Guest post: For the purposes of reverse no-true-Scotsmaning
Originally a comment by latsot on Poking with a stick.
“Y’all” is very often used, at least by gender identity ideologues, for the purposes of reverse no-true-Scotsmaning.
It’s used to imply that a large group of people hold some ludicrous caricature of an already crazy view, then as an increasing number of counter-examples are presented, the target of the y’all switches to smaller and smaller groups, right down to some girl who goes to a different school, who you wouldn’t know.
It’s both more socially acceptable and more slippery by nature than “you people” because of implausible deniability (“oh, I didn’t mean all feminists are in favour of eating babies, how could you possibly have thought that?”) and because it can more easily slip in either direction, depending on how the argument is going (“no no no, I meant feminists in general which might or might not include this group specifically”).
But, most importantly, if this conversation is taking place on Twitter (and it usually is) the y’all is right there at the top of the thread, with its original implication, and that’s what most people will see.
Just confirms me in my anti-Twitter attitude and prudejudice. I never go there myself.
Probably wise, Omar, although it’s the place to go if you want to see all human life laid bare.
“Y’all”, as the opening to a tweet, is an instruction to read no further.
Or, if you’re built that way, an incentive to read a bit further to plumb the depths of smug trendy stupid. I’m built that way.
I am definitely not built that way; I stay away from Twitter. If I want to see smug trendy stupid, or human life laid bare, I just come here and get it filtered through a strong dose of sarcasm and irony, not to mention not a small amount of pique.
Alas, there is no plumb line long enough. The paradox of infinite depth within the shallowest of thoughts.
I do my best to contribute my fair share while enjoying the offerings of others. Come for the irony: stay for the pique.
Tsss all this flattery, I hardly know where to look.