As it relates to a recent viral TikTok video, as it was explained by the Dadvocate.
I haven’t watched the original video because it got taken down not only for being revenge porn but because you’re not allowed to show nudity on TikTok.
She should have posted it to their sister site, DickTok. Ha ha.
I do think it would be fun if there was a single site for women to share the unsolicited dick pics they get though.
Anonymously, of course, otherwise they would be as bad as DoorDash lady.
It could actually be of great scientific value as a basis for a wide analysis of the human penises of the world in all their splendiferous glory.
As well as advancing the accuracy of AI penises by leaps and bounds.
But enough silliness. (Aww. ) That was just a good test case for my thoughts on prejudice and how to test for it.
I don’t expect it to become a viral sensation like the Bechdel test because unlike said test, my test is primarily intended to be administered to oneself and that’s no fun.
It doesn’t take a lot of imagination to see how it could be applied to judging others, thought, which is always a more popular option.
You just have to doggedly ask the Bertrand test style question, “Well what if it was… ” and put the changed variable in there.
This will win you no friends, of course, because those who point out when other people are being bigoted are rarely thanked for their assistance.
Even if, or especially if, they are absolutely right.
Take it from one who knows.
That’s the thing about being a soothsayer and/or truth-sayer. You have to do it because you have a burning desire to put your truth into the world and try to make it win out over the perniciously self-serving lies in which people hide their general shittiness.
I mean, there were segregationists who would have insisted they weren’t racists.
And despite my general softening of my “veritas uber alles” pro-truth extremist attitudes at least as they apply to myself and my mental health, I will always been an outspoken firebrand when it comes to fighting selfish lies, petty cruelty, mass hypocrisy, and all other forms of public evil as I see it.
After all, technically, on paper, I am just a citizen sharing his opinion like everyone else.
I just happen to have a greater capacity for self-expression and insight than others. By like, a lot.
And while that arguably gives me an unfair advantage in, say, an argument with other people, it arguably means I have a greater responsibility to contribute to public discourse than the average citizen too.
I’m working on it.
I am great at the expressing part, it’s the getting people to listen part that is not within my current temperament or skillset.
Way in the back of my mind, I keep hoping that I’ll be like my old pal Nietzsche and toil away in utter obscurity until I get recognized as a genius by a small group of academics who eventually make me a household name.
And it’s possible. My stuff IS on the internet after all. I have followers on YouTube and TikTok and BlueSky. I could be discovered any minute now.
But it’s not bloody likely.
What I want to be able to do is climb to the higher metaphorical peak around and be able to shout my messages to the masses from up there.
With a loudspeaker, of course, otherwise nobody would be able to hear me.
Like many a visionary prophet before me, all I really want is for people to listen to me. Yes, it would be nice if my words actually convinced them and changed their minds – I am not speaking just to hear myself talk after all.
But the main thing is to deliver my message to as many ears as possible. After that, it’s up to the people whether they actually listen or not.
It’s a strange way to live, to be honest. I can grasp why prophets end up climbing up a mountain or fucking off into the desert or whatever.
Sometimes it’s better to be alone than to be ignored.
More after the break.
On being alone
This should hurt.
I have realized that not wanting to feel resented or ignored or in the way is the main reason I took to spending all my time in my room when I was a child.
And that’s still what I do to this very day. Most of the time I am all alone right here in front of my computer in this dirty ol’ bedroom of mine.
I can’t imagine living any other way. The thought of being around people like all day makes me feel like I’m gonna break out in hives. I am very emotionally dependent on this state of solitude where I am experiencing what amounts to zero social stimulation (VR doesn’t count) and the fact that this leaves me incredibly lonely all the time is something I’m so accustomed to that I don’t consciously notice it and when I do, well, that’s one of the things that compulsively playing video games shields me from.
I wonder what would happen if I just sat there, alert but unstimulated, and let whatever emotions I’ve been hiding from come to the front of the class and say howdy.
Well, I know that for a while, I would just be catching up on my incomplete thoughts. That’s what happens when I am forced to wait in real life.
Until I got a phone. I guess that’s a thing of the past now.
And often that’s what I am doing when I am just lying in bed, or sitting on the edge of the bed, hovering somewhere between being awake and being asleep as my overstimulated mind catches up with the backlog.
I guess that’s the answer to the question, “what am I waiting for when I sit on the edge of the bed staring into space?”.
I’m waiting for my mind to catch up. To come back into sync instead of having different layers running at wildly divergent speeds. To regain some degree of focus.
That makes me feel better about how long it takes me to get out of bed sometimes.
I’ve got a lot of brain stuff to do!
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.