Category Archive 'Millennials'
26 Nov 2019
John Ziegler, at Mediate, argues that the bad behavior of those left-wing millennial snowflakes at last Saturday’s Harvard-Yale Game is exactly the kind of thing producing the opposite results from those the perpetrators desire.
[T]he annual Harvard-Yale football game, known as â€œThe Gameâ€ as one of the most storied rivalries in all of college sports, was delayed for about an hour because of students protesting â€œClimate Changeâ€ on the field at the end of halftime. No big deal, right?
To most observers this seemingly minor development was viewed as somewhere between a source of mild amusement and trivial nuisance. But to me, it was a total outrage, and symbolic of how liberals losing their damn minds is paving a path, via extreme political correctness, for President Donald Trump to somehow win reelection.
First, letâ€™s lay out the situation. These protesters, who had apparently been planning this stunt for months, took the field at the very end of the halftime intermission (as opposed to the beginning of it) for the expressed purpose of causing a delay to the game and therefore getting more media attention.
It appears that the authorities at Yale, where the contest was played at the venerable and historic Yale Bowl, were well aware of what was going down. They treated the students, who were clearly trespassing, with the kind of kid gloves which this generation, one that has spent their childhood receiving trophies they never earned and being constantly protected from having their feelings hurt, has come to fully expect.
These spoiled-brat demonstrators apparently thought nothing of selfishly disrupting the most important game of the year for their fellow students, many of whom were playing the final football games of their lives, and all of whom had worked their asses off to prepare for it (Yale was playing for at a least a share of the Ivy League championship). In response to their terroristic tactics, the administrators of each super-liberal super school were clearly terrified of disrupting their political statement, which was completely irrelevant to anything having to do with football, or really even Harvard and Yale.
After taking quite a bit of time to allow for the changing of the diapers of the student protesters (apparently many other woke students, never wanting to be left out of an attention-seeking act of virtue-signaling, joined in from the stands as the demonstration dragged on), the authorities then decided to grant the request of many of the activists to be arrested. All of this caused the teams to go back into their locker rooms, thus creating further delay because they had to warm up all over again once the field was finally cleared of all the remaining wokeness.
It should be noted that there seems to be zero doubt that, because being against climate change is considered by liberal elites to be inherently good, the protesters were treated vastly differently than if they had somehow decided to champion a conservative cause. Does anyone serious believe that if a group of â€œPro-lifeâ€ students had done the same exact thing to protest abortion (an issue over which a college has a heck of a lot more control than climate change) that they would not have been immediately kicked off the field and probably suspended, or worse, from each school?!
On ESPN, which was broadcasting the game, the coverage of what was going on was about as liberally biased as it would have been if MSNBC had been doing the commentary. Led by former network political analyst and anchor Jack Ford, the whole fiasco was treated as if was simply a weather delay without even a hint of condemnation of the students for the significant chaos they had caused to the game (by the way, the weather for the game was absolutely perfect for football, so perhaps climate change isnâ€™t really so horrible).
As it turned out, the anarchy provoked by the protesters had even more impact than would be initially understood because of a perfect storm of circumstances. You see, the Yale Bowl, built in 1914, has no lights, and New Haven, Connecticut is one of the very first cites on the East Coast to lose sunlight this time of year.
Consequently, when Yale made a furious comeback to send the game into overtime, the most critical plays of the game ended up being played in near total darkness. Had Harvard pulled off just one more good play, the lack of light would have forced the game to be declared a tie, thus costing Yale the share of their league title that they would eventually win.
I get mocked on Twitter all the time whenever I mention a crazy episode like this helping Trumpâ€™s re-election efforts. Obviously, no one is going into the voting booth next November with this debacle on their minds (though, now that this horrible precedent has been set, I can see stuff like this happening more frequently and becoming a prominent news topic).
Instead, what I mean by this is that there is a whole group of key voters, particularly in critical states, who are more than willing to ditch Trump as long as that doesnâ€™t mean giving liberals the power to completely mess with their lives in a radical way. Seeing a major college football game almost destroyed because of this kind of liberal nonsense and overt hypocrisy is the exact type of story which makes those voters very nervous about handing everything over to a bunch of lunatics.
As I have said many times before, Trumpâ€™s political rocket-ship is fueled by the extremely negative reaction Middle America has to political correctness. What the kids at Yale did was just add a bit more gas to his tank (which is ironic given their protest of fossil fuels).
The funny part here is that I am quite sure that these children are all quite proud of themselves today. But in reality they did more to help a man they hate than they did to combat climate change.
23 Nov 2019
Frans Syders, The Fowl Market, 1618, Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge.
A Cambridge college has removed a 17th century painting from the wall of its dining hall after students complained it was putting them off their food.
Hughes Hall reportedly received complaints from vegetarians students about The Fowl Market, which shows a collection of dead animals hanging from hooks.
The painting, by Flemish artist Frans Snyders, was on long-term loan from the universityâ€™s Fitzwilliam Museum but has now been taken down.
It has been replaced in the dining room by a work by Damian Hirst.
A spokesman for the museum told the Daily Telegraph: â€œSome diners felt unable to eat because it was on the wall. People who donâ€™t eat meat found it slightly repulsive. They asked for it to come down.â€
Millennials keep setting new records in pussification, don’t they?
The irony of replacing a Flemish still-life essentially depicting comestible abundance with some artwork by “Maggots Hatching into Flies,” “Sliced-up Cow and Calf,” “Dead Shark in Formaldehyde,” “Human Skull Covered in Diamonds” Damien Hirst is downright exquisite. Now, it will be the people who know good art who will suffer from deranged digestion.
03 Nov 2019
The British newspaper the Scottish Sun reports on a recent pronouncement from an “Instagram Influencer.” I know what Instagram is, but I had not been aware that it had “influencers.” I also had not really been aware that British millennials successfully rivaling ours in deficient masculinity. Wow!
Freddie Bentley, 22, said he thought the schoolsâ€™ curriculum on the devastating conflict should be cut back because it was â€œso intenseâ€.
Bentley, who appeared on The Circle, told Good Morning Britain today: â€œIt was a hard situation, World War 2, I don’t want anyone to think I’m being disrespectful.â€
He added: â€œI remember learning it as a child thinking â€˜Oh my God it’s so intenseâ€™.â€
He thought that any mental health issues a youngster may have could be worsened by learning about the war that saw the Allied forces defeat Nazi Germany.
He told the showâ€™s presenters Ben Shephard and Kate Garraway: â€œ’I don’t think encouraging death or telling people how many people died in the world war is going to make it better.â€
Instead of youngsters learning about the horrendous war that claimed at least 70million lives, Bentley suggested schools could instruct pupils in topics such as understanding Brexit and how to get a mortgage.
He said: â€œThere’s so many problems going on in the world, like Brexit, that’s not taught in schools.
â€œWhen I left school it hit me like a ton of bricks – I didn’t know anything to do with life.”
Currently, Key Stage 3 pupils learn about about the war, covering areas such as the rise of Adolf Hitler and the Nazis, the Battle of Dunkirk and Winston Churchill’s leadership.
22 Oct 2019
Arnold Gingrich, once upon a time the editor of Esquire.
Long ago, Esquire used to publish articles celebrating masculinity and male interests, including contributors like Ernest Hemingway. The quality of those 1930s and ’40s issues was such that people now collect them.
Today, Esquire is an excruciatingly irritating voice of metrosexual soyboy hysteria endlessly denouncing Trump and grovelling apologetically on behalf of all mankind before the idols of politically correct wokeness.
Brian Patrick Eha notes that the same thing is happening today across the entire men’s lifestyle magazine genre and subscriptions are everywhere precipitously declining.
When the culture changes,â€ Esquire contributing editor Wesley Yang wrote earlier this year, â€œeach of us must either seek an accommodation or choose a hill to die on.â€ He was reviewing Bret Easton Ellisâ€™s White, a collection of jeremiads, many aimed, like poison darts, at millennials, the cohort Ellis has dubbed â€œGeneration Wuss.â€ The voice of an earlier generation, Ellis, who is gay, finds himself shocked byâ€”and contemptuous ofâ€”the weak-mindedness and quickness to take offense typical of some millennials. …
In June, Hearst promoted Esquire.com editor Michael Sebastian to replace Fielden as editor-in-chief. As with Pels at Cosmopolitan, the idea is to bring a digital sensibility to the print productâ€”while making digital the top priority. Esquire, a source told WWD, will be getting â€œa full Cosmo.â€ I take this to mean that the trends identified in this essay will only accelerate, and that the commitment to social-justice ideology will only harden; that Esquire will soon descend into the sucking morass of what Yang aptly calls â€œwoke clickbait.â€ No doubt the magazine will struggle on for a time, like a punctured blimp leaking helium, deflating while still aloft, but if it grows in prominenceâ€”if the metrics that men like Troy Young care about improve for a timeâ€”it will be only as a wounded airship, once high up in the atmosphere, grows larger in the eye as it sinks slowly groundward.
Just as one canâ€™t reinflate a leaky blimp, there is little reason to believe that Esquireâ€™s editorial quality will improve under Sebastian, however much he juices web traffic. The great menâ€™s magazines may eke out a lucrative afterlife hawking clothes and branding nightclubs in India; but as magazines, they are dying or deadâ€”and the dead do not improve.
16 Oct 2019
Harvard has a traditional Fall Clean-Up, in which freshman student employees arrive early to make a few bucks tiding up Harvard’s residential houses in preparation for the arrival of the entire undergraduate student body.
Although cleaning dormitory rooms and bathrooms is work, Harvard tries to put an element of fun into it as well.
What is Fall Clean-Up?
For more than sixty years, Dorm Crew has welcomed Harvard first-years to campus for our annual Fall Clean-Up (FCU). Created in 1951, Dorm Crew is a student employment and leadership program that is entirely managed and operated by Harvard undergraduates. Today, Dorm Crew offers employment opportunities, leadership development, advising resources, and pre-orientation programing to more than 800 students annually. Each year, 300 incoming first-years join FCU to have fun and work hard while cleaning and preparing the dorms for student move-in. Throughout the week, students will have the opportunity to explore and engage with Harvardâ€™s campus and community through various planned events. …
Year after year, students have found Fall Clean-Up to be a rewarding experience that offers a great community of friends and provides an unrivaled introduction to the diversity of the Harvard community, the aged beauty of Harvard’s student residences, and the vibrant life of Harvard Square. Under the guidance of our upperclassman captains, we aim to deliver a Fall Clean-Up experience that truly orients students to what life at Harvard is all about.
Some alumni report that they enjoyed the experience:
As I reflect back on my life, that first week or two of freshman year, with the bonding with my fellow freshman Dorm Crew members, was an extraordinary stress reliever as we found out about each other and that we were all scared to death that Harvard had made a mistake admitting each one of us! I will never forget those initial few weeks in Cambridge.” â€”Ray Peters ’69
â€œI loved FCU because I met some of my best friends at Harvard and found a community that has been really important to me throughout my time in college.â€
â€”Sarah E. Lagan â€˜19
But the Harvard Crimson staff stroked its collective chin, and decided there was a PROBLEM here.
Oh, migod! Who would have imagined? Not everyone at Harvard is rich, some people are there on scholarship and need to take jobs in order to earn money. Everyone is not the same. It just isn’t fair!
Bedford felt out of place, just as the sight of trash in Murdockâ€™s sink left him feeling neglected by the University. From the beginning, Bedford and Murdock felt that the University deemed them different from their peers.
It took Bedford some time to pinpoint exactly why he felt alienated. Amidst meeting other students and recovering from jetlag, he did not look around and think, â€œOh, weâ€™re all here because weâ€™re poor and we need money.â€ At the time, he says he â€œhad no conception of theâ€ â€” here, his voice lowers in emphasis â€” â€œdisparity that is present on this campus between rich and poor.â€ But shortly into his time at Harvard, he began to reconsider the way Fall Clean-Up functions: It distinguishes between the students who need to earn quick money for school supplies and those who do not.
Many of the students who end up participating in FCU would have liked to do other programs. â€œWhat turned me off about FUP at the time wasnâ€™t what it was, but what it wasnâ€™t. And it wasnâ€™t a program that paid me,â€ Ibrahim says. â€œFall Clean-Up gave me dollars, and I needed that.â€
During pre-orientation, some students can afford to do what they love. Others donâ€™t have that luxury.
I’ve noticed the exact same problem in life after college. If you want something, if you want a home with electricity, heat, and in-door plumbing, you actually have to get a job and work to pay for all of it.
15 Aug 2019
Fellowship of the Minds posts a Millennial story from Georgetown Adjunct Professor of Public Relations and Journalism Carol Blymire.
In a series of tweets on July 12, 2019, Blymire recounted a story she overheard of a millennial â€œin her late 20sâ€ in Washington, DC, getting feedback on something she had written from her boss, who is also female:
In office space near a client, a young woman was meeting with her boss. She was (by my estimation) in her late 20s.
The boss (also a woman) was giving her feedback and reviewing edits she had made on something this young woman wrote.
They had been speaking in low tones, but their volume got louder toward the end of the conversation because the young woman was getting agitated about a particular edit.
That particular edit was correcting the spelling of â€œhampsterâ€ to â€œhamsterâ€. Apparently she had used the phrase â€œlike spinning in a hamster wheelâ€ in this draft (presumably) speech or or op-ed.
The young woman kept saying, â€œI donâ€™t know why you corrected that because I spell it with the P in it.â€ The boss said (calmly), â€œBut thatâ€™s not how the word is spelled. There is no P in hamster.â€
Young woman: â€œBut you donâ€™t know that! I learned to spell it with a P in it so thatâ€™s how I spell it.â€
The boss (remaining very calm and professional), letâ€™s go to https://t.co/n2ZU5Uuuy3 and look it up together. (mind you, this is a woman in her late 20s, not a 5th grader)
The young woman insists she doesnâ€™t need to look it up because itâ€™s FINE to spell it with a P because thatâ€™s HOW SHE WANTED TO SPELL IT.
The boss says, â€œLetâ€™s look over the rest of the piece so I can explain the rest of my edits.â€ They do, and I can see the young woman is fighting back tears. The boss is calm, cool, and handles this with professionalism and empathy.
Boss says, â€œI know edits can be difficult to go over sometimes, especially when youâ€™re working on new kinds of things as you grow in your career, but itâ€™s a necessary process and makes us all better at what we do.â€
Boss gets up from table and goes to her office and the young woman can barely hold it together. She moves to another table in the common workspace area, drops all her stuff loudly on the table top, and starts texting. A minute later, her phone rings.
It was her mom. She had texted her mom to call her because it was urgent, and Iâ€™m sure her mother maybe thought she was in the ER or something. She then â€¦ PUTS HER MOM ON SPEAKERPHONE. IN THE WORKPLACE.
She bursts into tears and wants her mom to call her boss and tell her not to be mean about telling her how to spell words like â€œhamsterâ€.
The mother tells her that her boss is an idiot and she doesnâ€™t have to listen to her and she should go to the bossâ€™ boss to file a complaint about not allowing creativity in her writing.
The young woman kept saying, â€œI thought what I wrote was perfect and she just made all these changes and then had the nerve to tell me I was spelling words wrong when I know they are right because that is how I have always spelled them.â€
She then went on (still on speakerphone) to tell her mom Iâ€™m very great and office-inappropriate detail about how hungover she was and what she and her friends did with some guys the night before. Mom laughed and laughed.
The colleagues in and around the workplace kept looking at one another and some even put earbuds/headphones in/on. It appeared as though this was a regular thing with her.
She ended the conversation asking her mom how she should bring this up with the bossâ€™ boss. â€œI mean, I always spell hamster with a P, she has no right to criticize me.â€ [â€¦]
Based on the way her mom spoke to her and they way they spoke to one another, it seemed as though this young woman had never been told she was anything but perfect by family. [â€¦]
Her boss seemed as dumbfounded through the conversation as I was in overhearing it.
I think I was most perplexed by the insistence of wanting to spell something the way she wanted to because SHE WANTED TO, ignoring the fact that there are rules and dictionaries. And seeming offended that anyone would suggest the use of an outside resource as reference. …
HT: G.W. Bowen.
27 Jul 2019
Left: Rachel DeLoache Williams; right: “Anna Delvey,” really Anna Sorokin in Marrakech.
She posed as a German heiress planning to lease for her own foundation a Manhattan building for a visual-arts center dedicated to contemporary art, which would also house a lounge, bar, art galleries, studio space, restaurants, and a members-only club.
She met fashionable young New York professionals at chic restaurants and bars where, Ooops! her phone failed to work when trying to charge the check, and she hadn’t bothered carrying a credit card. So her new friends obliging picked up the tab this time.
She took the dazzled Rachel DeLoache Williams, who worked at Vanity Fair, on a little outing to a [Â£5,485 a night] villa she’d booked at Marrakech. But it did not work quite the way Rachel was expecting.
On the morning we were supposed to leave, she asked for my help booking the flights because there was a problem with her card. I didnâ€™t think too much of it; this was just the way she was: disorganised. Iâ€™d seen her book things last minute so many times and I knew she would reimburse me.
From there, it was a trickle effect. At the airport, Anna â€˜accidentallyâ€™ checked her wallet, which meant I had to pay for everyoneâ€™s dinner (she brought a photographer and her personal trainer, too). Her card still wasnâ€™t working for the rest of the trip, so I began adding things to a tab (dinners, kaftans). I had presumed our villa was pre-paid, but at some point the hotel manager began asking to speak with Anna.
The penny drops
On the third day of the trip, I walked into our villa and the hotel managers were standing in the doorway. Anna was sitting with her phone on the table in front of her, like she was waiting for something. A call, apparently. One of the managers turned to me and asked if I had a credit card. They were firm. I looked to Anna and she said â€˜use it for nowâ€™. My stomach sank. It would have felt weirdly ungrateful to show my annoyance, so I gave it to them. I was told the charge was only temporary â€“ it wasnâ€™t â€“ and I left the next morning, a day before she did.
This is when everything started to unravel. Every day I asked her for the money back and every day she promised it would arrive. I thought she was just doing a characteristically bad job of following through with logistical things. It was $62,000 [about Â£48,800] in total.
This went on for an excruciatingly long time â€“ two months â€“ and my life started falling apart. I was having panic attacks constantly, not sleeping. It took me a strikingly long time to even ask myself the question: what if she never pays you back? Because that would mean Iâ€™d have to look at how that would impact my life, and I knew if I did that, I wouldâ€™ve lost it. I already wasnâ€™t saving any money â€“ New York is expensive, and I was barely breaking even â€“ so to be set back 60-something thousand dollars? It felt like, â€˜I am never going to get out of this hole. This is where it ends for me. Iâ€™m not going to get to buy a house, Iâ€™m not going to get to be a real adult, Iâ€™m never going to have kids.â€™
More book excerpts at Crime Reads.
But, cheer up, Rachel wrote up the story of her misfortunes as a book, My Friend Anna: The True Story of a Fake Heiress, and she will probably come out ahead in the end.
24 Jul 2019
Taki recently had some unkind thoughts about today’s rising generation, all their talk about trigger-warnings and microaggressions, their complaints about being made to feel “unsafe.”
[L]etâ€™s [discuss] the young, or snowflakes, as theyâ€™re called nowadays. Last year I spent a week on the beaches of Normandy in the company of some military historians preparing their books for this yearâ€™s 75th anniversary of D-Day. We visited the first German bunker to be hit right on the edge of the beach about fifty yards from the sea. James Holland, the noted British historian, pointed out that the first Victoria Cross was awarded to a Scot grenadier who blew up the bunker, killing all the Germans inside. I pointed out to him that the defenders were mostly men over 50 and some youngsters of 16 and 17. They had a couple of machine guns and a Panzerfaustâ€”bazookaâ€”as weapons. Looking out, they had seen 6,700 ships or so firing their huge guns at them. No one had run. They had stood and died at their posts. It was not a popular argumentâ€”everyone was Britishâ€”but the courage of the German soldier was not disputed. Nor, of course, of the invading American, British, and Canadian troops.
What does the above have to do with the hissy fits sparked by our youth of today? Everything! The men who fought on the beaches 75 years ago never saw themselves as worthy of special treatment. None of them were â€œoffendedâ€ or â€œupsetâ€ when ordered to jump into the water under a hail of bullets and hit the beaches. Ditto the Germans when ordered to stand and fight against incredible superior odds. When the snowflakes complain about some rape scene in a long-ago-published book, and the fact they had not been warned about it, I wonder what the men who fought on those beaches must think. (Thank God for the brave men, very few are left alive to read such BS.) But dear readers, try to imagine these phone zombies, selfie addicts, and me-me-me gamers of today being ordered to attack or defend those beaches. They would expire before the first shot was fired. Long live us oldies.
08 Jul 2019
“O brave new world, That has such people in’t!”
How many years of school? How many hours a week working? For this?
But, hey! they get access to all the great SF restaurants!
21 Jun 2019
Not a bloody chance in Hell.
But here, in the Age of the Millennial, there are scrimshankers out there marketing a line of “Hemingway Accoutrements,” including, no less, a 1.7 oz (tiny!) bottle of “Ernest Hemingway Signature Eau de Parfum Cologne” for $65!
There’s clearly too much money in Brooklyn and in Portland.
Catch the ad copy:
The one-of-a-kind fragrance of the Hemingway Accoutrements Signature Eau de Parfum Cologne is a transcendent fragrance that will keep you returning time and time again.
Each satisfying inhale calms the soul with its rich, deep and sophisticated blend that opens with a surprising yet satisfying aroma of grapefruit. Very much like the citrus notes of the Daiquiri named after Ernest Hemingway himself.
While the grapefruit note lightly persists throughout it generously gives way to a complex fusion of deep bourbon, classic cedarwood, and rich full grain leather.
Underlying that richness, you’ll enjoy the warmth of honey-like amber, smooth sandalwood, fine tobacco, and Madagascar vanilla.
As you savor each whiff, you can’t help to think that this must have been the aroma that permeated the atmosphere of Papaâ€™s Havana home.
What! no Hoppe’s Number 9?
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