Apparently, or so I’ve learned from the manosphere, every single thing that women do is designed to torment men. Yesterday, we learned that women with jobs are leeching off of men just as much as women without jobs.
Further proof of female perfidy can be found in a recent post on the popular manosphere blog In Mala Fide with the provocative title Provocative Female Attire is an Assault Against Men. Guest poster Giovanni Dannato lays it out for anyone who needs convincing:
When a woman walks down a crowded sidewalk in revealing clothing, she is forcing herself on every man nearby.
The woman fully understands the powerful biological drives of men. She knows they cannot ignore her, not even if they want to.
Amazingly, the fact that a woman might show some cleavage does not automatically mean that she wants to have sex with every single man who sees her.
She has chosen to advertise herself to everyone passing by, but she is looking only for a few men. The wealthiest, the most famous, the most powerful men she can attract. …
There’s an old elementary school custom…when you bring something tasty to class, it’s understood that you should put it away unless you intend to share it with others. …
Likewise, a woman who puts her goodies blatantly on display is making false advertisements. Nobody supposes or expects that she could share herself with her entire audience—not even if she wanted to.
That’s right. Women are like gum. Or that pizza Spicoli had delivered to him in class in Fast Times at Ridgemont High that the mean Mr. Hand forced him to share with everyone. And if you gum-pizza-ladies are not willing to share yourself with every horny man (and, presumably, lesbian) who happens to notice you in your slut uniform, you are committing a terrible infraction.
Oh, sure, wearing a totally cute outfit is not specifically against the law, but, as Dannato reminds us,
looking for refuge in explicit written law is inherently disingenuous. …
[W]omen exposing themselves without intent to reciprocate the attention they attract is impolite and inconsiderate – an act of aggression in which they use the power of their sex as a weapon.
So how can men defend themselves against such evil feminine perfidy? By yelling “hey, whore! How much?” or “can I squeeze those titties?” or “Can you give me directions to Pussy Avenue?” Because street harassment – sorry, catcalling – is
a defense mechanism used by lower status men against women flaunting themselves publicly – for the benefit of millionaires only.
What else are men supposed to do?
[M]en are effectively strapped down, gagged, and muzzled while females can flaunt and taunt with impunity. For many men this pretty much sums up every single day of an entire lifetime at school and at work.
And women won’t even admit that when they put on a cute outfit and leave the house that they’re doing it to torment men.
Western Women don’t just abuse their incredible sexual power, they pathologically lie about their inability to understand the effects and implications of their actions. In fact, they seem to derive a sort of sociopathic pleasure from being able to sow unpleasantness and discord without consequence – all while playing innocent. They express their contempt and hatred for men even as they troll the populace for providers. Their enormous power comes without responsibility and they love it that way.
And now these evil women have come up with an even-more-dastardly-than-usual way to torment men “[i]n the most vengeful, derisive, and mocking way they know how.” Yep, you guessed it: The SlutWalks. Large groups of women tormenting men with sexy clothes in unison!
Apparently overwhelmed by contemplation of the sheer feminine evil of the SlutWalks, Giovanni ends his post abruptly at this point.
I admit I don’t have the patience to wade through the comments. If any of you do, please post any of your findings below.
EDITED TO ADD: Ironically, Ferdinand Bardamu (the guy behind In Mala Fide) aids and abets the evil sexy-woman assault on men with his own retro porn site Retrotic. NSFW, of course. And if Dannato’s post is to believed, not safe for straight men generally.
NOTE: This post contains sarcasm.
NWOslave, I seems that you, and a lot of the other commenters here enjoy sparring with one another, but would you take a moment away from that to help me understand some of your earlier assertions? Would you please let me know how you came to the conclusions that, “Womens sexuality is her body. Mens sexuality are their actions. Men are atrracted to a womans body. Women are attracted to a mans actions/talent/wealth/power.[sic]”?
Yes, the Spearhead is a statistically random sample of men, and their stories about how women are mean to them sometimes are factual evidence for how all women everywhere act.
Or, uhm, not.
Holly Pervocrazy–November 29, 2011 @11:21 am
Wrong again Holly P! I am no vampire, just an ordinary man who wants ordinary women who love him, and whom he can love, for a change!
Are feminists blood-drinking vampires?
DKM, why are you so convinced that women aren’t, or should not be allowed to be, complicated thinking beings with their own wants, needs, and desires?
Vampire would explain a lot.
If I thought The Spearhead was a good representation of the average man, I might GMOW too. Good thing I actually know human beings who treat each other like human beings and are happy.
Reader:
Pretty much. The Slavey reasoning seems to be:
* Women have sex by being attractive to a man. Human reproduction works by a woman arousing a man, the man intercoursing the woman, the woman getting pregnant.
* A woman is allowed to freely go about having sex with (i.e., being arousing to) all the men she wants without consequences.
* In the interests of fairness, a man should be allowed to have sex with (i.e., put his penis in) all the women he wants, or at least all the women who arouse him, equally without consequences.
If Meller’s a vampire, can he please be the Twilight type and not the actual cool kind?
I’m pretty sure at this point that DKM is actually a vampire.
I’m guessing he’s an alien. I mean, just look at the proportions on his dream woman:
http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5004/5310803388_e9f191b6ff.jpg
Kinda reminds you of this, doesn’t it?
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/32/Alienigena.jpg/220px-Alienigena.jpg
This also explains why he appears to be completely unfamiliar with pretty much every aspect of life on Planet Earth. He just crawled his way out of Roswell and has been in hiding ever since!
Meller logic 101:
1. Play with dollies
2. Wank a lot
3. Create a fantasy version of Ye Olde Worlde to wank in with your dolly
4. ???
5. Profit
I think I figured out what ??? is:
Dismiss the contradictory evidence provided any actual real women you encounter as a figment of your imagination.
Um, yeah. The kind that sparkles in sunlight and stalks teenage girls, and when said teenage girls notice his stalking, he complains, “Stop stalking me.”
I remember way back when we kept asking Meller what a Sweet Old Fashioned Woman actually *looked* like… but now he’s given us so much detail I’m kinda sorry.
What’s even sadder is that, if Meller wasn’t an asshat, he could actually attract a woman who DID want to dress in period clothing. There’s the SCA and Ren Fairs and Civil War reenactments and all those retrosexuals. Too bad you have to treat woman as human in order to access these places, though.
I wonder if DKM, NWOS , and their ilk are aware that 4Chan isn’t exactly a peer reviewed journal on human socialization?
I’m a Tennant girl all the way (“I just snogged Madame du Pompadour!” is one of the best lines EVAR!), but Matt Smith has really grown on me. He’s really a brilliant physical comedian, and his transformations into The Oncoming Storm are a bit more subtle than the other two Modern Doctors. But Ten will always be my favorite – especially with Donna.
I’m sorry to all the men in the world that I will never have the proportions of a doll =(
@ Meller
I took a look.
I observed a lot of egotistical, entitled, whiny men who only seem to care about themselves and have probably never tried to look at something from someone else’s point of view.
Listen, I’ve had a lot of luck treating women as people. Yes, there are plenty of shrill, unappealing women out there, but you know what? There are plenty of shrill, unappealing men out there, too. But guess what! There are people, male and female, who aren’t like that. So I go hang out with them. I don’t whine on the internet how everybody in the world should conform to my tastes.
And honestly, you need mental help of some kind. That level of obsession with control cannot be healthy.
@KathleenB
Hey, me too! Internet high-five!
I really like Matt Smith, but I have a friend who just stopped watching because she doesn’t like him. 🙁
“After a year of REAL women–alright fantasy, but we can’t have everything,at least not yet–These formerly “sexy” girls that were tormenting you will exude all of the femininity and sex appeal of a dead fish!”
DKM, I don’t think the word “real” means what you think it means…
It’s a wrench, but I forgive you.
Flatly wrong. You can still hear recordings of some of the music being sung by women in speakeasies during the Roaring Twenties. These women were unabashedly singing about casual sex, blowjobs, pussies and dicks. And they were fabulous.
NWO, I noticed you didn’t respond to my post about how I’ve only had sex with one man in my life, and he’s still my boyfriend. Why is that?
The same reason he didn’t respond to my picture of myself in incredibly modest and masculine clothing.
“If I can’t see the evidence contrary to my beliefs, it can’t see me!“
Try to imagine yourself in the feminist blogosphere. You get your first look at this “evidence” as you enter a clearing. It moves like a bird, lightly, bobbing its head. And you keep still because you think that maybe his visual acuity is based on movement like T-Rex – he’ll lose you if you don’t move. But no, not this argument. You stare at it, and it just stares right back. And that’s when the attack comes. Not from the front, but from the side,
Clever girl.
lolzwut? Off the very top of my head, Cohen’s “Hallelujah” is from 1984, and is more or less about a night of mindblowingly good sex.