na·ive·té

noun

1. the quality or state of being naive; natural or artless simplicity.

2. a naive action, remark, etc.

Darren points to a rather amusing Rationally Speaking blog entry from waaaaaay back in 2005 –

Skepchicks International

Monday, November 21, 2005

No, this isn’t a sexist post on my part. There really is a group of women who call themselves Skepchics, Intl., and they are really cool. The word “chick” is demeaning, of course, only if used by a man (and even then, it depends on the context), and these women are most certainly not into politically correct nonsense […] (more…)

What can you say about Richard Dawkins’ response to Becky Watson’s violated nun routine in Elevatorgate other than it was genius? Pity he subsequently spoiled it by attempting to explain and mollify. Dawkins no doubt knew he was dealing with maniacs, but I suspect he grossly underestimated the extent of the derangement he was dealing with. There was no point Dick – we’re in Jyllands-Posten territory here. You cannot negotiate with terrorists.

Depressingly, the outrage at Dawkins Muslima riposte was not confined to the Watsonista hordes. A non-exhaustive list of non-fembots that lined up to take pot-shots at Dawkins for daring to show disrespect to the holy yoni included –

Pharyngula fight!

There’s something so ickily pathetic about a middle aged guy that has to remind you at every turn about his own awesomeness, influence, how big his gang is and how much more important he is than an insignificant piece of shit like you. That pathetic-ness goes into hyperdrive when you watch it roll over on its back and piss its belly like a frightened dog when there is even the slightest whiff of his own gang turning on him.

Such a man’s man is The Naked Emperor.

When Myers is barricaded inside fortress Pharyngula, and has his army of trained baboons lined up behind him in “independently minded” unison, the man is an indestructible, nuclear warhead-proof mecha-Godzilla of righteous rage – like when he slanders the bulk of the godless community as being rape apologists with inadequate genitalia. But when he attempts to poke something with a pussy on the other hand, it’s quite a different story and he folds like a jizzy tissue at the merest hint of criticism… What a guy to look up to. (more…)

Transcript of the Rebecca Watson talk at the CFI Leadership Conference 2011

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[…] But in this case, what we’re talking about is the difference between sexual interest, sexual attraction, versus sexual objectification.  Objectification has a few things about it that separate it from interest.  For instance, focusing on the physical aspects of a person; ignoring their individuality, and their stated desires (for instance, my desire to go to sleep, my desire to not be hit on, which is all I had been talking about all day); and also a disinterest in how your actions will impact the “object” in question. And that’s a really serious point, that I think you all should consider, especially if you want to encourage more women to join your groups. (more…)

We are Watsonista. You will be assimilated.

I should know better than to have optimism. There was a brief window, that spanned the transition from the last millenium to our new one, where I entertained the foolish hope that perhaps we had actually left the politics of division behind us as a relic of a stupider age. Haha. Do I have egg on my face or what?

Yes I was premature in my hopes, and had suspended my Cynical reason. As Sidney J. Harris once timelessly quipped –

A cynic is not merely one who reads bitter lessons from the past, he is one who is prematurely disappointed in the future.

True, he was referring to small “c” cynics, but it’s nevertheless a sensible attitude to have. Overestimating your fellow (wo)man rarely ends in anything other than tears.

Fairly early in the piece1 I was noting the eerie parallels between the Watson circus, it’s distinctly neo-puritan overtones, and various fundamentalist ideologies. Specifically, it’s self-hating flagellant mindset, paranoid persecution and martyr fantasy (a la islamism) and delight in scapegoating and denunciation. I was far from alone in these observations. (more…)

The more you keep rummaging around in this moral panic morass that the Gruesome Twosome tag-team of Becky Watson and The Naked Emperor have drowned us in, the more you come to realise that you are not even getting close to hitting the bottom of the barrel as far as sheer human decrepitude goes.

Myers, to some extent, can perhaps be excused for being a patsy, a dupe, a shmuck, a conscious man / toilet slave, a naive simpleton, or perhaps even having Stockholm Syndrome from a lifetime of being cuckolded and forced to eat doo-doo. (more…)