Who, indeed.

The move we see here is to wag the ass before taking a dump in your lap and then dare you to respond. It is done from a position of absolute safety and power. You can't even complain.

This was easy to see coming as soon as we had journaled papers in the social sciences based entirely on the author's own opinion. There were already no standards, the imaginary wall was going to be pushed to the sea by nothing more than people attempting to lean against it.

Academia is garbage. The entire industry and all supporting frameworks. I am happy to hear them cry "Improper! Impolite!" as they are drawn and quartered by their own children.

Sheeeit, he ded: The cultural complications of black-on-black murder

So we've hit the point where actual speech is sounding like some scene out of a random bad sci-fi movie where some lost civilization speaks in bits of badly associated English.

"Him gon see de chief-presdent, say no killed him brotha an wan see if'n de murder-killa be telling da true-true. Come moontime we be yeetin him from the god-rock. We all gon gather for the tell and lap the shroom hooch. I gon check me bae."

Mr. Ranger will, Yogi.

This is what happens when you allow feminism to infect academia with cultic behaviours.