Apparently the Heartiste Formerly Known as Roissy has discovered our little blog:
Why do normal people feel a natural disgust for feminists and manginas? Make no mistake, normal women are as repulsed as normal men are by shrieking feminists and wimpy manboy pudgeballs. In public, well-adjusted people may mouth the PC platitudes that feminists and doughboys relentlessly cudgel into squishy groupthink minds, but in private the cool people generally shun the orc hordes and leave them to mingle with their own emotionally and often physically disfigured kind. This social outcast status is what fuels their eternal hatred for truth and beauty.
Uh oh! I guess he’s not a fan.
The 800 pound bulldyke in the room that “””progressives””” of all stripes don’t want you to notice is that a lot of their radical regressivist shock troopers are comprised of biologically faulty men and women who are at the extremes of effeminacy and masculinization respectively. If it came to be widely understood and socially acceptable to acknowledge that, due to hormonal imbalance, genetic glitches, or gross environmental insult, 90% of radical femcunts are lesbians or manjawed atrocities, and 90% of manboobs are closet cases or soft, pillowy micropeens, the general population would be less likely to seriously entertain their insipid drivel.
U mad, bro?
Think about the revulsion you feel when you see a grossly obese person. It’s instinctive, like the way you would recoil from a pile of dog shit.
Dude, I don’t know if you know this, but most Americans are, you know, fat. WE ARE LEGION!
Your typical outrage feminist and limp-wristed manboob flirts dangerously close to the monster threshold. Humans recoil from manjawed, mustachioed, beady-eyed, actively aggressive women and chipmunk-cheeked, bitch tittied, curvaceously plush, passive-aggressive men as if they were the human equivalent of dog shit.
This has got to be the most ridiculously verbose version of “yeah, well, you’re a fatty” I’ve ever seen.
Oh, but it seems like we’re all about to get our big comeuppance:
The reflexive indulgence granted the monsters among us has lost its justification. Too many bleeding wounds from too many overzealous bites has rattled the slumber of the sleepers. A greater force than any sophistic monster in the world is about to bite back, viciously, lethally. Truth, as it always does, will claim ultimate victory.
Yeah, except that I’m pretty sure that “I hate you, you fat fatty” isn’t a Truth that matters a lot to anyone but you and your maladjusted fanboys.
Also, dude, you call yourself “Heartiste.” There is literally nothing more dopey than that.
Polliwog: it was film. I don’t think any of us did any pairs.
@Pecunium
Aaah, I see what you mean. Yeah, I think our points intersect somewhat, but what I said is largely irrelevant to what you’re talking about (success in certain careers can give you that kind of lifestyle, but conglomerate level wealth is much more tied to things like race and nepotism than attractiveness).
Exactly! I know when I compare, say, Scarlett Johansson and Gabourey Sidibe, the main difference I see between them to explain why the popular media regards them so differently is that Scarlett is so gosh-darn symmetrical!
@cloudiah: I laughed out loud. Nicely done!
I dunno, there is evidence that shows beauty depends on proportion and symmetry and it’s not just restricted to white people either http://www.goldennumber.net/beauty.htm There is supposedly a mathematical formula to it, and certain formulas like the Fibonacci sequence are seen throughout nature http://library.thinkquest.org/trio/TTQ05063/phibeauty1.htm
I would argue that beauty is subjective but only to a point. Symmetry and proportion are universal, that being said there is a hell of a lot of leeway, unattractive people aren’t doomed.
I hope I’m not sounding snobby, for what it’s worth I’m not exactly gorgeous myself.
I have a feeling this is Heartiste’s ideal woman: http://thedailywh.at/2012/04/26/barbie-irl-of-the-day-2/
Jesus tapdancing Christ! Do not click on the link to her facebook pictures! She is the life size version of those terrifyingly creepy dolls someone linked here at one point.
Bostonian, she’s not the first woman to do this to herself. And its pretty rare to achieve, because you still have to have the right underlying bone structure to support the reconstruction.
Looking at her waist reminds me of a friend I had in highschool. Everyone complimented her on her perfect hourglass shape and people thought shed been working out. So we couldn’t figure out why she was so upset with the compliments. Turns out that a summer boyfriend of hers beat her so badly one day that he broke the small bottom ribs. Since the doctors were forced to remove the ribs on one side, they also removed the other side so she would be symetrical.
As I always ask when I encounter someone who claims to be only saying what everyone else is thinking, how is it possible for a majority of people to hold the same unpopular opinion?
Polliwog:
That’s worse than bragging about your SAT score or IQ.
I know she is not the first, but it still creeps me out to a surprising (to me) degree. I think those women hit the uncanny valley for me. Also, I think she is using those anime contacts that make your irises huge and horrifying.
If there is an anti doll fetish, I have it.
I am sorry to hear your friend was so badly beaten pillowinhell. Getting compliments on her disfigurement must have been truly horrible and demoralizing.
Yeah she had a pretty hard time of it for a while. But word got out and people let it drop. It is unusual to see that kind of waistline, I just hope that it didn’t come back to haunt her when she went to college.
I guess the latest barbie girl is Mellers dream come true?
@ Bostonian
The pictures freak me out too. I seem to have an unusually strong reaction to the uncanny valley effect – every time I see someone who has that look my brain goes into “the robots have attained consciousness and free will and now they’re going to kill us – run while you still can!” mode.
I must admit I’m glad it is not just me.
For me it is less robots, and more haunted demon dolls that are coming to eat my soul.
Yeah, those too. Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean that the evil robot dolls from Planet Barbie aren’t going to eat your brains if you don’t run away fast enough.
I can usually get past the rigid facial features, but that plasticcy skin sends mine crawling!
Did you see the robot developed for use in training dentists in Japan? Great idea from a practical point of view, because who wants to be the person who a budding dentist practises on? Wouldn’t be surprised if it still haunts the students in their dreams 50 years from now, though.
I think I have, but I have blocked the memory for now.
“Maybe you think that we should go back to arranged marriages. If we did, all this nonsense about the ‘dating game’ would be irrelevant.”
Oh, certainly not. As a man-hating bulldyke, I do not believe in marriage.
The nonsense about the “dating game” and the idea of “having game” is already irrelevant because the process of forming and maintaining relationships isn’t a “game” or a competition to start with. If you think that you must “compete” for sexual or romantic partners, I do believe you’re doing it wrong.
LOL at that Twilight Zone…so that’s where The Simpsons got it from
“I’m Krusty the Clown and I’m going to KILL YOU!!!”
Regarding soul-stealing dolls, do not watch this if you intend to sleep tonight.
Do not watch this one if you intend to sleep ever again.
Good afternoon, sluts.
Your sheeplike bleating does not disturb a manly man such as myself, who is fully aware that it is just your frantic attempts to keep the truth of Heartiste’s words from worming its way into your psyche. Anyone can ejaculate comeshots of nonsense onto the pale back of Truth; it is when you awake in the night and the pretty lies perish and you are forced to face the stark patheticness of your life that really matters.
The only thing that matters is the fuck. Evolutionarily, we exist solely to procreate. All the greatest human activities– the most generous deed, the most beautiful art, the cruelest crime, the wisest words– all are simply means of passing time until the next fuck. Newton was more of a failure than the stupidest thugboy drug dealer hitting his harem of girls who obediently get wet for him. The ONLY thing that matters is the fuck.
Can you women handle that? Can you handle that every time we men look at you we see nothing but three holes to pound, just as you see us as nothing but money and gina-tingling dominance? Women have a red pill as much as men do, but they are even less capable of taking it.
Oh, OzyMRA, you are brilliant. Depressing, but brilliant.
Can we get a different pill? Maybe a green one, that wakes one up to the realization that men and women are, you know, people?
This is probably the best summary of Roissy’s blog I’ve ever seen. Not sure whether that’s saying much, but hey. 😛
Also, only three holes? You MRAs have no imagination.