You have that 100% wrong. Wealthy Viennese families were complaining that their adolescent daughters were making up stories about being molested by their fathers and uncles. Freud built an entire field around this idea of the id and subconscious desires rather than believe in child abuse. This book is written by a former Director of the Freud archives and explains the issue pretty well. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Assault_on_Truth

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Clearly you have never met stupid people. Lucky you.

New Nancy is not best Nancy.

No. It was a novel from the 1960s maybe. There was a government department of telepathic planning or something. That scene was where a character was getting a tour of the recruitment facility.

Eta it might be The Demolished Man. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Demolished_Man

Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize for literature. There are a lot of albums of his I’d consider unlistenable. I don’t think he cares what I think. He doesn’t care what the Nobel committee thinks either since he didn’t show up.

The one thing they do is skewer pomp and pretension. They are the guys at a dinner party who say “everybody poops so why can’t we talk about it?” Or will ask the minister about his sex life if he asks about their relationship to God.

It can be genuinely stupid and annoying sometimes because it’s a blunt instrument. They assume that everything is fine and that anyone passionate about a cause is a misguided idiot.

Because they enjoy doing it. Look at the number of musical performers who keep going long after their cultural moment has passed. Hell I know people who keep playing and writing and painting even though no has ever paid attention.

And we still have delivery people. The function has never gone away.

I used to work construction and I learned that environments that keep hands busy and minds idle have a huge capacity to turn toxic. I think the lector provided entertainment and gave people something to talk about other than each other.

That was part of a plot of a science fiction story that I can’t quite remember. The government was screening for psychics for a special branch. The applicants would show up and wait in a room with a psychic blasting “go through the small door”.

Straight clickbait. My first thought before I clicked through was “I better not see knocker-upper in there…”. It was job number 1. No one thought these jobs were irreplaceable, many of them are just tasks in a larger process or the function still exists in a different context.

We called those duotangs.

🎵There are no commands inside the tabs of Eden [sad harmonica noises]🎵.

Scotland and Poland seem awfully judgy.

The property is not firesmart.

La maladie Anglaise.

It’s pretty clear the French are to blame.

Shit at least he didnt express a preference for Dijon mustard. Because that would be clfucked up.

Polyp

Hearing people pronounce Qatar should drive this home. English lacks the glottal “k” sound from Arabic so everything is on the table.