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The world’s best Chinese Input Method

For the first time in history, there is now an easy Chinese input method that you can use without needing to know the pronunciation of the character you’re trying to type. It’s called Jade Gazebo.

Other shape-based input methods have existed before, but they took a long time to learn, and if you didn’t get the input sequence exactly right, the character you wanted wouldn’t come up. With Jade Gazebo, you can hunt-and-peck Chinese just like English.

Let’s take a moment to think about how profound that is. Even if I don’t know Greek, I can look a passage of Greek text, look at a Greek keyboard, and successfully type it. I might not be very fast at it, but I’ll succeed. Same with Hindi. Same with Inuktitut. But with Chinese, that’s never before been possible.

Now it is.

But don’t think Jade Gazebo is just for hunting-and-pecking. Jade Gazebo can also be used for professional touch-typing, since 99% of characters have unique input sequences. Using this one input method, you can start as a hunt-and-pecker and eventually become a touch-typist. That’s something no other Chinese input method can claim.

Obviously the main beneficiaries of this will be people who want Hanzi tattoos. Now that the most ignorant English-speaker can type any random Chinese character by sight, there’s no excuse for them to not look up the meaning of their desired tattoo on Wiktionary before getting it.

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Three songs by George Michael that are hillariously hypocritical in retrospect

1) I Want Your Sex

In this U.S. #2 hit from 1987, George Michael begs his female lover to have sex with him. This was 11 years before George was caught soliciting anonymous gay sex in a public lavatory in Los Angeles.

His actual girlfriend of the time appeared in the videoclip. “Don’t you think it’s time you had sex with me?”, he asks of her. “I tell you that I love you but you still say no.”

I suspect it was actually the other way around.

2) Monkey

In this U.S. #1 hit from 1988, George rails against his lover’s addiction (unspecified, but presumably drugs).

This was 18 years before George was found passed out at the wheel of his car in the middle of the road due to habitual drug use. And 18 and half years before the second time George was found passed out at the wheel of his car in the middle of the road due to habitual drug use.

3) Spinning the Wheel

In this U.K. #2 hit from 1996, George laments the unfaithfulness of a lover who seeks out dangerous sex with strangers. “Ain’t you getting what you want from me?”, he asks.

Ten years later, George was (again) busted for seeking anonymous public sex. George told the media that it was okay because he and his boyfriend, Kenny Goss, had an open relationship. Apparently that was news to Kenny.

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Murder and Misogyny

On the 4th of August this year, in a quiet suburb of Pittsburgh, an armed man walked into an aerobics class full of women and opened fire. He killed three women, wounding another nine. The names of the dead were Elizabeth Gannon, Jody Billingsley, and Heidi Overmier. I was in Pittsburgh around that time and saw the memorial that sprang up around the gym.

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The gunman, George Sodini, had a blog. In it, he complained that he hadn’t had a girlfriend since 1984, and hadn’t been laid since 1990. In his last post, he explains his motive for the shooting.

“Why do this?? To young girls? [...]

“I was reading several posts on different forums and it seems many teenage girls have sex frequently. One 16 year old does it usually three times a day with her boyfriend. So, err, after a month of that, this little hoe [sic] has had more sex than ME in my LIFE, and I am 48. One more reason. Thanks for nada, bitches!”

The thing about George Sodini is that, when you watch that YouTube video of his, he actually looks like a pretty good catch at first. You can see that he works out, and wears cologne, and keeps his house immaculately organised.

So what went wrong? Why did he have so much trouble getting a date? And why did he turn violent?

Firstly, George was a racist with a penchant for guns. I suspect that’s why he didn’t date much. Women can spot assholes pretty easily.

Secondly, another video he reveals that he’s a fan of books by so-called “seduction gurus”. I think that explains the violence.

memorial_3aPeople think these seduction gurus are jokes, but they’re not. They’re a cancer who sell misogyny to the kind of gullible men who fall for big promises and cheap stage tricks.

We have one of them in Toronto. He goes by Dimitri the Lover (a.k.a. James Sears) and is much despised. He delights in referring to women as sluts, and claims that “men [are] born to be RAPISTS and women born to be RAPEES”. He believes that the only reason rape is illegal is because “every woman is CHATTEL, owned by a man … NOT because anyone truly cares about the feelings of the ‘RAPEE’”.

He tells men that women who won’t sleep with them are “stuck-up bitches who play games”. (And the ones who will sleep with them are “sluts”.)

What we saw in Pittsburgh is the logical result of this thinking. Stuck-up bitches, all of them. Maybe they deserve to be killed indiscriminately in a hail of bullets.

memorial_2Idiots need to realise that following someone like Dmitri the Lover makes you less appealing to women, not more. Because women can spot an asshole.

Seriously, if you think a “seduction guru” can help you more than a therapist can, then you deserve to die a lonely childless virgin, and you probably will. In fact, you might as well do us all a favour and kill yourself now. It would save yourself another forty years of futility.

And do it before you take any innocent women with you.

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Rebel Without a Cause: More proof that people once had no gaydar

Let’s get this out of the way now: Rebel Without a Cause is not a very good movie. Despite being a part of pop culture consciousness since its release in 1955, it’s pretty… dull.

At the time, people were shocked by the movie’s portrayal of a culture of mildly disaffected youths who felt they were neither children nor adults, who engaged in irresponsible or rebelious behaviour, and whose parents didn’t understand them. But nowadays, we take that for granted. We call them “teenagers”.

(You have to remember, the concept of being a teenager only emerged during the post-WWII economic boom. Before that, most people had jobs by the time they were 15 and grew up quickly.)

There are still a couple reasons to watch the movie, though.

The first is that it launched the careers of three very talented leads. It was the first starring role for Sal Mineo, the second for James Dean, and though Natalie Wood had been a child star before, it was her first role as an adult. All three would be nominated for Oscars that year.

And somewhat spookily, all three stars met tragic ends. James Dean died in a car accident. Natalie Wood drowned. Sal Mineo was murdered by stabbing. That seems to make this movie feel all the more mythic in retrospect.

The other reason to watch the movie is to be amazed that, once upon a time, people had no gaydar.

Seriously. Though the movie is pretty slow and tedious, it’s impossible to miss that the fact that James Dean and Sal Mineo spend the entire movie wanting to jump on each other, with Natalie Wood wanting to be the meat in that sandwich. I’m not kidding.

(This probably wasn’t much of a stretch for any of the actors. Both James and Sal were bisexual, and Natalie dated a number of gay men.)

And yet, with all that was written about the movie at the time, no one seems to mention that. Viewers at the time interpreted it as the three characters wanting to be a pseudo-family, with James and Natalie as the parents, and Sal as an adopted son. Seriously. They said that.

No gaydar, I’m telling you.

If you don’t believe me, watch the movie for yourself. It’s really obvious.