"I'm giving fwow-up." - Peter Feld on Bluesky
SneerClub
Hurling ordure at the TREACLES, especially those closely related to LessWrong.
AI-Industrial-Complex grift is fine as long as it sufficiently relates to the AI doom from the TREACLES. (Though TechTakes may be more suitable.)
This is sneer club, not debate club. Unless it's amusing debate.
[Especially don't debate the race scientists, if any sneak in - we ban and delete them as unsuitable for the server.]
In this collection’s finest work, Levy’s sentences are cold poetry of a sort. She deals individual cards rather than handles an entire deck. Her stories are vignettes, and the observations whoosh past your ears: “We wouldn’t be collectivizing the Adderall sector”; on drugs, “I could dig a hole to China and save the Uyghurs”; “Ronan Farrow is the only person who could truly relate to him”; “No one wants a Holocaust comparison, but isn’t this what we learned on those field trips we all had to take to museums of tolerance?”; “I wonder where the girls with mustache finger tattoos are now”; “Last night, Ivan and I were texting about all the hot art-world-adjacent millennial girls he knows who have been diagnosed with autism.” There are jokes about taking Greta Thunberg’s and Barron Trump’s virginity.
The lesser work in “My First Book” sinks to high school graduation speech level. “We are the future of the planet” and “I wonder if we will ever get to where we are going” and “Time has never moved faster than it is moving right now” and so on.
I'm sorry, "lol girls with mustache fingers" is high literature but "we are the future of the planet" is stupid? Did the author flip a coin on each of those to decide where it'd go?
Also what the fuck is this about Adderall, I don't even understand what it would mean to collectivise "the Adderall sector", but wasn't there a shortage of ADD medication not so long ago where people who needed it couldn't get it? Wouldn't we want to collectivise this??
What is, and I mean this with all sincerity of my heart, any of this fucking bullshit?
searches Dimes Square, wikipedia
Dimes Square is a so-called "microneighborhood" of New York City, located between the Chinatown and Lower East Side neighborhoods of Manhattan.
Okay, sure
The term Dimes Square has become a metonym for a number of associated reactionary aesthetic movements centered in the area, particularly several events and podcasts funded by Peter Thiel.
Why do we continue on this Earth even though it's clearly a doomed endeavour?
Media associated with the area include the podcast Red Scare
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The show has been associated with the dirtbag left and the new right,
"New right" redirects to "Right-wing populism" and I would like anyone to explain to me how is the same old reactionary nonsense "new" in any way. In any case, how the fuck is it possible to be associated with anti-fascists and fascists at the same time?
as well as the subculture surrounding Dimes Square. It has been described in The Cut as "a critique of feminism, and capitalism, from deep inside the culture they've spawned."
"Hey, how about we pick two bad things to focus on?"
"Capitalism..."
"That's a great choice, plenty of terrible stuff there..."
"... and feminism."
"... You were doing so well."
What even is this ideology? Reactionaries but with bubble tea?
“New right” redirects to “Right-wing populism” and I would like anyone to explain to me how is the same old reactionary nonsense “new” in any way. In any case, how the fuck is it possible to be associated with anti-fascists and fascists at the same time?
I’d have gone with Neue Americanische Freundschaft but it’s both too subtle and already taken
This shit is intended to be ideologically confused. Its purpose is to seduce dissatisfied progressives towards fascism. See also, Grayzone, Caleb Maupin, the history of holocaust denial on the ultra left, there's plenty of flavours.
"Antisemitism is the socialism of fools" etc. On this subject I've always been a fan of this Moishe Postone article: Anti-Semitism and National Socialism
The turn to biology and the desire for a return to “natural origins,” combined with an affirmation of technology, which appear in many forms in the early twentieth century, should be understood as expressions of the antinomic fetish that gives rise to the notion that the concrete is “natural,” and which increasingly presents the socially “natural” in such a way that it is perceived in biological terms. The hypostatization of the concrete and the identification of capital with the manifest abstract underlie a form of “anticapitalism” that seeks to overcome the existing social order from a standpoint which actually remains immanent to that order. Inasmuch as that standpoint is the concrete dimension, this ideology tends to point toward a more concrete and organized form of overt capitalist social synthesis. This form of “anticapitalism,” then, only appears to be looking backward with yearning. As an expression of the capital fetish its real thrust is forward. It emerges in the transition from liberal to bureaucratic capitalism and becomes virulent in a situation of structural crisis.
This form of “anticapitalism,” then, is based on a one-sided attack on the abstract. The abstract and concrete are not seen as constituting an antinomy where the real overcoming of the abstract—of the value dimension—involves the historical overcoming of the antinomy itself as well as each of its terms. Instead there is the one-sided attack on abstract reason, abstract law, or, at another level, money and finance capital. In this sense it is antinomically complementary to liberal thought, where the domination of the abstract remains unquestioned and the distinction between positive and critical reason is not made.
Decoding the Gurus did an episode on this stuff. Imagine anti-vax hipsters with extreme vocal fry and self-diagnosis of autism.
listened to this, they do a great job of breaking down the berniecrat -> orangeman pipeline, characterizing it as mainly driven by vibes and unserious thought.
Their brains are so saturated with information that they naturally need to explore extreme viewpoints to feel stimulated.
need to explore extreme viewpoints to feel stimulated.
maybe they should do less of whatever generated this and instead spend their time trying to solve the Lament Configuration.
this is a remarkably concise assessment (of one of the obsessions?) of that group, goddamn
I've been mulling over how I wanted to reply to voldek's post and you just .... steamrolled that
I'm not judging, my SneerClub attendance can be described as "exploring extreme cause I'm bored" but... Feminism is not an extreme viewpoint?
It is if you're Peter Thiel, I guess. America went wrong in 1920, doncha know.
“He’d burn a church for her.” He thinks, “I’m Ryan Gosling in Drive. I’m American Psycho. I’m Joker. I’m Taxi Driver.”
I love how clearly this communicates which of these she's seen.
@flizzo @dgerard I'm Ryan Gosling in Drive and Blue Valentine, but I'm not Ryan Gosling in Half Nelson or La La Land. I'm American Psycho, but I'm not The Rules of Attraction. I'm Taxi Driver, but I'm not Raging Bull.
Discard what's false and regard what's truest
Then render me thy answer to this:
What roles must I play when I'm Daniel Day-Lewis?
Weirdly (or maybe not, because Bret Easton Ellis) Patrick Bateman has a cameo in The Rules of Attraction
Blade Runner 2: Run Blader
Blade Ruiner
(copyright concerns)
Can we take a detour to mock Dwight Garner as well?
> What pushes Levy’s stories beyond being merely on the level of smart magazine essays is the empathy you can sense below the starkness of her sentences. A typical observation: “When I’m at a party and I look across the room I can see everyone holding their red Solo cups and hurting.”
So the kind of faux deep lyrics & poetry we all wrote in our spiral notebooks at 14 is unusual empathy in stark sentences.
What pushes Levy’s stories beyond being merely on the level of smart magazine essays is the empathy you can sense below the starkness of her sentences. A typical observation: “When I’m at a party and I look across the room I can see everyone holding their red Solo cups and hurting.”
"When I am at a party, I feel like nobody understands me," said the voice of a generation.
One character is nearly canceled when, on a college radio station, she says, “Trigger warnings trigger me.”
2014 sent a Vine; they want their joke back.
Generations no longer understand one another because we haven’t been injected with the same memes.
"Marvy. Fab. Far out," deadpanned Calvin's father.
I'm imagining a Dorothy Parker review of Honor Levy. "It took gumption to call this My First Book, in the face of the inevitable riposte, 'And it should be your last.'"
Monday. Cold pizza and a vape around 2 pm. The Adderall at the Urbit meetup last night was too revolting, but what can you do? You can't stay up til 5 posting nrx thirst traps on just nothing. They had those divine dubstep remixers in the green coats, and Mike Crumplar was perfectly scathing, angling for a hate-fuck, and it couldn't have been funnier. Absolute VOG unit!
— from "Diary of a Dimes Square Lady (during Days of Panic, Frenzy and World Change)"
Tuesday. Found a cigarette butt in my Solo cup. Couldn't have been more overwhelmed with the existentialness of it all. Perfect generation moment, absolutely hilarisad. Uwu! Got two tickets to Cancel Me Harder, You Motherfucking Bitch. Playing at the best basement in the whole D-Square, can you believe it? Called up some completely wonderful numbers, but couldn't find anybody to go with except Roger. Wouldn't be seen dead with him after that business with Mike, but what can you do?
Wednesday. Cancel Me Harder, You Motherfucking Bitch was the definitive worst. Laugh riot from end to end! Couldn't have had a better time, even if Roger does still post to X when he should know that Nostr is the future.
Thursday. Found another cigarette butt in last night's Solo cup. Truth bomb time: what gives, yo? Rode the subway, thought hard about how everyone's face is just a mask for their true self. Thinking I need to upgrade my avi. It's completely the season for pixel art! Gotta ask Kevin about the best prompts, so I don't get something absolutely dreadful.
Friday. Oopsies! Turns out I've been leaving the cig butts in my own Solo cups! I couldn't be more embarrassed, but ChatGPT says that the benzos can't cause memory loss.
Saturday. Rode the subway to CVS. Bought myself an absolutely dismal new eyeliner, took a selfie with The Bell Curve. Hashtag totes not sponsored, hashtag unfiltered!
Sunday. Oopsies! Those cig butts? Turns out I've been leaving them in my own Solo cups! I couldn't be more completely mortified. I really came in a fluffer that time, but what can you do?
btw, this needs to be posted to AO3 with tags "Dimes Square" "Honor Levy" "Peter Thiel" "Urbit"
Book carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen it's true face.
I am intrigued by your ripostes and wish to offer you a book deal.
I assume "organ-meat eater" is a euphemism for "sucks his own dick"
Nah. A man who sucks his own dick? That takes effort and deserves respect.
Is a strong independent man he who sucks his own dick
"organ meat" is a whole weird Tiktok dietary pseudoscience influencer marketing thing.
I think it started from this guy but it's a whole genre now.
Nazis, of course, love pseudoscience diet shit.
I think it was a thing before that, but just underground in the nazi/manosphere/alt right/red pill circles (As they are always looking for the next 'this is what society (parenthesis optional) took from you!' thing), it is just horrible they now have influencers. The mainstreaming of bad fringe ideas is worrying.
Oh yeah I've heard of the testicle munchers, I just wanted to crack wise.
Every time I read the words "Dimes Square" a red mist descends