Saturday, April 14, 2018

Irony alert - Dame Slap might be getting out the sexy black underwear ...


Why indeed … and the outrage grew …


Yes it's rich comedy time and a bossy middle class woman from the safety zone of the lizard Oz in Surry Hills purports an affinity with the working class … the pond realises it should have an irony alert at the top of its page permanently, but surely this is in the mega-irony class that defies any humble sign …


Well as the Poms would say, into Syria for a penny, in for a pound …


The pond can't imagine what's funnier, Dame Slap imagining that a television entertainment program constitutes a threat to America's bourgeois nightmare, or that somehow mystically Dame Slap herself isn't part of the said nightmare.

Truth to tell, comedy has gone down this path from times immemorial …


It sometimes works a treat. Pitch different demographics against each other, mix well, stand back and watch the ratings and the fur fly …

As for the Donald actually talking about jobs, the last time that the pond checked he was talking about slime bag Jim Comey, avoiding talking about assorted NDAs and stormy romps (the latest one is a real doozy, and what do you know, the RNC,  $1.6 million smackers, Cohen and a Playboy model are in the mix), and bombing Syria on the basis that something might work out, including but not limited to world war three …



Luckily however, Dame Slap is ready to give up her job as a bossy middle-class columnist and start strutting out and about, as either (a) a waitress hanging out for tips or (b) a hot mature thing, swanning around in really sexy black underwear, because she just loves to be ogled and objectified ...


The pond isn't sure how many women want to wear sexy black underwear for a baying mob - apart from the exhibitionists amongst us - but Dame Slap is welcome to it as a new career path.



It turns out that Dame Slap is also fine with pay gaps, because, hey, there's nothing like being a member of the tidily rewarded reptile commentariat to produce a deep affinity with the lot of working-class women ...

Sorry, as well as an irony alert, the pond should have warned that once Dame Slap gets wound up, all the usual festering sores would come out and go on parade. It's a kind of mental illness with her …

Oh okay, maybe the pond shouldn't say she's barking mad, even if she is, but she did seem to asking for it, what with citing Camile Paglia, and her current idol, Jordan Peterson, and the talk of mental illness as if that's the way to make a forceful and clever debating point. A bit like jibber-jabbering about politically correct zealots, while exhibiting all the signs of zealotry.

Sorry Donald, it was good while it lasted between you and Dame Slap, but she's had to move on to a more manly man … a Canadian academic …



But enough of rats, and swamps and all that stuff, the pond is pleased to report that anyone attempting to click on Bettina Arndt talking with Jordan Peterson will discover it's just a screen cap.

Well there have to be limits. 47 minutes? The pond could have the socks sued off this site for the extensive brain damage inflicted on innocent, unaware passing souls ...


And there we have it, in a meta sort of way. 

Western reptile journalists complaining about women complaining about discrimination in the workplace are usually the cosseted, sheltered sort who've probably never done a decent day's work in their lives, and wouldn't have the first clue what it means to be a working class woman employed at the whim of someone who kept unions at the door, and set the terms and conditions in the sweatshop as it suited him (they're usually hims, though there are some 'her' employers of the Dame Slap kind).

Here, check out the CV to see the grime under the fingernails and smell the sweat of an honest day's work in the field …


Actually, all the pond caught was the whiff of hypocrisy and the stench of indifference, together with a generous dose of "I'm alright Jill, so go get your togs off and get into that sexy black underwear and soon enough you might be lucky enough to be having an affair with a fat toad of a Republican …provided that you've pumped enough plastic into the tits, remembering of course that it's just your freedom to chose that saw you go down that road ..."

And with that, how lucky the pond is that Rowe added to the Trumpian feel of all this with his outing today, and with more Rowe here




2 comments:

  1. That, DP, may well be the scariest header that you've ever used.

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  2. Whoever wrote that blast "from over 500 women and men" is suspiciously articulate and informed in a Dame Snap kind of way. I do wonder just a little though how the thoughts and feelings of 500 women and men were so readily collected and concentrated into that missive. And would those thoughts faithfully represent a truly working class waitress from a roadside diner in, say, Tennessee.

    Good to see that the return of Roseanne has also meant the return of Camille - and delighted that Camille is still as she always was, though with a new hero - Peterson - now.

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