My new favorite terrible Tumblr blog is this is female privilege, a blog that posts user-submitted examples of, well, female privilege. It’s a pretty MRA-adjacent idea for a blog, seemingly designed to be appreciated only by those who can use the word “misandry” without giggling. The woman who runs the blog seems to be fairly MRA-adjacent type herself; she recently responded to one critic with a sarcastic “Wow waahhhh it’s so hard to be a woman wahhhh!” (Literally; that’s an exact quote.)
So it’s hardly surprising that many of the posts seem to have been cut and pasted straight from the Men’s Rights subreddit – at least figuratively, if not literally. (Click on the pics to see the posts in context at this is female privilege.)
But a lot of the alleged privileges are a bit, well, odder than that. The blogger says she posts everything she gets, so either a lot of people have pretty cockeyed notions of just what privileges are, or some feminists are trolling her blog by sending along the dumbest non-privileges they can think of to make the blog even more ridiculous than it already is.
Some suggest that biological differences are “privileges.”
Some of the so-called “privileges” are the results of traditional gender roles that box both men and women in:
Dude, if you want to shave your body hair, shave your fucking body hair. There are lots of guys who shave or wax.
Some are comically delusional:
Chance this last one was submitted by a guy: 110%.
Some are just kind of whiny.
You know, there’s an easy solution to this: wait for a fucking stall, like women do.
Some are kind of weird:
And some are just, well, beyond hope:
Seriously, if you see these things as female privilege, you really, really shouldn’t be talking about privilege in public on the internet. You’re just making a fool of yourself.
The one redeeming thing about the blog: people argue back in the “notes.”
EDIT: Another redeeming thing: It’s inspired the response blog Actually This is Male Privilege.
EDIT 2: Amanda Marcotte riffs on the one about women having the wonderful privilege of sex any time they want!
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,” he said in the comments of a blog run by a white man and frequented by feminists (including white men, whom he ironically labeled “manginas” while pretending to give a shit about the harm caused by anti-male elements of society).
Most writers are not successful. Statistically, you would probably not be successful.*
Guess what: most writers who are successful started writing because they love to write, not because they knew there was a paycheck at the end of the rainbow.
You are simply inventing excuses not to write.
*Unless, of course, you re-defined success to mean “crafted a story/poem/song that is enjoyed by myself and others and which satisfies me emotionally.”
Y’know, you don’t even need to start a blog if it scares you so bad. Just pick up a fucking pen, or a pencil, or a fucking crayon if it feels right. A charred stick can serve in a pinch.
this is quickly turning in mral part II where we list all the ways he could go about doing what he wants to and he he just whines ‘BUT I CANT BECAUSE FEMINISM’ without ever actually trying anything.
except with writing instead of meeting girls.
and somehow even more rage and entitlement.
whoops, forgot i cant use that word so lets try this again:
this is quickly turning into boston baby part II where we list all the ways he could go about doing what he wants to and he he just whines ‘BUT I CANT BECAUSE FEMINISM’ without ever actually trying anything.
except with writing instead of meeting girls.
and somehow even more rage and entitlement.
Mikhael could barely see the latch on his diary through the tears, but he could undo the lock by touch alone. It unfolded on his bed like a lily in the mud, its blank white petals expectant— waiting for the rain.
Dear diary, he wrote, sniffling and rubbing his face with his right hand (but stray tears percussed against the paper anyway), today a thread full of feminists and manginas (here the pen tore through the paper) tried to encourage me to write!
They don’t understand my pain. They don’t understand what it’s like to be a straight, white, cis man in today’s society—let alone a successful businessman besides!
How, I ask you, could I ever expect to be successful in a world that celebrates the achievements of writers like Emily Dickinson, Sappho, and (at this point there was white space: writing continued further down the page).
No one understands me. Especially not manginas!
With a roar, Mikhael threw the diary against the wall; it struck flat against the rich mahogany, its sickening smack seeming to shake the door and the windows like a poltergeist. And then, as suddenly as it flew from his hand to the wall, it slid down between the wall and the heavy bookshelf, his only writings disappearing below the horizon of shelves loaded with Small Business for Dummies and Perform Like A Rockstar and Still Have Time for Lunch the way his dreams had disappeared into a singularity of misandry so many years ago.
“It’s over,” Mikhael whispered, his voice ragged.
He never moved the bookshelf to retrieve the little red-leather tome, not even when he moved to Boca Raton.
Yeah, what’s really annoying about this is the likelihood that it never sink in to Steele Buthorn’s brain that several feminists are encouraging him to pursue writing. Even though I just spelled it out.
kiki — “I might be missing something because I’ve never really watched the show, but does anyone else find the way in which the “sexy” Captain Jack character from Torchwood will try and bang anything – even if it looks like an amoeba or a cloud of gas – incredibly creepy and wierd?”
That isn’t just you — when he’s first introduced on Doctor Who, he’s just a human, a future human, but a human, making his flirting less creepy. By the end of Torchwood, he’s older than the Doctor, and still flirting with everything, and yeah, I’m siding with 10 on this one (and not just because I like 10) — knock it off Jack! (It particularly annoys me because I really liked Ianto, and yeah…)
Falconer — “I thought the woman condemned (to become a weeping angel?(!))…” — idk whether to be thrilled, or terrified, but there’s been much musing between the best friend and I on whether that’s how weeping angels are created…so on one hand, I’m glad it isn’t just us, on the other…weeping angels *shudder*
Maniacal Goblinoid Nightmare Woman — “…but when they tell you to run, you’ll f**king well run.” — love the running! Seriously, that both the Doctor and Gandalf are basically unwilling to fight is part of why I love them both — it would be lovely if everything could be solved with a magic wand and diplomacy (and lots of running until the plan is actually formed).
Tulgey — “*Unless, of course, you re-defined success to mean “crafted a story/poem/song that is enjoyed by myself and others and which satisfies me emotionally.”” — Seeing how I’d be a successful painter by that definition, I, for one, would be cool with that re-defining.
Steele — Seriously, you love it so much? Then wtf do you care if anyone else does?
Time for some Emilie Autumn (who, btw, wrote part of her book in red crayon…and everyone knows you can’t erase crayon)
http://youtu.be/ZEABLcw4vt0
Don’t do it for the people dude. (And wow does that song sound so…shiny and refined…compared to FLAG…then again that violin)
Lol, I am apparently combining fandoms today. EA meet the Doctor, Doctor meet EA, now try not to implode the universe in some manic plan, k?
So, I write.
I mean, I used to get paid for it and everything. (newspapers! Not dead!)
I write fiction.
Some of it is very, very bad. (reread your old stuff; it will make you cry)
So of it seems good to me. I have recieved some nice ‘not for us’ notes from publishers that are promising. (the hand-written kind are a special treat–I mean, really really special)
I haven’t made it yet. This is because, um, well, writing and writing well are different things. And writing well is damned hard.
I’d never quit. Not for anything. Just the act of creating, even if the only people who ever read it are friends, is just sublime. It is a reward in itself.
Ah, writing.
…then, there’s Steele.
Um.
So, yeah, feminism means male voices don’t get heard? Yeah. Right. Pull Jonathan Franzen’s other leg. It has bells made from melted-down awards.
Check the New York Times book reviews out. (their sexist book reviews that exclude women, I mean to say)
And… guh. Male voices don’t get heard?
GAH.
Do a quick study of the bestsellers list. Get back to me when you can statistically demonstrate your thesis.
I don’t see Gandalf as unwilling to fight. He’s not exactly bloodthirsty, but he doesn’t hesitate to cut down dozens of orcs, and he killed a Balrog in single combat. The Doctor is much less willing to use lethal force than Gandalf is.
I think Gandalf is just an excellent judge of when to run and when to stand your ground.
“So, yeah, feminism means male voices don’t get heard? Yeah. Right. Pull Jonathan Franzen’s other leg. It has bells made from melted-down awards.”
What feminism actually means is that male voices are no longer the only voices that are heard. Which Steele, like many sexists, has confused with male voices not being heard at all. If the group with which he identifies has any competition at all and does not completely own the market, he feels oppressed. Poor baby, we should send him a box of tissues.
Aregnti: Using everything as an excuse to post an EA song.
Post some Enchant next time 😛
yeah, it’s not that gandalf is unwilling to fight it’s that there are very strict limitations on his ability to fight that he accepted as part of becoming one of the istari, and the biggest one is that he can’t use his power to fight mankind’s ultimate battle for them.
but like, when he got the white council to kick sauron out of dol guldur, they did not do it using rainbows and candycanes.
…just like on the other thread, where we were talking about MarkyMark. Any one female voice on television meant it was woman-dominated. Even one.
That’s not woman-dominated. It just means your domination is slipping.
I understand how they conflate the two; in a zero-sum game, there can only be one winner. If somebody dominates and somebody is dominated, then if women aren’t being put down then I’m being put down by women, right?
Yeah. That’s ugly.
It is pretty ugly, yeah, and it indicates some very nasty things about a person when they operate from that perspective.
Steele, imagine if you took all the time you’ve been wasting arguing with people who obviously aren’t going to change their mind at this point, and spent it writing a short story, or researching an article, or outlining a book.
Efficiency, remember?
although of the original three istari, gandalf was the only one who resisted the call because he feared sauron and didnt want to risk a mortal death, so there’s that too
This is what I find mesmerising about MRAs: they come out with this absolute codswallop, which is demonstrably factually inaccurate in practically every particular, and expect intelligent people to swallow it.
And then wonder why everyone’s pointing and laughing.
It’s not just literature where straight white men have always had the upper hand: it’s other media too. Just one woman has won the Best Director Oscar – and that was for a decidedly unfeminine film. Even more startling is the fact that only three other women have ever been nominated. Don’t believe me? Here’s a list. And if you think the Oscars are the last word in middlebrow trash, here’s a list of Cannes Palme d’Or winners, on which finding a woman’s name is a bit like hunting the proverbial haystack-buried needle. (Clue: there’s one).
Not only do you lie about easily checkable things, you lie about your own activities, as Pecunium recently demonstrated, and as the Torvus Butthorn embarrassment also confirmed. You also lie about the MRM, pretending that high-profile figures like Tom Martin and Eivind Berge aren’t connected with it. You then explain that they can’t be connected with it because true MRAs apparently don’t believe in such things – even though they clearly do. Or is Paul Elam not a true MRA?
And since you’ve been caught out lying in so many ways, again and again and again, why should any of us believe that you’re “a wealthy, successful entrepreneur and businessman”? Or indeed that your brilliant writing career was cut short due to MISANDRY?
You’re pathetic, Varpole. And bathetic with it.
the puppet of owls, on the other hand, he is totally cool with
“The feminists keep men down–by the way, I’ve got a job that pays well above average and gives me ample free time” seems to be the new “I was falsely accused of rape and suffered no consequences.”
Apparently we’re not very good at keeping men down.
Varpole:
“Mangina.” I guess that’s how you explain away the existence of male writers despite your claim that your one lone teacher Every Woman Ever told you men can’t write.
(I wonder, assuming there’s anything to the tragic tale at all, is it possible she told you that you can’t write, and you interpreted/retconned that as gender-based?)
Now then, ok, going up the first stack I spot (a random enough sample, since any attempts at organization have long since given way to biblio-entropy): man, man, man, woman, man, man, woman, anthology, man, woman, man (presumably; it’s a collection of medieval miracle plays), man, man, man, woman.
Of the men, I know Alan Moore, Nathan Rabin, Goodloe Byron, Isaac Asimov, and Ralph Steadman are/were white, and it can be safely assumed for the authors of the plays.
I thought this would be the stupidest thing I read from Owly
Til I read this
“I don’t see Gandalf as unwilling to fight. He’s not exactly bloodthirsty, but he doesn’t hesitate to cut down dozens of orcs, and he killed a Balrog in single combat. The Doctor is much less willing to use lethal force than Gandalf is.”
Ehh fair enough, that the Doctor absolutely refuses to fight might be part of why I love River — sometimes he really does need some cover fire.
“Post some Enchant next time” — will do! My brain basically shuts down when that album is playing, I don’t think I can do logical thought while listening to that violin…though I think my favorite is Unlaced, because that violin.
And now I’m going to turn my brain into a puddle of jello via that violin.
And the Doctor doesn’t completely refuse to use lethal force, that’s part of why 11 annoys me — I think I just want to forget that he blew up a cyber fleet just to make a point…that might be the most unethical thing he’s ever done…
“However, I am merely pointing out the fact that white men’s work is considered to automatically have zero artistic value. Or at least, much less.”
Nobel prize winners of the last 10 years: 60% white men.
World’s population: 6% white men.
I’m pretty sure this is actually the most idiotic thing Steele has said, beating out Vietnam.
Speaking of Enchant, Chambermaid is basically the anti-thesis of the MRM isn’t it?
“I’m not your chambermaid
You’re not my lord”
http://youtu.be/cQMYVIk4_2A
(That violin!!) And of course I post EA whenever it makes sense — “The Plague: Get it. Feed it. Spread it.” 🙂