Replies are broken @Mister Dongs but thanks for linking that ESG article again, I had lost it at some point. I have actually used that in the past to show people I know that ESG is actually real and affecting real jobs and businesses, and more importantly investor money.
It's a solid piece of work and, in my opinion, people who disagree with Romano's ideas should at least have the courage to actually address what he's saying instead of just allowing a 50 year old NEET like Simple Zack jerk himself off arguing against a strawman while pretending the formal arguments he's asking for hasn't already been presented.
Speaking of, in a turn that should surprise no one, the Simpcast host had
her first full-on, unironic, #MeToo stream tonight...
...These are the people being invited on to drunken streams and drunken meetups and drunken convention parties. You were warned.
On this subject - while half of the Simpcast was hosting a cancellation party for this poor Pat Dixon bastard, the other half (Venti, Mello and Birdie) were hosting a live panel at Anime Matsuri, despite not one of the three having even a passing familiarity with anime. I regret not covering this sooner.
THAT STAR WARS GIRL - 01/08/2022 - SIMPCAST PANEL ANIME MATSURI!
The first thing noticeable in the video is the incredibly poor audio quality coming from Anna TSWG's phone. There's a reason for this -
Ashton explains that she and Anna were having a late private party the previous night with Vic Mignogna and others where Anna accidentally threw the livestreaming phone into a hibachi barbecue trying to toss it to Vic. Anna says she was so drunk and high that it seemed like a good at the time. All of this sounds like it's going to bite Vic in the ass sooner rather than later. Maybe the old man hasn't learned his lesson yet, maybe this is all the machinations of Nicky Rackets trying to set up a Weeb Wars 2. One thing though is for sure, and that's that none of this spells anything good for Vic Mignogna.
But the Simpcast Anime Matsuri panel was more than just regaling a thin audience of the lowest, thirstiest simps with banal gossip about peripheral ecelebs and extremely marginal industry figures. It was mostly that, yes, but it was also Ashton Birdie's first real trial run as professional a culture war commentator grifter. As we recall,
Birdie's first tentative attempts at touring the Comicsgate circuit on Jon Malin's show resulted in little other than feelings of despair & suicide in Art Thibert, Billy Tucci and Frog at having to be subjected to her inane conversation - some fine tuning was needed if she was going to get in on this racket the same she did as the MAGA racket. Being unfamiliar with comics, Star Wars, anime or anything really other than enjoying the Harry Potter franchise, Birdie realizes she needs something if she's to avoid becoming an esaily exploited hanger-on once again, but the odds are against her.
Birdie turns in a virtuoso performance distilling the nature of populism and fandom into its purest essence and weaving both seamlessly into a narrative of class struggle worthy of any Marxist, making several impassioned calumnies to the effect that the rich, privileged, hereditary elite who form modern day Hollywood dynasties, generation after generation ensconsed in the highest echelons of power - the Barrymores, the Douglases, the Kardashians. Cultural critics go on about delivering "authentic perspectives" of minorities and exotic experiences, but how can an incestuous cabal of hereditary
elites in Hollywood hope to deliver a true depiction of the common man's lived experiences when they have never tasted struggle, never dealt with real hardship once in their lives themselves Ashton Birdie asks. It is an affront to society. It is an affront to
art itself,
and it's time the people started doing something about it.
"That's what Comicsgate is doing" helpfully adds Anna.
But while Ashton Birdie, Turbobased Culture Warrior went off and the cameraman occupied himself by zooming in on Brittany Venti's tits, one person wasn't holding up nearly as well - Brittany Venti. As someone who has spent years denouncing the impact that coomer culture has had on men, her values were tested like never before over the past few days. At Anime Matsuri she found herself situated at ground zero of the sweatiest of weebs, row after row of cosplay girls peddling their services to the highest bidder, rubbing shoulders the most libertine drawn pornography connoisseurs, Preston Poulter having a booth apparently, and even encountering Spirit Jr in person. What she has witnessed has taken a toll on the e-girl's soul as she finds herself having to justify her dislike of when the show she's watching is constantly interjecting with appeals to "coomers" and "perverts"; the constant injecting of sweaty palmed masturbation fodder ruins her enjoyment of the medium. Since that more or less is much of what Anime Matsuri is a celebration of, Venti finds herself at odds with both her surroundings and what she's found herself to become with her simp pandering.
Finally, one of the dozen or so audience members asks Venti about her Lara Croft costume, to which she says it was a bold protest against the prude moralists who decided the Tomb Raider heroine should have a more "realistic" bust size. Protesting in support of the disgusting coomer catering, as Venti described it not 10 minutes prior. Anna, sensing that the Simpcast is starting to lose the crowd of 10-11 guys, declares an 15 minute early end to the panel and thanks everyone for coming.
