Hipster-free zone.

It’s late at night here in Holland and I wasn’t going to post anything today. I had two or three options all ready to go but I skipped out on all of them. I just wasn’t in the mood. I had some disappointing news and the more the day progressed, the less inclined I felt to wax lyrical on the internet.

You have those days. They pop up now and then. Ah, so what. What are you going to do about it? Just shrug your shoulders and wonder what it’s all about. It doesn’t get any easier, you know. The older you get. I may know a hell of a lot more than I did twenty five years ago but the bad days still run you down. Just so you know. Wisdom and all that. Sure, it helps. And yes, I get that there’s a bigger picture. But still, sometimes you just want to be Greek so you can have an excuse to hurl your dinner plate at the wall after the mopping up is done.

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Fighting the wrong war.

The Nazi Larper event at Charlottesville occurred a week before I was due to go on holiday. This was somewhat unfortunate as I was strung out at the time and a little on edge. The holiday cured me of my angst and now I’m looking at the posts that I made that week with a more detached eye.

But the great Nazi argument continues on the alt right blogosphere. Not only that but it’s now making headlines in major papers. The Australian had two articles this weekend, both by Chip Le Grand, that equated the alt right with extremist movements. The Nazi bugbear was conveniently placed in the very first sentence of the main article.

Vox Day debated the nut job behind The Daily Stormer website on the topic of what is national socialism. I listened to some of the debate and the whole thing felt uncomfortably weak. I began wondering if I had simplified matters too much in my article on how to correctly label Nazis.

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The inaugural comment of the week.

The weekend is a pretty quiet time on the old blog. Traffic drops by a fair percentage as people opt to pursue their various hobbies and unspeakable proclivities rather than read about my own versions of the same.

With that in mind I have decided to hereby install Saturday Dutch time as the official comment of the week on the blog. I will feature what I consider to be the most interesting comment of the week as regards general discussion.

This week was a tough one. Regular commenter Brandon had a great insight on what drives the feminine imperative. I may well return to that comment in the future. But out of left field came first time commenter Brittny who published this gem on my old article about happy wife, happy life.

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The Friday links & hawt chick of the week – there’s a storm out there edition.

The Friday links and hawt chick of the week is brought to you by the act of sipping a glass of fine rhum in front of a pleasant fire while relaxing in an old leather arm chair that has been patched in various places. Your faithful hound is stretched out on the floor in front of you, relaxed but alert for any changes in your mood. From the kitchen your good wife is cutting you a piece of her freshly made lemon tart. You are not listening to any music, reading a book, or, heavens forbid, watching “television”. The fire is your soothing entertainment, that and the knowledge of a day spent well. Outside the wind blows hard against the wooden shutters.

Happiness taken in moments is the way that I like it.

On with the show.

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Ferris Bueller and the feminine imperative.

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off came out when I was 15, and as such I consider myself extremely fortunate to have been the perfect age for its theatrical release. The film was huge at my school. Everyone saw it and most kids went twice. John Hughes wrote and directed the film, and it came right after his other monumental teenage film of the time, The Breakfast Club.

The two films are mirror images of each other. The Breakfast Club is a film about teenagers having a terrible day and all of the pain and angst that is associated with being a teenager. While Ferris Bueller’s Day Off is about a teenager’s perfect day and how much fun and opportunity there is for teenagers at that age.

The other day I caught a documentary about the inside story of the filming of Ferris Bueller. It is a bit cheesy and is one of those obviously made for television specials that stations throw together on the slimmest of budgets. But hidden away at the 1:09:00 minute mark is a startling observable truth of the feminine imperative in action.

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