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The Men’s Rights subreddit finds its Walter Mitty

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Has the Men’s Rights subreddit found its Walter Mitty? Yesterday, a fellow by the name of Mrwhibbley won himself nearly 200 upvotes from the assembled Men’s Rightsers with a tale of terrible misandry at his local Panera Bread.

I am sitting at panera bread. I got here at 6am, when no one was here. After ordering, I took the only comfy chairs next to a nice fire place and started reading. Halfway through my meal two women came up and asked me to move because they wanted to sit where I was sitting.

Ok, but before you say that this didn’t happen, consider this: Only a few minutes ago a woman demanded my seat, and when I didn’t get up to give it to her she simply sat right on top of me. And by woman I mean cat.

I told them I would be done in about 10 minutes and they could have it them. The older woman (only about 35) said “a real man would be a gentleman and offer his seat to a lady”

That is exactly how those “older ladies” of 35 talk these days.

I replied politely that I understand her outdated view that feels women are weak and require special treatment, but that I believed that women are strong and independent and should be treated as equals.

That’s right. Mrwhibbley has installed a Reddit-comment-to-speech generator in his mouth, and can conveniently turn it on when he wants to recite a Men’s Rightsy talking point.

Immediately, another table about 10 feet from me filled with women (4 women over 70 years old) started chuckling. I initially assumed they were laughing at them women, but then one of them said “what ever happened to chivalry? In my day, a real man would have jumped up….and pulled out the chair for the lady. That man is an ass!”

Ah, yes, because all women, across all generations, are united in their goal of making men give up their nice comfy chairs by the fireplace at Panera Bread.

It was obvious that she said it loud enough for me to hear. I politely replied “In your day, you just got the right to vote, and were not treated as equals. Aren’t you glad you aren’t still in your day?”

Oh, snap!

Well, Mrwhibbley sure showed those old hens what’s for!

By the way, women in their 70s would have been born in the late 30s or early 40s.

Naturally. the assembled Men’s Rightsers applauded Mrwhibbley’s great heroism in standing up to the gynocracy.

But this isn’t the first time that MrWhibbley has had this sort of heroic confrontation with evil, privilege-demanding females, as one of the few skeptical Men’s Rightsers in the crowd pointed out. Only a month ago, he had a surprisingly similar showdown an an ice cream parlor with some teenage girls:

This is a rant. After a long day at work (6am until 3:30) without a break, I was tired and craving an ice cream. I walked in about a minute before a group of 6 girls about 16-18 years old. I ordered my ice cream and paid, and took it.

No misandric misandering so far.

while they ordered theirs, one of the girls commented loud enough for me to hear that a real man would have let a lady go first.

Oh no she didn’t!

Seriously. This didn’t happen.

I ignored them. Two other girls made other comments about my car and my clothes not being fashionable. Again I ignored them. A couple more goggles and comments under their breath that I didn’t hear. After 15 minutes I finished my ice cream and got up to leave. They said “bye loser!”

Imaginary teenage girls can be so cruel!

I decided the high road wasn’t working and said “You are not ladies, and you are to fat to be eating ice cream. Next time try a salad.” Felt good. They were insecure bullies in a pack and deserved to be spanked.

Naturally, the Men’s Rightsers congratulated him for his deft handling of these little misanderers.

So am I being too hasty in assuming that these little stories are fiction? I mean, strange encounters do happen.

Heck, a couple of months ago I was walking back from the grocery store at 1 or 2 AM (I keep odd hours) and a group of gay guys drove up in a convertible, stopped the car, and asked me what I was carrying in my bags. I awkwardly mumbled something about “a lot of different things.” This was apparently not witty enough for them. One of the guys repeated “a lot of different things” with a note of disappointment in his voice, and they drove off.

A few moments later, I realized I should have said “condoms and cat food — I’m having a party!” The first two parts of that would have even been true.

The difference between my story — which actually happened — and MrWhibbley’s — which almost certainly didn’t — is that mine is just a weird thing that happened, and which proves absolutely nothing.

The guys in the car had obviously just left one of the gay bars in the neighborhood and saw me with grocery bags, and must have thought this was sort of amusing given how late it was. So they decided to say something to me. This turned out to be more awkward than hilarious, as real life often is.

The story doesn’t reinforce any weird gay stereotypes — oh those gay guys, they’re always asking about groceries! — and doesn’t make me look like some sort of master wit with a perfect comeback, because I didn’t have one.

In MrWhibbley’s stories, by contrast, the women seem to have come straight from Men’s Rights Central Casting; they are misogynistic caricatures. And of course he always has the perfect comeback — or at least what passes for perfect on the Men’s Rights subreddit.

Another day, another battle with imaginary evil women. That’s the Men’s Rights movement in a nutshell.

The AgainstMensRights folks have been all over this one.

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Posted on January 10, 2014, in are these guys 12 years old?, attention seeking, evil women, imaginary oppression, men who should not ever be with women ever, misandry, misogyny, MRA, reddit, self-congratulation, shit that never happened and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 269 Comments.

  1. My late father once told me (this was before he died, btw) of being on a BART train, some while after he retired. Car was crowded, he was standing. A much younger man got up and offered him his seat. Dad said, “I was so mad that I wanted to hit him! Then I sat down and thought ‘this is much more comfortable’.” For the record, Dad was very much not an actual hitting people kind of man. I hold doors for people of various gender presentation, and remember to say ‘good morning’ to bus drivers. As I tell our sons, good manners are the luxury everyone can afford.

    Except MRAs, apparently.

  2. My late father once told me (this was before he died, btw) of being on a BART train, some while after he retired. Car was crowded, he was standing. A much younger man got up and offered him his seat. Dad said, “I was so mad that I wanted to hit him! Then I sat down and thought ‘this is much more comfortable’.” For the record, Dad was very much not an actual hitting people kind of man. I hold doors for people of various gender presentation, and remember to say ‘good morning’ to bus drivers. As I tell our sons, good manners are the luxury everyone can afford.

    Love this! This could be a daily devotion! Its a matter of the heart .

  3. I tend to think that if you can go through the day without making someone else’s life worse, that’s good, and if you can make another person’s life better via little acts of kindness and/or just being a decent human being to them, that’s even better. Manners and the related social rituals, like holding the door for someone who’s behind you/has their hands full/otherwise might benefit from your door-handling assistance being one example of such a social ritual.

    For MRAs, having to even consider the possibility that other people have feelings that you might want to avoid stomping on is an attack on their civil liberties.

  4. So I was literally just in the local shop and there was a girl of about 11/12 in the queue, I stood behind her but she said ‘no, I’m not in the queue’ so I moved ahead of her. Then I turned around and joking said ‘because my cider and sandwiches are so important (smiley face) (also cider and sandwiches are super important yo)) she smiled and said ‘well I only came in here for candles because it’s my birthday but they ID’d me and said I couldn’t buy them’. I said ‘that’s ridiculous, go and get them and I’ll buy them for you’. She did so and at the checkout the person (man) behind the till said ‘are you getting these candles for that girl? The till comes up with a prompt to ID so I had to…’ I said ‘no, its my birthday. Wish me happy birthday.’ Both of us knew I was buying the candles for the girl. On the way out I gave her the candles and she gave me £2 saying I couldn’t refuse and thanked me profusely.

    MISANDRY!

    Also, she was black and wearing a headscarf.

    MISANDRY AND ACCEPTANCE OF OTHER CULTURES/RACES!!!!!!

  5. Also the candles were those teeny cake candles that burn for like a minute. Just to make it more ridiculous.

  6. A while back, I was sitting on a crowded bus, and a woman comes on. She stood near me very pointedly, and her body language clearly indicated that she believed I should give up my seat. I smiled very pleasantly at her, and kept my ass in my seat.

    These women aren’t “Men’s Rights Central Casting”; they are terrifyingly real.

    Cool story, bro. You almost had me believing, too!

    And in other news, imaginary rude women are “terrifying”.

    The Greatest Human Rights Movement in the History of Fucking EVAR, youse guyz!

  7. Cool story, bro. You almost had me believing, too!

    And in other news, imaginary rude women are “terrifying”.

    The Greatest Human Rights Movement in the History of Fucking EVAR, youse guyz!

    I know I was fixing to ask where to send donations for his recovery .

  8. Now that I use a walking stick, I often get offered a seat on the tram.

    Usually it’s a woman offering.

  9. When I say “terrifyingly real”, I’m not literally saying the experience was traumatizing. There a bizarre element of contradiction in women these days- they have a double whammy of entitlement from feminism and chivalry.

    And you have a triple whammy of entitlement from misogyny, exaggeration, and stupidity. Do you even read what you write?

    Allow me to suggest that the women here may not be very equipped to spot instances of sexism and female dickbaggery, for obvious reasons.

    Nope, obviously not.

    It’s true- there will always be manginas and such. They cause damage.

    Yes, all those teeth in there leave terrible snags in the upholstery. Right with you on that one, Kevvykins.

  10. My mangina has teeth now? Mangina dentata?

  11. Are you a Scalzi, Robert? ARE YOU?

    (From here.)

  12. Mangina dentata?

    Mr K’s baring his teeth now.

    Oh dear.

  13. Yes, I can see that. Mr. K has a very lovely smile, BTW!

  14. He has, hasn’t he? :)

    Especially when he’s being all fierce mangina-y.

  15. Katz – I’m not sure if this is the right thread, but you were asking about Pravda here or somewhere. Argenti Aertheri’s suggestions were the best. But in case they don’t work out, you might try the website. It’s http://gazeta-pravda.ru/ I looked at the first page of the registration (not sure if you read Russian, but it’s the first link just below the “login” button, and it’s just asking for name, email, username, etc. – they don’t seem interested in money – although they might be, later on – I didn’t try going through the whole registration to check).

    You probably had already tried it, but I’ve found that looking for things whose original names are not in Roman lettering, it’s usually best to do the search in the original name’s alphabet.

  16. oh – one thing I forgot to add – Russian websites are rather notorious for having malware (the link I gave you is OK), so if you’re searching any Russian sites, make sure you have a good site advisor or two running.

  17. I feel like it stopped appearing credible with the 70+ year old women eating at Panera.

  18. @zoon echon logon

    “Though I agree that sexual frustration (why won’t women do what I want them to do) plays a major role in MRAism, being a decent guy is neither a necessary nor sufficient condition for having sex or being in a relationship.”

    Agree.

    “WF Price is married to a ‘feminist’. Paul Elam has a girlfriend that apparently supports him financially.””

    I did not know that. It surprises me some (the fact that the top MRAs, who’ve made their pathetic little careers ranting against feminism, are supported financially by their feminist wives/GFs, has to earn some special place in The Halls of Ironic Hypocrisy), though not entirely, as there are all kinds of women out there (contrary to MRA’s imaginings).

    But, ew.

  19. Yes, a few examples of random groups of ladyfolks joking around and/or acting like bungholes is totally evidence of the rampant institutionalized misandry in our society.

  20. It surprises me some (the fact that the top MRAs, who’ve made their pathetic little careers ranting against feminism, are supported financially by their feminist wives/GFs, has to earn some special place in The Halls of Ironic Hypocrisy), though not entirely, as there are all kinds of women out there (contrary to MRA’s imaginings).

    It always surprises me that these women put up with their shit. Especially since these guys don’t even have the superficial hotness factor going for them. If it’s some kind of Extreme Makeover, MRA edition, where she’s trying to smarten him the fuck up, it might make sense…but I don’t see that happening. It looks more like a case of “Woo-hoo, looky here you guyz, I tamed me a FEMINIST!”

    But then again, maybe that too is just an act, and all this rarrblarr on the Internets is how they convince themselves that they haven’t been all domesticated and housebroken and shit. Otherwise, how would the poor widdle fings be able to cope in the big bad misandric gynocentric world and all?

    >evil cackle<

  21. Yes, a few examples of random groups of ladyfolks joking around and/or acting like bungholes is totally evidence of the rampant institutionalized misandry in our society.

    Because men NEVER do this. All their thoughts are deep, manly thoughts and all their conversations are *serious business, yo*

  22. Because men NEVER do this. All their thoughts are deep, manly thoughts and all their conversations are *serious business, yo*

    yeahhh…

  23. … This one time I was on a minotaur costume in a themed fighting arena. So I’m in this hell of latex, sweat and my insomnia bordering on three days, being beat up by kids who seem unduly aggressive, and as I’m collapsing on the floor dramatically with my hoof-hand held in the air and going on about “Being turned into beef”, because I was under strict contractual obligation to pun as much as possible, I turn my head and accidentally scare the hell out of a little girl.

    Ups.

    Coming face to face with the minotaut thing that had so far been occupied with fighting made her stand complete still, shudder, then run (with remarkable speed), her parents leg. The three kids dog piling unto my back are shoed away by the attendant fight arena guardian, and as is the norm, she goes “Oh, you lost, that’s sad, have some water, who would you like to fight next?”. I’m supposed to point at the people in the line, because that’s theatrical, but it was during the end of the day and as I said I hadn’t slept in three days, so instead this happens:

    “… Her!”
    “Her who?”
    “Her there!”
    “There’s no one!”
    “The little girl. Hiding. I can smell she is braver than she thinks she is! I want to fight her!”

    The parents nearby laugh – as parents surprisingly often do when a man in a minotaur costume threatens to attack their children with weapons, don’t ask me, I’m not a parent – and the little girl (who I realize is, what, 4? 5?) makes terrified sounds just short of crying and I begin to feel like I’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake.

    “On the other hoof, maybe someone bigger. There’s more to hit that way!”

    And then the coolest thing in the world happens, as the little girl, after giving her dad her fluffy cat themed hat, straight up walks into my arena, goes over, grabs a sword, turns out, points the thing at me, and goes “HWahahahrbahs!”

    “What?”
    “TOO SCARED TO TALK; AAAIEEEE!”

    And then she beats the beef out of me with a sword.

    I’ve had gymmed up young guys be less brave. MRA’s can suck it.

    ————–

    I wanted to add a story, but I always feel somewhat self aggrandizing when I do. This happened! It was cool. We got her name later and cheated in the draw to ensure she won, because, seriously, that was awesome. So clearly, women can fight, and, more so, they can be just as brave as everyone else.

    MISANDBEEF

  24. Fibinachi, oppression hardly ever takes on such adorable forms. This is the loveliest and most touching example of misandbeef I’ve ever seen. Thank you for it.

  25. Dougal – I may regret asking, but why would there be an age check for buying candles? Also, doubleplusgood on you for helping her. It would make a good post at NotAlwaysRight.com.

  26. Wait…
    Are we really expected to believe that this guy made even the tiniest blip on a bunch of teenage girl’s radar? When they have a million better things PLUS ice cream to focus on?
    I’d sooner believe he invented the internet.

  27. Once I was sitting on the window seat on a bus and the man sitting beside me refused to stand up and let me out when we got to my stop, forcing me to clamber over him. He then got very arsey when I accidentally hit him in the face with my backpack.

    So misandry. Wow.

  28. As someone else here already stated, holding doors open for others is called manners. If one does not feel bad when accidently letting a door shut on someone behind them, that one has no manners.

  29. Helicoptered

    I feel like it stopped appearing credible with the 70+ year old women eating at Panera.

    Oh man, I don’t know about you, but I felt this was very believable – the Paneras around here are always bumpin’ with elderly folks.

  30. True story: the first time I ever visited NYC I was riding on the subway and a young guy sitting opposite me was chatting up a girl. He asked me if I had a pen so he could write his number down for her, so I loaned him my pen, but it was a fountain pen, which he fumbled with for a second before figuring it out and scribbling the number down. He gave me my pen back with a smile and said thanks, but now I realise that secretly he was hating me because old Australian women (over 25) loaning him complicated pens was MISANDRY.

    I don’t deserve to live…

  31. My first time on the Underground, a young USian guy asked me what places to hang out, and I said I didn’t know ‘cos I’d just arrived.

    MISANDRY!

    Then he asked if I saw kangaroos at home and I said, “Yeah, in the zoo.”

    MORE MISANDRY!

    Good thing I wasn’t carrying a self-launching drop-bear at the time. You know what they’re like.

  32. I once ignored a sidewalk PUA who insisted he could see through my sunglasses.

    MUCHO misandry!

  33. I once ignored a sidewalk PUA who insisted he could see through my sunglasses.

    Surely the correct response is “So can I.”

  34. katz, you owe me a cup of coffee …

  35. “I wear these to blunt my ability to see assholes, but right now it doesn’t seem to be working” would be another option.

  36. katz, you owe me a cup of coffee …

    Please accept this pot of hamster instead.

  37. I was waiting for a bus today, and I saw some dude being blatantly friendzoned by a woman half his age while he kept talking about blowjobs.

    MISANDRY!

  38. What’s the level below friendzoning? Idon’twanttotalktothisstrangerzoning? Cos I did that today to the guy who started admiring my tattoo. I said “thanks” and went back to looking out the window.

  39. I think that’s hypergamy – if women weren’t so obsessed with alphas we’d be happy to talk to any random dude who pestered us in public.

  40. True, true. But still, even a beta/gamma/omega should have recognised that the tattoo is a picture of an alpha.

  41. I’m pretty sure all of these are misandry

    (don’t ask me why it’s belieber files, I found it via google images)

  42. The traditional Canadian response to the door-holding-from-far-too-far-away, of course, is to run towards the door so that the door holder is not inconvenienced for too long. This is followed by the holder apologizing to the holdee for causing them to run, followed in turn by the holdee apologizing for making the holder feel guilty. Finally, they agree to buy one another a double-double, and all is well.

  43. That holding doors, Canadian, is like so many scenes in Due South. Fraser’s got the door-holding thing bad.

  44. “The traditional Canadian response to the door-holding-from-far-too-far-away, of course, is to run towards the door so that the door holder is not inconvenienced for too long. This is followed by the holder apologizing to the holdee for causing them to run, followed in turn by the holdee apologizing for making the holder feel guilty. Finally, they agree to buy one another a double-double, and all is well.”

    haha! pretty much a regular occurrence here.

  45. I actually went through that whole routine this weekend with somebody, except without the Timmie’s XD

  46. I can just see what’s going to happen if someone holds a door for me from a great distance – I’ll be saying “So, you’re Canadian then?” ;)

  47. My favourite thing is offering my seat on crowded public transport to elderly people who are holding a copy of the Daily Mail (printed UK version of Fox News), because I’m young and pierced and tattooed and dress very punk. I’m incredibly polite and honest by nature* and it’s nice to see them realise we’re not actually little monsters.

    Hi by the way

    *at a festival this year, after I’d just had all my money stolen, a guy obliviously dropped a huge bag of drugs at my feet, worth at least £500 so I tapped him on the shoulder and said “excuse me, you’ve dropped something”.

  48. Hi thenat, how are you? (Apart from having your money stolen. :( )

  49. thenatfantastic

    That was a long time ago Kittehs! Just used it as an illustration. I’m good, same old. About to go to bed but I thought I’d say hi, I keep drifting behind with comments and thinking I should keep up but then ending up two months behind! Hope you and Mr K are well, as well as les chats x

  50. Surely the correct response is “So can I.”

    “…and sadly, I see that you are one annoying turd.”

  51. *squees at the teapot hamster*

    Sooooo, I have cute news! I got back from pecunium’s, walk into my room with my mother behind me, she sees the 55g and goes “those eggs weren’t there yesterday”. Thus solving the debate over when to move the biggest of the first batch of babies to the big tank — I managed to catch three before the cloud of powdered food I’d stirred up got too foggy to chase cories in. So I have three half inch cories in with my gorgeous girls (and one busy boy!), call it 20 fry from the second batch (they’re getting big enough to catch, though still small though that my airline tube tank “vacuuming” caused a couple to go down a water slide!) and about 50 eggs.

    I may need to separate the boys and girls, this is a lot of fish even for my sparsely populated tanks! (Anyone in the New England region want some cories in a few months?)

    Also, I have two baby African violets that pecunium apparently doesn’t want. I’m checking now on if they can be shipped, not that I’d risk it when it’s so cold here.

  52. The answer is yes, I can ship them within the states. Anybody outside the US wants to make an inquiry, you’ll have to check your side of customs. And I have 4″ pots out the wazoo, so I can always make more cuttings once it warms up and I can have my terrarium back! (It’s currently holding damn near all my plants, the rest are either silly hardy, or against the back of the 55g and its toasty 78° water)

  53. thenat – yeah, we’re all good, apart from being all ready to collapse with this filthy heat. It’s hit nearly 46C in parts of Melbourne today.

  54. Aw, even more baby fishies! Sounds like it will indeed be time to separate the little boy fishies and girl fishies soon.

  55. Hope I don’t ruin my feminist cred here, but I don’t exactly disbelieve Mr. MRA’s story. I’ve learned from experience that there is an abundance of women who are mean-spirited, entitled, and spoiled, and that the likelihood of encountering such women is directly proportional to the fanciness/expensiveness of the area/restaurant one is in. Luckily my local Panera bread is overrun by college students with disposable income to burn, but I’ve had enough negative experiences elsewhere to know that this type of women exists and is common enough that it’s possible to encounter them fairly regularly.

    Of course, it’s not feminism that causes this type of behavior but internalized misogyny. Tell women that they’re delicate little flowers that need men to do things for them enough times and they’ll come to believe it, and then come to demand and expect it. Of course MRAs want their cake and to eat it too; they want the cred of “hunting the mammoth” but they don’t want any of the sacrifice. Too bad for them that the world will never work that way.

    The solution is to teach women to be independent of spirit and mind before we even teach them the practicalities of how to do things. I tell my daughter that it is a badge of honor if a guy calls her a “bitch” when she’s trying to do something for herself, and it stems from the guys insecurities and has nothing to do with her.

  56. *ugh multiple grammar fails. That’s what I get for typing and posting quickly. :/

  57. Of course, it’s not feminism that causes this type of behavior but internalized misogyny. Tell women that they’re delicate little flowers that need men to do things for them enough times and they’ll come to believe it, and then come to demand and expect it. Of course MRAs want their cake and to eat it too; they want the cred of “hunting the mammoth” but they don’t want any of the sacrifice. Too bad for them that the world will never work that way.

    “I hunted the mammoth for you — now get me a sammitch, you useless wummun!”

    Oh, the cognitive dissonance…it burns.

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