Courtesy of MGTOWforums.com, here’s a little collection of some of the evil dastardly tricks that women pull on the poor oppressed men of the world. Obviously, most sensible guys know that “housework” is a scam; so-called “housewives” spend most of their time on the couch eating bon bons and watching The View.
But did you know about Arson Night? Or the Cheerleader Ring Drop? Read on, and become enlightened Knowledge is power! STAY SAFE, GUYS!
If a man give his woman 100 dollars a week for food shopping, she will spend say 60 on food and keep the rest. When he enquires why there’s no food in the house come Friday he will get bitched at for not trusting her. And made to feel guilty for accusing her, even though she has deceived him.
They like to lay in bed, and pretend to be sick or sad (which means you won’t be coming in there) and text all their boyfriends.
When they say they are going out with the girls, they could be out doing Anything. This ranges from doing hard drugs to stripping to boinking strangers to sitting alone on a curb to arson. You can never be sure.
How about when they try their version of the Jedi mind trick on you. You know the thing they brag about in private. Trying to make something that’s her idea, seem like it’s *your* idea so that you’ll do it. And then pat you on the back to boost your ego like a trained dog when in reality you did what they for *them* all along.
Sooo many guys fall for this. Suddenly they’re buying crap they don’t need or moving the inlaws in because the woman made it seem like *he* wanted it. Classic.
Short Hair: The Beginning of the End
Women spend so much time on their appearance… why?
That’s right, to catch a sucker into paying the bills. Once the contract is signed, and the babies are popped out, she has you by the balls and doesn’t need to pretend anymore. Next she’ll wear more “comfortable clothes” and cut her hair short. It’s the beginning of the end.
And, yes, The Cheerleader Ring Drop:
In 11th grade high school, I was in the wrestling team. One day, during a water break, this cheerleader next to me started getting panicky and asked me if i could help her find her ring. She “dropped” it and did this just as an opener, i suppose. I ended up ‘being’ with her and it quickly diminished; she was bunk. Another cheerleader came up to me while i was with her and told me “what are you doing her?, you’re way too good for her!”
Luckily, the fella calling himself Tha Big Daddy C-Master, who started the thread, has a simple solution to all this. Well, two simple solutions:
You can always turn the other way, or just use a woman. Human toilets and all.
I couldn’t have said it worse myself!
Now I wonder to what degree “women are for sex” is part of some people’s general depersonalization of everyone but their friends (or in some cases, everyone). Like, my mail carrier isn’t a person. He’s the thing that brings the mail. He’s for mail. The lady who runs the coffee stand at my college: she’s for coffee. Maybe it’s an extrapolation of that mindset.
…Nah. Because even if you were that self-centered, you could still recognize that only women you’re dating or could reasonably expect to date are for sex. Other women are for mail or coffee.
Ergo, if being identifiable as women is what makes us sluts, what we need to do is give ourselves buzz cuts and wear ill-fitting clothing to hide our female form and – wait, wasn’t that sort of appearance what the initial post was complaining about to begin with?
I guess there’s just no way to win. Oh well, I’m off to commit arson.
My outfit is identical to the one I wore last week-business slacks, business top, business jacket. No accessories since I am terrible at it.
But are you wearing business socks? Because we all know what those mean…
Dear God, hellkell, men can see your calves? To the House of Entertainment with you.
Etta James, Tammy Wynette, Lauren Hill, Roberta Flack…
Lovely, just lovely!!
With so many great women actually celebrating the love that REAL women can have for real men, why are there so many feminists? Why are you modern women such bloody god-awful, bitter and twisted messes? Why the obsession with NON-EXISTENT equality at all? Why the obsession with stories of “abuse”, “Domestic violence”, “sexual assault”. “date-rape”, “marital rape”, “spousal rape” and every other kind of “rape” under the sun? Talk about it when necessary, but “accentuate the positive” as the 1940’s hit parade song put it best.
If those songs were as influential as they should be–and probably would be, if not for you feminists and modern women–why is feminism so influential at all? Why isn’t manboobz.com simply one more blog of a few miserable women being hateful and a mere sociological, psychological and political curiosity?
Here’s an idea, which would also get me to change my mind about girls going to college. How about a women’s studies course focusing upon nurturing relationships and marriage, growing an environment of harmony and tranquillity, intelligent and safe surrender to her husband in matters of domestic dispute (see the two websites mentioned earlier), and highlight and popularize their insights in lobotomyvision programs–now polluted by the likes of Dr. Pill, Jerry Springer, Oprah reruns, Maury Povich, the View and other such emetic fare suitable for feminists, instead devoted to more-or-less intelligent (?) women who were feminists in more primitive, troubled times like our own!
Interesting start: begin with addressing me as “Mellerlove”, NOT “Mellertoad”. And don’t behave as if your hand would cramp when you typed the letters either!
Or maybe youall are actually afraid that when feminism goes out of style, you modern girls won’t have anything to say at all, and will just die on the vine unattended and unobserved…
Many of those women were pretty openly feminist, Meller. There were men in their lives who they loved, but they would not have loved you at all.
No one loves you, that’s why you have so many dolls. Too bad, so sad, etc.
Well, that was a quick turnaround from “there are no love songs about men these days.” Now we’re straight onto “there are so many love songs about men, so why don’t feminists love men?” Without any acknowledgement that you were wrong.
This would be really offensive if you weren’t a hilarious vampire.
Can you… can you count things for us? I really want to hear it.
Ah no. See, there are men I love. I love my boyfriend, I love my dad, I love some of my close male friends. And you, Mellertoad, are not one of them.
I love some men, but I don’t love them just for being men.
If I did I’d probably be some sort of slut.
The vine I live on is pretty nice. I paid for it myself, no one gave it to me. (I do acknowledge the assistance that I received to get to the point of being able to pay for it myself.)
Thank you feminism so I do not have to get married to get my own home.
U wearin a th0ng? 😛
Someone should probably tell Lauryn Hill that she’s apparently Meller’s ideal submissive old-fashioned family girl.
And, like Holly said, I’m not going to call you “love”, Meller, because I don’t love you. I quite fervently dislike you, actually. I tell men I love them all the time, but they are not you.
Mellertoad:
It’s called Child & Family Studies and Nutrition (at my alma mater, anyway), but it used be called Home Ec.
I don’t wanna go!
But Meller, we don’t love you. Do you want women to lie to you? Have you attained enough self-knowledge to realize that women are never going to be happy with the life the you envision for them, so now you just want them to pretend that they’re happy in order to make you happy?
That’s pretty selfish. Why should anyone love someone as selfish as you?
At my middle school, all the girls took Home Ec while all the boys took Metal Shop.
On the other hand, Home Ec turned out to be a fairly useful class, with a lot of practical skills for cooking and sewing and relatively little direct emphasis on “pleasing your man.” It’s almost as if girls also eat food and wear clothing.
Mellerlove, I don’t just love any man who stops by to show me his Proof of Penis card. I love people who deserve it: who are sharp enough to keep up with me, intelligent enough to teach me new things, kind enough to hold me when I cry. I love people whose passion for life makes me smile, whose way of seeing things makes me see the world in a different light, whose humility humbles me.
Strong opposition to rape and domestic abuse aren’t just compatible with a belief in love, they’re a part of it.
Since you regard songs as such good evidence, here is a song to illustrate my point.
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Because loving a man -loving a man so deeply that his happiness is as important to you as your own and the very thought of him makes you smile like Cheshire cat- has absolutely nothing to do with wanting an education, a career you can be proud of, financial autonomy, etc.
Um, because you’re bilious, hate-filled, disgusting slimy toad with absolutely nothing in common with the many, many men whom I love and respecthere in the real world. To address you with anything less than contempt -let alone affection- would mean being dishonest. And my father, whom I love very much, taught me not to be dishonest.
This is funny on so many levels.
I support Home Ec for everyone! Especially if it also includes a section on managing household finances.
And I’m calling him Mellerlove because I think he underestimates how much venomous condescension I can pack in three syllables.
CassandraSays–December 19, 2011 @ 3:04pm–
The dolls and plush fluffies are a second choice!! Real live women are always preferred.
Just ditch the feminism, which you don’t need anyway. You may find that I–and men like me–are really quite lovable. Most of the women cited above were products of their time, like too many men are, and hence were infected with the ubiquitous feminist ideas, norms, premises, and images. These can be superseded and replaced by non feminist, more traditional fare, both in and around the home, and in the workplace and popular culture as well. Songs, literature, plays and drama, and other such representation, both in and outside the bedroom, would inevitably improve joy and life for both sexes as well!
In the last four decades or so, women need feminism the way an alley cat needs fleas. And any good that feminism–or its associated “equality”–could bring her, would do as much good for her, or for women generally, as the “good” that the fleas do for the alley cat!!
PS- I don’t care what a few kept male housepets say on manboobz. etc.,most men have the same attitudes toward feminism that I have, they are simply those who suffer in silence about it and they won’t tell you! They would choose dolls too, if nothing else offered, and probably even play with rocks to avoid equality-besotted modern women!
I think today’s clothing will be my stretchy Lycra top and leggings* once I get dressed and start doing things — yes it’s shocking, I’m not dressed yet. In other news for the oblivious, underneath clothes people tend to be naked.
* Specifically for nameless French dude, like your question to Holly, it would be dense of you not to assume undergarments aren’t also in the picture.
“The dolls and plush fluffies are a second choice!! Real live women are always preferred.”
My point exactly. You’d love to have an actual woman, but because your attitude towards women is so horrible and your expectations so unreasonable, you can’t find one. This indicates a problem with you, not a problem with the entire female population.
Why?
What do you have to offer?
Is there anything–anything–you’re willing to do for or give to a nice fluffy dollwoman? Would she get anything out of the deal?
(“You approving of her” is not really that big a positive here.)
I took my jacket off because I was sweaty. Am I a slut now?
I am perfectly fine with dating people who respect me, love me, challenge me, and take care of me (as I respect, love, challenge, and take care of them), Mellerlove, but I would be happy to take your offer into consideration the second, the absolute instant, I’ve decided I prefer to be a fulltime fluffy housepet.
I agree with Holly-just what do you have that makes you worthy of the attention of any woman?
I can’t decide if my mental image of DKM is that of a cranky old man or of a fop.