Hard News: #NetHui: it's all about you
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Jackie Clark, in reply to
Which would be my way of saying - "no shit, sherlock"
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Greville Whittle, in reply to
The question that leaps to mind is “why doesn’t that put the men off?”.
It did, that's why I had such a bad view of the interweb. Until I came here....
*Bollocks - insert 'the conversation flows ever onwards' comment here, we're on page WHAT now?
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Sacha, in reply to
"no shit, sherlock"
Hey, I'm not the one who got in a scrap over it :)
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Lilith __, in reply to
No-one has ever ever ever used the p word. Ever.
Perhaps we could follow in the fine Morningside tradtion and call it "upsidedown-b". :-)
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Jackie Clark, in reply to
I'll just be over here with all the other elderly women sucking eggs.
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James Butler, in reply to
Hillmans were another family thing (for vehicles…)
Apart from aforementioned engine, my dad had no truck (so to speak) with the Rootes Group - although I believe this had as much to do with the indifferent local build quality as the cars themselves.
Our family cars in the '80s and '90s were DKWs - an F102 and an F12.
Mind you, I do not wish to discuss my beloved & esteemed mother’s purchase of a Hillman Imp…
At least the Imp was an honest attempt at innovation, something the British motor industry as a whole was fatally allergic to.
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Islander, in reply to
Mmmmm, yolky bloky eh? And whitey, yes, suck, yes!
I'm talking eggs, dammit, eggs!
How'd those lines from "Boy" go?
"Boiled. Scrambled. Fried." etc.
Forgot raw-
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Emma Hart, in reply to
But also, I was intimidated by the Very Smart People here... And then I started commenting on Emma's posts, and that was that.
None taken.
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Islander, in reply to
True, James - except we were a family of 6 kids plus aforesaid mother, and all our mates...the Imp groaned when we started to pile aboard - then it sort've gave up...
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Jackie Clark, in reply to
Ew. Never raw. How about poached? Loved them poached with baked beans. Mmmmm.
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Kumara Republic, in reply to
As people the first group are far more pleasant than the second group. I have nothing against people who have a lot of money. But people who want everyone to know that they have more money than you aren’t as easy to like.
Indeed. There's a clear difference between self-made wealth (eg Sam Morgan and Rod Drury) and Nouveau Riche materialism (eg Mark Hotchin and Christine Rankin).
The latter is the former but without the saving graces.
The latter hypocritically kick away the ladder once they've climbed it.If a society is judged by the newness of its cars, then the nouveau riche deride those below them as backward communists if they hang onto clapped out Coronas to save money. And if they go for the newest Falcons, they're derided as making 'poor choices'. The nouveau riche fundamentally need a scapegoat below them to keep pinned to the ground, to draw attention from their own failings and inferiority complexes.
By this analogy, the non-materialistic self-made would drive classic cars. They care about quality of life rather than the latest (and not always greatest) gadgets on wheels. -
giovanni tiso, in reply to
It’s about shit you don’t have to deal with because society treats your… qualities? characteristics?… as normative.
In that you are a default type of person. Colbert did a magnificent bit on neutral man’s burden a couple of years ago – but what he says there about race could be applied to gender, sexuality, class, you name it.
(Seriously, I cannot overemphasise what a good way to spend five minutes of one's life watching that video is.)
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James Butler, in reply to
By this analogy, the non-materialistic self-made would drive classic cars.
And all this time I thought I was being off-topic.
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Islander, in reply to
Must admit, only gull's eggs, Jackie...one of our wicked neighbours at Moeraki introduced us to that swift pleasure (only one, before you collect a single egg from each full nest he said- makes the gulls know you.)
Yep. Enough to divebomb, shit on you, and skirl especially loudly...
but he also taught us to cook gull's eggs in a kelp sack, whole or shelled, and they were bloody delicious.
I totally luurrrve poached eggs! It is one of my paticular peculiar pleasures to teach any family kid who wants to learn, how to poach, coddle, and properly scramble chook eggs...
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A load of old coddlers...
if anyone wishes to leave me some egg coddlers in their will, I'd be most grateful! Makes the egg unbelievably soft and delicate. Yum.
Colbert did a magnificent bit on neutral man’s burden a couple of years ago
Oh yes, the "things-I-have-learned bias". Genius.
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DexterX, in reply to
Hendrix, newly arrived in London, getting invited by Cream to play support, then utterly upstaging the headliners by finishing with his incredible version of 'Sunshine of Your Love'.
Dig - I always considered that famous bit of graffiti “Clapton is God” was meant to be “Clapton is Good but Hendrix is better”, however the “Dude” writing it got distracted and needed to finish up before he got arrested.
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Russell Brown, in reply to
I’ve noticed that I only comment when people talk about lurkers – pretty sure this was the last time I commented, ooh, about 4 years ago. I’m the archetypal lurker. I’d offer myself as a research subject but I’m too busy lurking to answer any research questionnaires.
But what if someone really, really needed to know whether you are a chief household shopper?
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Lilith __, in reply to
I’ve noticed that I only comment when people talk about lurkers – pretty sure this was the last time I commented, ooh, about 4 years ago. I’m the archetypal lurker. I’d offer myself as a research subject but I’m too busy lurking to answer any research questionnaires.
But what if someone really, really needed to know whether you are a cheap household shopper?
You said yourself, we don't click! :-)
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Russell Brown, in reply to
Given that I fixed that typo in less than 30 seconds, you'd think I'd get away with it.
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Stephanie, in reply to
I'm both chief and cheap.
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Islander, in reply to
I was extremely lucky because I was given a Royal Worcestershire single egg coddler decades ago by one of my Nanna's neighbours - she was a gruff bristley woman who didnt like hefty bossy little girls, but she'd learned I didnt like eating red meat...I never knew her name, but I truly & deeply appreciate her gesture & her gift.
And, glory! The eggs! -
I’ll just be over here with all the other elderly women sucking eggs.
I wasn’t telling you to suck eggs, Jackie, nor was I even talking about you in particular. But privilege isn’t about “being snobby”, nor is it about being political correct. It’s about understanding the way that society has ideas about what is normal, and how, if you don’t fit into that, you’re somehow “other”, and thus, less important.
Here’s another example. Yesterday, I went to the supermarket. I wanted to buy stockings. The brand I wanted was on special, all varieties of it, except for the “curvaceous” range. So, because my stockings take more fabric, they’re already more expensive, and not discounted along with the rest. As a fat woman, not only do I have to put up with my clothing being condescendingly named “curvaceous”, it costs me more to dress. That’s thin privilege. And it means I feel like shit when I go to get dressed.
And so, when we talk about issues of race and sex and gender and class, we have to be very careful that we’re acknowledging the way our own privileges play into our ideas. And that can be hard, because it’s so very natural to want to be a good person who everyone loves. And saying “wait, is it possible that the fact _I_ worked really hard to get where I am is colouring the fact that I can’t see why anyone else can’t” is hard”. Or choosing to use the word normative, when to other people, that might be really fucking offensive.
But we should. Because we cause unintentional hurt, at best. And at worst, there is real violence around, that gets ignored, because we can’t bring ourselves to look outside our own prism of experience. At best, I can't buy the stcokings I want. Or, I get called a fat bitch as I walk down courtenay Place (3 days ago.) At worst, I don't get the healthcare I need, because I happen to be overweight, or someone chooses to view me as a victim because of it.
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Megan, I know what other is. I've known it all my life. And I understand everything you are saying, and I agree with you. I just don't like that p word.
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Sacha, in reply to
I'm both chief and cheap
Prefer to think of myself as eminently affordable
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"privilege" has so many meanings - even the tiny "Concise OED" runs on for half a page.
It has become slighted/condensed/limited - and thus, made kinda useless.
I mean: I think I am privileged because, for most of my life I've been semi-blind.
It means - I've always looked very closely at everything, and - also- never trusted what I actually see.
I'm privileged because I have *extremely* good hearing (hearing an insect walk across paper? Yup.) Except it also means I cant live - without screaming- or (most especially) work in city environments.
I am most definitely especially privileged by being the eldest sibling in a strongly matriarchal whanau line - except in my particular line of work, males still pretty well rule (where are the Spiral Collectives of today?)
I am weirdly privileged by being an asexual - but that hasnt stopped a couple of vicious sexual attacks. Also, it means I do not have the kind of partnership I love seeing in my siblings & friends (even if - sometimes! - it doesnt last all that long.)
I am privileged in living in a wonderful place - but, due to age & lack of adequate
income- will have to leave that place rather soon.Privilege is a happenstance of time & being & place-
Ups and downs.
Swings and roundabouts.
Privilege/d/s and detriments.
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