing Middle Eastern robes – a frankly ridiculous thing given the very humid environment there – came swarming out of the houses waving the IS flag and into the streets in response. The military were driven out and their report given about what happened. Given the presence of the terrorists having overrun Marawi, Duterte declared martial law.

      The Maute group has been shown to have been well funded – a house used as a base was captured and over 50 million pesos was found – still bundled, as if it has come from a bank. The Maute group have plenty of food and arms, enough that they have held out for over 2 weeks now – and still are solidly entrenched. Marawi is a battleground with street to street fighting. This lends credence to foreign support being given to the Maute group, very likely being Daesh.

      Indonesia has said that there are over 1200 IS in Mindanao.

      Escaping civilians report that young men are forced to join IS or die – refusal is immediate execution. A church full of Catholics were captured – it was a feast day celebration, and they were praying in the church. Some video released indicates they are alive and hostages. Besides the report of non-Muslims being executed when they are unable to prove they are Muslim, there was a short clip of a Muslim who refused to leave because he wanted to protect his 18 Christian employees.

      • Local Catholic station said there’s a video of a priest, “apparently recorded under duress,” begging for the lives of some 500 Christians (probably Catholic, but they didn’t say) being held prisoner. Not sure if that was all the one church or what.

      • Thanks. This morning I observed a Washington Examiner story by Tom Rogan (who also posts at National Review Online) discussing the situation and how ISIS is becoming “The Brand” for anti-Western resistance.

        The Philippines, Trump and the ISIS franchise threat
        Abu Sayyaf is just one of many major terrorist groups that have pledged allegiance to ISIS over the past couple of years.

        Moral questions aside, it’s not hard to see why this is happening.

        With its perceived success in seizing ground, resisting the west, killing those who reject its fanatical brand of Islam, and maintaining a territorial caliphate, ISIS has become the all-star (rather than jayvee) global terrorist team. It has offered a cause to losers like Orlando attacker Omar Mateen, and perceptions of an ordained mission to Salafi-Jihadist terrorist groups. At its heart, ISIS’ invitation to prospective recruits and groups is the same: ”Like winning? Join us.”

        To be sure, ISIS is a despicable group made up of a mix of malcontents, the mentally ill, and ideological fanatics.

        But the ISIS brand appeal isn’t just about killing. It’s also about a life of terrorist luxury. For one, ISIS membership brings associated access to a wealthy donor base across the Islamic world.

        Like any other investors, these terrorist financiers like to generate returns on their investments. They just measure their return in blood rather than money. And ISIS offers that return on investment.
        [END EXCERPT]

        • So pretty much yeah it gives them a chance toward warlord fiefdoms and a return to the raiding party times of that pedophile, Mohammad.

          There are so many nice ways we could deal with them, but whimpering appeasement isn’t one. Also it really does not matter who is in the White House, or Malacangan Palace or Kremlin. Their vaguest political aim is to carve out a fiefdom for their ‘group’. They are NOT trying to do that in Iran or Saudi Arabia. Nope, they want their own little hellhole. Good old fashioned Islamic expansion, really.

          The only thing that is new is the refusal to fight back.

          • Roland must be weeping in his grave.

          • “The only thing that is new is the refusal to fight back effectively.

            FTFY. We could. But no one wants to be meanies.

            Kitchener’s School

            Being a translation of the song that was made by a Mohammedan
            schoolmaster of Bengal Infantry (some time on service at Suakim)
            when he heard that Kitchener was taking money from the English to
            build a Madrissa for Hubshees — or a college for the Sudanese at Khartoum.

            OH, HUBSHEE, carry your shoes in your hand and bow your head on your breast!
            This is the message of Kitchener who did not break you in jest.
            It was permitted to him to fulfill the long-appointed years;
            Reaching the end ordained of old over your dead Emirs.

            He stamped only before your walls, and the Tomb ye knew was dust:
            He gathered up under his armpits all the swords of your trust:
            He set a guard on your granaries, securing the weak from the strong:
            He said: — ” Go work the waterwheels that were abolished so long.”

            He said: — “Go safely, being abased. I have accomplished my vow.”
            That was the mercy of Kitchener. Cometh his madness now!
            He does not desire as ye desire, nor devise as ye devise:
            He is preparing a second host — an army to make you wise.

            Not at the mouth of his clean-lipped guns shall ye learn his name again,
            But letter by letter, from Kaf to Kaf, at the mouths of his chosen men.
            He has gone back to his own city, not seeking presents or bribes,
            But openly asking the English for money to buy you Hakims and scribes.

            Knowing that ye are forfeit by battle and have no right to live,
            He begs for money to bring you learning — and all the English give.
            It is their treasure — it is their pleasure — thus are their hearts inclined:
            For Allah created the English mad — the maddest of all mankind!

            They do not consider the Meaning of Things; they consult not creed nor clan.
            Behold, they clap the slave on the back, and behold, he ariseth a man!
            They terribly carpet the earth with dead, and before their cannon cool,
            They walk unarmed by twos and threes to call the living to school.

            How is this reason (which is their reason) to judge a scholar’s worth,
            By casting a ball at three straight sticks and defending the same with a fourth?
            But this they do (which is doubtless a spell) and other matters more strange,
            Until, by the operation of years, the hearts of their scholars change:

            Till these make come and go great boats or engines upon the rail
            (But always the English watch near by to prop them when they fail);
            Till these make laws of their own choice and Judges of their own blood;
            And all the mad English obey the Judges and say that that Law is good.

            Certainly they were mad from of old; but I think one new thing,
            That the magic whereby they work their magic — wherefrom their fortunes spring —
            May be that they show all peoples their magic and ask no price in return.
            Wherefore, since ye are bond to that magic, O Hubshee, make haste and learn!

            Certainly also is Kitchener mad. But one sure thing I know —
            If he who broke you be minded to teach you, to his Madrissa go!
            Go, and carry your shoes in your hand and bow your head on your breast,
            For he who did not slay you in sport, he will not teach you in jest.

            Note well the order: break first, then build. It always applies, and there is no history to suggest otherwise.

  52. When I was in high school, my government teacher (yes, they still taught that then) was discussing what was legally a minority group. We had a big mix of people in the class from all skin colors, multiple nations, jocks, nerds, popular kids, etc. He had everybody stand up. Then told all females to sit down. Then all blacks, Asians, Indians (both the subcontinent and the Native American kinds), etc. When he’d run down the list of protected classes (in the 90s), there were two football players and himself still standing. He ended with “Congratulations! We are the legal majority.” This was out of a class of about 30.

    Whenever I see things like this, I think about my time in that city. Whites were definitely a minority. There were ghetto areas where whites weren’t welcomed much especially after dark. My dad was an exception because he was a locksmith by trade and one of the few who was willing to go anywhere (economic desperation), but because he was willing, he was also protected. Nobody would bother him because he WAS the only one willing and they knew if anybody messed with him, he would stop coming. So we were in “services” and he worked with and for a lot of people who were not white. My mom actually did do things like take in laundry and do ironing, in the 90s, to earn more money over and above the locksmithing. She also did pizza delivery and other menial type jobs to help out.

    • This is what bugs me about “racism” in fiction.

      This is what healthy society, real world “racism” looked like.

      Not their fantasy spider-kill-it-now stuff, but more like…. hey, this is an issue, wait nevermind THAT guy is OK stuff or even nevermind that guy is a _____ he’s OK.

      Basically, more like how they treat cops than how anybody treats them.

      I’m pretty sure unhealthy societies existed– and also that they were enforcing “he’s dating someone who is too white, beat the @#$#@ out of him and assault her” codes. (My sister in law, in the late 80s, ran into that. From what they do not say, I’m guessing that he quit dating her because of the assaults on his sisters. In the freaking DC area.)

  53. When was the last decade you could not find a doll of color in a store? The last century?

  54. Before I finish reading – that first image is on the net; see

    • Some of those date back to May of 2014. I wonder if it is the same photographer? If it is, I wonder if the first photo sort of started the ideas, and the last three photos were the end result?

    • It turns out to be from a photo shoot by a European photographer names Julia Fullerton-Batten. She did a series about some of the conditions that existed for Edwardian England servants. The rest of the photos are just as weird. I noticed that while she used just about any color of skin for the rich person, the servant was always white. She admits she messed with clothing and uniforms but kept the locations as accurate as possible. Here is the “artistic statement” about the series. The other photos are available at the thumbnail tab.

  55. Loyd Jenkins

    I grew up in the South. I know some racists, Nothing in these pictures say anything about race to me.

  56. And I am reminded that I basically dynamited a friendship when I was in a my twenties when I gave a friend “down the country” for objecting to trailers (mobile homes) going up on the property next to or near her house—I wrote her and told her that one my grandfathers was a sharecropper, etc. I think that was one of the few times I ever poor-mouthed myself. I rarely thought of my grandfather’s economic situation; he seemed to do okay. Even after the farm got sold, he kept carpentering with his brother until he got too sick. He and Grandma moved into an apartment for six month and built a nice brick house of their own down the road a few miles with a government loan of some sort (which is why the dining room was on the plans as a bedroom).

    It turned out that my friend didn’t object to mobile homes per se, but over three hundred next door is another thing entirely. I think I wrote back and said that her objections made sense, but I never heard from them again. Sigh.

  57. “IOW they’re not at war with stereotypes, they’re at war with the voices in their heads.”
    Exactly. And this is true of most of them. The others are all enablers – which makes them evil, since they know it’s not true.

    BTW, the only “racist” thing about Asian nail salons is the tendency of many owners to only hire fellow Asians. Often, that’s more nepotism than racism, though. Which is often true of any ethnic business with first-generation Americans – they hire family, and others who they feel comfortable with (often ethnically similar).

    And you’re not the insane one for reacting to these pics as you did. Oy vey.
    Virtue signaling is alive and well.

  58. Anyone else notice that there seems to be no comment section in the HuffPo article? Peraps that’s to eliminate the ‘point and make duck noises’ effect.

  59. late to the party (already over 550 comments) but WTF?

    What the ever loving F***!?!

    1) Those clothes look hideous on the ‘nursemaid’. Where are her shoes? Why is the baby naked? Did it just have a bath or something?

    2) What am I supposed to shocked about? Too many redheads washing feet? Seriously, maybe half the nail specialists in town are of Asian descent (which is rather high proportionally compared to local population), but then again so are the owners of Asian buffet restaurants. One of the guys who worked for may Dad at the roofing company when I was a kid looked like a biker, and did ride a Harley, as well as raced boats and cars. After roofing he opened a nail salon and did the prettiest nails in town. You want to break a stereotype? Put a 6’4″ 280 lbs leather wearing biker in that photo.

    3) Until reading Sarah’s description I had no clue what that was about. My daughter selected a ‘black’ doll (doll of above average melanin?) when she was little. But then again, some of my family tan darker than others, so the skin tone wasn’t all that off in her little white kid eyes.

    4) Huh? One’s Hispanic? OK, if you say so. She could be German too, with that complexion and hair. She could be a tanned SoCal socialite or a Floridian as well.

    There’s nothing edgy there. There’s nothing about racial stereotypes being turned on their heads unless you bend over backwards and squint really hard in fading light. These people are either too insular or have too much time on their hands.

    • Nothing edgy here? That is the essence of contemporary art, isn’t it? Offering the most jejune, banal and superficial presentations in ways that flatter the audience’s virtues? That they are not like those deplorables?

      Such art is as edgy as telling the Sun King that blinding light emanates from his arse.

      Clint Eastwood is admirable because he makes a living telling Hollywood that male virtues are important. That is edgy art.

  60. Slightly off topic: Watched The Great Wall and it was actually rather good – I don’t think that it deserved the ‘so good it’s average’ response. Matt Damon’s character isn’t mighty whitey as the SJWs claim – he’s a fighter with a different skillset focus, which is what gives him an advantage. The amazon brigade is an amazon brigade for a reason – and it made sense (women are lighter) but holy shit they are fucking badass. Oh, and the heroine EARNS her command. The monsters are scary intelligent; and there are positive lessons. We got it as a rental to preview and have decided that it’s a good movie, will buy as DVD or Blu-ray, and will put it in the family – approved video shelf.

  61. That nurseries photo is pure quill uncanny valley.