This is wild to me. The kid is incredibly confident--because he can back it up. He knows it going in, she snarks at him, pulling rank, and he rebuffs it. He mops the floor with her, grandmaster notwithstanding.
He then, and this is the special part, tells her a (to him at least) true thing: That someday (after he has ascended even further) he hopes she'll be happy that she had the opportunity to play him. When he was young and small. Because in the future he's going to be big and famous, and he won't have the time, and she won't have the pull, for this match-up to even happen.
He doesn't defer to her womanness or her superior credentials. That's fantastic.
We all talk about what needs to happen to fix the natural relations between men and women in modernity. It's this. It's don't give her a pass when she's being bitchy, don't defer, and don't make yourself small to appease her.
She tries to pull rank by calling herself a Grandmaster after he shows his credentials as a Master. Except, as he points out, shes a Woman Grandmaster, which is an entirely different rank made specifically for women, a rank which is equivalent to the sexless Master rank that the boy holds. If he had a vagina, he would have the same Woman Grandmaster title she does. He's throwing her attempt to shove her rank in his face back in her face. This is an even matchup, and there is no reason for her to act so haughty in the first place.
TL;DR Her credentials aren't actually superior, they are equal to his own.
You really can't tell? Like when he says he's a master, and she counters that she's a grandmaster? Or right off the bat when she peeks under the table to see what he's up to? Or starting her interaction with him with "how old are you?" Or when she says she's "still higher than you?"
Brother, for whatever reason you're glazing this chick. He's not. He's doing better than you.
No one is "glazing" anyone. I'm just not some over emotional little boy looking to be offended by human behavior. She looks at his pillow, oh my days, she looked at his pillow. Clearly this bitch needs to be corrected. She asked a child how old he is? Are you serious, the nerve to ask a kid who's playing adults in a tournament his age. He offers his rank unsolicited she responds in kind. And she's in the wrong?
But, it's not just me, several others besides me have pointed out to you what's sitting in front of your face. You're choosing to have a chimp-out over this rather than actually listen and synthesize what's being reported to you. When numerous other people tell you "I see this," your sheer insistence that you're not seeing it doesn't make you right and them wrong, it makes you increasingly more likely to be seeing things (or not seeing them) inaccurately.
She challenged him, he pushed back. That's what happened here. It's not about "wrong," she was swinging dick. I guess that's part of the sport, but you are refusing to see this in her, and assigning all aggression to him.
You're wrong about this. And that's the limit of my interest in this, take it or leave it.
Her use of an unearned title, Grandmaster, was a power play. He correctly pointed out that her title is actually Woman Grandmaster, which is equal to his own title of Master.
Attempting to one-up an 11 year old with a title you don't even have is some class A bitchy behavior.
He brought up rank unsolicited. She asked how old he was, he responded he was 11 and was a master rank. She said nothing about his rank. So how should she have responded when he brings up his rank?
Something along the lines of "Oh, good job. I'm a grandmaster," would've been nice. Instead she retorts him, saying "And I'm a grandmaster" as response to his "I'm a master." A retort is not friendly conversation. There's nothing friendly in her approach. Everything she says is questioning his right to be there. You can call it ribbing or trash-talk if you like, but the one thing you can't call it (though you seem to be determined to do so) is neutral or friendly.
This is wild to me. The kid is incredibly confident--because he can back it up. He knows it going in, she snarks at him, pulling rank, and he rebuffs it. He mops the floor with her, grandmaster notwithstanding.
He then, and this is the special part, tells her a (to him at least) true thing: That someday (after he has ascended even further) he hopes she'll be happy that she had the opportunity to play him. When he was young and small. Because in the future he's going to be big and famous, and he won't have the time, and she won't have the pull, for this match-up to even happen.
He doesn't defer to her womanness or her superior credentials. That's fantastic.
We all talk about what needs to happen to fix the natural relations between men and women in modernity. It's this. It's don't give her a pass when she's being bitchy, don't defer, and don't make yourself small to appease her.
She tries to pull rank by calling herself a Grandmaster after he shows his credentials as a Master. Except, as he points out, shes a Woman Grandmaster, which is an entirely different rank made specifically for women, a rank which is equivalent to the sexless Master rank that the boy holds. If he had a vagina, he would have the same Woman Grandmaster title she does. He's throwing her attempt to shove her rank in his face back in her face. This is an even matchup, and there is no reason for her to act so haughty in the first place.
TL;DR Her credentials aren't actually superior, they are equal to his own.
Objective numbers are sexist, use made up words instead.
All the credentials in the world don't mean a thing after Pe4, eh? 😸
When was she bitchy? When did she ask him to defer? Who asked the kid to be small? You are tilting at windmills
You really can't tell? Like when he says he's a master, and she counters that she's a grandmaster? Or right off the bat when she peeks under the table to see what he's up to? Or starting her interaction with him with "how old are you?" Or when she says she's "still higher than you?"
Brother, for whatever reason you're glazing this chick. He's not. He's doing better than you.
No one is "glazing" anyone. I'm just not some over emotional little boy looking to be offended by human behavior. She looks at his pillow, oh my days, she looked at his pillow. Clearly this bitch needs to be corrected. She asked a child how old he is? Are you serious, the nerve to ask a kid who's playing adults in a tournament his age. He offers his rank unsolicited she responds in kind. And she's in the wrong?
But, it's not just me, several others besides me have pointed out to you what's sitting in front of your face. You're choosing to have a chimp-out over this rather than actually listen and synthesize what's being reported to you. When numerous other people tell you "I see this," your sheer insistence that you're not seeing it doesn't make you right and them wrong, it makes you increasingly more likely to be seeing things (or not seeing them) inaccurately.
She challenged him, he pushed back. That's what happened here. It's not about "wrong," she was swinging dick. I guess that's part of the sport, but you are refusing to see this in her, and assigning all aggression to him.
You're wrong about this. And that's the limit of my interest in this, take it or leave it.
Her use of an unearned title, Grandmaster, was a power play. He correctly pointed out that her title is actually Woman Grandmaster, which is equal to his own title of Master.
Attempting to one-up an 11 year old with a title you don't even have is some class A bitchy behavior.
He brought up rank unsolicited. She asked how old he was, he responded he was 11 and was a master rank. She said nothing about his rank. So how should she have responded when he brings up his rank?
Something along the lines of "Oh, good job. I'm a grandmaster," would've been nice. Instead she retorts him, saying "And I'm a grandmaster" as response to his "I'm a master." A retort is not friendly conversation. There's nothing friendly in her approach. Everything she says is questioning his right to be there. You can call it ribbing or trash-talk if you like, but the one thing you can't call it (though you seem to be determined to do so) is neutral or friendly.
You really don't see this. Hmm.