Look out, Jade Michael and the Fuck Their Shit Up Crew! Sure, your Men’s Rights theme song “Go My Own Way” was hailed by MRAs around the internet as a work of genius, and, in the words of one eminent critic angry misogynist dude,
a veritable anthem for the red pill crowd … replete with a great, purist rock sound, a touch of humor, attitude, and a ton of gut level, red pill honesty.
It’s Red Pill-riffic! But now Jade and the one other guy who makes up his, er, “crew” now have competition in the Men’s Rights anthem business!
Without futher ado, here is Slumberwall, with a little song called “The Hatred of Women.”
Did any of you make it past the one minute mark? I couldn’t.
Happily, Slumberwall has transcribed the terrible lyrics to the song, so you don’t have to listen to the whole thing in order to appreciate its true Men’s Rightsy awfulness. Here are the best bits, by which I mean the bits most likely to make you want to puncture your eardrums with knitting needles.
Men have no doubt
Just what they’re for
We die at work
We die in war
We die at sea
As the lifeboats float ashore
Women & children,
all aboard
Never mind that, as I pointed out yesterday, “women and children first” isn’t really a thing.
Anyway, back to Slumberwall:
We take the strain
We bear the load
Build the bridges
Sweep the roads
Make the houses
That make the homes
Pay for others
But live alone
And the more that it happens
The more I see
The hatred of women
For men like me
Well, if by “men like me” you mean “men who write and sing the shittiest music that has ever been made by human beings,” I have to say that I kind of understand this hatred.
Nonetheless, on YouTube the Men’s Rightsers are cheering this song as a brilliant work of social criticism.
Wanderer5200 enthuses:
I haven’t had a favorite song in a very long time. But I think this is it.
TheAetherspeak declares
Awesome Song. The voice all purveyors of patriarchy theory remain ignorant of.
Gamenode explains:
Women have never been oppressed but through their reproductive monopoly have exploited men and seen us butchered and enslaved for their own privilege. Fuck ’em all.
KellyJones00 adds,
Don’t fuck them at all. Just leave them alone. Don’t even donate sperm.
Time for a little bit of a musical palate cleanser.
Make sure to listen to all ten hours of that for the full palate-cleansing effect.
The first thing that popped into my head is that Simpsons episode where Toddler Bart is marching around the house, banging pots together, and yelling at the top of his voice, “QUIET! QUIET! QUIET! QUIET!”
That was a MUCH better song than this one.
They should call it “Hatred of the English Language.” Hur hur hur.
Cause the English Language seriously hates them. Har har har.
C wut I did there?
I couldn’t believe they were so realist about themselves and like others, believed for a moment David made this up.
***
MRA guys, newsflash! You don’t have to do any of that stuff for a woman! You can do it if you want, if you chose to have a lover, a wife, a daughter (WARNING! PIV may result in the creation of a baby girl) or a female friend.
You may have to do it for money, but be reassured, women are in the same position as you.
You may be forced to go to war by your governement, which is very likely composed mainly of men no matter where you live. This is very unlikely to ever happen if you live in the USA.
***
Sigh. I sometimes wonder, how many of these guys does a manual job? Because it just happen that most of the people I know, male or female, who work with their hands don’t spend a lot of time on internet. It might not be statistically relevant, but when I look around me, everybody I can think off fit this binary state. Oh, wait I found one who does not: little brother, who is diying of boredom in college while waiting for a fireman job. I should tell him having a physical (can this be called manual?) job is oppressing him, just to see the confusion on his face.
Obviously, people I know don’t represent the world, but I feel like it’s mostly a class issue: having a computer requires money, time, and skill that are not easy to acquire by yourself, especially if your already an adult. Same thing for internet. I might also be a matter of choice. If you don’t like very much reading, writing and searching through data, you’re more unlikely to be attracted to the internet AND more intellectual jobs (though obvioulsy a job can be physical and manual, like a nurse for example).
Well, that was a mess. But I don’t know how to be more succint on the subject.
td;dr : how many MRAs, especially the people in the OP, actually built houses and bridges?
Not that it would prove them right, I just don’t think there are so many, which makes them all the more hypocritical.
Slumberwall? They definitely got the “slumber” part right.
That was my first thought.
Wow this was so amazingly bad. I made it to 1:52 and I can’t believe I lasted that long!
I had to stop listening at the 45 second mark, but then I started it up again and pushed through to the end. So, maybe I’m winning?
Viscaria also listened to the whole song. If she listened to it without any breaks, then she is winning. If she stopped and started, then you two have a tie.
Exactly. How many times do I have to explain to MRA’s that many of the pink collar professions have terrible pay, no prestige, and no chance for advancement? They imagine all women in the workforce as being lawyers and globe hopping corporate executives rather than waitresses, maids, and nannies. They erase the existence of poor women.
I shouldn’t be surprised by this, but sometimes the absurdity of the mrm just jumps out at me all over again. I mean he must have had some contact with a woman at some point in his life and he must have noticed that a lot of men seem to live with women quite happily, so how did he come to the conclusion that all women hate men and want us to die while we build bridges. I am very confused.
Oops, the first part “I had to stop listening at the 45 second mark, but then I started it up again and pushed through to the end. So, maybe I’m winning?” was a quote by kirbywarp.
Obviously, people I know don’t represent the world either, but as a comparison point my boyfriend is a stagehand. So, he works in a somewhat-dangerous job, largely dominated by men, and he’s incredibly smart and well-read and spends a lot of time on the internetz (as do his coworkers — they gotta have something to keep busy while they’re waiting for their next somewhat-dangerous task).
Anyway, like your brother, this is an industry that he wants to be in, that he likes, and that pays pretty well, despite his lack of formal education or training. For MRAs to imply that he’s only in this career because teh wimminz are making him risk his life for their entertainment is ridiculous.
And frankly, as a sidenote, because his field is so male-dominated, it’s quite a daunting industry for women to break into — at least if they don’t want to put up with sexist put-downs, come ons, and rape jokes. I suspect more women would be interested in breaking into more dangerous, physical fields if we didn’t have to put up with that kind of shit.
They might as well just appropriate “We are the Champions” for their cause. Most of the verses actually work pretty well in an abstract way.
I’ve paid child support
Time after time.
I’ve done my sentence,
Because looking’s a crime.
And bad mistakes,
I’ve made a few.
I’ve had my share of spit spat in my face,
But I’ve pulled through!
*And it goes on and on and on and on and*
Weeeee’ll fuck your shit up, my friends.
That was terrible. Between the dead music and lyrics and then the flickering image, ugh. But maybe the flickering image was supposed to wake you up as the music and lyrics put you to sleep?
Somehow I made it to about 5:39, and then it stopped loading and good god am I not going to wait around for that crap.
Shorter Slumberwall:
My grandpa was a super guy,
he was all nice and meek.
My grandma didn’t like him, though,
so she called him weak.
She was just a jerk, I guess,
and it shows being a guy is really tough.
My girlfriend won’t even wear a dress
and she makes me do all this stuff.
I build her bridges and canals,
but she took my lifeboat anyway;
I thought we were the best of pals,
but with my check she sailed away.
Being a dude is really hard
‘cos women hate us for no reason;
that’s why I’m now an emo bard
staying alone in the Four Seasons.
@Wisteria:
I don’t know how anybody could sleep with that grinnin whisper buzzing in your ear. *shudder*
Historically women have also worked a lot of the unskilled factory jobs, like textiles. Not exactly the safest or most well paid jobs either. These guys desperately need a few history courses.
Tulgey Logger: I like yours better! 😀
(I hope the blockquote works)
During my very brief stint at a printing plant, from my first interview onward, I was being gently dissuaded from even considering working in the Press section. All the women were sent to Finishing- and the amount of work or how dangerous never figured into the explanation- because “the men have been working there for a long time, and don’t like changes in their group”. So it was implicitly reinforced, throughout my training and the next two months, in little jokes, asides, or anecdotes, from several coworkers on the floor and in management, that Women do not Work in the Press; it’s the Men’s Section. None of the women in the training groups were sent to the Press. I saw no women in the Press. It was rather discouraging, because I would have loved to see how those machines worked firsthand, but the risk of putting up with stupid shit while trying to do your job was a very effective deterrent.
The idea that someone could read this and decide that this is a prime example of women joyfully using men as disposable labour makes me want to see how long it would take to split my desk in half with my forehead.
Since a lot of women work in health care around sick people, I wonder if it counts as a job related death if they die from something they caught on the job?
Somehow I don’t think that possibility has ever crossed these assholes’ minds…
I actually managed to listen to the whole thing. The music is pretty boring and gets stale very quickly. Little melodic invention with the voice and little harmonic invention with the guitar. They’re like the old masters Berlioz criticized in his Memoirs for only knowing how to use three chords.
The lyrics, well, speak for themselves.
(Not to compare that with construction or the military- I just wanted to illustrate my own example of deterrence.)
@Kendra and kirbywarp, I did listen to it without stopping; but I stopped really paying attention to the lyrics at about the 2 minute mark because I was distracted by the random, pointless photograph flickering. I don’t know who wins. XD
Since 80% of war casualties are women and children I don’t really see MRAs giving that up any time soon, but you gotta wonder about all that dying right left and center on the job. Maybe they could try being a little more careful where they set their pepsi on the keyboard, yanno?
I find it kinda soothing, honestly. But music is the one area in my life in which I have pretty bad taste, so perhaps not surprising. It gets a little old after a few minutes though.
Compared to “Go My Own Way” this one was actually kinda great in my opinion. I prefer the peaceful, sad attitude to declaring revenge on all women in the form of not holding doors.
Listened ’till the end and didn’t even feel like puncturing my eardrums. 😛
I made it to 2:04 before I realized that reading web server logs was more entertaining.
It’s amazing what these dudes think women are capable of through sex alone. Its like… for every and any advantage that men might have, women have vaginas, and vaginas are all powerful.
I wonder if Gamenode would trade autonomy for ultimate power that is only accessible by penis. Oh, and if he doesn’t use his penis on demand, he’ll be called ungrateful and selfish.