Creepy comment of the day: If men can’t get “the steady love and wild sex of a valuable young girl,” naturally they’ll start shooting people.
Banana slug: A better role model for horny humans than bonobos?
Sometimes I hunt the misogyny, sometimes it wanders up right up to me and says hello.
Today’s post is an example of the latter. Below, a slightly edited comment that someone left for me this morning. It’s a response to a post of mine about a dreadful post on Return of Kings in which a fellow calling himself Billy Chubbs argued, with absolutely no evidence, that a recent high school shooter was driven to murder because of his “probable sexual frustration,” Chubbs went on to argue that young women are “selfish” because they don’t have sex with guys they’re not attracted to.
Anyway, my new commenter – posting under the name “whogoesthere?” – thinks that I and the other commenters here were being too hard on Chubbs’ “very good argument.” And so he deposited this giant rant, which in many ways is even scarier than Chubbs’ original.
He’s a tad verbose, so I’ve trimmed out some stuff that isn’t relevant to his general, er, thesis. And I’ve also taken the liberty of adding a few paragraph breaks and bolding a few of the best (i.e. worst) bits.
When men don’t get the women they want they turn to violence.
Not a good start here, because this just isn’t true. In this case, the phrase “not all men” is, for once, appropriate. Most men don’t get violent when they’re turned down.
This is established all over the animal kingdom and offers a good example about how it applies to humans, that snotty girls who keep their sexual treasures to all but a few males cause the remaining males to snap. …
Animals do all sorts of things that humans don’t do, and we can’t always learn from their behavior or assume that it relates to our own lives.
Or maybe the Evo Psych crew is just looking at the wrong animals. When banana slugs can’t find a partner to have sex with, they simply fertilize themselves. There’s a lesson here, I think, for the angry incels of the world: you can’t always get what you want, and when you can’t, sex with yourself is better than murder.
High school is a massively sexually charged winner take all environment. … Today’s high school is basically an ongoing audition for a porno video and the guys and girls who don’t make the cut can only sit at home and masturbate.
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It’s demeaning and hits a major blow to a person’s sexual identity to not be invited to frolic with the beautiful people.
Somehow most people, regardless of gender, manage to survive even if they’re not frolicking with Charlize Theron and/or Channing Tatum.
I’m sorry but almost no men go on wild shooting rampages if they have a beautiful female in their keep.
In their keep?! Also, no. Charles Manson was surrounded by beautiful young women. Yet he orchestrated multiple grisly murders.
The only guys that do so are bank robbers and thieves, generally guys at a later stage of life more fixated on money.
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Human beings naturally assess the amount of sex going around them and judge themselves in relationship to the amount and type of sex others are getting.
You know, you can’t actually tell how much and what kind of sex someone is having just by looking at them. Yes, there will always be people in the world having more sex with you. And some of these people are having sex with people you would probably like to have sex with. There are also people who are smarter than you, funnier than you, who can play chess or kickbox better than you, who have hundreds or thousands of times more money than you do.
That’s life. Life isn’t fair.
This makes sense because from a reproductive standpoint sex is coveted, and sex with beautiful thin, young women are the most coveted. Being the first to spoil these young women sexually is viewed reproductively as a guarantee of parentage, thus this is why males instinctively covet and burn with passion for these females.
Ah, yes, it was only a matter of time until the creepy pedo-justifying Evo Psych assfacts made their appearance. Not all men “burn with passion” in their pants for virginal high school girls.
This is why we have “morality” which is in its essence is a promise not to flaunt or indulge in sex moreso than the lowest man or woman in your tribe. This is what is meant when people say “morality went out the window.” They mean someone with more sexual prowess is openly indulging in sex and broadcasting it to stimulate the jealousy of the underclasses.
I’m pretty sure that’s not what people mean when they say “morality went out the window.”
This teen killed people cause he thought that beautiful girls were out of reach. The high school environment merely rubbed it in his face. Yes drugs to treat ADD might’ve eroded many of the impulse control functions in the teen, but the rage against the high school was still the gasoline.
[citation needed]
He might’ve had a picture or two taken with a girl next to him, but oftentimes those high school girls lie and simply eat up the male’s offerings without granting sexual access, but grant it to a random stud.
How dare young women choose who to have sex with, and who not to!
I’m not saying the girl he killed deserved it, it’s only that when you are in that frame of mind you cannot tell who is having more sex than others and you simply fill in the gaps with rage.
Wait, so if she had turned him down he would have been justified in killing her?
The beautiful girl simply represented everything that the teen couldn’t get. The steady love and wild sex of a valuable young girl.
Yeah, I think you’re confusing high school with porn again. His rampage lasted roughly a minute and a half. He shot her because she was there.
All the other theories posted on this site seem comical, self-righteous and weirdly off-point. It’s like you’re assessing the situation as an asexual senior citizen or righteous prude.
Not a lot of “prudes” here. Just people who find the “women need to have sex with ‘nice guys’ or these ‘nice gys’ will kill you all” to be a somewhat problematic argument.
Generally men want sex with young thin beauties who validate their existence.
Some men do. But most men, among those who are sexually attracted to women, aren’t as neurotically fixated on this small slice of the female demographic – women in their teens and early twenties who are somehow both virginal and sexually “wild” – as manosphere men seem to be. And most people don’t base their entire self-worth on whether or not they’re having sex with beautiful people.
Some men prefer women older than them. Some like women who are fat. Plenty of men don’t fixate on a particular physical type and are attracted to all sorts of different women. Believe it or not, whogoesthere, there are lots of men who are more interested in what’s in a woman’s head than they are in whether or not she matches up with some particular checklist of physical attributes.
If society removes all of the social pathways to attaining such a beauty, such as making prostitution illegal, increasing shame for men who seek sex, rewarding females and males called manginas who identify and mock the sex seekers and so on… this will lead to depression in men and all of the behaviors surrounding it, including shootings. Sounds pretty much like a logical line of reasoning to me.
And that’s the problem. It’s not actually a logical line of reasoning at all. It’s more like a sort of blackmail.
Men don’t kill women because they can’t have “the steady love and wild sex of a valuable young girl.” Sometimes men kill women because they feel entitled to have sex with these “valuable young girls” and become bitter and enraged when they can’t find a “valuable young girl” who agrees with them on this particular point.
It’s not the lack of “sexual access” that’s the problem. It’s the notion that your desire for “sexual access” means more than the right of that person to say “no.” It’s the notion that society has done you wrong because you can’t (at least at the moment) get laid. It’s the idea that your desire to have sex with a particular kind of woman somehow trumps the right of other people to live.
I mean, what the fucking fuck.
Oh, by the way, there’s no evidence that the shooter in question – Karl Halverson Pierson – was motivated by sexual frustration. His intended target was the school librarian, who is also the school’s debate coach. Pierson was obsessed with debate, and had some sort of grudge against the coach.
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RE: undfreeland
ya’ll have pretty amazing lives, it seems. And you wonder why you don’t worry about women?
You’re confusing cause and effect, undfreeland. Take me for instance. I’m poor. Disabled. Severely mentally ill, but thankfully no longer homeless. (That’s a recent development.)
My life is pretty fucking amazing, though. Ask any of the Mammoths here, and I think any of them who’ve known me a while will admit I’ve led an interesting life. But I don’t worry about women because I have an amazing life; having friendships with women has deeply enriched my life! How could it be amazing without my wonderful friends and system members?
I am boring, unattractive and lead a life no where as interesting as some on this forum.
Dude, I’m a pretty freaky person, and I have never met someone who was truly boring, once I got to know them. They might’ve been UNPLEASANT, but never boring. Even the most boring person on earth becomes perversely fascinating to me purely because of how astonishingly dull they are. Hell, I’m fascinated by Woody here, purely because I’ve yet to see him express a single opinion or interest that’s solely his own! I’m sure he has them (I HOPE he has them) and I’m really curious to know what they are. Collecting velvet Elvises? Making upholstery out of roadkill? It has to be SOMETHING.
It’s not that you’re boring, unfreeland. It’s that you’re an ass. You’ve even said so. What’s worse, you seem unaware of it, which means you are unlikely to change.
Also, note that I didn’t win my husband’s affections with money or my hot bod. He fell in love with me because I was there for him during the worst period of his. Er. Death. Because we were compatible. Because I’m the work, and he’s the play.
It had nothing to do with money. Hell, our looks didn’t have much to do with it either; I’m a short, hairy trans bear, and I’d never been attracted to anyone before I met him, despite seeing many a man in my life.
You’re barking up the wrong tree, undfreeland. I’d feel sorry for you except you’re so determined to stay there.
Really? Baldness is conventionally attractive? Beards are conventionally attractive? How about tubby bellies or hairy backs? Because those have been features of my best sexual partners. Hell, these are men who made my preferences expand. Besides, when men are fuzzy, they tickle. :3
THUMB WARS ARE THE GREATEST! I can’t do arm-wrestling, but with thumb-wrestling you lock hands with the other person and you have to pin the other person’s thumb before they pin yours. I’m a champ!
Okay, I want to add to the positive experiences being shared here.
First casual partner (TMI warning?): My ex boyfriend of six years had broken up with me ten months previous and had found another girlfriend. I don’t meet people easily, but that was sort of my impetus to do *something*, so I turned to online dating, with the sole purpose of getting laid. I was not ready for another relationship at that point.
One of the first people I talked to was really funny. His body type intimidated me, but I didn’t want to hold that against him. We met for sushi where he continued to be funny and I got to be more comfortable with him, and kind of told him something I probably shouldn’t have, but I guess I just wanted to gauge his reaction. I’m not sure how it came up in conversation, but if you tell a dude you just met that you’ve had an abortion and they don’t flip, I figure there’s a chance they’re okay.
So after the restaurant (I paid for my half, by the way, and he didn’t insist otherwise), we went back to his apartment and watched old Spiderman episodes. At one point he tickled me and noted that while I squirmed I didn’t resist and that was because I’d forgotten how much fun that could be (ex had never tickled me).
Things got heated (the good kind), though I have to say I was nervous as all hell. I’d only started having sex that year, and only with my ex. And I still found initial penetration painful. I let him know this and told him I didn’t really know what I was doing. He wanted me on top (unexpected) and offered to go slow, asking if I was okay. Well, I was pleasantly surprised because that was the first truly enjoyable sex I’d had at that point. I did get tired of the position, though, so he got on top…and that’s how I learned it is totally possible for someone to sexually tease you when you’re already having sex. :P He liked to joke and tease.
Honestly, I feel I lost my virginity to him, rather than to my ex. He did a lot for me that he doesn’t even know, in terms of my sexual self-acceptance and in erasing my lingering fear of big men with big hands. Which is good because just because a man is big doesn’t mean he’ll hurt me, and just because a man isn’t doesn’t mean he won’t. I mean the reason I feared big men with big hands is because when I was a child the men who hurt me were a lot bigger than me…even though now that I’m an adult my stepfather for one is actually barely my height. So…trusting my first casual partner freed me in a lot of ways.
Ok, coming in late to the party but
And you shrugged your shoulders and said ‘go figure’. No, wait, you made it part of your misogynistic doctrine, and brought up the anecdote to back up that world view.
Oh nice! Lovely little bit of moral backhand. “I was being an ass, but I don’t blame women for preferring that.” With a neat pivot on the balls of his feet the blame is transferred and in a neat coup de grace it is forgiven! How humble! How polite! Does make you look kind of like an ass, though. You might want to consider just how different your politeness actually is from your assishness.
So, quite unsolicited, you mention your thoughts in this place, but never in any place like it. Why would anyone not just assume that?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha no. No no no no no. Your views are extremely common, just most people have better things to do than dress them up in pretentious nonsense.
Yeah, those network TV watchers. You’re so much more interesting than them, right? I wonder how many of them are in satisfying relationships.
This implies that you are a feminist, which you are not. Feminism is a pretty big tent, but men who believe that feminism is to blame for some men’s sad boners do not have a place inside it. If this thread has not already made this sufficiently clear, let me do so now – you have been unanimously voted off the island.
PS – We noticed that you weren’t claiming to be a feminist earlier, and that the goalposts have now shifted for the umpteenth time. If you’re under the impression that people don’t realize that you’re trolling then damn, dude, you’re an even sadder case than you’re pretending to be.
Go back to troll school and retake your 101 classes.
STOP. CALLING. YOURSELF. A. FEMINIST.
If you honestly can’t understand why your One True Measure Of Status mindset is profoundly anti-feminist, after seeing an entire thread about non-traditional beauty, the value of things other than visual attractiveness and financial security, the flaws in your ideas about what constitutes “normal” interaction between men and women, and a whole bunch of us flinging very basic feminist ideas at you that you seem determined to deflect before they make it to your brain, then you should just stop commenting here and spend a few days on Finally, A Feminism 101 Blog.
Also, putting women on a pedestal is just as harmful to women (and men) as trying to keep them in the kitchen, just FYI.
So, in conclusion…
Also this: Allies, In Theory
You’re not fooling any of us.
She went away for a research project and never contacted me again. I assume she was only with me because I was convenient to her for a short time. Demanding nothing from her, but providing company and sex while she hurried through some work she had to do.
I thought she “adored” you. Now she had no feelings for you and was just hanging around because it was convenient? Your stories change a lot.
A convincing liar is a problem, but an unconvincing one is just sad.
undfreeland: Fibinachi, pecunim, ya’ll have pretty amazing lives, it seems*. And you wonder why you don’t worry about women?
I don’t wonder. I don’t worry about women because… I don’t worry about women. I’ve had dry spells (the longest was about a year). What I see, related to you, is a lot of special pleading. Everyone who has success is, in some way, “extraordinary”.
I also see, when all the various things you mention as being “special”, and so defined as, “attractive”, or “wealthy”, or “charismatic” is there is one thing about your situation which doesn’t change. You.
As to those using my past experiences with women to say I’m not a feminist. As I said, I did not intentionally “neg” them. I was just being kinda an ass and you don’t feel badly about it.
That’s pretty damning. Because if you don’t feel badly about it the implication is you wouldn’t feel badly about doing it again.
I also think it’s bizarre that anyone would assume I ever mention any of the thoughts I’ve expressed here to anyone but highly cynical men.
More admissions of your misogyny. You know that sharing your opinions with people is going to be treated harshly, but unlike your racist slip up, you don’t really feel badly about sharing it with us.
The thing is, I don’t think you are as good at hiding it as you think. Those same little tells that had us going, “asshole” from the beginning, are almost certainly there in your everyday behavior too. Yes, you can probably hide it for an evening, but regular contact is likely to let it slip. That, my dear boy, is no small part of why women avoid you.
*Yes, I do. Some of it has been incredible good fortune. Some of it has been worked for, with years of labor and effort. But the greatest part of it is that I enjoy what’s before me (mostly, I’m not perfect, and there have been some grim times. I’ve been homeless, and I’ve been heartbroken. I’ve had jobs fails, aand lovers leave me. I’ve had abusive partners and I’ve had loved ones die, those have all put me in the dumps).
I don’t get the feeling you can find validation inside yourself. Which means you are likely to never find it, and so the incredible journey which is life is going to be less fun for you than me. That’s on you.
Nope!
Truth!
Though slightly wilted purple tees that have been relegated to gardening duty aren’t bad, either.
LOL about amazing lives. My earthly life is extremely mundane (no pun intended) and probably quite dull by many people’s standards. The amazingosity is all from otherworldly stuff, and even there, we live a very quiet life.
re stories about meeting loved ones: I have an ex who was, when I met her, happily seeing someone else. It being a bantering sort of place; and we having a friendly, flirty, relationship, I said that, should she ever be single, could feel free to look me up.
Skip ahead a couple of years. I had just been dumped by a woman I’d been starting to see. I wasn’t actually, feeling all that interested in chasing after anyone; and wanted a day off (I was working a renaissance faire), so I spent a fair bit of it with her because 1: she was seeing someone and 2: not into boys.
Somehow, in the course of that day it came up that 1: she was single again, and 2: boys were just fine with her. In the course of the evening some snuggling happened, and a friend of ours was being creeped on by someone who was puppy-dogging my ex. So she took him away, and ditched him.
We made plans to get together later; because she had horses, and I like to ride. One thing led to another and we were together for years.
But, she did say, at one point; that she never should have slept with me the first time, because she’d not been having trouble finding lovers (she was seeing several men when we first slept together), but no one ever wanted to go riding with her.
(and before you go off about my good looks, and potent earnings… I’ve usually been the lowest paid part of a relationship; which is true even now. My Wife’s unemployment is more than my monthly income. Our other partner makes as much as the both of us put together. As to looks, yeah, my partners have liked mine. That’s sort of tautologic)
I’ve told men explicitly not to put me on a pedestal. One argued that might hard because I was so peerrrrfect. I told him, “You put me on a pedestal and I promise you I will fall off spectacularly. Hell, I might even jump off, probably chasing after a kitty or something shiny”. He never responded after that. :/ Don’t fucking do it. Women are not marble statues. We are people. We cry, we sweat, we poop, we scream, many of us shed tissue and blood once a month, some of us are hairy (even amongst women who shave regularly, stubble’s going to happen and you’re going to see it), we get sick, we get overwhelmed, we get tired, we get blemishes, we sneeze, we get ear wax, we get cavities, we trip over our words, we fart, we burp (I are best burper), if we have curly hair…lol I can’t even get into that here; not easy to manage, we’ll leave it at that. Oh! We shed! Or at least I do. There are curly strands of my hair pretty much everywhere I’ve been! But you notice how all of these things can apply to men too (yeah, trans men get periods)? It’s called being human! And it ain’t limited to one gender or another. No. Damn. Pedestals.
Everyone here has a better life than undfreeland. Note that I don’t actually need to know anything about some of your lives to make this assumption, it’s just kind of obvious because, well, I mean, just look at what he’s doing.
I think talking about fun sexual encounters is totally okay! I’m joining the fun!
Of course, I can’t claim hubby isn’t conventionally attractive. He’s EXTREMELY so; I noticed that when I first met him, it just wasn’t what attracted me to him. (If that were the case, I would’ve been hot for him instantly, rather than months later.)
Now, note that we had banged a few times before hubby managed to broach the subject of introducing me to the concept of fun orgasm. At the time, I’m sad to say, orgasm was my biggest trigger, so much so that I preferred NOT to get too turned on during sex because it would only end in tears. Unfortunately, at the time, neither of us knew much on the matter, so my first time coming with him went… rather poorly, with me having a dissociative episode and hubby worrying he’d assaulted me. (He didn’t, and I was positive of it from the beginning. It wasn’t his fault that neither of us knew what triggers and flashbacks were!)
After that, I think hubby thought I’d never want to do the do with him again. He underestimated his awesomeness. Even though we’d hit a snag, he’d still been way more gentle and understanding than anyone else I’d met, and if anything, his kindness made me only want in his pants MORE.
At the time, I was in college, and about the only class hubby had even the slightest interest in at the time was our art history class. (I mean, not MUCH interest, but at least he would join in sometimes.) So one day, here I am taking notes on Impressionism, or whatever, and hubby was flirting, as he was wont to do. Flirting, at least, was safe, and well, I’d never had someone flirt with me before.
Well, the flirting escalated (sort of a game of hubby trying to distract me from a class he was only slightly interested in) and the moment class ended, I basically bolted out the door to cart his flirtatious ass to bed. I figured there would just be much making out and perhaps hubby getting off, but well, one thing led to another, and it ended up being mutual. And much to my surprise, there were no triggers that time. It was just… fun. Something I’d never gotten to experience before, sex being FUN. And hubby was the one who made it happen. He was sweet and considerate and is it any wonder I’m still with him after seven years?
As to my “amazing life”: These days it centers around the garden, and the spinning wheel, and the kitchen; with some time spent selling cookware. I don’t spend enough time playing instruments, nor motorcycling.
I’m become a “dull married person”. The kind who spends half an hour staring at caterpillars eating his dill, rapt in the wonder of grapes on the vine.
Because, again, I’m happy in my skin. You aren’t.
Quiet lives can be the most amazing, no matter where they take place. All you need is the right person (even if that person is a great friend, or even just yourself).
That’s an odd way of phrasing it. “My own complaints [...] about not being attractive to the women…” almost sounds like you’re blaming women for not reprogramming themselves to suit your personal whims.
Did you mean to say something like, “My complaints are about not being attracted to the women who would like to have sex with me the most”? Or “My complaints are about having been socially programmed with unrealistic expectations about what would fill me with purpose”?
If so, you’re incredibly lucky! You don’t need to try to fix other people, you just need to figure out how to free yourself from that sort of social programming. It’s a lot of work but it’s possible if you’re sufficiently motivated.
Being a dull married person is often underrated, imo. I loved being a club kid when I was one, but this life stage is pretty great too. I suspect that the keys here are living in the moment and being a person who other people like being around, which tends to result in being able to spend lots of time around people who you like.
LBT,
That’s awesome. :) I love reading the stories people are posting in this thread. It makes me feel all warm.
undfreeland,
Fuck you.
Not enough time on the motorcycle eh? *cough*YouOweMeARide*cough*
I’m a dull not married person. *glances at violin* at least it’s electric and doesn’t need to be played regularly…
Fish though? Better than TV. (Damnit 55g get an ammonia cycle going, I wanna put FISHIES in you!)
@Shaenon, She did act as if she admired me. And I enjoyed it, but I assume she was only channeling those emotions to get herself off in some way. I’m not naive enough to think I could have been anybody.
Enh, after the adventures of the prior seven years, I am TOTALLY OKAY with having shit calm down for a bit. I look immensely forward to just living a boring quiet life of art, comics, and hubby.
Though exciting news! It looks like we might get to have a little efficiency apartment all to ourself come spring! Fingers crossed it works out, I would love to get the opportunity to live alone at some point.
To quote an old friend – the reason that you’re unhappy is that you’re an asshole.
I also think it’s bizarre that anyone would assume I ever mention any of the thoughts I’ve expressed here to anyone but highly cynical men.
Ah yes, the “women are much to stupid to figure out I have no respect for them” rebuttal. Very popular with the MRAs. You’re not nearly as unique as you think.
Jesus. I understand that my views run counter to pretty much everything that is EXPLICIT in our culture. The typical network television watching slack jaw isn’t any likelier to agree with me than other feminists.
Wait, you don’t think you picked up this stuff about gold-digging, jerk-loving women and the massive importance of scoring with hot babes from mainstream culture? You think it’s original and clever? Wow.
RE: undfreeland
She did act as if she admired me… but I assume she was only channeling those emotions to get herself off in some way.
Like I said, dude. You’re an asshole. Here you are, presuming to know what she thinks, and in a way that makes her look narcissistic and self-absorbed, even though the indication I’VE been getting is the reverse. Do you even realize what you sound like?
I’m with cassandrakitty, dude. You ain’t no feminist. You might like to think so, but you ain’t.
::shedder fistbump::
I shed as much as the kitties, I swear. I found a stray hair of mine in the fridge the other day. Good thing Mum didn’t see it, she’d have freaked.
You’re Louis’s gardening soulmate, pecunium! :D
Quiet lives can be the most amazing, no matter where they take place. All you need is the right person (even if that person is a great friend, or even just yourself).
Truth, Flying Mouse! Part of the amazing is that our very quiet days are amazing. The whole “how could immortality not be boring” question’s been pretty much answered.
Not that anyone with 19 Furrinati in the family has time to be bored. Just ‘cos they don’t need to be fed, watered, cossetted, admired, etc, etc, doesn’t mean they don’t expect to be.
@ LBT
Yay potential new apartment! That’s a pretty big step up, considering what your living situation was not too long ago.
Oh, congrats LBT!! I have still not procured the soil I need to send you plants, but your cactus is looking like it’s gonna put down roots here soon, so it should do fine!
Sorry I’m being a putz about the soil >.< I want to send the cactus off with cactus soil so you don't have to worry about drainage.
kittehserf,
SHEDDING FTW!
RE: cassandrakitty
Yay potential new apartment! That’s a pretty big step up, considering what your living situation was not too long ago.
I know, right? But rent here is so fucking cheap, you can get an efficiency for less than $400! I’m hoping I can scope around and find myself a nice little place this spring. It might be a little tight, but I’m pretty sure I can manage it on my budget, and honestly, I really look forward to having a space that’s purely, utterly ours.
(Also hubby wants to be able to bang me like a gong and not worry so much about noise.)
RE: Argenti
Sneak says it’s okay, zie has utmost faith in your cactusy skills. And it’s just as well you’re picky about the soil, since despite our Texas upbringing, we don’t know jack about cacti.
I’m not model beautiful, but I’m used to turning heads. The idea that my partners are in a state of constant bliss, or that I give their life purpose is laughable. Maybe I’m not quite beautiful enough. Is there a tipping point? Like, any woman <HB9 doesn't inspire this kind of energy? Or is it more of a sliding scale, where a man is happy with an HB8, blissful with an HB9, and at risk of aneurism with an HB10?
You are correct that I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole, and I believe you when you say you don't have much to offer. But really, the deal killer is that you don't seem good-hearted, which for me is deal point #1.
It's so tiring when misogynists/racists/whatever try to justify their half-assed theories by pretending most people aren't brave enough to acknowledge the terrible truth. We're not stupid. Of course most of the things you say are true *some of the time*. All other things being equal, good looks will make it easier to get dates. Same for charm, wealth, connections, etc and so on. Playing hard to get can work some of the time for some people. People tend to be more shallow as teenagers. Most of us grow out of that. Of course, some of us don't (ahem).
It's a cliche that we don't see things as they are. We see things as WE are. You aren't a particularly nice person, and you have an incredibly shallow view of women. If you hadn't mentioned dating a PhD candidate, I would have assumed you were fourteen, though admittedly, I've met a lot of fourteen yos who sound more mature than you. But given what you are, is it any surprise that you find yourself around shallow women who are attracted to jerks? They are hanging around you. Obviously their jerk tolerance is high.
Being polite doesn't make you a kind person. It means you've managed to paint a veneer over your self-centeredness and your objectifying views. But whatevs. I am sure that someday, you will meet a woman as willing to use you as you are her, and she will take you for whatever you've got. Then you can move into your "all women are deceitful, gold-digging whores" phase. I'm guessing by then, you'll start your posts off with, "I used to be a feminist,"
Argenti: I need to put the rear pegs back on the bike. I’ve been thinking about it. Right now I need to sleep off the wear and tear of the weekend. I drank rather a bit too much (not a lot, but a bit; two nights running, and not quite a bit too much the third), and sang a lot, and OMG do my hands hurt from the combined effects of buying a Low-D whistle (extra bonus: I chose that photo because it shows context really well: then I saw it was a friend of Mme Pecunium) and trying to learn to play it (and I even played it some in public on Sat. night), as well as buying a new drum in the InterFilk Auction.
But putting her back into better shape, so I can take people out… on the agenda. Then I need an EasyPass, so I don’t have to have cash for tolls.
Okay, taking five to say: We got another ‘Oh Greatest Feminist Evar (with uber-misogynist bonus)’?
Undfreeland, you are no feminist. Really.
Everyone else: The career firefighters I’m precepting with are amazing cooks. I was the only girly-type at the table, and did nothing for food prep other than washing dishes, and setting table
Ridiculously good. Scratch marinara sauce, baked chicken, and pasta with pesto.
Yep.
Back to duty! 12.5 hour to go!
To summarize the general feeling here – undfreeland, the problem isn’t that other people are shallow selfish assholes, it’s that you are.
Ooh, I’ve heard that there’s a lot of good food to be had at fire stations.
I’ve never been a head-turner, and it wouldn’t matter if underhandedtroll looked like Paul Newman or Robert Redford or George Clooney and had all their incomes combined – I wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole either. Even if he was a dead ringer for Mr K, I wouldn’t touch him, because he’s a misogynistic little twerp.
I wonder if he’s been ignored in lifts and has variable morning and evening height?
Shall we try re-purposing a song?
You’re a creep
You’re a weirdo
What the hell are you doing here?
You don’t belong here
@undfreeland
“If we disagree about the realities of the dating market, it is because I have a more realistic and objective attitude about it than than most”
You clearly have a very high opinion of yourself, but you’ve given no indication that you actually grasp the economic model of sex and marriage. I would suggest that you not throw around terms like “dating market,” or describe yourself as “realistic and objective” about it, until you read up on what that phrase means. You’re talking about an actual, academic model with actual, academic criticisms. Until you understand the model and the criticisms, it would probably be in your best interests not to use the term.
I love that song! I wonder what that says about me…
Wow, it took me a good three evenings to catch up on this thread. Parts of it were pretty good, but the feminist misogynist was totally not worth it.
I prefer large men, because they seem normal to me. Big, tall men around? All systems normal. Men who are shorter than I am? Stranger in the compound, alert! Alert! Hmm. I wonder what that says about me…
I also shed. I’m the only one in the house with hair longer than about 2 cm, so I get ALL the blame for stray hair showing up on clothes, furniture, and stuff.
re firehouses: I can’t say for them, but when I was TDY with an MI detachment in Uijongbu, we did “firehouse” cooking (because there wasn’t a mess hall). So we rotated cooking in pairs. Because I was Temporary DutY, they were all looking forward to my night in the rotation, since it would be a new hand in the kitchen (it was a small detachment, about 16 people).
We had good food; because everyone had practice.
re shedding: We all have long hair, so no one can be blamed, specifically. We just sweep up, and there is a large ball of long strands in the broom.
You truly are an ass, you know that?
Oooh speaking of shedding. For almost all my adult life, I kept my hair at a nice buzz cut. But 2 years or so ago, I decided to just stop cutting it. Now it’s halfway down my back. I had to buy a hair drier! But the biggest thing is the shedding. I had to take my best friend’s advice and buy a little rake to collect hair on my carpet. So weird.
(When I said collect, I meant gather for disposal… Not keep in a jar above my bed.)
Tessa, you mean you’re not keeping it for a creepy pillow-stuffing?
I has a disappoint.
Heh. I used to have butt-length hair, and I kept the braid when I got it cut off. It’s stored in a carved wooden box somewhere. It’s not a sacred object or anything, it just feels weird to throw it in the garbage. I guess I’m waiting for a ritual to use it in. (I’d donate it, but it’s at least half grey and dyed, so they don’t want it.)
My hair’s about shoulder-blade length pulled out straight, but it grows 1cm a month, so that’s a lot of shedding.
When I was single and on OKCupid, I had 3 experiences with PUA asshole types. I was on the verge of giving up when I met my current partner. He was so different because he was genuinely interested in me as a person, and asked me questions about myself. I asked him questions as well, and the conversation went on for hours. The pua dudes always seemed to steer the conversation to SMV (and pointedly telling me how far beneath them I was) and other red pill topics. Their interactions with me were very one- sided and seemed to always have some sort of agenda. Oh yeah, and I stopped seeing the lawyer with a Porsche to be with my current guy…who, at the time, was living in a crappy motel and had no car. And nope- he’s not the bad boy type either. He’s humble, kind, prone to anxiety and bald….and the handsomest guy in the world to me.
Pecunium — I can’t afford to get out your way until, um…depends how much I spend on fish? ^.^;
So rest up, no rush on the bike. And don’t worry about the EasyPass for that, I’m perfectly happy with a few laps around the block! (Make sure I remember to braid my hair, urgh)
Sneak — cactī are hard to kill, don’t worry about it! Seriously, the crassula? I dropped the terrarium hood on the parent, you’re getting one of the “leaves” that took root when the parent plant suddenly became many pieces!
Pecunium — you want a rooted crassula? I have plenty after that >.<
Kitteh, Maybe I’ll make one when I finally decide to cut it all off again. Or I’ll frame it as a reminder of why buzz cuts are awesome. Go team lazy!
I wish I could pull off a completely shaved head. I tried once. it was horrible.
Argenti: Between a wedding in July, and being in London/Dublin/Toronto the month of August, there isn’t a whole lot of time in the middle.
I do, however, need to eat more I think I’m starting to suffer for a lack of calories. I just forget to get around to food until supper time.
Or do some hair jewellery like the Victorian styles!
LBT, crossing fingers and toes for a nice little efficiency apartment for you and yours!
Why is this silly troll still pretending to be a feminist?
I have tons and tons of long, curly hair. I comb through it only in the shower and then take the loose strands and roll them into tiny balls so all the hairs are together. Half the time I remember to throw the hair balls away, half the time Mr. Unicrone gets to wonder what the hell I’m up to.
That’s just my education (and also, a minor in biology) + my hobbies of interest! Also the part time job of tax returns + availability / oppertunity matrice computation for companies that I do.
My actual job is currently being a knight in shining armor.
It just so happens to be that I am a knight who can also argue your ear off about the proper policies for effectual human development in relation to economic progress and the influence on government strutured markets in relation to wellfare standards of Sudan.
Anyway, sober Fibi would like to apologize for the momentary intrusion of drunk Fibi onto this thread.
Secondly: Congratulations LBT! Wooooooh!
@cloudiah
I felt like he was building up to a hissy fit where he claims our meanie pants ways have forced him to give up his generous support of feminism. I’d actually like that to happen because it would require a flounce and we would stop having to hear about his love life, lack of personality and lionization of German-style, Progressive politics-inspiring sex workers.
Pecunium — lol, that works. By September I should be done pouring money into the tank! (Among other things, I want an elephant nose…$35~)
Also, by then the BF might have an apt near you and be paying my transport!
Go eat something, I suggest chocolate. Or ice scream (Best. Typo. Ever. Was on the menu at the Vietnamese place my brother wanted to have dinner at [I was sadly disappointed in my food options])
Hey, speaking of food, I recently discovered that mangoes are related to poison ivy, and has some of the same toxins in its skin. Peeling or eating mango can aggravate psoriasis.
And speaking of menu typos, a local place was advertising a vagi sub. My baby brother didn’t shut up about it for months.
If he comes back can someone poke him hard enough to provoke a flounce? One day of this was funny, but multiple days of it would be a real drag unless he comes up with some new material.
Well damn, he actually has a point about them being the fruit of the devil then huh?
And maths say $75+ in fish, because apparently everything I want is wild caught.
Does anybody else see the obvious disconnect between the view that women are only attracted to assholes, and that pro-feminist men or “white knights” are only saying profeminist things to get laid? Surely if non-assholish men are just brainwashed tools of the feminist puppet-mistresses, they should be the least attractive to women according to this gender essentialist claptrap, and thus never get any action? It’s hard to argue both sides of that point at the same time.
Strivingally:
But see, that’s the sad state of the White Knights. they took the blue pill (or red? I don’t remember and I hated the matrix), so don’t know that their attempts to get sex by white knighting for the feminists is doooooomed. Only super asshole alphas get all the sex.
Cashews are also related to poison ivy (it’s part of why they are priced as they are, lots of hand labor required to shell them).
Cashews are divine.
When are the new mods starting their duties? I have ideas for troll challenges.
Woody: Before he makes a post praising an MRA he has to make a post giving us fun trivia facts about furinatti.
Unfreedland: In every post he needs to give a short report about a woman who has impacted history, the arts, or the sciences. He may not say anything about her appearance.
I know Unfreedland thinks women only like tall guys, but here’s a not tall guy I have a crush on. He’s also not misogynistic. That’s a big part of why he’s attractive.