The director of the London School of Economics has encouraged students upset by “sexist, homophobic and class-ist” leaflets handed out by the men’s rugby club to seek counselling.
Oh, the poor, delicate little flowers! However will they cope with life?
Professor Calhoun said he was “proud” of the Students’ Union for their “prompt and decisive action” in disbanding the men’s rugby team for a year.
Because collective punishment is the
only kind worth applauding in ProgressiveLand.
He said the university is currently drawing up plans for a “School-wide programme of practical action” to combat sexist and homophobic abuse.
But the LSE athletics union isn’t going to take this lying down, and plans to appeal.
The LSE women’s rugby and hockey clubs, men’s football and the netball club all agreed with the athletics union’s decision to appeal against the disbandment.
*gets popcorn*
10 comments:
What do they expect from a Rugby Club?
Lessons in flower-arranging?
Both the whingers and the 'counselling"-encouraging cretins have shown that they are so unsuited to life in the real world, they should be sectioned for their own good.
'Rugby club humour" might be offensive to some delicate little flowers, but it's generally harmless and soon outgrown.
Please don't get me started on "counselling". Some expensive-but-useless charlatan telling you nothing's your fault and you can't cope with real life because you saw your Mom kiss the postman when you were 18 months old!
No wonder this country's full of emotionally-crippled incompetents who can't accept responsibility for pouring their own milk on their cereal...
Seek counselling? Maybe they should be lying on a couch, but for psychiatric help, not counselling.
The Guardian talent spotters will be all over those counselling sessions.
Is this 'professor' another of the girlie men that seem to infest the education establishment now?
Maybe it is time to throw them all out and restart education in the UK.
"He called the flyers 'deplorable'...according to the LSE newspaper The Beaver."
Way to go, LSE.
I was once told on a Civil Service training course (can't remember what it was for, probably equal opps or how to be a whiney little bitch, something similar) that I needed therapy because I said I didn't need therapy. Course leader fucking flipped because I disagreed that "everyone needed therapy", ended up with said leader storming out in tears accusing me of "bullying" because I wouldn't comply. This is what we are up against.
I no longer work for the CS, thank Christ.
I've known plenty of Rugby players, I follow Rugby, even played it for a bit. Yes, it's a bit rough around the edges and not particularly what you would call PC but I've never considered it homophobic, and I'm homosexual.
What do you call a beaver with an axe wound?
Twins.
FF Anonymous said...
I was once told on a Civil Service training course (can't remember what it was for, probably equal opps or how to be a whiney little bitch, something similar) that I needed therapy because I said I didn't need therapy. FF
Reminds me of my first week on a sociology course that was a "you have no choice" section of my uni degree.
Full of rosey eyed 17 year old girlies. Me, Ex Police, ex Military Police, Various periods at sea on Polar cod fishing trawlers, with an all police/seaman family, and BORN cynical. Went down like a led Zeppelin, so I did.
Strange. Got called into the tutors office, and all of a sudden it was NOT a "No choice option" any more. I, to quote her, "could leave the course if I....WANTED, and DON'T come back in this department!"
GREAT days!!! :-D :-D
Ah yes, I remember going to see the "Child psychologist" back in the early 70s (I think I was about 8).
I remember doing the "Shrink does a squiggle with a pen on a piece of paper, and I had to make a picture out of it" thing.
But being a normal health boy of 8, everything it drew was either a gun, sword, or plane dropping a bomb.
From this, he deduced that I was an "Aggressive Psychopath" and needed locking up for my own good, as I was both a danger to myself and the other kids.
My dads 2nd wife (not my mother) thought this was an excellent idea, and had arranged for all the paperwork to be sorted, awaiting signatures and away I would go.
The first thing my dad knew of this was when she said "The shrink needed a word about me" and when he arrived this little bombshell was dropped in his lap.
I wasn't in the room at the time, but from what I gather, both the shrink and his papers were both bundled up and unceremoniously slung out the door. One hell of a humdinger of a row ensued shortly afterwards, and that was the end of that.
Now, after 40 odd years of this bollox, we've arrived at this stuff and the likes of family courts...
"What do they expect from a Rugby Club?
Lessons in flower-arranging?"
The progressive's Ideal Rugby Club? Yes, frankly!
"Maybe they should be lying on a couch, but for psychiatric help, not counselling."
Spot on!
"Way to go, LSE."
:D
"Now, after 40 odd years of this bollox, we've arrived at this stuff and the likes of family courts..."
And they have the nerve to call it 'progress'...
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