@msolga,
Quote:Even some of the male students I've taught recently wouldn't view the situation we've been discussing here as some jolly orgasmic romp with benefits for all, as you described it earlier. Especially if they were actually involved.
Will you explain Olga how any male students being actually involved could possibly not view the situation as a jolly romp, orgasmic or otherwise?
Quote: Not that either type is less significant, or serious ...
You have not allowed for it being positively reinforcing to take these things seriously. I presume, as a teacher, you are familiar with the term positively reinforcing.
With many previous antecedents, which would be positively reinforcing as a logical necessity, an obsession can arise which easily gets to the point of slavering but usually of the sort of slavering not immediately in view, The money for example. The superior sanctimony, the jobs. Anything which positively reinforces. Possibly one that dare not speak its name in case any dramatic flouncing occurs. (how's that for discretion Frank?). It's quite positively reinforcing for young girls, even at 4 or 5, to be organising the games.
I had occasion to witness fairly recently four 6 year old girls playing. In my house. I had someone staying with me, and quite a bloody nuisance it was, who had a 6 year old daughter. They stayed with me long enough for this little monster to go to the local school and she had friends both from school and from nearby breeding hutches. (they describe them differently in estate agent literature as Found Soul will explain.). They played in my house, in my garden, in my truck, in the fields and in other breeding hutches in order to share out days of rest fairly evenly.
I arrived home one evening and all my bedding had been stripped off and turned into tents, dotted around my lounge, and beds in which little dolls were fast asleep. Bedside cupboards made from my rare hard-backed books. Reconstructions, essentially, of the style of bedrooms their mothers (bless 'em) had accustomed them to with various positive reinforcers. They were fascinating. Wearing make up and other face paint. Transfers like tattoos. Getting onto to my sofa so that I could see the telly required a few instructions to be given out. My heaviest ashtray, and never use a lightweight, was holding one corner of a tent in position. One dressed as a fairy princess.
The hierarchy was soon apparent to my sociological mind. I tested it. I brought home a tube of Smarties and emptied it on the carpet and told them to share them out. Which they did. They played Spud-fist" over the odd two out. But only one organised the share out. She organised most things. She knew how Spud-fist worked so got one of them. And it was obvious that she enjoyed organising and was thereby positively reinforced to seek further opportunities for an ever and upward spiral which, unchecked, ends up with being led away like Mrs Thatcher was. There was a definite pecking order and being able to turn my house upside down was what decided things. I've had twenty daisy chains round my neck more than once. And the skin under my chin is quite yellow when looked at with a buttercup.
The lady has become the excuse for a range of enjoyable experiences. Not quite "gloating". It's less conscious than that in most cases. The superior sanctity is the easiest. The clever ones are making money. And the really clever ones are making jobs involving federal funding partly on behalf of their constituents. Or some of them. 51% being sufficient.
One only need look at a breeding hutch in any MOR setting on Google Earth and then slowly zoom out, accelerating as you get to the satellite, to see how insignificant each one is and particularly at one fairly short period within the frame of Darwin's unimaginable vistas of time, to be unable to avoid noticing that the event herein being considered is so insignificant that significance can only be laid on it for the purpose of twitting up one, or more, of the positive reinforcers in play under the circumstances appertaining. Materialist theories can come to no other conclusion.
A bunch of seekers of more positive reinforcements with a sweet lady teacher, self-evidently quite popular, as a football. 300 years ago burned at the stake.
It's a poor do when I have to stand in for the absent feminists and pro-choicers who are coyly evading the case. No sign of it on our news and comment programmes which is so surprising that it is impossible to believe it is being overlooked. Placed on Ignore one might conjecture.
The courtroom scenes I saw on the first page involved a cast which didn't need to be whipped to do their job.