Ladies, watch out! Over at the Chateau, the (He)artist(e) formerly known as Roissy has taken a good look at that thing we call feminism, and it seems that he doesn’t like it very much.
[F]eminism is, right down to its withered, cunty heart, a grotesque ideology mounted on a dais of lies. My goal is to mock it so ruthlessly that its practitioners and sympathizers, all of them, find it ever more difficult to pronounce in public life that they are feminists, to drive the true believers so far underground that only their raspy-throated, dusty-muffed sisters-in-arms are willing to entertain their insipid nostrums.
Woah, dude! Slow down for a moment and take a breath.
This is total war, and in total war where the weapons are words, the goal is utter destruction through social ostracism. The icy wasteland of discredited ideologues and crackpots mumbling self-medicating catchphrases and hitting themselves in the forehead is feminism’s inevitable destination.
Wait, let’s do that last sentence again.
The icy wasteland of discredited ideologues and crackpots mumbling self-medicating catchphrases and hitting themselves in the forehead is feminism’s inevitable destination.
Yeah, I thought that’s what he said.
Some other observations:
Marriage and kids are no amnesty from man-hating. Some of the worst ideological feminists are lantern-jawed fuzzfaced quasi-dykes married to mincing beta schlubs who confirm feminist prejudices by their mere existence, not to mention by their sycophantic suckuppery.
Oh and this:
Feminism’s leaders and spokeshos are, almost to a bitch, man-hating termagants who loathe male desire and cheer on third trimester vacuumings.
Nothing more charming than a PUA dickbag who’s against abortion.
Having dispensed with feminism, Roissy goes on to wax pompous about the future of the whole human race. Naturally, he thinks like a PUA version of Hitler.
Thanks to technology, diversity and cognitive stratification, America is entering the period of The Great Culling, a process which will create not only new classes, but even new races, broadly a snarky Eloi and a medicated Morlock, and slowly, as the government cheese runs out, the losers in this culling will begin to procreate less and less, until they are discarded by the invisible crotch of evolution as failed human experiments unable to adapt to the new reality.
The “invisible crotch of evolution?”
I cannot help but think of a certain memorable phrase from one of Man Boobz’ greatest trolls. I am referring, of course, to Arks’ description of the human vagina as a “slobbering crotch-maw.”
Is Arks … Roissy? Is Roissy … Arks?
I don’t think so, but it makes me wonder once again if this whole Chateau Heartiste thing is nothing more than an elaborate hoax.
EDITED TO ADD:
Toysoldier offers a withering critique of this post.
Wait, did I say “withering?” I meant “withered.”
Berry filled bon bons sound tastey actually.
And am I the only one who notices that being an alpha guy seems to be tiring? You have to be in perfect shape which means lots of gym time, you have to be stupid so that means no reading and you have to wear make up which is time consuming as well. Plus you have to go shopping for the right clothes.
That just makes me tired to think about it. *goes back to a quest for berry filled bon bons*
@Blackblock – I died.
Please insert a with after the “being an alpha guy”
5) The gender and sexual norms of The Past all look like the myths the 1950s had about itself.
– Also, and this is VERY IMPORTANT, the ideas about body weight and attractiveness were consistent. We know it is very important, because they won’t stop talking about why guys don’t like fat chicks, and all evidence this is cultural is lies.
Posterformerlyknownaselizabeth – But they treat it as if it’s an effortless state that simply, genetically, or something HAPPENS, and a guy is an alpha and that’s that, too!
I know, I had an elder sister who was arm candy (not bright, spent her time shopping for clothes, wore make up, worked out etc…) and it was not something that took zero time and was effortless. She had to spend hours getting ready to go to some club and it drove the rest of us nuts because she would hog the bathroom that entire time.
Fat chicks have always been loathed. Rubens painted them as a warning of what kind of chicks guys should stay away from.
KristenMH: And men in Elizabethan England wore tights! And gaudily embroidered cloaks!
And (if they could afford it… this is a class based thing) really gaudy jewelry, and codpieces that were huge. They also wore corsets to keep their waists tucked up.
I look (if I do say so myself) pretty good in shorthose, doublet, tights and sword.
I have it on the best sort of authority… the women I am trying to impress when I do it, think it looks good.
You know in your heart that they yearn for codpieces to come back in to fashion.
Men don’t wear makeup? Um, kohl?
They’re also famously unpopular in the Middle East, where belly dancing is a form of humiliation meted out to anyone who isn’t a human stick insect.
I did forget about codpieces! Pecunium, since you’ve worn one, maybe you can tell me – did/do men pad their codpieces like some women pad their bras? Enquiring minds, etc.
Pecunium has never struck me as the kind of man who would need to pad his codpiece. He’s too confident/honest! 🙂
RE Karalora’s comment…so, I work with some actual bona fide alpha males (ie rock stars) sometimes. Let’s see…one, mid forties, dating a woman who’s 40-ish, has been dating her for years – he’s a pretty happy guy. Another one, early 40s, keeps hitting on me (38, not a model) and doing so by being as charming and friendly as possible (ie making it clear that he’s offering rather than demanding sex – you should try it, PUAs, it works a lot better than bullying in terms of getting women into bed). Another one, divorced in part because he did want to fuck lots of young women – miserable asshole, if he was any more emo he’d be a teenager on MySpace in the 90s. Another one – happily married with multiple kids for many years, hates to tour because he hates being away from his wife and family. He’s very clearly the happiest of the lot of them, by the way. Yet another one – married to a woman who used to be in his band, they’re both middle aged and still besotted with each other. His drummer – also married to a (chubby! just like him!) middle aged woman, and incredibly happy with her. Their guitar player – I stood and watched him turn away eager would-be 20-something groupies with a bored look on his face, and then get very excited when someone asked him about his kids. Yet another one talked about how he can’t decide on dates for his next tour without running it past his wife and kid – not because they’re cruelly enslaving him and preventing him from fulfilling his alpha destiny, but because hey, he LIKES his wife and kid and is smart enough to know that keeping them around depends on making them happy. Roissy can try to tell me that rock stars are less alpha than him and his pathetic little followers if he likes, but I’m going to laugh at him pretty hard.
The ones who live the way Roissy suggests? Not particularly happy people for the most part. Turns out that getting lots of hot adolescent ass doesn’t actually solve any of your problems, it’s just a temporary distraction. Which most adults have worked out by their mid 30s or so, but apparently either a. Roissy is a little behind the curve developmentally or b (more likely) he’s never actually successfully lived the life he dreams of, so he’s still chasing that rainbow, and won’t stop till he dies.
Also, in my experience, eyeliner is one of the most effective tools a man can adopt if he wants to get laid more. It’s called knowing your market and playing to it (if those happen to be the kind of women you like). PUAs can’t do that, though, since as the dude quoted above outlined, part of their schtick is that they can’t be nice to women or try to appeal to what women want because that would be a sign of beta weakness.
I find their existential dilemma hilarious, but that’s because I’m kind of mean.
Or, using the example from above, the David Bowie dilemma. If pretty much everyone wants to fuck hot androgynous men, and sex what PUAs want, then why are PUAs not desperately trying to prettify themselves with glitter and eyeliner?
(Answer – because sex isn’t what they’re really after.)
Because a certain portion of douchey men are really mean to androgynous/pretty boys. There was this one boy I went to high school with who could have had half the school with a word, and he had to make sure to keep a group of girls around to guard him against bullying. Wait, does that make him an alpha or a beta? XD
Yeah, I’ve known lots of boys and men like that over the years. I’ve always wondered if the nastiness some men display towards them is an overreaction to feeling some sort of attraction towards the men in question and being too homophobic and stupid to know any other way to deal with it than anger.
DSC – “Because a certain portion of douchey men are really mean to androgynous/pretty boys. There was this one boy I went to high school with who could have had half the school with a word, and he had to make sure to keep a group of girls around to guard him against bullying. Wait, does that make him an alpha or a beta? XD”
He’s both invisible and nonexistant and rage inducing. Let’s use Gamma – Like the radiation, you can’t see him, but he’s just KILLING you?
One of the many reasons I love androgynous pretty boys is that they’re such a persistent irritant to exactly the kind of men I hate.
(I mean, mostly I love them because a. I want to fuck them and b. they’re usually fun to hang out with and I can borrow their eyeliner if I forget mine. But the fact that their very existence vexes dudes who’re obsessed with gender roles is also a plus.)
CassandraSays – “One of the many reasons I love androgynous pretty boys is that they’re such a persistent irritant to exactly the kind of men I hate.”
Yeah, “We can irritate assholes together by merely existing, my lovely,” is like whipped cream on top of the whipped cream I already wanna… Okay then, you get the gist!
“Yeah, “We can irritate assholes together by merely existing, my lovely,” is like whipped cream on top of the whipped cream I already wanna… Okay then, you get the gist!”
And there, in a nutshell, you have my adolescence. It was a lot of fun! And now I sometimes get PAID to interview guys like that. I like to think of subtly promoting how awsome they are as my own personal contribution to culture jamming.
(I feel like women who love those kinds of men are sort of a secret society in America, since the culture as a whole clearly does not agree with us. We need a secret handshake or something.)
Yeah, I just wish Roissy, Bardamu, etc would write like the real L-F Celine, who could write well, despite the dumbing-down effects that sometimes accompany committed anti-Semitism of his type. And PUA has, after all, given me a ritual and structure that makes club culture explicable, it just depends whether you want to be an obligate extrovert and put up with your new besties’ bad habits.
How many votes for ignoring Eurosabra until he gets bored and wanders off again?
Cassandra, let’s say nobody who you want to fuck wants to fuck you. In fact, they find you ugly and disgusting. Every single one. Then, when you try to discuss this, a bunch of people jump all over you for your entitlement issues, saying that nobody is “entitled to sex” and basically you need to shut the hell up. Would you not feel some level of resentment?
Oh, and you can’t take it elsewhere either, because the same assholes who would jump all over you for discussing it with them make a huge hairy point of bashing people who actually do want to help, namely PUAs, saying they’re all misogynist assholes and you’re a misogynist asshole for participating.