Here’s a preview of the talk I’ll be giving at Northwestern tonight.
Remember, the talk — on “How to hate women and have terrible sex: Misogynistic sex myths, and how they ruin sex for everyone” – will be at 8 PM in Room G02 of Annenberg Hall on the Northwestern Campus in Evanston.
(Here’s a map.)
See you there!
Oh, and also, The Spearhead has discovered that I will be giving a talk. W. F. Price writes about it with his usual objectivity, by which I mean that his piece is filled with lies and weird projection.
EDITED TO ADD: And now the Men’s Rights Subreddit gets in on the fun! Apparently they are also very concerned about my weight.
Hugs, and lemurs!
RE: Viscaria
If it helps any, that’s not the impression I got from your words at all. I thought your clarification was what you were saying in the first place.
I’m someone who used workaholism to survive my own mental issues (until, of course, the cure became worse than the disease). I really don’t think other people should ever have to follow my example.
I really would like a video or (preferably) transcript, because I’m interested in seeing what David came up with, and how those memes get handled when not treated with the sensitivity of Clarisse Thorn (in her “Questions I Want to Ask Entitled Cis Het Men” posts, parts 1-3) or of the exemplary “Is ‘Confidence’ the Male Equivalent of Female Thinness?” at Feminist Critics.There is already good serious discourse about the subject by people who are pro-men, so it will be interesting to see if David fits in (particularly in Chicago) with the sex-positive men’s studies crowd or if he just wants to rip on PUAs as basement dwellers.
Yeah, Viscaria, I didn’t get that vibe from you. I was responding to Nanasha’s attitude.
And I agree with QuantumSparkle that there is nothing inherently wrong with living with your family, and no one should be looked down on for doing so. I’m pretty damn sure I’m better off NOT living alone, because I’m too much of a danger to myself at the moment. The only thing that stopped me from mutilating myself on Sunday night was remembering that I have obligations to drive people to a convention this weekend, and that’s with a supportive roommate. I don’t know what would happen if I were without one.
And thanks to all the supportive people in this thread.
@LBT:
Why, thank you! I think you just made my day, Internet friend!
Unfortunately, I’m in Tennessee. Which, you know, I could be lots farther but it’s not exactly like we can hang out.
RE: Lauralot
Been there. Not THAT deep, thankfully (I have a husband and children whose well-being is irrevocably intertwined in my own–NO HARMING COMMUNAL RESOURCES, no matter how ostensibly resonable or moral my brain says it is) but… yeah. Take care of yourself, huh?
RE: Falconer
Bugger! Too far. Ah well…
Congratulations on the talk, David! If you ever make it out to the Bay Area, I’ll be there.
But! Such is the magic of the Internet that we can still communicate!
QFT. As Rutee already summed up Nanasha so very well, I don’t feel the need to add much.
I love the whole “ability to survive the apocalypse” meme because it’s judging human worth based on criteria that have nothing to do with their actual lives. You might as well judge a person’s value based on whether you can balance a pencil on your nose or something.
RE: Falconer
Trufax! Truly, this series of tubes is a magical thing.
RE: katz
I know, right? Well, I’LL survive the Y-chromosome plague that will kill all people with a Y chromosome, so MWAHAHA!
Well, being able to balance a pencil on your nose frees up your hands for more axes and shotguns to fend off the zombie hordes! So you are a whole pencil better than the rest.
It’s not quite as impressive as being able to turn a zombie into a little costume that gives you all the powers of the undead, but its still quite useful.
Katz: It’s even funnier because it’s judging them on intangibles. Who knows what the needed skills would be? I don’t. I know that I am good at lots of things, but if the needed skill was tying knots, I’d die.
One thing, if nothing else, I learned from being in a combat zone is, “shit happens” and you can be the most professional, trained, capable, person in the world, and make a mistake.
And the guy who has no “game” at all, can manage to come through smelling like a rose.
So, “survive the apocolypse” is usually projection.
Not to mention ableist, since the apocalypse probably won’t be kind to the handicapped.
>>>if he just wants to rip on PUAs as basement dwellers.
PUAs are dance club dwellers, which to me makes them less attractive than most basement dwellers. Basements are cool. We get to play D&D, make LAN parties and make out in them. #geekpride
At the beginning, I had an idea of the type of kid that Nanasha was referring to-sometimes see the odd super entitled kid who gets furious that the judge does not hop to the kid’s demands.
The rest of it though? No.
Hey, this guy sounds vaguely familiar.
I wonder if he’s enjoying Asia with his inherited millions? 🙂
God I hope so. I hear Asia is lovely this time of year.
Yeah, that’s the bit that particularly gets me, as someone who’s just recently had to switch from using a cane to get around to being in a wheelchair for at least the next couple of months. There is no doubt zombies would successfully eat my brains, seeing as I can’t run away from them! Amazingly, I don’t think that makes me a terrible, worthless human being! Go figure!
(Also, Lauralot, please don’t stab yourself in the spine! Not only is being stuck in a wheelchair inherently frustrating, but a lot of people act like you have wheelchair-cooties and if they get near you or look at you or talk to you or acknowledge your existence, the wheelchair-cooties will rub off on them. It’s pretty damn obnoxious. Also, I can’t speak for your parents, but one of mine spends a great deal of time explaining to me that I could somehow overcome my leg not working right by pure force of will if I really wanted to, and the fact that I’m still getting worse proves that I’m just not trying to get well. So I’m not sure that becoming physically disabled is actually a reliable ticket out of unfair and ridiculous expectations. :-/ I recommend hugs, chocolate, and possibly some sort of punching bag as better coping mechanisms than self-stabbing, and hope you feel better soon. Depression is a poopyhead.)
I think this was the best passage:
here we have feminists taunting men for feeling unloved. And still we have people whining about “misogyny.” Young feminists whose most important concern is the ability to have sex entirely free of consequences, and who shamelessly raise their voices for the right to kill their children in the womb. Lesbian gender feminists who wreck families for profit and sex. Male feminists who boast about fathering children and shuffling their responsibilities onto some duped cuckold, and who malign their fellow men for a crack at college girls.
Those young women who want sex, “free of consequences”, unlike the guys who think any many who is involved in a pregnancy should be made to help rear the child.
Gender feminists who wreck families for profit and sex? How does that work?
Male feminists who boast about foisting children off on other men, so they can chase after college women?
Huh?
I had to spend a couple of months in a wheelchair in high school.
It was frustrating to me to suddenly take up more floor space than I was used to, not to mention in order to leave the school I had to go down in an elevator, roll downhill in a corridor, turn right and get out onto a breezeway because all of the closer exits were just stairs.
I can’t recall any “wheelchair cooties” but I do remember someone thought the release levers for the back of the chair were handbrakes and I almost tipped over backwards when they pulled them without warning.
And someone I know has suddenly found hir mobility limited by a bad hip. I want to help but I have to realize that doing stuff for this person is infantilizing. I have to remember to wait until xie asks for my help.
I’m not a doctor but sometimes I play a cleric in D&D. My Rx for this thread is essentially Polliwog’s: Hugs, chocolate, punching bag.
Oh, hey, here’s a convenient PUA. Come be my cat toy.
I know all those words, but WTF is up with that sentence?
@Pecunium
I reckon that’s in reference to Hugo
Lauralot is irresponsible, she doesn’t care that she would cause additional costs on honest policy holders and waste valuable resources.
@Bonvoyage
troll or no troll?
Troll.