He may be a raving misogynist asshole who seems to spend most of his free time scanning through PlentyOfFish profiles for women he can insult. But I’ll give Zero Tolerance Man props for one thing: his blog, NO MARRIAGES.COM, is very easy to read.
Not because he’s a brilliant writer with the clarity and grace of a latter-day Orwell. Because he uses such huge fonts, offering those with tired eyes a haven of sorts from the tiny text you find on most websites. The only real trouble is that, reading his posts, I can’t help but imagine him shouting them out at the top of his lungs.
I thought I’d give you some of the highlights — that is, lowlights — from recent posts, in a normal sized font.
I would compare most American women to septic tanks or dumpsters. The ego of the typical American woman is out of control, especially with the on-line dating sites. they get a few emails from pathetic desperate guys and right away, they are a princess waiting for their dream man.
The bathroom isn’t good enough to pump out that titter milk for these American bitches? After all, if I’m at work and I feel like busting a nut, I have to go into the shitter, close the stall door and pump away. But now, that isn’t good enough for a woman and her little womb turd!!! …
American women are essentially worthless except as a fuck and dump, so why are we bothering with this shit? Leave the little bastard at home or if the bitch just has to drain her tit, let her squeeze it out into the shitter.
Besides, it’s just another body fluid like the piss, blood, and yeast infections that drain from her overused overpriced PUSSgina right into the shit pot. I’m sick of giving these “ladies” deferential treatment.
MISERABLE AMERICAN BITCHES!!!!!
I am sorry, but unless a woman is here to service my needs, she has no more value than shit in the sewer. … We should treat American women like the crap they are and work on lowering their self-esteem.
You wouldn’t buy a dented can at the supermarket! Why would you choose a single mother? Single mothers are for losers. …
Think about it! …
Her pussy is stretched out from shitting out the kids or she has a big UGLY scar across her belly. Also included at no additional charge are stretch marks and varicose veins for your entertainment pleasure. …
Some of these bitches have 120,000 miles on their odometer by the time their husband (s) or the guys they fucked have put them in the recycle bin where they belong!
You can see these bitches walking down the street with their noses stuck up in the air with their snooty, snotty grins as if to say “look at me, I am wonderful and if you are a man, you are a pig”. I wasted years of my life and lots of money trying to please these monsters.
Only a MADMAN would marry one of these creatures.
Oh there’s more, much more. Including a poem. But I’m saving that for a future post.
My apologies to shrikes! The only reason why you feminists seem to be angry at him is that he has youall down pat. He read you like a book! Whether it is marriage and children, wetnursing, fashion–or what passes for fashion–private (or what used to be, and ought to be, private) behavior, sex, etc. I think that the NOMARRIAGES.com has youall down to a ‘t’!
That is why youall hate him and his website, isn’t it? He tells us (men, and the women who love us) the truth, and the truth shall make us free.
The only thing that I think that he has missed so far seems to be the ill effects that too much education–or the wrong kind of education–have had on modern women! There is an interesting parallel blog called the problem with women today, listed on your “enemies list” above, which covers the same material, but from a more individual perspective.
As things stand, his points basically stand, Modern women STINK! What are you going to do about it?
And Pecunium, re: Oct 20,2011@12;02pm
Since you broached the totally irrelevant subject, Gor, slavegirls, and my literary tastes have nothing to do with it!
You don’t even agree with this dude, DKM. I know you have this vague sense that he’s Team Man so you ought to agree with anything he says as long as it’s against Team Woman, but you’re not even the same kind of misogynist.
You think it’s okay for women to exist so long as they’re mindless adorable pet-slaves. He doesn’t really think it’s okay for women to exist at all. He’s bothered by the fact that we have bodily fluids.
Substantial ideological differences, dude!
DKM, we’re not going to do anything about it, because the problem lies with you and the OP. Whiny titty-babies, the both of you.
Titter milk is what they use to make Laughing Cow cheese.
This made me, um, titter.
And the day that we have private nursing rooms everywhere we have restrooms is the day that people can whine about breastfeeding in public.
And even then they should still STFU.
This guy also thinks that women should be more fiancially independent and the Meller-toad thinks that women should not be educated or work outside the home.
But why quibble?
He’s a man, I suppose. The Meller-toad claims to be man-like. They both hate women and indulge in hyperbolic and virulent misogyny. Why shouldn’t Meller rush to his defense (…there’s an expression for that, n’est pas?) and ignore the clear disparities in their beliefs? The Meller-toad can barely make it through three sentences without contradicting himself. I don’t see why we should hold him to a different standard when he’s white knighting a fellow, bloated gas-bag.
No women love you, Meller. Keep waiting for the cyborgs.
Bedsores and Loneliness,
Nobinayamu (aka the ubershrike)
Meller: You tastes in women and literature are entirely on subject. You bring them up all the fucking time. You’ve pointed to the Gor books as a good model for human relationships.
Nobinayamu, October21, 2011@1:05pm
Have you had your shots? The reason why I ask is that there is a pressing need in biomedical research nowadays for venom of all kinds: spider venom, scorpion venom, snake venom, pufferfish venom, jellyfish venom, and so on. Apparently, venom has interesting medical applications. I understand the more poisonous the better.
You and the rest of the sisterhood from hell here obviously have a supply of nice poisonous venom that these researchers would value.
Gather your most recent vaccination certs, especially for Rabies, (it won’t do for you and the other feminists to start biting and stinging the staff there) and go give a venom donaiton. I hear that they pay well, and the extraction procedure is painless.
PS-I am not a toad, i Am really a handsome prince! An evil feminist witch put a spell on me, turned me into an ugly and repulsive toad, and I await a kiss from a pretty girl to turn me back into a handsome prince! Didn’t you read fairytales when you were a kid?
So if we find a pretty girl who is actually willing to kiss you, you’ll turn into a nice, normal, non-hateful human being?
Anyone want to take one for the team?
Meller: Now you’re just recycling. Pathetic.
Meller, the paragon of how women who are sweet and fluffy are going to be well treated thinks, That is why youall hate him and his website, isn’t it? He tells us (men, and the women who love us) the truth, and the truth shall make us free.
Here is Meller’s truth.
I am sorry, but unless a woman is here to service my needs, she has no more value than shit in the sewer. …
Slaves, and babysitters. Housepets and fucktoys, are what Meller want’s.
He calls this love, and adoration, but the moment a woman does anything which isn’t, “servicing his needs” she’s effluvium, not worth more than, “shit in the sewer.”
And for disagreeing with they he takes pleasure in “feminists” dying in agony.
As to your literary tastes, you have said women need who revel in their subjegation are the “real women”, the models feminists need to emulate (lest men rise up and kill them).
I’m just trying to show the life behind the curtain. It’s important for people to know what you think is the proper role for men and women.
The girl, on her hands and knees, went to the whip. She put down her head at the heavy, locked door and picked up the whip, delicately, in her teeth. She then, the whip in her teeth, turned from the door and, head down, on her hands and knees, returned to the center of the room.
“Kneel,” he said, “in the position of the pleasure slave.” She knelt, then, back on her heels, her knees spread widely, her back straight, her shoulders back, her belly sucked in, her head up, her hands on her thighs. Between her teeth was the staff of the whip.
“Whip,” said Ligurious.
She gave him the whip, extending her head towards him, opening her mouth, letting him take it from between, her teeth. She then, unbidden, resumed the erect, graceful, beautiful position of the Gorean pleasure slave.
He shook out the blades of the whip and dangled them before her eyes.
She swallowed, hard.
“Face that direction,” said Ligurious, pointing.
She rotated her body about a hundred degrees to her left.
“On your belly,” he said.
She went to her belly, her hands at the sides of her head. he changed his position a little. He was now a bit behind her, and to her left. He was right-handed.
She began to tremble.
He looked down at her.
I, kneeling, tightened the grasp on my ankles. I was sweating.
I looked at the branded female on the tiles.
Sheila, who had once been the Tatrix of Corcyrus, now a slave girl, lay at the feet of Ligurious, who had once been her first minister, positioned.
How she had used him, and tortured him! How cleverly she had manipulated him, how insidiously and cunningly she had exploited him!
He let the blades of the whip, idly, brush her back. She whimpered.
I recalled her words, two evenings ago, in the banquet hall, how she had said that she had made him dance like a puppet to her will, how she had deprived him of his leadership and manhood.
He drew the blades back, away from her body.
“What are you?” he asked.
“A slave, Master,” she said.
“And what else?” he asked.
“Naught else, Master,” she said.
I wondered if she retained power over him yet. I saw the whip swing back now, and to the side. He held it with both hands. On Earth a woman may reduce, diminish and destroy a man with impunity. This, however, was not Earth; it was Gor. I saw the whip pause at the height of its arc. I wondered if she retained power over him yet. Then I saw his eyes. In them I saw that the spell which she had exercised over him was broken.
I cried out and averted my eyes, swiftly, as the whip fell. The beating lasted only a few moments.
Then I looked back. Sheila was on her side, her body flaming with burning stripes; she was gasping and sobbing; she looked wildly up at Ligurious, a Gorean master. Then she looked away from him, not daring to meet his eyes. She, a female, lay now at the feet of a male, he totally dominant over her. She was now in her place in nature.
“Do you wish to be whipped further?” he asked.
“No, Master!” she sobbed.
“You will serve well, and yield perfectly,” he said.
“Yes, Master!” she said, fervently
Ligurious turned to face me. “You may break position,” he said.
Swiftly I released my ankles and slipped from the surface of the couch, to stand beside it.
That’s what you think is the way things ought to be. That’s what tickles your fancy. If you can find someone who wants to play (and there are people who “Live the Gorean Lifestyle”), fine.
But you want more than that. You want to make it that way for everyone. I just think people ought to know what it is you really want.
What if I just chipped in to get him a well made blow-up doll or body pillow? Would that work?
It’s pretty simple, compare things correctly. Anywhere you can eat in public babies should be able to as well. If some people have a problem with kissing in public, take it up with them. That has no correlation to breastfeeding. Babies pee in public with diapers on, you can wear a diaper too. There are some for adults in fact. So yes, you too can pee in public.
Amnesia: I wish. But he wants a woman who will, “submit with all her being, out of love and adoration of her master”, or some such drivel.
To clarify, it’s drivel because he wants it, not because she loves him, as a person, but merely because she is a woman, and he is a man. Any woman he is interested in is supposed to just melt at his sight, and give in, utterly, to his will; abnegating herself, possessed of no independent desires.
But she’s not a slave, oh no. She has nothing he doesn’t give her, but she is, “free” because she is feminine, and he loves her.
I’m starting to suspect manboobz is really a closet MRA pretending to be anti-misogynist. The phrase “The lady doth protest too much” comes to mind whenever I read this blog.
Just as well. Can’t afford to be bribing worthless MRAs into becoming decent human beings at the moment. And I make it a policy not to negotiate with terrorists and all that.
Aw, c’mon, Meller, “venomous” is the best you can do?
Yeah, it’s probably for the best. I wouldn’t want to subject anyone to that anyways.
Sheesh, I heard Gor was bad (for my tastes), but that… How was that poor woman in her place in nature? She sounds miserable! If you have to beat someone into submission, submissive behavior is not natural to them!
All of them, Meller; every single one. Even the collections not sanitized for children and nearly all of Lang's work. That's why I refer to you as the Meller-toad and not a frog. The handsome prince was transformed into a frog and needed a kiss to break the spell. In Thumbelina, it was a toad who tried to sell the tiny princess into sexual slavery.
As for the rest of it, yawn and stretch, Meller-toad. Yawn and stretch. Perhaps the kind of women in which you’re interested (but can never get) might drop a perfectly dewy tear, or be given a moment’s consternation about the opinion some vile, narcissistic, gas bag has of them. But as a certified prickly, venomous, horrible feminist woman who just happens to own a lot of fabulous vintage dresses all I can offer is a shrug of indifference. But your palpable misery and loneliness do bring a smile to my face. And for that I thank you.
Bedsores and Loneliness!!!!!
Nobinayamu (aka the ubershrike, aka the black widow spider)
Kissing Meller? Ew.
Luckily there’s no chance of that ever happening, I suppose.
Nightmares and nausea!!!
Bee
Can I bring a rolled up newspaper?
Nobinayamu and Bee…
I thought that you have some good poisonous she-venom to donate.
Get your rabies shots and go the biomedical research lab pronto!
Meller: Seriously, you’ve done this schitck to death. If you can’t be bothered to troll creatively, GTFO.
It’s truly dreadful having to listen to old farts like Meller constantly whinge about their loathing of the fact that women aren’t bunnies or kittens. However, since I’m a better person than he is, I shall endure.
But still, it really is dreadful. He should really consider not inflicting himself on the general public.