More proof that Reddit will believe pretty much any story, so long as it makes a woman – sorry, “female” – look bad. Even if there is some tiny kernel of truth in this story from AskReddit , there is zero chance that it went down exactly (or even vaguely) as described by Mr. Kickass. Redditors are terrible writers of fiction, especially when their fictions masquerade as fact.
Oh, and there are plenty more comments castigating this probably-imaginary woman.
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Yeah, that never happened. This dude should stick to writing to Penthouse.
What exactly is the point of making up this type of bullshit?
Also the unspoken implication is that if a strange man approaches a woman at night when her car is broken down, and she gets spooked, it’s because he wasn’t sexy enough for the hypergamous bitch, and not for any other very sensible reason.
It’s the old “sexual harassment just means the guy wasn’t sexy enough” crap, but with a cartoonish fictional woman playing along.
(Also note that changing a tire is far beyond her technical skill, because woman. I mean, there’s five whole bolts there! The most a woman can possibly comprehend is three bolts.)
He missed a big beat by not having her beg for his help on her knees in the rain. I only give this tale of comuppance a 4/10. Do better, Men’s Right’s Reddit.
a young female trying to change a tire
A female what? Because no human of any age talks that way. Except in the hackneyed imaginations of misogynistic cave dwellers.
Doesn’t NWO have some deranged, no-win, hypothetical scenario about women and car trouble?
A better writer would have at least specified why she was having trouble changing the tire. Could she not get the car jacked up? Not turn the lug wrench? Not pull the tire off the bolts? Not get her spare tire out of the trunk?
The image of a woman just standing there in the rain, tire-ing as hard as she can, but just not tire-ing hard enough, screams bad fiction writer.
…And once again, also (I’m having a lot of alsos) a woman is called a tramp for not being sexually interested in enough men.
This is backwards talk even in your own sexist language, dudes!
I… guess I believe that someone changing a tire in the rain said “no thanks, I got this” to Mr. Joe Self-Congratulatory Knight In Shining Asshole?
The rest does sound a lot like “story he made up to soothe his tender feelings”. No, she didn’t decline his help because she [is competent to change a tire/ was mostly finished with the task/ was reasonably suspicious of him for any number of reasons], she wanted help from a hottie, not an average-looking guy! Strangely, the author doesn’t throw in any description of the woman at all. You’d think a misogynist with hurt fee-fees and a literary bent would toss some “manicured nails” on her just to make his point, so I think it’s possible the talked-to-broken-down-driver bit actually happened, and the rest was composed while driving away fuming.
And I have to wonder, what else was he saying or doing to get the “not from someone like you” comment, in the unlikely event this story really happened. Seems a rather pointed comment to someone you’ve just met.
He forgot the part where the woman stole his sperm to punish him for not changing his tire. However, he got the last laugh because the sperm didn’t get her pregnant, so now she is ALONE WITH HER CATS!
Seriously, though, I’m tired of these tall tales of women in need of roadside assistance from manly heroes. I have a 12 volt air compressor, a scissor jack, a lug wrench, and an extra tire in my trunk. I also have jumper cables, a blanket, a flashlight with extra batteries, an ice scraper, and a first aid kit. I have a cellphone that I can use to call for roadside assistance, too. I even have a phone charger that can hook up to a cigarette lighter to cover all my bases. I have had three flat tires in the last year from running over nails and trash, and not once did I ask for help from a stranger on the side of the road.
I can even believe that the woman was trying to change her tire, said “no thanks” to the guy because she thought she could do it alone, but then when she realized she was stuck went to the coffeeshop for help.
I mean, none of this actually happened, but that makes more sense than “only the most beautiful men are allowed to help me change a tire, because apparently I care about Alpha Thugs more than I care about getting out of the rain.”
P.S. Another part of this story that I uncharitably doubt: Mr. Kickass is totally egalitarian in his offers of roadside service, and has stopped many times to help men, women, and couples with their car breakdowns! Not just single women — er, “females” — he deems sufficiently hot.
If it’s true then I am sure it was more because he was the type of guy who would watch you from inside a restaurant. I was creeped out when he wrote that she could sit in the car while he did it. I’m not sure why that line bothered me so much. But I love how one guy called her a gold digger. Lmao
I have needed help changing my tire before. It was two situations: one, the lug nuts were so fucking tight that throwing my whole puny weight against them weren’t enough. I was in the parking lot of a gas station, so I walked in and asked the attendant, who wasn’t much less skinny but still taller than me, thus heavier. With a lot of weight-hurling, he managed to loosen the lug nuts, and then with great thanks I managed the rest.
The other time, it was dark, no street lights, and no shoulder, so I had the choice of either trying to change a tire in the dark while wedged against the curb, or turning the car around so I had space but faced the traffic coming at me. I was a high school student at the time, and wasn’t sure what would be safest/smartest, plus I was worried I’d screw it up and somehow damage the car more, so I called my dad.
I felt like a complete doofus both times. The gas station time, I was an adult and in daylight, so would’ve happily accepted help from anyone. As a kid alone in the dark, though… I would’ve been a lot more nervous.
At least I wasn’t getting rained on!
This This could be the bean of truth from which the rest of this ridiculous stalk of a story sprouted. Everything else is the product of the author’s own insecurities and prejudices.
And that’s still assuming that the whole thing isn’t completely made up.
Sounds like a made up story to me. Reminds me of all the guys who claim that they get yelled at by women for opening doors for them.
Because the car is jacked up! I’m not getting into a car while it’s up on the jack!
Either that or he means his car, which is entirely creepy. Rule 1 of Stranger Danger is never get in the car.
Yeah, NWO asked me specifically if I would get scared if some stranger approached me at night on a deserted highway to help me with a flat tire. In his hypothetical story, I am stuck at the side of the road, and a man parks twenty feet behind to approach me and see if I need help. His hypothetical Kendra was an evil misandrist, of course, and thinks the guy is creepy even though he honestly just wants to help. The moral of the story was that all strangers are safe, and any woman who doesn’t trust a stranger right off the bat is a misandrist (or something, this is NWO we’re talking about, so I’m doing my best to figure out what he was ranting about).
Even if I assume this story is completely, entirely, 100% factually correct EXACTLY as presented, I don’t understand why the guy would have said that before flouncing. A real Good Samaritan would have been like “Yeah, sure,” and if they were REALLY disturbed by her previous comment, they could have been like “Hey, now that we’re done changing the tire, is there something I did/said in my approach to make you wary of me earlier? Sorry for putting you off, but I’d like to know so I don’t do it again next time.” Or whatever. I mean, if you were really nice, why not just…. ugh.
Which leads me to believe that he expected something from the encounter. The only way “I approached a woman in need of a tire change after dark in the pouring rain on the side of the highway, just like the start of every serial killer tv show evah!, and she DIDN’T WANT MY HELP!” could lead to the amount of SMUG! COOL! COMEUPPANCE! that barely disguises his seething “rejection” rage was if he didn’t just want to help a person, who happened to be a female person, change a tire, but if he expected something in return for his actions.
Creepy.
I don’t drive. People think that’s because it’s ridiculously expensive and unnecessary where I live, but actually I just hate men and don’t want to run the risk of an unattractive one offering to help me.
/sarcasm
If the “shallow tramp” in question was really just waiting for the handsomest stranger to assist her with the impossible -for, you know, a woman- task of changing a flat tire, why on earth would she sit out in the rain getting soggier by the second? Wouldn’t she have just walked directly into the coffee ship and approached the best looking guy there?
Also: “…strong and muscly…”?
It occurs to me that I have had occasion to be short with men who were offering me assistance. But only after I’d declined their help politely, thanking them for the offer, and their persistence became directly flirtatious and segued into hostility.
I’ve turned down guys who offered to help me with a tire, but this was because:
A) I can change a tire myself, thanks
and
B) I don’t want to be alone in an isolated area with a strange man while I have no means of transportation.
I really hope none of them went away thinking it was a sexual rejection, because holy shit if you think that then I really don’t want to be alone with you.
Now, I remember. Like most NWO hypotheticals it was an idiotic attempt at a “gotcha” combined with his standard “the woman is a misandrist bitch no matter what she does” world view. Like his whole woman-offered-a-drink-in-a-bar, obsession. How does that song go?
Accept the drink but don’t have sex with the man and you’re horrible tease, essentially sexually assaulting the guy. Accept the drink and have sex with the man and you’re proving that all women are whores. Refuse the drink and you’re a hypergamous bitch that won’t give the poor schmo the time of day because you think you’re too good for him.
You know, barring circumstances of having the wrong tools, too tight lug-nuts, etc., most women I know who can drive have changed a flat tire at some point.