An alert reader pointed me to this amazing “map” from the 1830s, posted on Ptak Science Books and originally found here. Described as “A Map of the Open Country of a Woman’s Heart,” it presents a less-than-flattering picture of the supposed shallowness, vanity and selfishness of the female of the species. Click on the pic above to see it full size.
It’s amazing how closely this resembles so many Manosphere “critiques” of evil modern women; the main difference is that it’s a bit more polite in its language. Also, no mention of stinky vaginas.
Manospherians love to talk about “taking the red pill,” as if their ideas are all new and cool and Matrixy. Actually, of course, their ideas are old as fuck. It’s more like they are taking a gulp of Dr. Flimflam’s Electro Magnetic Misogyny Fluid.
Below, another amazing picture also found on Ptak, which presents data on where women’s eyes linger when looking at men. (Again, click on it to see it full size.) I suspect this one would be a bit more confounding to the Manospherians of today, in that it doesn’t show women looking only at the dude’s wallet. The post on Ptak offers a more detailed explanation of what this picture is about.
I like spiders, but I wouldn’t like a spider as big as my hand. Or at least, I would only like it in a nice tank or something, not out and about where it could be all scary on me. The biggest spider I’ve ever had in my home was only about the size of my top thumb joint; it seemed to live in and around the kitchen blinds. I just let it be.
But I can’t stand roaches. My sister-in-law thinks I’m nuts, because I have an easier time with the little ones than with the big ones. She makes the very sensible points that the little ones will infest your cupboards and get into your food, while the big ones live outdoors and mostly leave you alone. I do not care. The giant palmetto bugs we have in Texas are an abomination. They are big, fast, difficult to kill, and they fly. Fortunately I haven’t seen any in my current apartment. My last apartment, they were a lot more common. Standard practice was to beat them to death in the bathtub, using the plunger. One time, in the apartment before that one, there was a huge roach on the wall above my bed. I tried to kill it, but it just fell off the wall into the space between the wall and my bed… and I slept on the couch that night.
For a while in college, when I was at home during breaks I stayed in the guest room, rather than my childhood bedroom, because the guest room was separate from the rest of the house and had more privacy. It was also less well-insulated and was more vulnerable to bug incursions. And it didn’t have a lot of furniture, so a lot of my stuff was kept in plastic bags on the floor around the bed. They were like my roach early-warning system. I could hear the rustle-rustle of the horrible beasts climbing over the plastic.
Eurgh.
o_o burgundy, that guest room story sounds terrifying. hearing the roaches slowly walk towards you through the crinkling sound of plastic bags… ugh
In my final year of college, I was renting a room in a basement apartment. The day I moved out I did a final check of the room to make sure I didn’t leave anything behind. There in the closet was a giant house centipede. I know he was all “yeah bitch you KNOW I was crawling all over your stuff.”
The closet is his now. May God have mercy on the next student who moved in.
I just googled Palmetto bug…they look so….crunchy…ughh. I hope I never have to run into one.
Oh! I forgot the worst guest-room story! The room has several fluorescent light fixtures – the long rectangular ones, like in schools and stuff. One of them was right over the bed. One day I was lying in bed, and the lights were on, and there was this skittering noise, and I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. Then I looked up.
I don’t know how the roach got into the fixture, and I didn’t know if it could get out. In the meantime, I could only watch it running around directly above my face. It ran and ran and ran and ran and… stopped. Oh good, I thought, it’s dead. Then it got up and ran around some more. And then stopped. The periods of running got shorter and the periods of stopping got longer, until it finally died. In the light fixture. Right over my bed.
@Quackers It’s not so much how they look as the flight pattern. It’s like they are doing something eldritch and non-euclidean. And how some of them eat my yarn. If they are sitting still, I quite like them myself. But once they are starting to try to summon the old ones, I can’t get out of there fast enough.
@ersatzmoon
I was lucky (and unlucky) enough to live in a country where mambas were semi-common (more black than green). The time I saw a king cobra, I was in SL and I was watching a couple of cobras drinking the milk that was left for them at their nest. Next thing we see, they’re running back into their nest and we see a king cobra coming around to drink!! It was a real “Omar’s coming” moment!! I’ve gotten up close with quite a few different types of snakes thanks to the popularity of snake charming/handling in Lanka. Also, re: your comment about cobras’ intelligence, they rarely bite the people that go to their nests to leave milk.
@KristinMH: 22-year-old guys chew on table legs and pee on thr carpet! Who knew?
When is the last time you were in a frat house (I kid, I kid).
When I was a wee lass, I worked at a nature center. Part of my job was feeding the exotics that they kept there (they took in former pets who had been abandoned by their owners). I loved feeding the rats and lizards and frogs. Feeding the Madagascar Hissing Cockroaches and the tarantula was all right, you just had to be really careful to keep them from escaping. The worst job, far and away, was actually the doves, because it involved cleaning up bird shit. Ew.
p.s. By far the coolest fucking snake for my money http://www.lifeinthefastlane.ca/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/albino_cobras_1sfw.jpg
@M Dubz
What did you feed the cockroaches?
I absolutely love snakes.
Spiders, on the other hand, I am not a big fan of the spiders. Probably due to the time I stepped outside and a spider that had been hanging out on the door frame landed on my head.
@Cayora
Yeah their flight patterns are rather erratic. What does non-euclidean mean though? (sorry if it’s a dumb question lol)
All this talk about bugs is making my head itch . . .
@ Shadow: I fed them directly on horror and suffering! (also, fruit and veg)
@Hippodameia: Behold, I bring the antidote!
@lauralot- soooooo much adorable! (the cats are pretty cute too)
Awwww.
My kittens are off at the spay/neuter clinic. I’m paranoid some horrific accident will take place on the table. o_o
When my cat came back from being neutered, one of his pupils was far larger than the other one. I was terrified, but apparently that’s not unusual for cats coming off of anesthesia. And he seemed to have an easier time of it than I did coming off anesthesia for my wisdom teeth.
Best of luck to your cats, Zhinxy!
I hope all goes well for the kittens, Zhinxy!
@Quackers
I’m not Pecunium, but I can tell you that that’s actually two camel spiders photographed in rather a misleading way, but it is real.
Thanks, guys! Not long now until they’re back! 🙂
Camel Spiders are pretty awesome looking though:
http://pica4u.ru/uploads/posts/2009-09/pica4u.ru_12524442721-18.jpg
Speaking of creepy crawlies, apparently Tucker Max is retiring from eternal fratboy writing now that he’s reached the tender age of 90 or whatever it is. Also, he had neglectful parents, and has Issues. I know, I’m shocked too.
http://www.forbes.com/sites/michaelellsberg/2012/01/18/tucker-max-gives-up-the-game/2/
Shadow, that’s awesome o.o
Rattlesnakes are the ones poisonous ones around here, but I’ve only run into garter and bull snakes outside.
Another picture with hot man and pugs:
http://dannybrito.tumblr.com/post/16212979874/oh-okay