TROGDOR! TROGDOR! Burninating the grocery stores, burninating the wimmenz!

The real losers will be women in the end

Why does this come over as ‘nice liberal democracy you have there; shame if anything happened to it’?

It is MEN (in the form of plumbers) that come to the rescue when the toilet is clogged.

I hate to disabuse Trogdor of his assumptions but I generally take care of a clogged toilet myself long before a plumber is necessary.

Amazingly enough I – poor benighted female that I am – have mastered the use of a plunger.

“[T]he average man is a natural hunter thanks to instincts ingrained in his brain by evolution and (barring injury) can fend for himself.”

Heh, just noticed this. Sure, if you aren’t injured, you can do just fine. The rub is that the first time you try to fend for yourself, you’re gonna get injured rather quickly…

A perfect example of how MGTOWs never get out of their house, or even absorb any media outside of their MGTOW bubble, apparently. Seriously, turn on any given Discovery Channel doc where they’re showing something being manufactured, and you’ll see plenty of images like the ones in this post. It takes some real ignorance to blithely assume that men do all the productive work.

Oh boy, I almost missed the racism.

- And finally, it is MEN who venture deep into the deadly, hazard prone “diamond mines” located in remote locations

It’s easy to miss, but Trogdor’s “remote locations” comment is telling to me. Those diamond mines aren’t in remote locations to the people who work them! But given that MRAs are almost universally racist as well as sexist, Trogdor probably can’t imagine anyone but white men doing productive work, so he probably has some vague image in his mind of white men hopping on airplanes and flying to Africa to personally dig diamonds out of the dirt to give to their wives.

Can’t imagine why white first-world men would do that. That’s what subjugation of local populations is for! And that’s another reason Trogdor is full of shit.

I love how Greece and Rome are listed as feminist time periods. They’re… places. That still exist. And Ancient Rome and Greece (Which I know is what he meant) weren’t particularly feminist…

I mean, they hated woman so much they didn’t even want to sleep with them.

*yawns and stretches paws out* He’s in good company xD Some of the rly transphobic radfems like talking about the coming Mad Max apocalypse too xD (the problem of looking for similarly worded hatred from self identified feminists is that critics all obsess over finding ones against cis men, but when it comes to transphobia.. yikes Dx so if you want to attack feminists for being awful, then care about fighting transphobia, and you’ll have your sharp pointy stick! :D )

I remember 2 comments similar to this where one talked about how they are against trans ppl b/c in the mad max gender war future (the MRAs like this and the radfems like this seem to RLY LIKE the idea of the coming gender war they predict xD they should be like the apocalyptic Christian and Jewish sects I read about in The Year of Living Biblically who are working together to try to get the end times going b/c they believe their side will benefit xD) there will be no hormones and trans ppl will be left scrambling and confused and easy prey, and they’re just trying to help them pre-emptively by being against transitioning in the present >_>;;

The other was the Matrix future where if ppl don’t stop the rise of trans ppl in the present, in the future trans women will be harvesting the organs of cis women for their own purposes xD

So yeah, not particularly good company there for this personpants :\ I always love the news articles that talk about how men “hunt” for products when they shop and women “gather” when we shop. xD One I remember had an “expert” talked about how men shopping online are feeding their base hunting instincts xDDDD

The real problem w/ the dynamic he’s talking about tho is classism :\ (b/c he seems to think that women are all living in “The Hills” or living the Suite Life xD) so he’s actually got a point… until we get to the coming mutant Apocalypse xD

I’m gonna be raptured off to catbunny heaven before the gender war starts neways tho cuz I’ve been a good angelcatbunny :D But those who aren’t, I suggest stocking up on supplies, and picking a side xD Remember to watch out for the mechanical trans spiders, they’re a doozy xD (what DID people think the T in T-1000 stood for neways? xD )

Remember to watch out for the mechanical trans spiders

*shifty eyes* Oooooh, there’s no such thing! I can reassure you, that will never happen. Nooosiree, nope, no mechanical trans spiders here! Nada! Zilch!

Hey…get away from that bucket of springs and gears! And don’t touch that sheet metal! That’s for my…uh…my…my new shed! Yeah, the apocalypse-proof shed I’m building!

I love how this dude is obviously a rich city person. Seriously, I can’t imagine anyone who has lived or worked in a low income or rural neighborhood to spout shit like this. Only rich urban men pretend that all women could or do live like the gender expectations for rich urban women.

Maybe they mean Babylon 5! After all it’s had a female commander a couple times! xD

It is MEN in the form of police, security guards, and soldiers that provide women with a “safe atmosphere” in which they can walk around freely at night.

Since it is men themselves who are presenting a danger to women in those situations it is perhaps meet that they police themselves.

Permit me to observe that they are not entirely successful.

@Percyprine I have noticed that the “it’s a dangerous neighbourhood out there, shame if anything happened to your store, if you don’t give me what I want, I can’t control what happens to you” protection money thing seems a favourite well to go to of these types xD

@Ami Angelwings

“there will be no hormones and trans ppl will be left scrambling and confused and easy prey, and they’re just trying to help them pre-emptively by being against transitioning in the present >_>;;”

That makes me headdesk more than “there are no wimmin in sweatshops!” Don’t they know that not everyone trans takes hormones? ><

“Yo Trogdor, bit of a question here. If we were to throw you into the wilderness with nothing but the clothes on your back, how long do you think you’ll last?”

Indeed, I wonder two things when I read this sort of ignorant paean to “living off the land:” first, how many people could really live for any significant time without the machinery of civilization? I know I couldn’t. I just don’t have the skills.

Which brings me to my next question: who cares? Even in an imaginary world where all six billion of the world’s people could fend for themselves in the wilderness, any hypothetical breakdown of society is going to be very unpleasant for everyone. Knowing the difference between edible and poisonous berries is not going to save your ass on The Road, I guarantee you.

Like right now, I’m sitting outside in a Starbucks patio w/ my coffee wondering where all the ppl coming out of the store are coming from, cuz I dun remember there being that many ppl in it when I was getting my coffee xD This is like the clown car of Starbucks! But if this was the post apocalyptic world, i’d be sitting outside a lab/factory with my shotgun carving this post in the crumbling wall next to me wondering where all the zombies/terminators were coming from xD

And ppl would find: “This is like the clown car of production factories! xD – AA” carved into the wall next to my corpse (complete with the xD )

(Just for funsies I encourage everybody here to post what they are doing ATM and the analogue of what they WOULD be doing in the post apocalyptic future xD )

I am Trogdor of the Hill People! Much have I seen, and much have I done! Will you not join me? For I am Trogdor of the Hill People!

I’ve been helping out at a local Farmers Market recently, and trust me, there are plenty of women who could live off the land if they needed to, and teach others to do the same.

It’s like MRAs think if a woman is standing in the middle of a forest with no man around to see her, that she doesn’t exist or doesn’t do anything.

I’ve had moving parties with all-women groups. I’ve helped out at construction projects where the women were more willing to work than the men were. I and my fellow pit percussionistas in marching band could move all our equipment by ourselves if we had to, which was often the case. Most of us in the United States have probably been to a Thanksgiving dinner where the women did all or most the work while the men watched football.

How convenient for MRAs to write off women as a whole as lazy, then ignore the many women that actually can and do work hard. Like saying parrots can’t talk and ignoring the parrots that actually do.

@Ami:

Well, I’m currently in my room trying to get over what I just learned was Bronchitus… Soo, I guess in the post-apocalyptic thing which I somehow survived, I’d probably be huddled up and shivering in a cave somewhere, hoping to get rescued before I get found.

In essance, I’d be screwed… :(

In the Mad Max future, the hotel where I work will operate on the barter system. I’ll check in guests, and collect the chickens, hogs, apples, pottery, wicker baskets, and hamsters they use to pay for their rooms. My weekly “paycheck” will take the form of a basket of fruit, a jar of olive oil, and a side of beef.

@David Futrelle Ah, the Y2K panic! How did I forget about that?

I think another component to the end-of-the-world fantasy is that it’s, in a perverse way, very emotionally satisfying. No more reading on the news about the latest disaster & wondering how it will effect you: everything’s just *over*, all at once!

(Not that I actually want one to happen, just thinking about the catharsis in some disaster movies I’ve seen.)

This is also reminding me why I love to read Octavia Butler novels.

Let’s see, I got back from a cookout a little while ago, so in apocalyptic world…

I met up with a group of weary survivors, huddling in a hut to protect us from the scorching radiation, sharing the last of our rations in memory of the beginning of these troubled times. We do not know where our next meal will come from. Probably Eddie.

@Molly I wanted to qualify that I meant No I dun think they realize that some trans ppl dun take hormones :\ (I realized my no might have sounded too flip :\ )

Well….it is true…women are hopelessly dependent on men. They are so dependent in fact that they have to codify their dependence on men and social support by law.

I mean, they really don’t know how anything works…you know? I don’t look down on them for it but it’s true. Without men women might very well starve to death. We just don’t know because they have never been “independent” without the support of men or the State. Men take risks and build innovative structures of business etc. Women do not come up with anything new. Women serve as functionaries withing structures that men build, including the house they are sitting in now.

Being a man it is startling when you look at the numbers. In the business we say “all money leads to women.” We found that the majority of women’s money is spent on themselves. More money flows from men and government to women than men and government to men and even boys.

Women are a tremendous drain upon resources but the important part is that by consuming so much they keep the economy running. Liquidity is a form of production. It is all run off the “me factor” of women. Appealing to their tastes and proclivities is not that difficult.

I’ve been involved in several shopping center development projects. We want to make sure we attract women’s retailers which is not that difficult. A good 80-90% of all market space is devoted to women and sometimes for a single item…for women. The economy would literally grind to a halt without the voracious level of female consumption of resources.

Oh, and I should probably explain that the elevators will be powered by banks of hamster wheels

So, according to MRAs, women’s brains can be used to power elevators. See, Trogdor005, they will be useful.

@katz I just had an image of Vin Diesel begging you for granola and a chance to join your macho army.

“Granola Mercenaries” — awesome porno or Fight Club parody?

Let’s see, right now I am playing with the dopey dog and checking to be sure I have everything I need in my messenger bag to go to rehearsal tonight. And trying to decide if I am going to eat this piece of cake now or when I get home.

I suppose in a post-apocalyptic world that means the ridiculously happy Golden would be a preternaturally smart and utterly loyal attack dog. And instead of scripts and post-it notes my messenger bag would be full of super-secret plans to the lair of a bunch of evil slaver hoarder baddies. Beats the hell out of me what the cake would be doing in this scenario.

I’ma do this, even though it may be long, just cause its cool..

Lets take a journey, back in the cloudy haze of time, back to early humans. It was a simpler time, where men were men, women were women, and little fuzzy animals were dinner. In those days surviving would be the name of the game, with women having babies as fast as they could raise them, and men providing the nutrition they required. But no one wants to live on the edge; stability is good.

Villages form, groups of families out to protect each other with the assurance that others would do the same. These villages thrived, as there is safety in numbers. Over time, new advances, all making survival easier, would be developed. Hunting would be sharpened to a fine art, and it would be discovered that putting this little part of a plant makes another plant appear sometime later. Food would not longer be dependant on hunting, which would often be more danger than it was worth.

Fast forward a little bit, and our little villages have grown immensely. Some villagers would be able to specialize in certain arts, like finding out which bit of plant would help you feel better if you had a pain in your tummy, or a gash in your leg. Ever onwards technology presses, with more stable houses, language, domestication.

These new people were much different than their ancestors, some of them could barely hunt, while others could provide food but didn’t know the slightest about what to do when the rains came. It didn’t matter, because these were longer, healthier lives that could not be wiped out in their entirety after a bad hunting season.

And now today: vast metropoli (plural?) dotting the once barren landscape. Billions (billions!) of people living without knowing how to hunt or sometimes even cook. Get sick? We know the cure. Hungry? We’ve got resteraunts open everywhere. Survival is a non-issue; even the poorest in the city can scrape by on loose change from benevolent passersby. Though we are quite different than our ancestors, we are comparatively living in utopia.

And now, Trogdor, you see this “unbroken chain” (thanks Carl Sagan), this beautiful result of human struggle and ingenuity, and say “oh to hell with it.” Because in your mind, the ability to kill, skin, cook, and eat a rabbit is much more important than living in a world where that isn’t necessary. And in fact, you look upon those hardened ancestors of yours and say “hmm, men did all the hunting, while all women did was raise the enormous number of children needed to ensure that the human race continues to exist… Men are awesome, and women are parasites!”

You squishy, modern day man, have no “instincts ingrained… by evolution” because you do not require it. You live in a world where you can enjoy art, literature, and music because your life doesn’t depend on when your next meal comes. And you use accidents of evolution and history to conclude that 50% of the population is nothing more than a worthless parasite, and that if only the world were brought back to the early days (of man and mammoth), that 50% would be put in their place. Do you so spit on that 200,000 years of human history, and use it so flippantly to try to support your modern day bias?

;tldr; technology is awesome, Trogdor is ungrateful

Yep! I’m a useless female. In the event of the apocalypse, I’m dependent on the goodwill of my boyfriend’s dojo to keep me from being killed by zombies/ex-thugboys/granola mercenaries/sharksnakes.

Of course, the dojo is half female, so…

I just got home from my boyfriend’s house after a long and stressful day of cuddling and watching Galaxy Quest. In the post-apocalyptic world, I’m pregnant with my fourth child by three different fathers (gotta insure genetic diversity, dontcha know) and tending to my boyfriend’s war wounds while telling my enthralled children what I remember of the story of Galaxy Quest.

I just got back from biking and am amused by all the post apocalyptic scenarios (I like the hamster one esp! :D ) and happy that ppl are playing along and having fun :D

In post apocalyptic world, I just got back from the death races having machine gunned down yet another poor sap and stolen his vital organs, and am currently being inspired by Sarah’s rousing speech :D