It's the first of December. It's that time of year again.
Open your advent calendar chocolates, listen to Andrew, put up your tree, put off the present shopping for at least a fortnight, surviving the Christmas party at work, watching shit on telly.
Why are dry roasted peanuts so fucking moreish? I got a big 500g bag and I think it might have been a mistake. Even as I type this I can't stop reaching into the bag.
Anyway it's been shite this year, least christmassy christmas I've ever had. Not that I'm that bothered but at least with my ex we used to make some hot chocolate for breakfast and watch some comfy streams of some tossers playing christmas games or whatever. This year I just went to work, had a bit of a row with my new missus because she drank half my beers while I was gone, then got pissed again after. (She bought me some more.)
For some people Christmas is a time to forget about your problems and spend time with your family and all that, but I hate my family, so if I've got anything to be stressed out or down about, it just makes me feel worse. This year was definitely one of those years. Ah well.
I'll see you next year lads, hope you all have a good one.
>>455811 I was thinking plurally, but you inspired me to look on my go-to second hand clothing shop to see what £250 could get me. I'm not impressed, but I bet if the right hypebeast saw you wearing them they'd think you were dead cool.
>>455813>>455814 That feels like "just because something is listed for £250 doesn't mean something will sell for £250" which a lot of charity shops don't seem to understand these days.
>>455814 26-inch waist? You don't need a tracksuit in that case. You're healthy enough already. Buy the skinny jeans instead that shops are full of but which I can never buy because they're only available in absurd sizes like 52-inch inside leg or 26-inch waist.
26 inches is almost child sized compared to me nowadays. I've put on almost three stone since the whole corona what-have-you started, and I'm now at a worrying 42 inches.
I've just taken up cycling again, hopefully by next summer I'll look less bloated again.
What's the protocol here, lads? Is this the general thread until someone starts a new one next year or we possibly go back to the existing ones? Do we need to have a New Year thread? It feels like we need a recap of 2022 somewhere.
Anyway, Lucy Beaumont proper gets on my tits. I'm from Hull. She's from Hull. Nobody from Hull sounds like her because she exaggerates her accent so much. She did a sitcom set in Hull last year but it was shit and anyone from Hull could recognise a substantial amount of it was filmed in Leeds. I remember her doing an article in the Graun years ago about the best things in Hull and she was recommending people go to Bob Carver's even though it's one of the worst chippies there. It's all pure affectation.
If her and Rosie Jones were on the same panel show together I'd probably have to go and off myself.
I really don't think Lucy Beaumont is funny either. She was on Cats Does Countdown one time, and the few times in the episode that she tried to bring herself into the banter, the jokes were kind of really lame. You almost felt sorry for her, because it became obvious that she probably only got booked because her husband is a show regular.
Speaking of female comedians, I'd really love to see more of Ellie Taylor again. She can be hilariously funny, but she's made herself a bit scarce since her pregnancy.
>>455819 I hate Jon Richardson too. His OCD/awkward autist/curmudgeon schtick is tired. Never watched the show he's in with his wife, as I imagine it being pure shit
Rosie Jones is likeable enough but because of the slow delivery (not her fault I know) it takes time away from actual funny people.
As far as disabled female comedians go, I like Fern Brady, I feel like I would be a good boyfriend for her as we can be autists together.
I like Jon Richardson, because I can relate to his OCD and his
obsessive nitpicking.
Jimmy Carr is my favourite comedian though, because nobody delivers massively offensive jokes quite like him. Ricky Gervais is probably a close second in that respect.
I'm also sometimes in the mood for Tim Vine's one-liners, although some of them are just too silly.
>>455819 BBC North-West newsreader Nina Warhurst speaks in an unmistakable Mancunian squawk when she presents the national news, but on the local news she has the same Received Pronunciation as everyone else. I, too, hate affectation, but I also hate inverted snobbery and that is why I assume it's her Manc accent that's fake. Anyway, I don't like Nina Warhurst. Jon Richardson's wife isn't funny, but enough people seem to recognise this that I don't feel any strong hatred towards her.
A really fascinating thing about Rosie Jones that I got curious about during the Paralympics, was her Twitter profile. When she types, she types totally normally. All her tweets look like anyone else's, and they're even cleverer than many people's. It just goes to show what a pain it must be to have cerebral palsy and have to derp your way through life due to nerve AIDS. The traditional stereotype of "a retard" is someone with cerebral palsy like Rosie Jones, and yet she isn't retarded at all. This is the sort of important discovery that wokeness is meant to give us all. Even though I knew in an abstract sense that she wasn't mentally disabled at all, I had never really understood what that meant until I compared her tweets to her gimpy-voiced sentences.
A mate of mine has a severe speech impediment and runs into this all the time. You can understand him fine once you're used to it, but people tend to assume that he's learning disabled or very drunk. Now that so much stuff is online, he regularly has weird awkward moments when people who only know him through text hear him speak for the first time - they can't quite match the voice in their head when they read his messages to the voice that comes out of his mouth.
We all assume that tall and attractive people are more intelligent, we all assume that RP speakers are authoritative. Everyone does it, even if they aren't aware of it - especially if they aren't aware of it.
You can consciously correct for the bias, but you can't rid yourself of it just by force of will, that's not how brains work. Nearly all of the judgements we make are based on intuitive pattern recognition and those patterns can only be ingrained by our environment.
About a third of people with cerebral palsy have some form of cognitive impairment, so it's inevitable that we'll come to associate the two. The majority of people with cerebral palsy have perfectly normal cognitive abilities, but we don't intuit in absolute terms - the far greater prevalence of cognitive impairment in people with cerebral palsy compared to the general population creates a near-unbreakable instinctive judgement.
It'd be nice if we could just will ourselves to be blank slates, but we can't. I instinctively hate women called Laura because a Laura broke my heart once. Cherry brandy makes me heave because I drank a whole bottle of it when I was sixteen. I get slightly panicky whenever I pass the street corner where I got stabbed. Those mental associations might fade over time, but they'll never go away, not completely. I have to consciously remind myself that most Lauras are perfectly decent people, that the top of Church Street is perfectly safe these days, that cherry brandy is fucking disgusting but it's not actually poison. We can't choose our instincts, but we can choose to think.
I still firmly believe accent based discrimination is as strong, if not stronger, than dolphin rape in this country.
I mean think about it. You can have two Indian blokes at a job interview, but the one with a nice middle class English accent will always do better than the one who sounds like he just got off the boat from Bangladesh; and likely also better than a white lad too if said white lad came from a council estate in Grimsby.
Not if the interviewers also sound like they're fresh off the boat from Grimsby or Bangladesh when it comes to doing the needful. Maybe you're the one discriminating when your default hypothetical situation assumes otherwise.
You've never witnessed one working class person look down at another working class person for being "rough" or what have you? It doesn't actually go both ways, only upstream to our concept of betterment.
That's the insidious thing about it. We instinctually align these things with the hierarchy we've been taught.
Of course, but that people show a preference for others who share their mannerisms, cultural backgrounds, beliefs, ways of communicating and a host of other things is just a fact. I'm not trying to suggest there's a level playing field, not at all, but there are more dimensions to it.
I don't ebtirely disagree, but that dovetails slightly with what otherlad said. On a conscious level you can prefer someone who shares a background common to your own, but it's always a somewhat conscious, rationalised thought process when you do that. For someone who's not actively thinking that way, the subconscious process reverts to hierarchy and preference for higher status signifiers, regardless of our own background.
I'm not sure it's as simple as conscious/unconscious. Someone tries to make friends with me in a bar sounding like Rees Mogg, that's going to turn my stomach before I make a conscious decision about him.
I've been quite middle class all my life, but I can put on a heavy Norf London working class accent if I have to. Working in sales, it pays to keep the way you present yourself to individual clients or customers somewhat flexible, even malleable. Speak their language, and all that.
But I posit that it's easier for somebody to fake mannerisms of a class below them than it is trying to fake being upper class, or even middle class, if you're not really part of it. The most I've ever felt out of place was when I was at a charity fundraiser function where I was casually having coffee with an Earl and a Marquess. They were trying their best to engage me in polite accommodating small talk, but the whole time I just felt increadibly uneasy. Not saying I felt small. Just like there was a whole social strata high above me that I could never hope to be a part of.
Plenty of working class people prefer to socialise with other working class people, but how many would want to be operated on by a heart surgeon with a neck tattoo and a broad scouse accent? Looking and sounding posh won't make you any friends down at the Dog and Duck, but that's not really the point.
Based on a purely rational analysis, that scally surgeon is probably excellent at his job - it's safe to assume that he didn't get any favours from daddy's chums or the old school tie. Still, I'm not sure how reassuring that knowledge would be when you're being wheeled into theatre.
Rightly or wrongly, most of us would be uncomfortable with an airline pilot who sounds like a minicab driver, or an investment manager who sounds like a market trader. We can't actually tell whether they're any good at their job, but we at least expect them to speak and act in a way that is culturally coded as being congruent with a highly educated professional.
I think your examples are a bit exaggerated, but you're definitely aiming in the right egg tree.
I'd trust a scouser surgeon with tattoos, no problem, and most people have absolutely no problem trusting consultants who sound like they should be working at your local curry house either, because frankly the NHS has been packed full of doctors like that for years and we've got used to it.
So that's kind ofa case in point really- We have, by and large (although by no means perfectly) learned to look past skin colour as an indicator of a person's ability, but we definitely do still judge people against a whole raft of culturally coded biases even without that. But knowing we can get over it for race or gender should give us hope we can do it for the other stuff.
If the identity politics clowns could just stop fucking it up for everyone constantly, at least, anyway.
>We have, by and large (although by no means perfectly) learned to look past skin colour as an indicator of a person's ability
Certainly, but it isn't really because we stopped thinking in terms of stereotypes, we just changed the stereotype. We brought in so many foreign doctors that the stereotypical doctor in most people's heads is probably Asian. While I have no doubt that there were and are some racists who just think that foreigners are thick, I think generally it was a more benign element of surprise, of someone not matching our expectations.
I'd be very surprised to see an Indian lad playing for Man City or a Chinese lad playing for Lancashire cricket club - it's not a deep-seated prejudice, it'd just take me a minute to get used to because it doesn't match my expectations. I imagine that's quite difficult if you're on the receiving end, but it's not something that comes from a place of bigotry or hatred.
Personal LPOTY lads.
Hope you all have a good one, and it's been a privilege to go through yet another year with you chaps. How many is it now that .gs has been around?
I was going to post the question "Is it sexy to worry that ARE Rachel won't age well?", and instead of using the spoiler tags for it, I used the yt tags.
I took a bit of sidenfadil, sidenfadil, whatever its called. The knock off viagra, because we'd been drinking and snorting all night, which usually puts me out of action as far as sex is concerned. Only had about a quarter of one pill, but I shagged the missus into a coma for about an hour and still woke up with a raging hard on this morning.
