Angry manosphere dudes sure do love them some apocalyptic fantasies! Which totally makes sense, since they all seem to imagine the apocalypse as little more than an opportunity to deliver a big “told you so!” to women and “manginas” and probably their pet goldfish.
Over on MGTOWforums.com, our robogirl-obsessed friend avoidwomen has been reposting assorted comments he’s apparently found on The Spearhead, and which he just loves, loves, loves! Unfortunately, he hasn’t provided links or any other information about them, and Google didn’t much help, so I don’t know who exactly should get the credit for the following bit of postapocalyptic fiction.
It’s sort of long, but I think you’ll pick up the gist of it right away. (It also sounds really, really familiar – have I written about it before, or is it just that MRAs and MGTOWers are so predictably unoriginal?) Are you sitting comfortably? Good. Let’s begin:
An economic collapse will put women in their place. Virtually no women have the skills necessary to survive in the real world. They can survive in this artificial politically correct, multi-cultural, anything goes, “death to the West, death to the white male patriarch” system that we are presently in….
As the economy declines even further the government will be forced to make massive cuts. … The first things on the chopping block will be entitlements, the sort of entitlements that have enabled women to use big government as a substitution for a stable nuclear family, a family they would only be able to have by behaving themselves and conforming to acceptable standards of behavior as determined by their fathers and later their husbands.
And now we come to the payoff:
In the near future women will be given the choice of starving in the street, finding some way to hunt/fish/garden on their own, or conforming to the standards men set for them and being kept alive by men who actually place value upon their continued existence.
Let’s throw some Ayn Rand into the mix:
This dysgenic society favors the weak and indeed it subsidizes the weak at the expense of the strong and the fit. … We are ruled by thieves who steal from the productive and give to the idiotic masses to keep themselves in office at the expense of the intelligent, the creative, the productive, the true movers and shakers of society.
Can I have some “we hunted the mammoth” to go with that “Atlas Shrugged?”
We build civilizations yet we are penalized at every step of the way in every aspect of our lives. Instead of being allowed to innovate, invent, and create, we are made to subsidize the recklessness of unworthy women, tens of millions of illegal aliens, and any other group that some clique of weak and effeminate politicians decides to cave to.
Hmm. That’s pretty good. But still not quite melodramatic enough. Can we add some big blustery clichés to the mix? Some “we stand on the edge of a precipice” sort of shit?
We stand on the cusp of the precipice, gazing down into the abyss.
Oh, ok. I didn’t expect you to take me quite so literally. But never mind:
After our civilization is pushed over the edge a new one will emerge from the void left by the collapse of the old one. All we have to do is make sure it is to our benefit rather than to our detriment.
And now, back to all those mean bitches who were so mean to us:
The prospect of starvation, death by exposure to the elements, or being turned into a prostitute by a street gang that openly dominates some X number of city blocks in the absence of big government police, should be amply adequate to put most women in their place.
You can almost hear the writer jazzing in his pants as he writes this.
The question is not one of “will they come crawling back to us” but rather, “how do we respond when they do finally come crawling back.”
Yeah, ladies, maybe we don’t want you after all!
Most of them are bitter, selfish, self-absorbed, idiotic, brain-dead, used up whores, and I have no need for such creatures in my life. They don’t know how to cook, how to clean, how to butcher livestock, how to till a field, how to cultivate crops, how to hunt game, how to fish, how to defend themselves in hand-to-hand combat, how to zero a rifle, in short they have no practical useful skills for existence outside of an artificial globalist “post industrial” financial/retail services economic structure.
Ooh! In your face, ladies who can’t cultivate crops and take down bears in hand-to-hand combat!
Did your feminism prepare you for BEARS? I think not!
In addition they don’t even know how to treat people, especially men, in a right and proper fashion.
Um. What happened to hand-to-hand-combat and all that survival-of-the-fittest stuff? This seems a tad, er, petulant.
I personally have no use for a bunch of used up whores who “had their fun” and now expect men who know what is what and have their act together, to put their lives on the line to keep them safe.
Ah, now we’re rolling again.
Screw you, whores! It’s all fun and games until the economy collapses and the BEARS show up!
Hopefully in the new society, the one on the way, women will be treated as perpetual minors with no contractual capacity and no right to ownership of property. … what we cannot achieve politically will be achieved socially and physically by the nature of the coming collapse/implosion.
Yep, ladies. It’s our way … or the BEARway! (By which I mean, “the highway, except that the highway is covered with BEARS!”)
Never forget, that at some point back in time, EVERYTHING women have they obtained from MEN, either via big government initiated wealth/resource transfers, or because men were foolish enough to dote on them in some hope of obtaining sex/sexual access (or even just the affections/approval) from some creature that was doubtlessly a used up whore.
So there you have it. Our glorious future!
I’m not sure how the robogirls fit in all this exactly. If the economy collapses and we’re fighting the BEARS in the streets, won’t that put a little dent in production of robogirls?
Never mind. That’s a mere detail. The important things to remember are: Apocalypse soon, women screwed, men happy, BEARS.
How creepy do you have to be to want the end of civilization to compensate you for not getting a date with a woman you feel you deserve?
To me, these people are the MRA version of those who love the “Left Behind” books–gloating over how wonderful and righteous they are and delighting in the horrors that people they hate will have to suffer. What is wrong with people like that?
I love this post. Honestly.
I’d bet cash that half of those posters would starve to death without carry-out. But they’re predicting that the impending financial melt-down and subsequent apocalypse will have women beating a path to their doors.
Show of hands: who here thinks that most of those people have never so much as grown a tomato plant from seed and wouldn’t know how to gut, clean, de-bone and correctly portion a fish if someone had a gun to their head?
Looks like someone watched Mad Max one too many times. But yeah, I nominate David as the mayor of Manboobz City, but I want to be in charge of Thunderdome. Two men enter, one man leaves!
“Two boobz enter, one boob leaves!”‘
FTFY.
“How creepy do you have to be to want the end of civilization to compensate you for not getting a date with a woman you feel you deserve?”
Who was it that said the Manosphere is sexual Marxism: from each according to her ability, to each according to his need?
Darksidecat, yes, I agree.
My father grew up in the mountains of North Carolina. My grandparents’ house never had an indoor toilet or bathroom, although they eventually ran a pipe from the spring to the house, so at least they weren’t hauling water in from the spring. For hot water, they would heat it on the coal stove that was also used for cooking and heat. One stove in the kitchen/dining room, one in the living room, the rest of the house unheated. When we visited them in the winter, the bedrooms were so cold that when it was time for bed, my mother would pile on quilts so heavy it was hard to move under them.
My grandfather had a small service station where he sold gas and worked on cars. He had worked on the railroad, but he lost his leg from an accident working on the trains. My grandmother raised chickens, a milk cow, and a huge garden, and spent weeks every summer canning food. She didn’t like raising hogs or beef cattle, so she would buy pork and beef from their neighbors. When we visited, my sisters and I were expected to help her get in the eggs and feed the chickens, garden, churn the milk for butter (which she sold to a local restaurant for cash), and take the cow out to and back from the pasture. I learned to milk, not sure if I could do it now.
My family loved visiting with my grandparents, but we all, including my dad, were happy when we returned home, to hot and cold running water, heat and air conditioning, indoor bathroom, and our pet dog–no chickens to feed or cows to milk.
I think most of those guys don’t have a clue.
Ozy, XD
I, for one, welcome our new bear overlords.
My totally appropriate Shakespeare quote: one of his few stage directions (though I don’t actually recall which play):
Ready?
Exit, pursued by bears
I plan to be at ground zero and miss all the apocoshit, thangyouverramuch.
What are YOUR plans????
Isn’t it time we got beyond Thunderdome?
/Old joke
But seriously, I’m pretty sure I’d be the first to die in a post-apocalyptic scenario, but these guys would be pretty close behind me.
Under these rules, pretty much everyone born and raised in suburban or urban America is fucked. Even a big segment of the rural population couldn’t do everything on his list.
Regardless, it’s an absurd standard. There’s zero reason to assume that, even if radical revolution happened tomorrow, only the hunting/fishing/trapping skill set would still be in demand. Unless that radical revolution includes a time machine which dumps all of us into 1700.
I think it’s hilarious how these apocalypse threads always turn into a orgy of the posters here “casually” (probably with the help of Google) discussing what Danielle Boones they really are and how all their female relatives were, IN FACT, raised by 1337 wolves on the plains.
No, Spear, you’re in Manboobz City with the rest of us. Although I imagine DSC would get really annoyed dealing with all of us spoiled suburban/urban brats…
“No, this is how you milk a cow. For fuck’s sake! Didn’t they teach you guys anything?”
oh, I’m perfectly fucked in an apocalypse. My skills are important, triply so if we ever want to see civilization return, but they’re not going to get me through the end of the day. So yeah, not denying it. But I don’t make a point of pride of hoping we see the apocalypse!
Mert is the Secretary of Defense and Holly is in charge of the healthcare system. And Ami is the Secretary of Sparkles. 🙂
But where will that leave poor Edward Cullen?
Ozy:
I favor this for the entirely selfish reason that I’m a prime candidate for the B Ark.
BlackBloc:
Interesting, I hadn’t thought of that, but yeah, all the MRAs I see are coming from the right generally. There are certainly liberal and center-left misogynists, but Keith Olbermann is no MRA.
Nobinayamu:
Yup.
Spear: He’s the Secretary of Sparkles for Manboobz City’s neighbor, Emo Vampire Land.
Hershele: As am I. 🙁 I have no useful apocalypse-surviving skills except the half-remembered Girl Scouts information on how to build a fire.
This is even more hilarious if you’ve got enough fuzz on your wookie suit to be acquainted with a fair few people who take the idea of preserving old skills and being able to live on their own to have put their money where their mouth is to varying degrees, because it couldn’t be clearer he has no clue what it, and they, are actually like.
The biggest thing being that a pretty damn large number of them are women. Of the people I know who can hit everything on his list- and it’s more common even outside of rural necessity than you might think- easily half are women, maybe a slight majority. You don’t hear so much from them, mostly because they usually tend to figure they have easily ten thousand better things to do than argue on the internet.
The irony is that all those groups he disses almost surely are more productive in real terms than he is. I’d throw my lot in with an illegal immigrant who has survived the elements, works with his/her hands, lives on very little and dodges the authorities with skill over some white guy Randian with a desk job who believes he’s a “producer”. And I’d bet your average lady has more of those skills he mentions—cooking, cleaning, producing food—than he does. Women do, after all, do most cooking, cleaning, and gardening now. I’m guessing that would be an advantage in an apocalypse.
Maybe some of my burning-man friends would take pity on me…
What strikes me as odd is the so-called domestic skills are almost always pushed off on to women. Now teh menz think that women need them?
What actual skills are these internet he-men actually learning, practicing and using?
How many of them actually go to the shooting range monthly? Practice self defense daily? Go hunting? Trapping? Developing the stamina to walk all day carrying a carcase? Sewing? Weaving? Shearing? Carting? Tanning? Can they even chop down a tree without it falling on them? What about hitching a horse? Which vegetables grow best in their climate? Canning? Pickling? Dig a root cellar that doesn’t mildew the vegetables they’ve scavenged?
Rugged individualism is hard and brutal. And more often than not, it’ll kill you.
Damnit, Amanda types faster than I do. 🙁
A side note: I read the post, checked the bread I’m baking from scratch, and wrote that comment. I don’t even refer to a recipe anymore, because I make my own bread so much. Which I suspect is more than Mr. Survival knows how to do. In general, I know more women who have skills that would be useful in an economic collapse situation than men. He doesn’t even mention making clothes, but that was a big one in the day.
I agree that most people, men and women, are screwed in the case of the apocalypse. I’m a bit better off than most, thanks to parents who thought that ‘vacation’ meant ‘taking the kids on long hikes culminating in a night spend eating strange food and sleeping under the stars.’ I can also shoot with fair accuracy, scavenge food and medicine from nature and am a faster runner than most. But I maintain that, in the apocalypse, it won’t matter since whatever event precedes said apocalypse will kill so many people that your chances of survival are already low.
If you do survive, there will be plenty of food and bullets, since there won’t be many people competing for them. By the time the canned goods run out, you should be able to figure out how to grow crops. By the time the bullets run out, you should be able to figure out how to rig up bows and arrows. And I tend to think that women will do slightly better than men at these things, since women don’t seem to compete in groups to the extent that men compete. However, that advantage is only slight, since everyone is an individual.
I’ve spent WAY too much time thinking about this.