The director of the first Human Centipede film – the one about a psychopathic doctor who sews three unwilling and unwitting captives together mouth-to-anus to make a sort of “centipede” — proudly declared that his film was “100% medically accurate.” That is, he found a doctor who was willing to say that if one were indeed to create such a centipede, the second and third segments (i.e., people) would be able to survive, provided that you supplemented their rather dismal diet with IV drips to give them the nutrition they were lacking.
This dubious claim to 100% accuracy came to mind today as I perused a post by the blogger who calls himself Dalrock, a manospherian nitwit with a penchant for pseudoscientific defenses of old-fashioned misogyny. In a post with the whimsical title “We are trapped on Slut Island and Traditional Conservatives are our Gilligan,” Dalrock argues that the best “solution” to out-of-wedlock births is some good old-fashioned slut shaming.
Here’s how he breaks down the (imaginary) numbers in a post that is “100% mathematically accurate” – which is to say, not accurate at all:
Assume we are starting off with 100 sluts and 30 alphas/players. The sluts are happily riding on the alpha carousel. Now we introduce slut shaming. It isn’t fully effective of course, but it manages to convince 15 of the would be sluts not to be sluts after all. This means an additional 15 women are again potentially suitable for marriage. This directly translates into fewer fatherless children. This also makes the next round of slut shaming easier. Instead of having 99 peers eagerly cheering her on her ride, each slut now has 15 happily married women shaming her and only 84 other sluts encouraging her. After the next round this becomes 30 happily married women shaming the sluts, and only 69 other sluts cheering them on, and so on. This process continues until all but the most die hard sluts are off the carousel. You will never discourage them all, but you can do a world better than we are doing today.
Why not shame the fathers as well, while we’re at it? Dalrock explains that this just doesn’t make good mathematical sense:
Start with the same base assumption of 100 sluts and 30 players. Now apply shame to the players. Unfortunately shame is less effective on players than it is on sluts, so instead of discouraging 15% of them (4.5) in the first round, it only discourages three of them. No problem!, says the Gilligan [the social conservative], at least there are now three fewer sluts now that three of the evil alphas have been shamed away, and all without creating any unhappy sluts! But unfortunately it doesn’t work that way. The remaining 27 players are more than happy to service the extra sluts. They are quite maddeningly actually delighted with the new situation. Even worse, the next round of player shaming is even less effective than the first. This time only 2 players are discouraged, and one of the other 3 realizes that his player peers are picking up the slack anyway and reopens for business. This means in net there are still 26 players, more than enough to handle all of the sluts you can throw at them.
Well, there’s no arguing with that!
Seriously, there’s no arguing with that, because it is an imaginary construct with only the most tenuous connection with how things work in the real world. “But … MATH!” doesn’t really work as an argument here, since human beings don’t actually behave according to simplistic mathematical formulas.
Film critic note: While the first Human Centipede film offered little more than a workmanlike treatment of a fantastical idea, the recently released sequel, which details the attempts of a deranged Human Centipede superfan to take human-centipeding to the next level, is actually sort of brilliant. If you like that sort of thing.
That was the joke! XD!
Also, you’re super bad at spelling my name. :p
DKM – I’m afraid I giggle when reading your posts too. It’s just that I tend not to translate the sounds into emoticons.
Consent is very important when you want to girlygiggle at someone, not so much when you want to fuck them. Ah, the things I learn from DKM…
Meller, I know you believe mellertopiamake thing simple, but every thing you propose leads to a hundred questions.
What if the woman want premarital sex AND marriage? What if she want nor marriage nor prostitution and want to have a job? Are these prostitute even free to choose their clients?
If you don’t stay pure, is the brothel mandatory or not? If so, how is that freedom and who forces them to go? If not, how does that protect the purity of other women?
On a side note, are women allowed to have sex with prostitute? Are male allowed to be prostitutes?
When women, especially floozies, have sex with “whomever they want”, it disrupts families, cmmunities, and lives–Just ask poor Herman Cain, for example! When it can be done discreetly, smoothly, and cleanly, damage is minimized for everybody concerned.
If you are a student of Opera, almost EVERY opera involves seduction, a love triangle, or a woman having sex with womebody whom she shouldn’t! More often than not, somebody dies, sometimes even the girl herself!
The resulting mess(es) become everybody’s business, and the ongoing gossip often complicates matters for people even further.
Dracula (and other manboobzers and manboobzettes), no communities can be at their best if the lives of their people, especially their leading people,and families, are exposed to scandal! This system allows the tremendous energies that go into female sex emotions to be employed and sublimated usefully, cleanly, discreetly, and often even profitably..When such women do “what they want”on their own, the results are dreadful scandals and messes for everyone, especially people who need to attend to more important matters elsewhere!
“If you are a student of Opera, almost EVERY opera involves seduction, a love triangle, or a woman having sex with womebody whom she shouldn’t! More often than not, somebody dies, sometimes even the girl herself!”
So if men cheat, everything is hunky dory right?
But what about when men do “what they want” on their own? I mean, I know this never, ever, ever happens, but you seem fond of speaking hypothetically, so play along.
Dracula (and other manboobzers and manboobzettes), no communities can be at their best if the lives of their people, especially their leading people,and families, are exposed to scandal!
So get the fuck over it. GROW UP. It’s none of your business, or anyone else’s. The only sex-related “scandals” that matter involve a lack of consent.
OH the scandal!!! I’m picturing Meller fainting with a handkerchief held above his head. And those poor poor men. It’s not like they can choose to deny women sex or anything!
Yea, fuck your plan Meller. Oh no! a woman said fuck! how un-ladylike. Gonna faint now?
What if everyone just agreed that consenting sex isn’t very scandalous, and then just did go attend to more important matters? That’s what I usually do. It’s pretty easy.
PRICELESS DKM: <emYes, girlygiggles are nice in women ordinarily. However, Ami Angelwings has a bad habit of giggling when discussing my posts, and I would rather not have her do that.Normally, I would say that they were cute–in the right places!
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omg, YES.
Because nothing is more oppressive to some men than the idea of women laughing at them:
http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/39973.html
GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI, GO AMI,
GO AMI, GO!
Meller, do the prostitutes in your… whatever it is get paid? Do they have a 401(K) and a health plan? Or do you just kill them when they wear out?
And yet again, we have proved that DKM’s masculinity is threatened by girlies.
So, Meller, say we are actually living in an Opera-like world. What do you do with women who refuse the virgin-until-marriage or prostitute offer?
Truly, the words of a man who doesn’t care.
So…you want to be able to control when and where women laugh. Truly, the essence of freedom, right there.
This goes great with MRAL’s Daenerys Targaryen defense.
How is what is going on with Herman Cain-someone who apparently was chasing other women who were not his wife, not women chasing him-have anything to do with women having sex with whomever they want?
And how does it hurt anyone for a woman to have sex with whomever she wants as long as the other person is consenting? Because some men refuse to honor their marriage vows? How is that her fault? He can always say no.
Katz: “This goes great with MRAL’s Daenerys Targaryen defense.”
I both really fear and want to ask you what that is, but mostly I want to know. Please?
Picture the scene, if you will:
DKM gets home from a long day of yelling at internet shrikes. He adjusts his bow tie, puts on a sweater vest and his lucky slippers (bunnies, of course). He then goes to the kitchen to put on some tea and grab a plate (fine china!) of cookies.
DKM puts La Bohme on the turntable. He sets the table, seating one of his favorite Madame Alexander dolls in the chair opposite him (tonight’s doll is the Anne of Cleves limited edition). She’s so fluffy!
He proceeds to tell her all about the mean, nasty, feminist women who just don’t understand him when he laughs at cancer patients and murder victims. And he tried to apologize, but those mean harpies weren’t having it!
Meanwhile, La Boheme turns over as DKM prattles on and on and on. And somewhere, a doll is wishing for death.
The end.
Meller, let’s pretend that the Cain thing wasn’t about consent, which it is. If he had sex with someone outside of his own marriage, he’s the adulterous one. He’s the one who (should) take responsibility for it.
When you make “floozies” responsible for men’s actions, you are being misandrous by suggesting men cannot control themselves.
Just a thought.
@Kyrie: I’m not sure except that Daenerys Targaryen is created by male author (George R. R. Martin), and the operas are too (any MAJOR opera EVER by woman artist?), and just like one of the MRA’s keeps claiming Helen of Troy proves women cause war (ditto LYSISTRATA), it’s the “men making arguments about women based on fictional women created by men” circle of NON-reasoning.
Just my wildass guess mind you. *avoiding grading papers*
Shorter Meller: I know everything, you’re just too stupid to understand it with your girly brains and constant giggling. Now make me a sandwich!
@ithiliana: I’m pretty sure the fact that major opera were created by males is somehow a proof that only men have emotions, and creativity, and women suck.
But I still want to know what is MRAL’s Daenerys Targaryen defense. ^_^
DKM:
You were the one who phrased it earlier in this thread as something like women who reject the safety of their homes being offered to brothels where they’d be “serving” men.
1. Who does the offering? It obviously can’t be the women because they are the objects being offered. Fathers? Displeased husbands? Who exactly?
2. You are offering false choices. You can either be a. A good, well behaved daughter/wife/mother and serve men that way or b. be “offered” into prostitution.
Lots of women aren’t going to like either of those choices but want something completely different. This is what people have been trying totell you. This isn’t just about sexuality, it’s about having the freedom to make decisions about your own life and what you want to do with it. You haven’t given women any real choices here. The only option they have is to serve men. What if that’s not what they want?
It seems to me that the only people in your system that have any freedom of choice are men.
I wouldn’t say adultery/forbidden sex is THE most common theme in opera, though it plays a part in the verismo operas (Pagliacci, Traviata, etc). Boheme isn’t about adultery, it’s about two lovers torn apart first by their own stupidity, then by *SPOILER ALERT* Mimi dying of tuberculosis.
More commonly operas involve love stories complicated by one or more ridiculously contrived coincidences (What! Your father is about to execute the queen I swore to protect, right before our wedding? I will spirit her away to safety, jilting you at the altar, making you go crazy until the equally contrived and ridiculous happy ending!). Grand opera actually has a lot in common with horror movies/fiction – at its best it combines a ridiculous plot with emotional reality. Good times.