I don’t know that the canonical Bertie Wooster could be called “progressive” (or “politically engaged” or “aware of anything that’s going on outside of his immediate sphere of acquaintances with funny nicknames”) but you can’t argue he wouldn’t support gay marriage. Bertie Wooster neither likes nor understands straight marriage, but he fights for his friends who inexplicably want to do that.
And if you change your pronouns, Bertie Wooster will never fuck them up because he barely has room in his brain for one set of them per person. As soon as you tell him, the old ones just evaporate. He might ask Jeeves about it later, but it’d be to the tune of “I say, Jeeves, why didn’t you tell me that Bingo was a woman this whole time? I’ve been calling her a bloke for years; she must think I’m a perfect ass.”
To be clear, he doesn’t understand that she transitioned. He thinks that she’s always been a lady. He’d try to explain it to someone and accidentally be the most supportive ally.
an aunt, probably: What’s all this nonsense about young Bingo, then? I hear he’s gotten it into his head that he’s a woman. Going about in dresses and such.
Bertie: Oh, I was confused as well, but it turned out to be rather a large misunderstanding. Bingo is a woman, always has been.
Aunt: That can’t be right, Bertie; he was at Eton with you, you absolute chump.
Bertie: Well, yes. Some sort of scholarship program, perhaps? I’m fuzzy on the details. But she’s very definitely a woman. She told me so herself, and I daresay she would know. Bit embarrassing for all of us, really; we mistook her for a bloke for years, the poor girl. She must have been too polite to say anything about it.
Aunt: But he’s gone his whole life up until last week looking like a man! If he were a woman, why would he not present himself as such?
Bertie: There was a dress code. I don’t know how many times I was told off for a scruffy tie.
Aunt: I don’t mean at school, you dunce. Even if - and it’s still nonsense, mind you - even if I were to accept that Eton somehow permitted this ridiculous state of affairs, what about afterwards?
Bertie: Oh, I haven’t the foggiest. I’ve long since given up on explaining the fairer sex, as well you know.
Aunt: Bertram, he was christened ‘Richard’.
Bertie: Yes, bit of an odd choice on her parents’ part. I mean, you don’t see many girls named Richard, what? I say, do you suppose that’s why she goes by 'Bingo’? If I were a lady saddled with Bingo’s Christian name, I should likely choose something else too.
Aunt: Have you spoken to Jeeves about all this?
Bertie: Naturally.
Aunt: And? What is his evaluation?
Bertie: He says that when a young lady asserts that she is, in fact, a lady, one ought to take her word for it.
Bertie: Very sensible, I thought. One can always trust Jeeves in these matters.
a small child came into the café today and asked to buy a chocolate truffle. he tapped a credit card on the reader and it did not go through, mainly because it was not a credit card but in fact a junior cinema pass. i gently explained he couldn’t use that to buy things in shops and he looked so gutted that i was like “…but just this once you can have it for free, don’t tell my boss though” he said thank you and walked out with his truffle and as he went i heard him chuckling to himself and saying “yes….. yes!!!!!” like the sickos comic
[Image ID: Text reading: my social circles are so queer and neurodivergent that I forget we are in the minority and then suddenly I’m in a room with a bunch of people sitting correctly make regular eye contact and not interrupting each other and I’m like “hahahaha what the fuck is wrong with them” /End ID]
English speakers: when you see a word where the letter representing a consonant sound is the same at the end of the first morpheme and the beginning of the second morpheme (for example, midday, subbasement, lamppost, bookkeeper) how would you describe it:
The reason I’m asking is that I just talked to an English-speaking friend of mine about this and I realized that we talk about this in very different terms, and I was wondering if it’s an individual quirk or something to do with our linguistic background (my first language is Finnish)
so i think the issue is all of the examples given are compound words, where i would absolutely pronounce it as two separate words and so say it twice, but in other words (eg butter) i’d just pronounce it as one t (though english spelling such that if you spelled it with one t it’d rhyme with muter)
>First, we’ve discovered that about a quarter of all the internet connection in or out of the house were ad related. In a few hours, that’s about 10,000 out of 40,000 processed.
>We also discovered that every link on Twitter was blocked. This was solved by whitelisting the https://t.co domain.
>Once out browsing the Web, everything is loading pretty much instantly. It turns out most of that Page Loading malarkey we’ve been accustomed to is related to sites running auctions to sell Ad space to show you before the page loads. All gone now.
>We then found that the Samsung TV (which I really like) is very fond of yapping all about itself to Samsung HQ. All stopped now. No sign of any breakages in its function, so I’m happy enough with that.
>The primary source of distress came from the habitual Lemmings player in the house, who found they could no longer watch ads to build up their in-app gold. A workaround is being considered for this.
>The next ambition is to advance the Ad blocking so that it seamlessly removed YouTube Ads. This is the subject of ongoing research, and tinkering continues. All in all, a very successful experiment.
>Certainly this exceeds my equivalent childhood project of disassembling and assembling our rotary dial telephone. A project whose only utility was finding out how to make the phone ring when nobody was calling.
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>Update: All4 on the telly appears not to have any ads any more. Goodbye Arnold Clarke!
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>Lemmings problem now solved.
>Can confirm, after small tests, that RTÉ Player ads are now gone and the player on the phone is now just delivering swift, ad free streams at first click.
>Some queries along the lines of “Are you not stealing the internet?” Firstly, this is my network, so I may set it up as I please (or, you know, my son can do it and I can give him a stupid thumbs up in response). But there is a wider question, based on the ads=internet model.
>I’m afraid I passed the You Wouldn’t Download A Car point back when I first installed ad-blocking plug-ins on a browser. But consider my chatty TV. Individual consumer choice is not the method of addressing pervasive commercial surveillance.
>Should I feel morally obliged not to mute the TV when the ads come on? No, this is a standing tension- a clash of interests. But I think my interest in my family not being under intrusive or covert surveillance at home is superior to the ad company’s wish to profile them.
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>Aside: 24 hours of Pi Hole stats suggests that Samsung TVs are very chatty. 14,170 chats a day.
>YouTube blocking seems difficult, as the ads usually come from the same domain as the videos. Haven’t tried it, but all of the content can also be delivered from a no-cookies version of the YouTube domain, which doesn’t have the ads. I have asked my son to poke at that idea.
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fastest reblog in the west
Yeppers. :)
reblogging for study later AND to spread the info.
Seriously, get and run PiHole if you can. It changes your internet experience so much for the better. I get shocked when I visit a website when I’m someone else’s network, by just how many ads the internet is flooded with now. Take back control.
Tip: if you’re visiting an art gallery with a group of people, and you’re not finding it engaging just to look at things, try getting everyone to choose the thing they would most like to take home and least like to take home in each room.
Everyone has to give a reason, but the reasons can range from sophisticated art criticism to “it’s my favourite because it’s got a horse in it.” It’s especially good for modern art galleries, where the reasons can be “it profoundly disturbs me” or “I think it would make an effective cheese grater”.
While it’s tempting to apply modern labels to historical figures, it’s anachronistic to think of them as straight. Most never publicly stated their explicit heterosexuality, and we can only extrapolate based on letter excerpts.
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