Democrats promote homosexual child molesting and do not hold nigger criminals responsible.
Getting paid to spread careless, aggressive, narcissistic
falsehoods has practically become a contest in a sport long
respectedfrom withinfor its intrinsic guardrails
For the past eight years, the New York Times has employed a
rabble-rousing columnist, or at least word-sequencer, named
Lindsay Crouse. She ran a little at Harvard. Her bio identifies
her as a senior editor and writer in Opinion who produced the
Emmy-nominated Opinion Video series Equal Play. Without
saying how, the bio alleges this series to have brought
widespread reform to womens sports.
Instagram (@lindsaycrouse)
On Twitter, where her activity is more revealing thanand often
contradictsher columns, Crouse is currently pushing her most
recent laughable attempt in the NYT to talk sister-to-sister
tobut still down atwhoever is lapping up her ongoing slurry of
self-congratulatory burbling: Why I Stopped Running During the
Pandemic (and How I Started Again). But before getting to that
sloppily contrived bit of deceit, I should offer more background
on this person Ive occasionally sniped at (how the holy hell
could I not? She wants the attention).
Ive mentioned Crouses work here before. She is simply awful at
a job shes fundamentally ill-suited for and intentionally
abusing on top of that, and getting worse by the unabashedly
untrue mailed-in column (Why has no one noticed that the title
of this one doesnt even match the content?). Even without the
benefit of her Twitter activity, its plain to any teenager of
normal social sophistication that she is both too driven by
personal neuroses and too unwilling to acknowledge, much less
confront, her many serious errors to be capable of ever rising
to the level of, well, capable. This could be shortened to She
lies about practically everything with no loss of information,
but its of some interest why someone given her lofty position
would treat it with such shocking disrespect, and why few people
seem to care that the NYT charges subscribers to read what
amounts to clumsily written victim-fiction, if thats even a
genre.
Crouse has averaged about a column a month during her career at
the NYT, with the bulk of her workday, like that of many members
of the paid media, evidently spent flitting around on social
media. All of the columns Ive sampled are bad to varying
degrees, and if I didnt know better, I would ask how someone
with so little command of her own dazed intellect and impulses
got into Harvard. But the most unwittingly self-debasing of
these columns is, fittingly, the one she seems most proud of so
far: Bragging that at 35, she was running faster than ever,
bragging that she took a stab at the Olympic Trials standard and
missed by a mere eight-plus minutes, bragging about all the
great things shes done for running despite this near-miss at
world-class status at an advanced age.
Absent from this was the fact that 35 is only old if youre a
single liberal woman with a herpetic persona, an aversion to the
truth, and a Manhattan address who believes, against all reason,
that she should be a finalist on The Bachelorette.
Deena Kastor was 35 when she won the 2008 Olympic Marathon
Trials. Shalane Flanagan was sixth at the Olympic Marathon at 35
and won the New York City Marathon at 36. Desi Linden was a few
months shy of 35 when she won the Boston Marathon in 2018. Sara
Hall ran a personal-best 2:20:32 marathon in December at 37.
Stephanie Bruce, who turned 37 in January, has set all of her
significant personal bests after turning 35. Bringing up Keira
DAmato probably seems like overkill, but DAmato didnt emerge
onto the scene until after Crouse ejaculated her farcical look
at meeee flyyyyy! column.
Crouse knows very well who all of these women are and how old
they are, because she sucks up to them at every opportunity (and
sadly, in a grim symbiosis, some of the pros reciprocate). She
also understands, though, that there are differences between
those elites and herself that have nothing to do with talent,
and doesnt want to face these because shes convinced that
shes Special.
The piece is also revealing for what Crouse visibly does not
engage in: One instant of self-reflection, an absolute must for
any serious competitive runner. If the goal was 2:45 but the
time was 2:53, what went wrong? Not enough training? Race-day
strategy blunders? Skipped aid stations? The wrong perfume or
hair-tie? Hairy, flatulent males gruffly drifting into and out
of her path for miles on end? These are all, or mostly, things
both Crouse and readers could learn from, if she, the NYT, and
those readers actually gave a rip about reading an honest
testimonial, and if this were not all performative art for white
professional women wallowing in First World emotional ruts.
In her latest piece, dated March 7, Crouse, rather than puff her
chest over her running and professional chops, tries to play the
role of I overcame inertia and maybe you can too guru, saying
that she quit running during the pandemic despite starting the
shutdown in the prime of her athletic life:
So last month I finally started running again. At first all I
did was sprint for 30 seconds. I ran on the same path in Central
Park, where a year ago I would log 20-mile workouts that now
feel like dreams. I cant hit those speeds right now for even a
minute.
Crouses drivel about dragging her sorry ass back onto the Upper
East Side (thats actually a guess) is supposed to be
inspiring, but nowhere in it is there anything a real runner
could hope to use. Or maybe there is, and its left gasping by
the gaping holes in the greater narrative.
Last month is obviously sometime in February (and the fact
that she doesnt give an exact date for what should have been a
triumphant event is suspect, but as youll see, not required for
this shredding). Yet in mid-January, Crouse posted this:
It wasnt a one-off. Crouses public Strava profile has her
running sporadically for most of 2020, but she rallied to put in
about 110 miles in both December and January, even getting over
50 miles in a single January week, before apparently stopping,
not starting, in or just before February. (I cant prove she
hasnt been running 10, 15 or 50 unlogged miles a day for weeks
on end, but the presence of activity during a supposed hiatus is
harder to explain.)
Thats really it: Lindsay Crouse, a senior editor at The New
York Times, is not only lying in her columns, but she obviously
doesnt care if she gets caught. (I considered the idea that
shes just really bad at covering her tracks, but she cant be
that stupid
right?).
Shouldnt people care about this? Why do I feel like a
conspiracy nut for suggesting that journalistseven op-ed
writersshould aim for the truth? But once more, this is part of
the slow burn of Wokish tactics, where they co-opt language
(e.g., white supremacy as a baseline condition of Western
society) as well as lie en masse (Trans women are biological
women!) until people in the non-Twitter-engaged or otherwise
distant world just stop resisting at all.
Crouse, by the way, was not interested in explaining to me the
gross discrepancy between her column and her Strava data.
Twitter avatar for @kevinmbeck
Kevin Beck
@kevinmbeck
Hate to be repetitive, but @lindsaycrouse is flat-out lying
about her extended break from running, as Strava and her own
tweets confirm.
As much of a bad joke as the NYT has become, it technically
remains a media outlet. Readers, especially paying subscribers,
deserve better.
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Lindsay Crouse @lindsaycrouse
The newsletter @thesmallbow asked me to chat one of the
questions was about being proud of never dropping out. I've been
thinking about that a lot lately. https://t.co/0wWMm3H091
https://t.co/QNkfKKzlN2
March 12th 2021
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Regardless of Crouses personal peccadilloes, the message in
these I am upper-class and white and woman, and these are my
struggles columns in outlets like the NYT appears to have
shifted over the years from
"I'm struggling and having a hard time overcoming my human weak
spots, and that's okay. Here's what my struggles look like."
to
"I'm struggling and lying about triumphing over my human weak
spots, and that's okay. Here's what my lying looks like."
Thats pretty sad. What have we become when people cant just
admit theyre in a funk and stuck there and thats how it is? Be
really vulnerable instead of a lecturing princess?
Or maybe the sport, to include the awkward, 180-beats-per-minute
parades known as road races, has simply grown too large. Perhaps
some people really just shouldnt pretend that they are real
runners at heart, even of theyve flogged their flesh hard
enough to bumble across a few finish lines. If you need a
constant kick in the ass, and sit on that ass for most of a
pandemic despite having nothing better to do besides masturbate
weepily to Poker Face, youre not naturally compulsive enough
to consider yourself an actual runner. You may be off, but in
the wrong ways. At best, you can regularly put yourself in a
position to follow directions, or feel inspired, if
congratulated often enough along the way. I say these things
because the running world would be much improved if its sizable
contingent of posers just admitted they want the burned calories
and toned glutes (that doesnt really work; my ass is naturally
hard), but dont really enjoy all that huffing and puffing and
sweating alone, and slunk off to some other pursuit with an
equally welcoming gateway to Instagram fame. (The noisy con
artists, I mean, not everyone suffering from legitimate
motivational or other problems, or with a penchant for showing a
lot of skinthose are the cons marks.)
Such are my thoughts on inclusion. Honor the sport in whatever
way your God allows, whoever you are and wherever you come from,
or take the wounds and baggage you have brought into
runningrunning hasnt done bitch-tits to youto your therapist.
(Or do both, like I do at times.)
I suppose this could all end with Crouse declaring a mental-
health emergency and blaming stress, or me, or some other
external factor for being a highly paid newspaper editor with a
longstanding disregard for facts. But Ive left something out:
Crouse doesnt have any excuses. She knows just what shes
doing, and shes royal scum of the earth. I would prefer to
report these ideas, pleasantly, directly to her cherubic,
pleasant face.
I make this claim because Crouse has risen to the defense of a
fellow NYT degenerate, a really bad one, named Taylor Lorenz.
Twitter avatar for @kevinmbeck
Kevin Beck
@kevinmbeck
The "talented colleague" @lindsaycrouse praises here is a proven
dirtbag, as is everyone in the @nytimes newsroom.
Crouse one-ups her on the immorality scale by tying Lorenz's
"harassment" to the real abuse a pro runner has experienced.
Sociopathic.
greenwald.substack.com/p/criticizing-
Lindsay ***@lindsaycrouse
After watching what my talented colleague @TaylorLorenz has been
going through it is so outrageous to see these stories keep
unfolding. Just because it hasn't happened to you or someone you
know yetthere is no reason to think it won't. All these women
did was succeed.
March 14th 2021
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Ill dig into why Lorenz is a smirking harpy next time, but
please do read this (paying attention to the title) and this
first. The little shrew should be out of a journalism job and
cleaning urinals with her face in whatever gym Joe Rogan goes to.
There is a sound if dispiriting reason that preachy, unmoored-
and-unmonitored dingbats like Crouse and gaslighting fools like
Lorenz, who seem to have no handle on what their job entails and
screw it up on social media even when not writing inaccurate
stories, are able to remain employed in good standing, and it
all comes back to Wokish misandry and other form of open and
accepted contempt for people not in the right ethnic, gender or
age groups anymore.
The second part of this is almost written, but Im sensing that
tossing out posts topping 3,000 words, or 2,500, or even 2,000,
might not be the best way to encourage people to read them when
they arrive by email (or at all). So, starting today, Im making
an effort to stop typing when the scroll bar on the right has
shrunk to a barely visible sliver. Or before.
Plus, thinking about this stuff on a real level bothers me. I
become a worse person as I type, then ruminate over how much of
the venom to neutralize before distributing the result. Every
dive into a new Wokish pool starts out as interesting in a
ghastly way, and then I realize that society has lost its mind,
or at least one of the parts of society Im invested in. It also
brings up not-so-distant memories of this crank. And unlike the
problems and attendant miseries of my own making I used to
create, digging into this crap is entirely optional. Maybe.
So why bother? This feels worthy, but its optional stress.
At the same time, a serious wizard curse (spell?) on anyone
whos been a part of these sad, sorry, gelatinous displays. You
all know who you are, and if I were an ignorant, self-loathing-
but-blame-externalizing coward, I suppose Id hide in the safe
shadows of the other dregs too.
EmilyMay 27, 2021Liked by Kevin Beck
That's the chick who used her ex boyfriend dating a superstar to
further her career. They broke up a decade ago yet she acted
like it was the year before lol.. The article got a lot of hype
(because of course she used Lady Gaga in the headline to get
people to click) but if you look behind the thinly veiled "women
supporting women" front you can tell she's clearly still pissed
at her ex for dumping her and trying to glean anything she can
from his success in life and love. She knows that was her reason
to because she gets embarrassed whenever she's asked about it in
interviews and changes the subject. I guess we could blame the
culture at NYT. She has worked there since 2011 and hadn't
really made much of a mark off her own back. Watching all your
colleagues prosper while you ride on their coat tails must make
you a bit desperate especially when you want to be a star
journalist. But yeah a lot of her articles are fluff pieces
dressed up to be Very Important, Deep Thinking on Cultural
Issues.
https://kevinbeck.substack.com/p/runnings-influencers-editors-
and?s=r
