Deconstructing the Hipster Party Conversation: Zwingli

Typical hipster gal at the "party"

By: Jay

The girl at the “party” didn’t like that I responded to her question about whether I liked Zwingli. But with this silly hipsterish generation, you can never tell what are socially acceptable actions and which are taboo. A basic rule is that anything substantial or meaningful falls in the taboo category, while anything “random” falls into the cool category. And you notice the obsession of the twenty-somethings with the word “random,” too.

Telling, since the hipster types celebrate the random, in a very patterned, predictive way. But what are normal human interactions are not normal amongst the average “educated” twentysomethings. If someone at a “party” aske me what I think of Zwingli as a reformer, they are going to get a nice deconstruction of how his views are pantheistic, nominalistic and make no sense whatsoever. She began this conversation by assuming I was a moron and didn’t know what “religious orders” were and guffawed me. So I humored her and said, “please explain.”  Another hipster with a mohawk joined in. He was a “JesusGod lover, man, God is in everything.”  And isn’t the rule for chicks 101 to let the hot one blather on about her cat, her buddhism and her ex? Read more of this post

Lord Chesterfield to His Son: On Women

By: Lord Chesterfield
London
September 5, O.S. 1748.
“As women are a considerable, or at least a pretty numerous part of company; and as their
suffrages go a great way toward establishing a man’s character in the fashionable part of the
world (which is of great importance to the fortune and figure he proposes to make in it), it
is necessary to please them.
I will therefore, upon this subject, let you into certain Arcana that will be very useful for
you to know, but which you must, with the utmost care, conceal and never seem to know.
Women, then, are only children of a larger growth; they have an entertaining tattle, and sometimes
wit; but for solid reasoning, good sense, I never knew in my life one that had it, or who
reasoned or acted consequentially for four-and-twenty hours together. Some little passion or
humor always breaks upon their best resolutions. Their beauty neglected or controverted,
their age increased, or their supposed understandings depreciated, instantly kindles their
little passions, and overturns any system of consequential conduct, that in their most
reasonable moments they might have been capable of forming.
A man of sense only trifles with them, plays with them, humors and flatters them, as he does
with a sprightly forward child; but he neither consults them about, nor trusts them with
serious matters; though he often makes them believe that he does both; which is the thing in
the world that they are proud of; for they love mightily to be dabbling in business (which by
the way they always spoil); and being justly distrustful that men in general look upon them
in a trifling light, they almost adore that man who talks more seriously to them, and who
seems to consult and trust them; I say, who seems; for weak men really do, but wise ones only
seem to do it.

Punk Chicks Don’t Make Good Ones

For some strange reason, my punk girlfriend would not obey my rigid statutes of patriarchal provenance. She turned her back on me.

Savage Says What We’ve Been Saying

The Jay Dyer Show – Episode 1 – Baptists and Broads (5 pts.)


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