It’s amazing how daintily some manosphere dudes dance around the word “misogyny.”After spewing forth venomous woman-hating filth in post after post, they turn around and equally vociferously deny that they are in any way misogynistic – after all, they can think of three or four women in their life they don’t actively hate.
It’s strange. Men whose entire political and social philosophy is based on the hatred of women aren’t willing to say this out loud.
Over on Hawaiian Libertarian, a blog with some influence within the marginal universe of the manosphere, Keoni Galt is a bit more honest: he is proudly and openly misogynist. Not only that, but he’s convinced that others in the manosphere need to fully accept misogyny into their shrunken little hearts. And he’s written a little manifesto about it:
Misogyny is the key to male liberation from blue pill delusions. Only by embracing it, can men adopt a new paradigm in which the female of the human species has forever been knocked off of the pedestal that had been erected in our minds by institutionalized brainwashing and mass media programming.
Galt starts out with a fairly standard-issue manosphere confessional. Turns out that before he saw the light – sorry, took the red pill — he was a poor female-besotted white-knight mangina like most of the unlucky males of this world:
Back in the blue pill days, I was enchanted and mesmerized by the female gender as a whole. Tell-a-Vision and a childhood steeped in Churchianity had me forever looking at the female gender as the only bright light in a world of shit. I was indoctrinated into becoming a worshiper at the feet of the pedestal of the “sacred feminine.”
The last thing I ever wanted to become, was a misogynist. No, I bought into the delusion that the key to being accepted and gain the approval of the female herd was to become the vaunted WhiteKnight-EmotionalTampon- InTouchWithMyFeelings- LJBF-NICE GUY.
Oh dear, we have to listen to the sad, boring tale of the Nice Guy once again.
All a woman…ANY woman (not just young, attractive ones)…had to do when I was younger, was smile at me or give me a pathetic pleading look, or a nice sounding request and I was ready to do her bidding. The bat of an eyelash or a supplicating sound of her voice had me ready to ask her “how high would you like me to jump?”
I helped ladies move, “lent” them money (never asked for it back, mostly never got paid back either), given them rides, helped them with homework, built them things, fixed their cars, bought them drinks and/or meals…anything any female in my life requested, I did. “NO” was not a part of my vocabulary when it came to dealing with the opposite gender.
Helping friends isn’t a character flaw. But you’re the one who made yourself into a doormat.
I also spent many a time with groups of female friends, joining in on the “all men are pigs” type of conversations. I’ve been that “one of the girls” guy on many an occasion. (“You’re so COOL! Why can’t more guys be like YOU?!”
But, Galt assures us, he wasn’t one of those passive-aggressive, guilt-tripping dudes who tries to “nice guy” his crushes into bed.
I’m not talking about being the “nice guy” here in hopes of getting a romantic response from a particular female. These are women for whom I knew as friends, acquaintances, co-workers, colleagues etc. In other words, if it had a vagina, I said “yes dear” to any and every request, simply to live up to the expectations inculcated in my mind on how a “good man” is one who serves the feminine imperative.
My indoctrination and upbringing had trained me to seek feminine approval above anything else.
What the hell kind of “indoctrination” did you get? Did you grow up in some sort of Goddess Cult? I’ve never met a single other person who’s been “indoctrinated” in this fashion. It’s almost as though you’re exaggerating or just making shit up in such a way as to justify your present-day misogyny.
Oh, wait, you are:
I’ve come to the realization that misogyny is the inevitable antidote one must accept, after gaining an understanding of the ugly truth of the female imperative and how it works to enslave men for it’s own purpose.
Yes, the only two options for men in the contemporary world – the only two — are to either bend over backwards and do everything women ask them to do in a creepily self-abasing way while agreeing that “all men are pigs,” or to decide that women are shit. (It’s not like this is a logical fallacy or anything.)
Most women nowadays really are beneath contempt. Manipulative, conniving, self-centered and solipsistic…especially beautiful ones.
[citation needed]
I now understand that this is the result of the programming most females are inculcated with from the same mass media culture that programmed me to be a pedestal worshiper.
[citation needed]
Actually, ALL women are solipsistic and manipulative to a certain degree (AWALT). It is their very nature. The real problem is that our mass media culture encourages women to embrace it, revel in it, and use their power of attraction to manipulate for their own selfish ends. It has always been like this, I just never recognized it until the hindsight as seen through the clarity of understanding that came with taking the red pill.
You realize that what you call the “red pill” is just a slightly exaggerated and updated version of not-so-good old fashioned misogyny, which has been around since the beginnings of civilization if not earlier?
But one thing this misogynist will admit: Not all women are like that. Really. I know a few.
Dude, dude, you just literally said that ALL women ARE like that. Like, in the paragraph you just finished writing.
These are women who understand that the true path to happiness is creating a sphere of nurturing and contentment amongst her friends and family. Such women are a literal joy to be around. There contentment is infectious.
“There contentment?” If these women truly loved you, wouldn’t they help you proofread your drivel?
But for most women I meet, my baseline assumption is that they are contemptuous creatures not worthy of anything other than basic human consideration…unless and until they prove otherwise.
Well, my baseline assumption is that the dudes of the manosphere are a bunch of pompous douchenozzles. And so far, I’m not altogether happy to report, not one has provided even a shred of evidence suggesting otherwise.
sooooooooo
back on the subject of prideful mary- does anyone actually still do the ‘you cant wear white unless your a for real virgin’ thing still. i could have sworn this wasnt the eighteen fucking fifties.
And here I thought the can’t wear white thing was only after labor day! But now it’s virgins? Ok then
The white wedding gown meme did not, originally, have anything to do with virginity.
And, as someone who knows a lot about wedding gowns, the answer to your question is “Hell no.”
The only time I’ve seen people get all up in arms about a woman wearing white is when it was a second or third marriage. They’re the same people who mutter to one another about how you shouldn’t have a big party the second time, because you had your chance, and you’re not 22 anymore, and it’s just all so unseemly. Suuuuuuper petty.
lol, wut?
i’m sorry. what i meant to say was- what the fuck?
One example of that attitude I’ve seen, among several: My mom, I know, thought long and hard about wearing white for her second marriage, lest she scandalize anyone’s sense of propriety 9_9. And when she did, there were… words. But there were already words floating around. How dare she prioritize her own happiness above letting everyone believe comfortable lies! /old wounds
Anyway. She looked beautiful, fuck the haters.
my mom got married in a sundress. my dad wore a sport coat.
I’m not positive if you’re making fun of me for pointless personal stories or not XD but that sounds really nice! I’m going to a boho-themed wedding in a little less than a month, very excited to see what the wedding party will come up with, clothes-wise.
Um, historically, the color for the Virgin Mary in artwork is a rich shade of blue (by historically, I mean like medieval and shit). Isn’t the white wedding dress a fairly modern custom (with a certain limited value of modern…industrial era)?
If I remember my fashion history correctly, women used to just get married in their best dress, whatever color it happened to be. Black was not uncommon. Sometime in the late 19th century, white became a popular color, probably due to the invention of the washing machine. Therefore, white became the color of wedding dresses and it stuck for some reason.
The wedding dress thing originated in medieval Europe, though it wasn’t just a “wedding” thing – rich people would show off how rich they were by wearing extravagant clothes for special occasions (weddings included), but only for that one occasion – it was never touched again, and in some cases, destroyed outright afterward. The peasants usually just wore their normal clothing, maybe with flowers in their hair or some cheap decoration tacked on or whatever the local custom was (it varied considerably).
Then in the mid-19th century it became in fashion among some wealthy people who weren’t royalty to copy well-known royals. The “traditional” white wedding dress design on the first wedding (and only the first wedding) became a thing because it resembled the dress that Queen Elizabeth wore on her first wedding.
Even so, it didn’t fully catch on in most places until about a century later, at which time some people basically pulled out of their ass the idea that it was all about purity symbolism (ideally, one would be a virgin during the first marriage and not one at the second onwards). Because, you know, it makes a good sound bite, and it’s way easier than researching history.
IIRC, white wedding dresses mostly became a thing because Queen Victoria wore one, and then all the fashionable brides of the era wanted to dress like the queen. So, basically, it’s got about as much inherent symbolism as getting your hair cut into “the Rachel” back in the 90s. :-p
I should add that back before Elizabeth, there wasn’t any particular “traditional” design or color for wedding dresses, or for any other “wear only once” events either – individual families might sometimes favor a particular style, but it was essentially “whatever the hell I feel like” (or whatever random thing their costume maker comes up with), as long as it’s really expensive doesn’t too closely resemble something they’ve worn before.
Wait… (looks up) oops, Victoria, not Elizabeth. Dammit.
My wife deliberately got married in scarlet second time round. She looked magnificent.
i got married in a hot/deep pink shot silk corset, which laced up at the back), with a knee length hot/deep pink mini (ish) skirt, trimmed with pink lace. i had big platform heels that i cross laced the leather ties up to mid calf and then i backcombed my hair into a tousled mess. when i put it all on, i had a moment of self doubt then i drank some more champagne and whooped the night away…so.much.champagne.
haha burka = wedding gown
And… there’s Epiphany! again.
Dude.
Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude.
Epiphany!, I’m willing to grant that you didn’t express yourself well, and that maybe this conversation has made you more aware of the way requirements for women’s dress are used as a way of attacking Islam, while similar requirements in other religions are totally ignored, or even encouraged. But maybe that would be easier to believe if you… shut up about it, now? Now that the conversation is entirely shifted?
I mean, the core of Epiphany’s mockery goes like this:
Haha! You’re actually just like [group you hate]! Suck it!
But… if you want us to believe you’re playing on her xenophobia and Islamophobia and not agreeing with it, then you actually have to think about ways to communicate that.
Because as it stands? Well. You sound more like Mary than somebody arguing with Mary. You get that, right?
Weirdest unsolicited fashion critique I ever received: “Don’t you know your shoes should match your purse? You look like you got dressed in the dark, sweetie.” But at least no celebrities hit me in the face, after?
With a payphone receiver. After which Patti Hearst’s character is not seen again. Don’t fuck with serial mom.
Aside from the fact that white isn’t really a necessity to get married, and was something only popular fairly recently in the history of weddings, uh, it’s not like there are dress sellers out there who are going to refuse to sell you a white dress if you don’t still have your vcard. Or at least, I imagine, not many. Especially in this economy, I feel there are few people out there who will blow a sale by calling their customers sluts who are undeserving of that pristine whiteness. And realistically speaking, how the hell would they verify that you’re still a virgin anyway? (I mean, aside from forcing potential customers to be examined beforehand. Which is probably the best way to ensure your business FAILS before it even begins.)
Besides, I’ve got a pretty kick-ass pale gold dress I think I might rather wear anyway, if I got the chance to. And gold is way better than white, at least with my coloring 🙂