Mark Minter takes on Marriage, Mangina Manservants and America’s Matriarchal Infrastructure
Mark Minter’s worst nightmare
Today I’m feeling lazy, so I’m just going to pass along some thoughts from Mark Minter, a fellow best known, insofar as he is known, for leaving melodramatic manospherian manifestos – look, three “m’s” in a row! — in other people’s comments sections. I’ve written about him before – twice! — and he’s recently returned to his old habit of leaving his droppings in the comments here.
This little masterpiece of purplish prose, however, was left in the comments section of Roosh V’s Return of Kings blog (and brought to my attention by a commenter here), where he gets a much friendlier reception than he gets in these parts. His topic: Returning to the United States after spending time abroad. (I’ve cut out big chunks of his comments, as Minty is a tad long-winded.)
I have been back 3 years and I do not seek to engage America in any way. I stay home, on the internet. I shop in the middle of the night for food. When I must be out in the day, I move quickly, efficiently. I interact little with this society that I am no longer a part of. Some of that is age but a lot of is that I have killed my American self and I feel no affection for it, no loyalty to it, and I shall discard it forever, soon. The only connection is feel to it is you, you band of renegade rebels to whom I feel a kindred spirit.
We few, we happy few, we band of douchebags!
Despite the claims of feminists, America is the Matriarchy, the land owned and dominated by women and their mangina menservants, their guards, their infrastructure that so caters to them, their laws.
Yes, it’s true. Along with its mangina manservants — hi, everybody! — America has a Matriarchal Infrastructure. For example, this power plant, located just outside Dacron, Ohio, is devoted entirely to providing electricity for women’s Hitachi Magic Wands.
Anyway, back to Mark’s riveting ruminations:
You see it when upon landing in America. In other places, immigration is almost a “lip service”, a gang of sorts to get money from you when you arrive and when you leave. The security you must pass, when entering. is almost a joke compared to what you encounter when you arrive in America. And it is far greater when you leave, those airlines and airport security forces have a procedure that is not so much that the idea of the country you are leaving, but rather the dictates of America, and its women.
Clearly, only women want border security. If it were up to men, anyone could just waltz in no questions asked, carrying bombs, heroin, large snakes, strange insects, bootleg t.A.T.u. CDs, what have you.
And here you are not a man, but a functionary, a manservant, a slave to women. You see it when you arrive, you feel it, you know it, that stripping of your masculine dignity that begins the moment you leave the plane and enter an American terminal, that herding, that loss of the you that is you. And you see it as you come out on these clean, lit streets, this great giant boring shopping mall, all designed for women, all policed for women, all at the behest of women and those manginas that have bought in … .
Damn you, America and your good lighting! Fuck you and your infernal lack of litter!
It is more than merely cultural, more than social, it is even biological. This matriarchy has dominated even nature here, controlled every last aspect, even the dirt, even the germs, all of the animals, and certainly, all of the men.
It’s true. ALL OF THE ANIMALS. Even my cats are women. Spoiled, pampered women who expect everything handed to them on a silver platter!
Well, not so much a silver platter as little paper plates. Also, I make them poop in a box. But you get the idea.
If you stay, you will remain in angst, a slave to women.
When I close my eyes the image I see is elsewhere.
Weird. I see the completely unilluminated inside of my eyelids, which is not a terribly interesting view.
And when I die, the fact I got to live elsewhere for a time, will dwarf what I feel about here. It is the basis of my rants about marriage and this American life as a married man being insipid, stupid, and a waste of the life of man. Because it ties you to here, it chains you, it removes your option, your hope, that you might leave, and seals your fate as a slave.
So, I guess … don’t get married then? Problem solved!
I don’t think the women of Matriarchal America are going to miss out greatly from you removing yourself from the marriage market. So, seriously, go right ahead.
NOTE: There is no Dacron, Ohio.
Posted on April 23, 2013, in antifeminism, crackpottery, drama kings, imaginary backwards land, imaginary oppression, kitties, manginas, marriage strike, matriarchy, men who should not ever be with women ever, misogyny, oppressed men, PUA, rhymes with roosh, western women suck and tagged antifeminism, cats, misogyny, pick-up artists, pickup artists, PUA. Bookmark the permalink. 1,037 Comments.
Leftwingfox: Wow.
Blackberries are always that tension between “they’re really really delicious” and “oh god they’re everywheeeeeere!”
the matriarchy now gets credit for stuff all teh menz built? how did we get all those matriarchal laws passed, again?
Apparently The Lysistrata wasn’t fiction. Or something. :p
This discussion of food is making me think about the food I need to get after work.
I just got accepted by UC Santa Cruz! Words fail to fully express how happy I am to hear that. Not only is it an awesome school, but I’ll also finally have an excuse for my religious family to move out by the end of this year. I feel like I’m going to cry any second. (Hopefully I won’t because I’m currently in a library. >_>)
@Aaliyah
Congrats!
And their student health care covers trans*-related health, which means that I’ll be able to start HRT even sooner than I thought…I’m so looking forward to it!
Maybe I’m being a little too excited, but this is some really big news for me. Especially since for the longest time I’ve seen myself as a failure who would never be accepted by a UC school.
It makes sense to be excited. XD I mean, big deal. Especially since it has student health care*
*though I admit my knowledge of college is very limited, since I am still in high school.
^^^lol, for clarification, I meant “it is a big deal” not “big deal” as in sarcasm. I sometimes omit verbs. *facepalm*
Congratulations, Aaliyah! I am really happy for you!
@Fade
lol, no worries. I’m feeling great, so I didn’t read your comment the wrong way. =P
Congrats!!
Aaliyah, what fantastic news. I am so happy for you! It is such a beautiful campus; you often look out a window to spot deer wandering by, but don’t let them distract you from your studies. And banana slugs (school mascot) are also awesome, though slimy. Super-congratulations to you!
Your news makes me think of this Aaliyah:
:)
I’ve walked through the campus before – it definitely is beautiful! The best thing, though, is that it’s in Santa Cruz. The only city in California I’m more fond of than Santa Cruz is San Francisco. I love the environment in Santa Cruz – it’s perfect for me. It’s very trans*-friendly and liberal. =]
Congrats, Aaliyah. UCSC is a really excellent school with a lot to offer.
Aaliyah: Woo hoo! This calls for the party cannon!
@Aaliyah, from what I’ve learned about you from reading and now posting, I think this is a huge deal! An awesome one! As someone with specific health needs (speaking for myself here) health insurance is REALLY important in choosing a job/school. And you got into a great one. And it’s going to be an amazing change. And you can start HRT when you want. It’s all so awesome!
You live with people who judge your success based on stupid shit like how long your hair is. Obviously UCSC thinks their assessments are all wrong!
Are you going to seize the opportunity to move out for real, or will you be going home for summer?
@Aaliyah, can’t resist the video fest,
Sweetheart, I am sooooo happy for you, well done :) You are awesome.
Futrelle, I am appalled to learn that you agree with the men’s rights activists who bullied the London Irish Centre into cancelling the booking for the radical feminism 2013 conference.
Thanks for the welcome, guys :)
The dudebro following me hasn’t commented on my blog yet, but he has a couple of gross misogynist articles on his blog, and he started following me shortly after I posted in the feminism tag, so I’m bracing myself (sorry if I made him sound worse than he was. I tend to exaggerate)
My Manboobz story:
One day, I was innocently scrolling through my feminist Tumblrs when I clicked on a linked article about MRAs. And then, I made the ultimate Internet mistake. I read the comments.
MRAs had come out of the woodwork to defend themselves. Arguing about what a loving and tolerant movement they were. Citing statistics that stated that men were domestically abused more than women. Shooting down women in the comments section who brought up their own abuse. My young feminist mind was in turmoil. Where did these strange, hate-filled people come from? Why did there seem to be WOMEN supporting them? And, most terrifyingly, what if they were right?
Desperate, I scoured the Internet for more information on these curious MRAs. And in the comments section of a post explaining why reverse sexism didn’t exist, I found it. The link to what might possibly be the best blog in the history of the Internet. The link that led me here.
I’m going to do my best to seize the opportunity. I can’t stand living here anymore. If I get accepted by UC Berkeley as well and go there instead I’ll consider moving there, too. I can live at one of the co-ops there as they are much cheaper than dorms, apartments, etc. There’s a nice co-op in Santa Cruz, too, but I’m not sure if it’s still active.
Aaliyah: Woohoo! Congrats, and good luck to you, on all fronts!
Warning: The credit card companies love to get new students signed up early on. While those cards CAN be useful to build up a good credit score, you’ll want to really limit yourself–it’s shockingly easy to get over-extended and trapped. Best option: Get a card that’s tied to your bank account. Only use the card as a credit card when you know that, at the end of the day, you can go home and pay off the full amount of everything you spent that day.
clairedammit: “I move quickly, efficiently.”
He is so efficient, he doesn’t have time for the word “and.”
I think that his sentence is better, it’s got a rhythm suited to the idea. It’s amazing that he managed to write it, given his other rhetorical excesses and failures. Perhaps this is an infinite monkey moment.
Aaliyah, if you get into Berkeley and have any difficulty finding a good living situation, let me know. I know a family there that sometimes takes in boarders and they’re very cool people. (But co-op sounds better, because you’d be surrounded by other students!)
I appreciate the advice, but I’m not interested in credit cards. I already have a debit card, and credit cards seem to be more trouble than they’re worth because of debt and so on. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.
Aallyah, that is really awesome! And living in a coop is a great idea. It is not only more affordable, but it’s a great way to get more socialization and have people to share chores with. Anyway, it sounds like you’re going to have a blast in Santa Cruz. *Throws confetti*
Oh no, sorry, I mispelled your name. I thought it said Aallyah instead of Aaliyah. WordPress makes the i’s and l’s look very similar on names.
Heh, it’s no problem. But if you’re worried about making that typo again, you can just call me “Ally.” That’s way easier to spell for most people, I presume.
Haha, Ally, I think I’ll call you that! Earlier, I thought I had copied your name to paste in my comment. I had been writing up a recipe earlier and still had stuff in my clipboard from that and ended up writing “Congratulations, Some lemon zest!”
Anyway, I agree, a co-op sounds great, and if it’s less than great, you’ll still be out on your own and it will be a learning experience. And yeah, with regards to credit cards, they’re mostly more trouble than they’re worth. For one thing, for the last few years, companies will charge late fees on payments that weren’t even late, and it’s such a hassle fighting that. It’s nice to have one in your files, though, for emergencies and hotel reservations and such, but most students don’t really need one.
Maybe so, pecunium, but to me it sounds pretentious as hell. Yeah, monkeys. :-D
Congratulations, Aaliyah, for getting into University!
I’m not a big fan of credit cards either, but they can be very useful. Not just for emergencies, but also for traveling if you have a miles system. As you spend with your credit card, you accumulate miles. Once you get enough, you can use them to cover your air fare. That’s how my family saves hundreds, if not thousands, on plane trips.
Also, if you have many credit cards, but keep them all under control (like, only spend a few hundred dollars on one or two of the cards and leave the others untouched, and pay off every bill every time), you build up a nice credit report that tells loan companies that you’re trustworthy, and they’ll be more willing to give you a loan should you ever need one.
The biggest benefit of a credit card is it allows you to start building your credit score. Whether that’s important for you or not is something none of the rest of us could tell you. :)
I found Man Boobz through Pharyngula, and I’m so glad that I did!
I miss Calif. food. Next time I’m in LA I will make a trip to Phillipe’s, as well as the usual stop at Lucky Baldwin’s. Maybe a trip to The Great Greek.
Heck, I almost want to take another just to visit all sorts of new food.
It sounds fictional. This isn’t how people write when they’re actually describing their experiences. This is how they write when they’re making something up. Remember NWOslave’s saga of the peanut butter theft? He also leaves out his conjunctions:
And it also sounds very much like something that didn’t happen.
I no longer remember how I stumbled upon Manboobz. Probably on a search while looking through feminist blogs, or something. I remember going through pages and pages of the site with examples of hateful diatribe, shocked at how awful some people could be (the one with TheAmazingAtheist and Amanda Todd stuck out to me), but also relieved that there were people like David who did not approve of this shit.
clairedammit: Maybe so, pecunium, but to me it sounds pretentious as hell.
As a copyeditor I’d think the “and” was excess, and distracting. I’d have cut it.
That Minter got it right… monkeys all the way.
@Aaliyah
That’s amazing, congratulations!! Happy dance!!
Re: credit cards
The pros for me are:
a) Building a credit report
b) There are situations where a credit card can be the only card method accepted (here in Canada anyway)
c) Having that credit available for an emergency can be an absolute lifesaver
The con is that you can easily get yourself into a hole if you aren’t vigilant.
Aaliyah: Whoo-hoo!
If you would like to have some support in Calif. I have friends not too far from Santa Cruz. People who will understand what you are going through.
One benefit for store credit cards is that the stores will send you coupons and special offers for shopping there. Target takes 5% off the total price for all in store and online purchases if you use a Target card. At Sam’s Club, they keep track of your purchases for the year and then give you a cash back bonus at the end of the year. JC Penney’s gives birthday gift cards to card members. Kohl’s coupons only count if you use a Kohl’s card. The trick is to never spend more than you can pay each month, though, or the interest fees will rack up fast. That’s how they get you.
katz: Oh yeah, it sounds way fake. There aren’t that many places where one can shop in the middle of the night. The whole tenor of it is also very much in the PUA Mythos of the Anglosphere, and Minter is sadly forced to return to this hell on earth, after his sojourn in the land of milk and honey.
What really impressed me when I first lurked here was the lively comment threads. At first I was pretty disturbed by a lot of what the trolls were saying (this was back when NWO was extremely active) but the replies were so insightful and so funny that I was glad David let the trolls show their asses.
@Aaliyah Just wanted to say congrats, you don’t know me and vice-versa but congrats. Also it’s Wednesday here so happy,happy,happy anniversary to Kittehs’ and Himself. Sorry for hijacking lads, as you were!
Oh, I forgot, I found Manboobz when David made a comment on Pandagon. I might have not noticed it, but Amanda replied and I clicked on David’s name to see what was up.
So, y’all were talking about blackberries earlier today. I walked out to drop something in the compost bin just now. There’s a tree in my backyard that I’ve never noticed, until it drooped and started getting in my way. I looked up and…
Actually I think they’re mulberries, not blackberries. What do you think?
berries
leaves
Either way, I might be making a pie soon. Or I might just leave the berries for the birds and make a chocolate rum cake instead.
Yes, katz, that’s it!
Just quickly, before I go to bed, midnight here.
My Man Boobz story.
Ah, I remember it like it was yesterday…*seraphic music*
I was pissed off with youtube commenters bashing female drummers, saw comments that led to MRA channels and angry googled ‘MRAs are wankers’. Hey presto, Man Boobz.
-Seriously, that is exactly what I did :)
Nighty, night everyone.
@ Aaliyah
Yay! I know people who went to both Berkeley and Santa Cruz, and they’ll both be great places for you. Know someone who lived in a co-op at Berkeley too, and he loved it.
Oh poo, of course, thank you @Theda Bara. :)
@ Kittehserf and Louis, have a lovely, lovely day/night, hope my book comes soon :)
Really going to bed now.
Byeeeeee
(I just love the word lovely, I use it too much, but it’s just so….lovely)
One and the same, IMO. Yes, most copyeditors probably would favor the pronoun-free version, and in an actual story (fiction or nonfiction), it would be more “correct” because the short, terse clauses convey the speed and brevity of his midnight sojourn.
But he doesn’t have a copyeditor. This is a blog comment, ferchrissakes, not even a blog post, let alone an autobiography. The precision of the language just makes it look like he went over it several times, thinking about how exactly he wanted to phrase everything. Why would he be thinking about the most convincing, evocative way to describe what happened? Because he made it up! When people share their actual experiences, they don’t write like that; they usually just say what happened in fairly plain language. So it sounds false.
So, in a sense, it’s wrong because it’s right.
Ha, I assumed that part was probably true, but he’s trying to make his midnight trip to the convenience store for Ho Ho’s sound like the act of an urban ninja rather than a basement-dwelling troglodyte XD
Delicious mulberries! And yes, that looks like what those are (not too many proper berries actually grow on trees). Also good in jam. I’ve got a jar of it in my fridge.
This made me literally lol.
@ Shadow
Yeah, with Dubai the gloss is still more clearly an overlay, and it’s easier to get away from it, which is why I like it better. Bits of the old city are still there underneath. Singapore just feels oppressive, because if you do manage to get away from the gloss you’re not going to like what you find at all. I’ve met people who love the place and it always wierds me out – like, don’t they notice how strange it is? I wonder if they’re the same people who buy RealDolls – maybe they have a particularly weak case of the uncanny valley effect.
Welcome, Mouse and BabyLawyer!
@cloudiah, pecunium
Thanks! I’ll keep those things in mind. =]
One thing does worry me, though. When I start HRT while I’m at UCSC and my father inevitably finds out, he will most likely threaten to withdraw his financial support for my university expenses until I obey him – he currently pays for my education and has already threatened to stop paying for my tuition for my current college when I did something he disliked. So I really, really hope I have some kind of job by the time I start attending UCSC (or Cal). I probably won’t make too much as a freelance web developer, but it’ll be a start.
Been away camping. So. Much. To. Catch. Up. On. It’s taken me 2days to read all the threads. Holy crap, isn’t Chloe pissed off in the other thread?
Deep fried Mars Bars I reckon are a tourist gimmick. I’m old enough to remember the days before them (43yr old ex Edinburgh Scot, now living in Oz). Square sausage on a roll or deep fried pizza,now that’s real.
And I came here via either Lawyers,Guns and Money or I Blame The Patriarchy (now defunct).
Part time commenter thanks to time difference meaning I miss a lot of the good stuff, further complicated by 2 small kids. Hats off to other Aussie comnenters.
Congratulations Aaliyah!!!
How about the South Orkneys? If I recall a recent wikiloop correctly, there is no airport and I’m positive there are no malls or lit streets (or, in fact, streets). Two additional reasons why Mark should move there:
– there is no permanent population (good for Mark as he seems to hate human interaction, good for the non-existent population as they won’t have to deal with him)
– the weather is even more miserable than in the northern hemisphere Orkneys
Captain Awkward. In the comments policy there, trolls are informed they will get nothing but contempt at CA, and to try their luck at Man Boobz (where they’ll also get nothing but contempt, but people might engage). I was intrigued. Disclosure: I do not plan to troll in any way. Just in case you were getting your hopes up. ;-)
Now let’s see if those blockquotes work.
@Aayilah, major congrats. :) I’m so happy for you!
And welcome to everyone new. :)
Careful with mulberries, they stain like hell.
Also, Aaliyah, I know we haven’t ‘met’ as yet but I’ve been keeping up, so congrats from a random blog commenter!
Oh and I’m not super new (well, and I’ve been lurking ages), but I think I was linked off a Feministe article where the author quoted one of David’s blog posts. I normally stay out of comments but I read them once when I was bored and decided I really liked the community here. :)
Aaliyah Oh God I’m sorry. I have words that someone over my shoulder is screaming me to write. I won’t. Sorry for butting in. Sorry.
I don’t think Minty would be very happy in Saudi once he realized that most of the laws (other than the ones about driving and covering your head) apply to men too. A country that sometimes puts men in jail for extra-marital sex? Totally misandrous, obviously.
On the Scottish tendency to deep fry things, I don’t think the mars bars are the worst thing. The worst thing is definitely the deep fried pizza (though that may be Glasgow-only).
OTOH we tend to make steak pie the proper way (with nice puffy pastry that gets all gooey on the bottom from the gravy and no kidneys), so I feel that makes up for a lot. Also we have better fudge, toffee, etc.
BTW I’ll be 40 later this year and I’m not feeling this “oh noes I is an olds” panic at all. If turning 40 will make me invisible to assholes, awesome.
I also learned about Manboobz from Feministe – I’m a long-time commentator on Feministe. But it was from the commentators there, not an article. I don’t know if any of you remember DonnaL from Feministe, but I think she’s the one who mentioned this place. And then out of curiosity I checked it out, and I have never regretted sticking around here.
Just realized this: if Minty never leaves his house except for at night, how does he know he lives in a matriarchal hellhole? Does he get all his information about the world from MRA sites? *shudder* Scary thought.
Oh, and congratulations Aaliyah! (Don’t really know you, but I’m happy you got in!)
I vote for the Bathtub.
I’m not sure what you mean. I’m confused. Can you please clarify?
We have deep fried pizza in Edinburgh too. I’ve never eaten it, I tended to have a pie supper with salt ‘n’ sauce.
I loved turning 40, it was the best party and I felt so much more confident and happy than any of the other decades.
Aaliyah Just the Dad, HRT thing. Like I said sorry.
@Theda
Oh, there’s no need to apologize – you aren’t “butting in” at all. If you really feel that uncomfortable with saying what you were going to say, that’s fine. But I must say I’m curious.
What have the
Romansmatriarchs done for us?@Aaliyah:
Congratulations – but more importantly, good luck and I hope you find your university experience to be everything you wanted and a few things that pleasantly surprise you, with a bit of managable inconvenience to add some spice and colour.
@Manboobz:
Not a clue. Was here for ages before posting anything (scared, worried, anxious, trouble phrasing and not wanting to cause offense).
Don’t remember where or how. I think… Maybe it was a happy google accident? Something related to PuA’s or MRA’s or anti-feminists and my frustration and confusion with both, and then I read the archieves and couldn’t leave. Now I’m stuck. Bound to this place like some spirit. Couch is top notch, though, so don’t even mind.
But I don’t know. It’s lost in the past, somewhere in the fogs of the capsizing memory unit that binds past, present and future. I do know this is one of my favorite pages on the internet.
And that you people are all several shades of awesome.
Hurrah for that!
@Post:
The strange thing about Mittens entire rant is that *that* is actually a nicely poetic turn of phrase. It’s so jarring, so alien to the otherwise stumbling, floundering turn of phrase.
“When I close my eyes the image I see is Elsewhere
And the places I go to somewhere,
a second before the impact
and freedom is what I find in the core of my mind
body slung out on the kitchen floor”
… What was I doing? Apparently writing rhymes. All right.
Had deep fried pizza as well when I stayed in Edinburgh, but not a big fan. I usually just got chips and cheese, or white pudding supper. Also I love haggis on a roll with brown sauce. And a can of Irn Bru of course.
@Aaliyah Curious how?
Aaaah Irn Bru.