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.
Ami Angelwings,
Please stop harassing my darling David. He has done nothing to you. He talks about you incessantly and I worry that your constant and unrelenting vitriol is affecting his mental and emotional stability. Also, please respect David and refer to my sister as Elena. That is, after all, the name our David has chosen for her, and therefore her true name. I see that she’s managed to access the computer while David and me were in his bedroom today. I shall have to inform him that the password needs to be changed. You must understand that my sister is rebellious because she is young, and she has been infected by some of the beliefs she’s picked up from the television. I’m afraid my David gives her far too much freedom sometimes. He is so generous and kind and occasionally people take advantage of his patience and loving nature. I can only hope that one day Elena meets a man such as he who can help her become the beautiful lady lovely I know she can be. In the meantime, I ask you, from one woman to another, to please respect David’s wishes and not indulge Elena’s fantasies any more than you already have.
<3 Irene
Don’t get too complacent, Irene – your replacement is already under development.
I really really want to lock David K Meller in a room with his eyelids pasted open.
Forced to watch all seasons of the Brit show Skins. (not the American version). I imagine he might bleed out/ blow up.
This probably makes me evil.
Cassandra,
This is an example of that “anima” that I have heard my David talk about, isn’t it? I have heard how the feminized colony of Japan attempts to subvert its men by creating these programs, and “selling” women who appear to be fluffy and feminine but turn out to be promoting feminist values. I am hardly afraid of being replaced by a cartoon character, my dear Cassandra.
<3 Irene
Irene, if I were you, I’d be worried about the anime girl competition. Does your hair defy gravity? Are you able to walk on water? How big are your eyes? Does your tiny skirt stay modestly in place even when you’re flying through the air?
Irene, since we’re talking woman to woman… I have 2 letters for ya:
X D
<3 Teh Ami
Also, Irene, how big are your boobs? If each one is smaller than your head, I’d start worrying now.
You can kinda tell by looking at her gravatar. I doubt they’re bigger than her head. Though, I suppose Mellertron could always fix that if he wanted to. xD
Irene and Mellertron are prolly busy in the bedroom again… xD
Wait, does she have tiny woodland animals that follow her everywhere? Only REAL WOMEN have armies of mice and birds that help them look pretty when they go to the ball!
Hey, most comic and game artists draw boobs as if they’re detachable anyway, so…
It’s not particularly feminist of us to be judging or caring about the size of her breasts btw XD
If womens’ hearts were like that at that particular time and place in history, its because men made them like that.
Meller, how have I distorted what you said? XD
Please, I really wanna hear this?
ps free evan.
Meller – “and then when I am tricked into replying”
I trick you into replying? If you’re not DUCKING my questions, you’re writing manifestos at me! XD
Anyway, come on. Predict the future, Meller. Your predictions are supposed to be so airtight, so grounded in reality, that sharing them with us will be the ultimate victory, won’t it. We may laugh now, but it won’t matter when it happens, will it?
Inform us of these observations, made over the centuries, and the predictions that can be made.
Why rob yourself of the opportunity to prove yourself prophetic?
FREE EVAN!!!
Meller; I don’t believe I’ve ever said that I hate you. I hate what you stand for and your general fuckwittery and anal haberdashery, but you’re far too fucking insignificant for me to waste my time and energy hating you. Laughing at you, on the other hand…
OH, and since you were so kind as to request it: FUCK RIGHT OFF
Meller, I DON’T hate you. I find you rather sad, and amusing, and filled with deep, vile prejudices, and in all ways very, VERY curious but I don’t hate you at all.
FREE EVAN!!!!
And again, as someone who had to watch while my father gradually stopped being my dad and became a stranger thanks to cancer, your stance on enjoying the suffering of cancer patients is disgusting. Don’t try to defend it, don’t say you were misunderstood, I read your original post and you fucking laughed at the thought of fellow human beings in pain. There’s this thing, it’s called ‘compassion’ – you might want to look into it.
If it weren’t against my religion and my personal moral code, I might wish you the terror of watching someone you love die slowly of an incurable disease. Just so you could understand how it feels. But I won’t, because that would sink me to your level.
I am treated a million times better by my husband than you treat your dollies. He acknowledges me as a human being with thoughts and feelings separate from his own. He talks to me about what we’re reading. We watch Doctor Who together and he never once demands that I be anyone other than myself.
And he does most of the cooking – he’s amazing with spices. I do the baking, though combing yeast and flour into bread is eluding me. I think the yeast knows I’ve used their cousins to make mead and they’re either jealous or on a crusade against me.
FREE EVAN!!
KathleenB:
“If it weren’t against my religion and my personal moral code, I might wish you the terror of watching someone you love die slowly of an incurable disease. Just so you could understand how it feels. But I won’t, because that would sink me to your level.”
I’m so sorry that both you and your father are going through something so horrific (I have lots of hugs for you if you’d like them). In any group this size you’re bound to find a few people who have either have it themselves or have had it, or have someone in their live who they’ve lost to it. Decent human beings don’t gloat about it or tell people they deserve it because of their political affiliations.
I’m so angry with Meller about this that I have difficulty not hating him for it. I try hard not to feel that way about anyone but frankly, as far as I’m concerned he’s scum.
I’d venture a guess Meller would be completely safe from that kind of experience, anyway, because he is incapable of loving anyone.
SaruGoku: Thanks so much. We lost Dad in July of ’09. He had small cell lung cancer, which has two stages: hasn’t spread and has. The 5 year survival rate for it once it spreads is a little higher than pancreatic cancer, but not much.
In his case, it spread to his brain, and we had to watch this amazing, brilliant man just slowly disappear as the cancer spread. He was the best father anyone could ask for, and I miss him terribly.