Comments by "" (@titteryenot4524) on ""Demonising Men Will Make Things Worse" - Nina Power" video.
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@Pale Rider Peterson is a shallow thinker. He punts out the platitudes to the self-help groupies who found ‘Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus’ heavy going. Don’t take that wrong. I happen to agree with his equality of opportunity spiel, but as a previous speaker has pointed out, this is cookie-cutter crap, obvious to every man and his dog. Peterson’s jejune, embarrassing, staggeringly self-entitled proclamation that ‘I don’t think God exists; I act as if He exists’ just sums up, for me, the inherently lazy, arrogant, cracker barrel philosophy of the man, punting out patently obvious platitudes that most of us imbibed with our mother’s milk.🤓
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@MTech07
It’s a bit disingenuous to suggest Peterson is not driving an ‘overt political agenda’ when his sycophantic flag-bearers leap into the breach whenever any perceived (rightly or wrongly) left-leaning challenger of his ideas questions any of what he says. Yes, Peterson himself may not be overtly political (actually, that should be party political as he certainly is political - as far as I can see he is a traditional British-type conservative thinker with liberal trimmings), but in my experience his feverish defenders most certainly are overtly political in their disdain for anything even remotely left of centre. As to his fans worshipping him, well they do from what I read. It’s sycophantically hagiographic in its obsequiousness towards what is, after all, just a failed, flawed human being. His supporters talk of him as the Second Coming. If you don’t believe me I urge you to go to as many YouTube Peterson videos as you can and read the Comments: they are nauseatingly weird in their blinkered devotion to their saint Jordan. As you point out, he’s a flawed human in many ways, just like the rest of us, but you wouldn’t necessarily know this from these comments. One of the most distasteful tactics I have discerned from the Peterson fanatics is a dreadful, depressing misogyny. The bile and vitriol they dispense to, say, Cathy Newman, or Helen Lewis, to take two salient exemplars, is egregious in its bitterness. The hatred, yes hatred, of the distaff-side they evince is disturbing and depressing in equal measure. As to the notion of defending ‘themselves’ when defending Peterson, well, I dig and semi-idolise a whole host of writers, poets, artists, philosophers, but with none of them, am I so hair-trigger sensitive if someone calmly comes along and points out a flaw in their thinking or way of seeing the world. It bespeaks an exaggeratedly unhealthy sense of identification if these people are so sensitive to their hero being criticised, that they feel the need to lash out like children in the playground. A perfect example of this for me is Peterson’s woolly, unthought-out, frankly embarrassing (for a supposedly ‘key’ contemporary thinker) defence of the existence of a God. He’s also disingenuous on this score as he attempts to have his cake and eat it, for he says he doesn’t believe in God per se, but he ‘acts as if God exists’. Well, sorry, but this nebulous, immature thinking will not do. He doesn’t even make a pretence of broaching the traditional arguments for God’s existence: he just blithely declares ‘I act as if God exists’. It’s the type of thinking worthy of a 10 year old. When this is pointed out the rabid Peterson gang pounce, coming to the defence of their hallowed Master (of the University?). In my opinion, the Peterson apologists need to take a chill pill. Yes, he has a few good ideas (although hardly any that are scintillatingly original), as he should, for don’t we all? However, they should learn a little humility when someone comes along and points out the many holes in Peterson’s thinking. One of my theories about many of his more pervervid idolaters is that actually they don’t know much about his thinking at all, and for whatever reason, they have latched on to Peterson, the man, using him as a surrogate father. I’m willing to bet very good money that many of the Peterson fan club are homosexuals (unacknowledged or otherwise) who have lacked a strong father-figure role model in their lives. How else to explain that about 80% of his core followers are male? Women, I suspect, have more intelligence. Ironic really, given the massive misogyny betrayed by many of the Peterson playthings.🥸
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@pedanticlady9126 Thank you for laughing.😉Would that your fellow posters could do the same. Laughter sometimes really is the best medicine.😆Well, when all the other options have been exhausted. One final thing folks. Someone here, I forget who (you all meld into one giant Peterson gobble-machine after a while and distinguishing the sound sorts becomes futile), accused me of not getting out enough, communing with nature, that sort of thing. They suggested ‘grass’. Well, how clairvoyant and spooky as my guiding text for 30 years (such that I have such a thing) has been Whitman’s Leaves of Grass .However, it’s not a piece of wisdom from that poem/book I would like to leave you all with, but a little prose number he rustled up in between meeting the ‘trippers and askers.’ You might know it: This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body. May I kindly, and quite ingenuously, suggest that there is more wisdom in those few lines than the likes of Jordan Peterson can hold a candle to. 🕯 One final, final thing. Ok, I admit it, the 4 degrees malarkey was a lie. I don’t even have that diploma with distinction. However, none of this prevents me from engaging my intellectual critical faculties as and when required. Remember to laugh, children. Good day and fare thee well. 🍁
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Jordan Peterson’s 12 rules for life - an appraisal.
Stand up straight with your shoulders straight. Unless you’re a peeping Tom and need to keep below that wall, otherwise that gorgeous, undressing next-door neighbour may spot you.
Treat yourself like someone you are responsible for helping. In other words, pick up your own smelly socks, don’t litter, and make your own fucking bed!
Befriend people who want the best for you. Well, this rests on your judgement of others’ character. If that’s shit, you’re fucked.
Compare yourself to who you were yesterday, not the useless person you are today. This one totally contradicts the whole idea of self-improvement, for if I’m more useless today than I was yesterday, why am I even trying to self-improve?!
Do not let your children do anything that makes you dislike them. Well, this assumes that you’re such an insane parental control freak with such a fascistic sense of keeping another in order that it’s not even worth considering, if only to save your own soul. Besides, kids need to make their own mistakes, so tough-titty if the parents can’t take this.
Set your house in order before criticising the world. Well, if you’re a saint, perhaps. If you’re a messy flesh and blood human being then criticising the world is what gets most of us through the day, if the drugs aren’t working.
Pursue what is meaningful, not what is expedient. Yeah, but that makes the enormous, unfounded assumption that any of this means anything whatsoever.
Tell the truth, or at least don’t lie. I’m sorry, but that time my mother caught my porn stash under the bed, I had to lie and pin it on my twin brother, Tommy. Sometimes, lying just is the best policy and those who say otherwise are just liars.
Assume the person you are listening to knows something you don’t. Ok. But this one falls down when it comes to my bank PIN number.
Be precise in your speech. What, ‘precise’ in one’s speech like Mr Jordan ‘why use 1 word when 21 will do?’ Peterson? Give me the conciseness of a Sam Harris any day. I’m sure Adam Sandler will concur.
Do not bother children while they are skateboarding. Unless, that is, they are skateboarding all over your prize flowerbeds; then you can not only ‘bother’ them, but collar them and let them feel your hot garlicky breath on their cheeks.
Pet a cat when you encounter one in the street. Unless, that is, the cat is frothing alarmingly at the mouth.
Now where’s my publishing deal?😳
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Jordan Peterson‘s 12 more (God help us all!) rules for life - an appraisal.
Do not carelessly denigrate social institutions or creative achievement. Oh man. Come on! If I can’t slag off the mother-in-law you’ve thereby instantly removed 5% of my reason for getting up in the morning. Similarly, if I see a post-post-modern, abstract-expressionist post-impressionist painting in a gallery I reserve the right to draw a cock and balls over it. I want my artists figurative. Or at the very least, Italian.
Imagine who you could be and then aim single-mindedly at that. Hmm … I’m imagining I could be Jordan Peterson. Oh, wait. The world isn’t big enough to contain TWO identical egos that large!
Do not hide unwanted things in the fog. Especially if John Carpenter is lurking somewhere in that fog.
Notice that opportunity lurks where responsibility has been abdicated. Ok, I think that makes sense. Are you saying that if I refuse to wash the dishes and decline to put the garbage out I’m on a blow-job promise that self same evening? Sounds good to me!
Do not do what you hate. Yay! Jordan Peterson himself is telling me I don’t have to read a single thing he ever writes ever again! Thanks Jordy. 🙏
Abandon ideology. What, abandon the ‘ideology’ of condensing the incredible complexity of human life and existence into 12 cookie-cutter platitudes I once read in a bunch of fortune cookies? That ideology?
Work as hard as you possibly can on at least one thing and see what happens. Well, since the age of about 13 I’ve been actively fulfilling this injunction and it’s nearly fallen off.😳
Try to make one room in your home as beautiful as possible. Can we agree on a corner of one room? A whole room just sounds extravagant and, frankly, a waste of my time when I’ve got rule 7 to be getting on with.😳
If old memories still upset you, write them down carefully and completely. Yes, they do. However, not sure writing them down will help. Can I not just do the more obvious, sensible thing and, er, like, well, forget them?
Plan and work diligently to maintain the romance in your relationship. Yes, I buy my dick flowers at least every other Friday.
Do not allow yourself to become resentful, deceitful, or arrogant. Ha! Ya got me. While I resent no one but the milk-man who ran away with the wife back in 1987 (I’m still working through it), and I have deceived no one since that time I pretended I was Jesus at a convention of atheist/agnostics, the ‘arrogant’ one still niggles. Yes, I have to admit that when in an almighty pickle, I do sometimes think: ‘What would Donald Lamont do?’ Sorry.
Be grateful in spite of your suffering. Well, one of my avatars kinda said this about 2,600 years before Saint Jordan palmed it off as one of his own. But hey! plagiarism never hurt anybody when you’re trying to fool most of the people most of the time!😁
Note: Jordan Peterson will publish 12 more rules for life when he’s spent all the money he got from gullible fools buying the first 24. 🤔
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@actionflower6706 By the way, just for the record, my name’s ‘Donald’, not ‘David’, and how do you even know I have a dick? In this age of non-binary, non-gender specific, gender-fluid (urgh! So sticky. And so messy.), cisgender, intersex, agender, anyfrickingenderyouhappentomakeupthatday-gender … to attempt to make the egregious, unverified, and almost certainly unverifiable (in your case) assumption I even dangle a wanger where the sun occasionally shines (in the warmer months when the neighbours are away in Lanzarote), is one mighty presumptuous supposition.🧐
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@actionflower6706 Furthermore for the record, love, in case this hasn’t been clear, but I am aware the Jordy gobblers like to pile in and defend their man like valiant troops in a lost cause and one easily loses one’s bearings (and toupee) in the unseemly ensuing kerfuffle; however, my animus is not principally a JP-directed animus, so to speak - the man himself I find a bit of a wet-wipe, yes, could do with smiling/laughing a wee bitty more, yes (I’m almost sure he has a sense of humour, but like his God, it’s often missing-in-action), but essentially JP, the man, is just any other nondescript fella you might meet in Aldi on a wet Wednesday afternoon as he (and you, perchance) escapes ‘’er indoors’ for 5 minutes to peruse the fresh plums (in his case, possibly ‘’im indoors’, if the rumours are to be believed - debate for another day perhaps); no, my ire is specifically reserved for the gobbler (and gobbier) lads and lassies (mainly lads), who betray an almighty hair-trigger sensitivity to even the slightest criticism of Jordy’s ideas. If only they would take that big, veiny, hairy, throbbing, engorged monstrosity out of their mouths once in a blue moon and look up. I would only have to look askance at Jordy’s white wine and spritzer and they would be up in arms in the King’s Arms at how I had traduced the mortal character and the cut of the jib of the very saviour of western civilisation as we know it. A mere brush of tweed sleeve against the small Babycham their haloed hero was nursing quietly in the inglenook of the Shepherd’s Crook, and like a snarling bull about to charge at the taunting matador, they would be at my throat and other exposed bits (not to mention my tweed jacket!). Even on the days I had opted not to wear red! This simply shows how insecure these sycophants feel, for anyone sure of their terms, sure of their boy in the race, would not feel the need to come at me like a pack of slavering hounds at the local (illegal) fox hunt (very certainly the ‘unspeakable in full-pursuit of the un(b)eatable’!); no, they would calmly reason with me, and we could discuss this in a quiet corner, away from the fevered hurly-burly of the intoxicated crowd, while I could take the opportunity in the Gents cubicle to reglue my dislodged toupee atop my bonce away from the mad melee. Y’know, as I sit here pondering the marigolds in my window sill, and watching my pussy from afar licking his nether regions with feline gusto, this rather apposite little quotable gobbet hops into my mind like a sprightly rabbit in a Spring meadow; it’s from Pirsig, and in it he was principally going for the rigid, linear, - ‘I am right you are wrong, and what’s more, because you are wrong you are going to eternal Hell!’ - brigade, but I feel it sums up much of the unthinking, scary, impassioned, frankly bollocks, that our man Jordy attracts: You are never dedicated to something you have complete confidence in. No one is fanatically shouting that the sun is going to rise tomorrow. They know it's going to rise tomorrow. When people are fanatically dedicated to political or religious faiths or any other kinds of dogmas or goals, it's always because these dogmas or goals are in doubt. Or as Yeats put it, along similar lines: The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity. On a final point of order, what you have against that esteemed institution, the University of Sussex, one can only surmise, (yes, the pebbly Brighton beach is horrendous for one’s haemorrhoids, but this is hardly the fault of the Women’s Studies department of that university) but I fear the trauma it may have caused you might need looking at. Before you ask, no, I don’t have Jordan Peterson’s telephone number. ☎️
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@actionflower6706 No. It doesn’t really ‘approximate to my problem’, as you put it. I’m agnostic. Previously stated. I have no issue with people believing wtf they want: my issue arises when said people are unable to defend their stance. That’s all. If an unthought-out, cynical, dishonest, theory of God is promulgated by the likes of JP, then I’ll call it. All that said, my real issue, and for the final time, is the unreflective, uncritical, inadmissible hagiographic mass intellectual orgasm over one man’s words. He’s not right about plenty, is right about some stuff, but you can’t tell this from the mesmerised @rse-lickers, who buy his whole creed hook (book), (by)line and s(t)inker. Creeds and schools in abeyance . Ironically, they commit the error they putatively abhor in others, that is they come to the party with the idea that Peterson’s philosophy is a self-contained, internally-consistent credo to be taken in toto. A system in other words. Just like any other system: Marxism; Socialism; Liberalism; Conservatism; Petersonism. They don’t seem to take his ideas one by one, rather they approach every interlocution with another with the assumption, unacknowledged or otherwise, that whatever Jordy says, goes. I’m here to tell them that not all of it does go, and for some reason I can only put down to the fact they have personally invested their very moral/emotional/intellectual being with him (thus blinding themselves to his not so good ideas), they are unable to accept he might be wrong about something, anything. The horrifying misogyny is one of the main manifestations of their ire. The way they nastily, viciously strafe (often in the most personal of terms: looks, why would any man want her ?) any woman who happens to be interviewing Jordy (and thereby explicitly challenging his ideas, ie. just doing her job) is depressing and alarming simultaneously. If people want to follow the quack nostrums of a bloke who, it seems to me, doesn’t have an original thought, fine. Just don’t expect me to grovel in front of you and intellectually abase myself. I’m better than that. Finally, as to the whole religion thing, you seem to be implying I’m a lapsed Catholic. You’re right. But I was never a fully paid-up member of the God-bothering squad (thank Christ), so it’s not felt as a loss. I happen to agree with the following wonderfully coruscating, (yet true if you read it honestly), definition of the God of the Old Testament, the God of Jews, Christians and Muslims: The God of the Old Testament is arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sadomasochistic, capriciously malevolent bully. To not believe in that monster is a blessed relief. As you will know by now, Pirsig is one of my faves., so what better way than to end with him on the subject of organised religion (note that, organised religion , I’m open to changing my mind about anything with new evidence coming in, and that includes God): When one person suffers from a delusion, it is called insanity. When many people suffer from a delusion it is called a Religion. Right now, it seems to me there are a few too many folks suffering from the ‘delusion’ that Jordan B Peterson is absolutafucking right about absolutafucking everything.🥸
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@outshout1054 My principal issue with Peterson is not the man himself (he, and his ideas are all stolen; have all been said a thousand times before, and been said a thousand times better, more wittily and with more humour); no, my main issue is the gobble-boys (as it seems to be mainly boys, plus a few girls), who are so hair-trigger sensitive whenever their hero is critiqued that they use this criticism to launch into the most vitriolic attacks on whomever is doing the criticising. That’s all. Look, I’ve said all I need to say on this above so I’m not going to repeat myself here. Yes, I have read Maps of Meaning and all the other derivative oeuvre of the man, and I repeat, he is saying absolutely nothing the likes of, say, an Emerson, for example, hasn’t said before, and said much better. As to Peterson and God? Well, on this question he’s just an embarrassment to himself if he expects us to take his crap of shoehorning a belief in Deity without any pretence of engaging the traditional arguments. Here, to me, he’s just a cynical sod, as he smuggles a God into his schema at the age of 55, having hitherto being an atheist, quite simply because he knew he could screw a few more dollars out of his arselicking acolytes.
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@UCRR4-l1w4S7eFEwZiS5AAIA He’s the guy people who don’t read go to. The God thing? To me, he’s just added that garbage to add a little mystique, a little something to sell him to a few more unthinking, gullible fuctards. On Monday he’s an atheist. ‘Ah, but most North Americans believe in a deity; I’ve missed a trick here. God exists! Eureka! But only on my staggeringly arrogant terms: he/she/it/whatever the fucking pronoun is, exists because I, Jordan Peterson, acts as if he/she/it/whatever the fucking pronoun is exists.’ On Tuesday he’s a believer. He’s egregiously nauseating in his self-righteous proclamations. I repeat, when he talks of something as basic and obvious to every human being as ‘equality of opportunity’, then of course, I agree. Why wouldn’t you? It’s obvious. And so is Peterson.🤓
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