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27494. arkymalarky - 7/1/2013 7:42:40 AM PM, I hate that your circuit is so narrow and undeveloped after all these years. Reading your posts is like entering a time warp. But that's really yourproblem, not ours. 27495. arkymalarky - 7/1/2013 7:49:49 AM "Their condition is still a mistake, and it's wrong to fetishize it as some sort of valuable identity that needs to be protected and nurtured. So if in the future you have the ability to make a choice about that condition in future children, you should do the right thing by removing it. We don't need to perpetuate transgenders like they're a rare species."
Seriously, this is beyond stupid. What would be the reason for eliminating them any more than removing dyslexics or whatever other types make you squirm? If you want to be shocking and provocative, at least don't be so lazy about it that you don't even bother to construct a decent support for your pile of doo doo. On 27496. arkymalarky - 7/1/2013 7:51:49 AM I do love the ridiculous false premises. People are just fetishizing all over the place when it comes to trans genders. Hahaha! 27497. arkymalarky - 7/1/2013 7:54:14 AM And you do realize Downs Syndrome children are identified before birth, right? 27498. arkymalarky - 7/1/2013 8:02:26 AM Wow. I guess he turned into a pumpkin. 27499. bhelpuri - 7/1/2013 8:13:21 AM No, chump is doing Internet research. It's bleakly hilarious how little has changed for PMS in what, a decade? 27500. PincherMartin - 7/1/2013 8:14:32 AM Arky:
"The use of the word mistake is idiotic on its face. There are a host of characteristics people are born with that "reduce fitness," whatever the hell that means."
It's a common evolutionary term. Common. It refers to a reduced propensity in a particular group to reproduce.
For God's sakes, google it if you have to. Or just pretend you know what the hell I'm talking about.
Why is this important, and why do I call them mistakes? Because almost all characteristics which reduce fitness will disappear in a population over time. They will become increasingly rare and vanish.
But a few don't seem to. Like automobile accidents on a stretch of road, they crop up predictably every so often for various reasons. Disease. Bad combination of genes. An environmental accident. Or some combination of the above. Sometimes we know why; but often we don't.
In the old days, we usually didn't call the results of these "accidents" normal - even if we didn't understand why they were the way they were, and even if the condition wasn't that rare. It was sad day when you had a deaf baby. Or a chronically sick baby. Or a mentally handicapped baby. A parent was not happy with such normality. He didn't celebrate that his child might add to deaf culture.
"Your inability to grasp what constitutes an option wrt parenting a child and what doesn't leads me to wonder whether you have any concept of child development at all."
The argument is strictly a hypothetical one. In the future, all other things equal, if you're given a chance as a parent to change a particular rare condition like sexual orientation in your unborn child, one that will greatly affect the child's adult identity, do you do it?
Come on, this is not a hard question. 27501. PincherMartin - 7/1/2013 8:28:54 AM "PM, I hate that your circuit is so narrow and undeveloped after all these years. Reading your posts is like entering a time warp. But that's really your problem, not ours."
I disagree, Arky. It's the precise opposite. You and others here have stood in place all these years, not learning anything new. This place is like entering a time warp. I guess sometimes the hammock is too deep and comfortable to crawl out of in the afternoon.
It's true I argue in a similar fashion as I once did, but I don't believe in many of the same things I believed five years ago, let alone over a decade ago when I was last here for any extended period of time. I'm learning different things, doing different things in life, and having fun.
I think you and bhel (and others) are stuck in an intellectual rut. Nothing seems to interest you any more. Your views have congealed and hardened as you've gotten older. You see nothing worth debating. Instead, you've formed a sort of online mutual admiration society.
There are worse tragedies. And tomorrow you'll be able to go back to admiring each other without my interference. 27502. arkymalarky - 7/1/2013 8:36:34 AM Wow. I guess he turned into a pumpkin. 27503. bhelpuri - 7/1/2013 8:40:35 AM Hm. Some inadvertent truth there (like a stopped clock is right every 12 hrs). Let's consider.
Speaking only for myself, it is true that heated exchange with online entities does not stir any more. There are many reasons, starting with the fact this kind of Internet structure has dated, but also including the fact that one grows up.
It is mere truth that I could not possibly give less of a shit about PMS opinions. That's because the viewpoint, the world view, is entirely uninteresting to me, and if anything has become less interesting over the years.
By contrast, Pseuder retains some fascination. A non-plastic human being who we all connected with in different ways even with I-constraints. I feel all nostalgic now! Come play, old boy, all is forgiven! 27504. PincherMartin - 7/1/2013 8:46:39 AM "Seriously, this is beyond stupid. What would be the reason for eliminating them any more than removing dyslexics or whatever other types make you squirm?"
It's interesting that you should mention dyslexia, for just the other day I read some article which celebrated "dyslexic culture" or "society" as a positive thing. I can't find it now, but it's similar to this approach taken here.
This is an example of fetishizing a weakness or problem and then blaming the world for not accepting it in you. While that may be an appropriate individual response for someone who has the disease or problem, why is it an appropriate response for society to indulge them?
I've even heard of deaf people getting upset because of the possibility we might cure the condition in most deaf people. "What will happen to our culture !"
So the question remains: In the future, all other things equal, if you're given a chance as a parent to change or cure a particular rare condition like a high propensity to be a transgender, dyslexia, or deafness or in your unborn child, one that will greatly affect the child's adult identity, will you do it? 27505. PincherMartin - 7/1/2013 8:48:14 AM "By contrast, Pseuder retains some fascination. A non-plastic human being who we all connected with in different ways even with I-constraints. I feel all nostalgic now! Come play, old boy, all is forgiven!"
You don't get a shot at the champ, my boy, until you show you can play with the top contenders. 27506. bhelpuri - 7/1/2013 8:48:40 AM The further question is, does anyone give a shit when PMS the one doing the asking? 27507. bhelpuri - 7/1/2013 8:50:59 AM PMS gatekeeper for Pseuder? Yes, we are now in Kalyug!
Om namah shivaya. Peace out. 27508. PincherMartin - 7/1/2013 8:53:20 AM "The further question is, does anyone give a shit when PMS the one doing the asking?"
You're still here, aren't you?
27509. PincherMartin - 7/1/2013 8:56:12 AM "And you do realize Downs Syndrome children are identified before birth, right?"
I did and forgot about it when talking about Palin. My mistake. That was very sloppy of me.
27510. PincherMartin - 7/1/2013 8:58:49 AM "Wow. I guess he turned into a pumpkin."
We have all day tomorrow, sweet pea. I'm giving Alistair the benefit of the doubt that he's running our bet on American time.
But don't wear out your jokes. They're generally not as funny the second and third time around. 27511. arkymalarky - 7/1/2013 9:46:01 AM You'd do well to heed your own advice, sugarfoots. 27512. alistairconnor - 7/1/2013 9:52:37 AM I have been busily cut off from the world over the weekend, moving. Only 100 metres, but no less tiring. I think I could do a movie scenario, "Three removals and a funeral". Nobody's died yet, but the possibilities are numerous : my favourite is tumbling down four flights of stairs then crushed under a huge and fugly piece of woodpulp furniture of unnamed Scandinavian brand.
I had help from various people over the weekend, notably my Better Half's son, with whom I lugged the two items that wouldn't fit in the absurdly small lift (110x70 cm) : a couch and the aforementioned hunk of rat-biscuit.
On Sunday evening, I took my daughters to their mother's place in the country, and her boyfriend offered me a choice of two tables for my kitchen (he's currently clearing out his mother's house). The one I chose is a thing of beauty : round with two hinged panels that fold down, made of walnut, not what I would call an antique but very old and rustic. And a couple of period-piece formica chairs from the sixties. Perfect.
So at 10pm I am illegally parked and manoeuvring this masterpiece onto the handcart. I wrestle it up the half-flight of stairs to the lift (the building dates from 1960, and the lift stops in between every second floor, so you always have to walk up or down half a floor). After twenty minutes of wrangling, I persuade myself that the thing will go in the lift if I remove the cotton-reel-sized extensions that have been screwed into the bottom of the feet. It's that tight. So I fetch a screwdriver and a hacksaw (because one of the ancient screws is ununscrewable) and noisily remove these extensions. Bearing in mind that the hall lights time out every three minutes or so and I have to climb half a flight to turn them on again. More wrangling, and no... still doesn't quite fit the lift. I toy with the idea of removing the hinged panels, which would do it, but only manage to unscrew one of the six screws on the first one I tried. Then, a brainwave : the table is extendable, I undo a couple of hooks and I can pull it in half!
Well, it extends and extends. 140 cm in diameter, it must be over 2 metres fully deployed : my flat is too small, I'd have to clear most of the furniture out of the living room to use it at full extension. And to split it in half, I will have to knock out a couple of wedges. All beautifully crafted hardwood, the mechanism is a marvel.
But the wedges aren't giving in easily. After ten minutes of tap-tap-tapping with a hammer, I'm slowly getting there, and a guy comes out of the ground-floor flat to point out that I'm being noisy : it resonates, and it's now 11.30. 27513. alistairconnor - 7/1/2013 9:52:52 AM So I put the thing back together and resolve to lug it down to the cellar, where it won't be in anyone's way, until I can find some labour to hump it up the stairs. Did I mention, it's solid walnut, and unsurprisingly heavy? Then the guy comes back out of his flat, and says which floor do I live on? I tell him 7th, with a wry forget-about-it grin. OK, let's go, says he, and go we do.
The good thing about hardwood well-weathered furniture is that it won't fall to pieces at the merest bump, and even if you manage to dent it, no mean feat, it's all in character. We reach the 7th floor without incident, I thank him warmly and he goes to bed : it's midnight.
And I can finally head for the former flat to put a coat of paint on a bedroom door : I'm handing back the keys tomorrow morning.
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