Being black isn’t a particularly good fit for white supremacists either, but plenty have set up black sock puppet accounts to try to make their ideas seem more widespread or acceptable.
It makes me think of people who are concerned about #MeToo because they hate the idea that an unfounded accusation could ruin someone’s life. In reality, we know of plenty of cases where people attempted to fabricate incidents and failed (the fake Roy Moore accuser, Chuck Schumer, Steve Paiken [Ontario, Canada]). Privileged men think, “If I was a woman I could just say someone raped me and everyone would believe me.” For some people, they think this must be a widespread issue because that’s what they would do if they had that power.
So if someone is a white supremacist and says they are autistic (granting the possibility that they are autistic) they are doing so because they think that all you have to do is mention a disability/neurological difference all the liberals will all faun all over you and do whatever you say. They don’t understand that people who genuinely fight discrimination against people with autism know that people with autism are just as capable as any of us of being assholes.
We can accept their self-reported diagnoses of autism, ADHD or whatever else, and still disagree with them. They’re surprised by that because they think we are brainwashed.
A few years ago they took “Aspergers” out of the DSM. I thought they probably just didn’t see the point in differentiating the diagnosis from autism (just like there’s no special word for high functioning people with schizophrenia or bipolar). Now, looking back, I wonder if they knew something.
I actually laughed out loud. Yeah, people think Nazis weren’t just a bunch of stupid assholes. They were just a bunch of stupid assholes.
What distinguishes them was that they did horrible things. It’s more about opportunity than character.
I’m not sure if it’s mandatory, or just a guaranteed result. I do know that if you work designing advertising for car dealers, it settles in mighty fast.
Apropos that, I went to a friend of mine’s end-of-year ‘sell the paintings for beer money’ auction, and bought a lovely diptych of pictures made of scratched acetate, because they reminded me of the weird moodiness of Tove Jansson’s drawings at her darkest. They are worth, maybe, 3 beers. If I’d bought the lot before, which were a bunch of shitty line drawings of toasters and kettles, I could have sold them for enough to buy a new car, cos Charles Saatchi bought some of his other work at a show in London. Art is weird. i like my moomintroll diptych anyway tho.
It’s worth what it is worth to the buyer; actual cash prices are crazy.
I once sold a painting for a week’s groceries, and paid my graphic designer friend a bottle of whisky to do the layout for my dissertation.
