People make me really weary.

I saw this Tumblr thanks to the new writer, Robert Berens. Scroll down for two posts about Misha.

It's clear that no one is as perfect as the owners of that tumblr, or the people who submit to it.

No, I don't care if that's not what they mean to say, it's their effective message.

I don't like it when people aren't perfect. But I've yet to feel the internet hordes feel like "problematic" means anything other than "radioactive and highly morally carcinogenic".

Sometimes I wonder if Social Justice has had its reputation damaged like feminist has, but I missed the bit where Social Justice wasn't holier than thou.

When earnest and sanctimonious reproduce, the forest gets lost for the trees, motes become beams, cats and dogs live together, and a bunch of people too young to have any sense of perspective participate in mass hysteria.

Oops. Hysteria is a sexist term.

Clearly, my utter exhaustion with humanity is itself problematic.

Sometimes I wonder if Social Justice has had its reputation damaged like feminist has, but I missed the bit where Social Justice wasn't holier than thou.

According to the Internet SJ crowd, none of whom can see the beam in front of their face, nor recognize that their actions have had a chilling effect on discourse, totes magotes, and people always are saying bad things about SJ, but clearly, that's because they are problematic people who haven't examined their privilege.

To which I say, bite me, wankers.

Wow! I've been caught in mood = cranky and old!

I am pretty sure it was Jez where I got called out for using the word tone, because I was numb to its inevitable baggage.

I tried to point out that not only wasn't I participating in "the tone argument" (or even talking to someone disenfranchised in any way more important than disliking a movie or TV show), but I was discussing the tone of written communication, and this was a possibility from *long* before the crystallisation of derailing principles was thrown at people discussing everything from genocide to Genoa cake.

Wow! I've been caught in mood = cranky and old!

That could be my fault. I've been there all day. And when I read that, I was just so exhausted by it, I couldn't even get outraged.

For a minute, I did want to get into a conversation about existentialism and individual being and life in general with them, but it passed.

In sum, JARED AND JENSEN ARE ADORABLE.

So is Dick Speight Jr.: [link]

Porncouver? I must be visiting the wrong bits.