A magazine created by articulated, conservative, nostalgics; with a hint of England’s colonialist past.
Seldom have I laughed so whole heartedly as when I picked up the 16th of September issue of The Spectator, a magazine that I had previously never read before. Toby Young’s opinion piece about the current college culture of hysteria infused over-sensitivity was most amusing, the same could be said of Taki’s High Life, Jeremy Clarke’s Low Life & Melissa Kite’s Real Life.
What interests the readership of this publication based on its commercials and articles? Wine tasting, Opera & Classical Music, Chess & Bridge, advice on etiquette, cruise, horse racing, courses in History and a very funny introductions section saying the following:
“Seeking: Single Eligible Gentlemen for introductions with successful, attractive ladies of elite dating agency. Complimentary Membership to eligible gentlemen. ”
What did I take away from reading this issue?
- Arabic is “the world’s fifth most spoken language.”
- The British Parliament is slightly more complicated than what I previously thought resembling the Norwegian parliament to a degree, due to the diversity that can be seen within both political spectrums on the left and the right.
- Iceland has seemingly not evaded political correct enrichment to quote Sebastian Faulks: “The Iceland team had one native Icelander and one Brit; the rest were from Sri Lanka or Pakistan.” Hmmm….it must be fun to live in Iceland if you originally come from those places…
- Theresa May is selling out by politically crossing over into Corbyn-land, in a desperate attempt to increase her appeal.
- Theresa May is even peddling the “institutional racism” myth in order to have a politically correct reason for as to why certain demographics aren’t faring too well within the Kingdom, this of course she intends to fight politically.
- Rod Liddle recounts a story of how a British conductor was sacked without explanation at Oregon University after he allegedly uttered a racist joke to a friend of his; a musician of colour. The musician in question is furious as he doesn’t see the racism. This doesn’t seem to matter much to the thought police.
- There are other things to write about than race & gender; Jenny Coad contributed an article about our increased difficulty with making decisions in a world with too many opportunities. This was a very interesting read for sure and a very real issue in our society of over-abundance and conspicuous consumption.
- Nick Cohen shone the spotlight on the business of water: ” What interest do Kuwait and Canadian investments funds, Australian banks and Cayman Islands financiers have in ensuring the quality and affordability of our water?”
- Damian Reilly writes about Angel Hernandez who used to chemically enhance athletes. This of course got me thinking … as drugging seems to be inevitable if one wants to pull off the impossible physically.
- What sounds like an alien description of sexism, from the perspective of our post-modern matriarchy society, is recounted in the review of Claire Tomalin’s autobiography “A Life of My Own.” This adds perspective to how drastically attitudes and opportunities have changed for women; something that can easily be forgotten when enjoying our society of militant egalitarianism.
- There is a Banksy mural in Dover.
Reading The Spectator was very enjoyable indeed and something I would highly recommend. In the next issue there will be an interview with Jordan Peterson so that is something to look forward to.
I’m happy that I read this issue actually, as it is the best magazine I’ve read so far and that’s good since that spot was previously occupied by a Norwegian Marxist-Leninist publication: “The Class Struggle – (the daily left-wing newspaper).”
I was actually quite surprised by the quality of that newspaper, but their writing was very good indeed; and as I’ve said multiple times: “that is not an easy thing to find in this day and age.”
If I was to write anything negative about The Spectator it could be that the writers are merciless in their description of others, but then again, that is what makes it so funny, confirming the stereotype of the British with their deadly sarcasm.