Let’s say you’re a dude who thinks that All Women Are Like That, except possibly for two or three of them. Let’s say you think women today are the equivalent of rattlesnakes, or unexploded grenades, or hungry, hungry alligators. Let’s say that you think marrying a woman “is like playing Russian Roulette with a fucking Gatling gun and hoping that the one that might actually hit you is a blank.” Let’s say you think that women are
Hypergamous
Materialistic
unfaithful
almost Bi Polar like mood swings
entitled
completely self serving
histrionic
parasitic
hard wired for alpha cock
Let’s say you’re a dude who thinks all (or most, or even some) of these things, yet somehow you’ve ended up with a young daughter – one of these horrible , histrionic, parasitic, alpha-cock-loving, rattlesnake-grenade-alligator-gatling-gun creatures in embryo. How might you raise her so as to minimize the chances that she’ll blow dudes up and inject them with venom?
Well, worry not, gentle misogynist, for Der Igel on MGTOWforums.com has an answer for you: raise her to be a farmer.
I do not have children, but if I had daughters I would take them camping and fishing, take them to a farm or slaughterhouse to see where their food comes from, punish them with the same commensurate severity as sons, and expect them to take on the same age-appropriate responsibilities as sons. In short, I would do anything to avoid the princess mentality (dolls ok, but no freaking Barbie dolls). I would not treat them like they need special protection that a boy the same age would not need.
It might be tough, though, because female humans are biologically wired to be dirty moneygrubbing whores:
However one must probably also recognize that once puberty hits, biology is going to take over, and that *in certain areas* the term AWALT [All Women Are Like That] applies. Women are always going to be more social animals, will always be resource and status oriented, will always treat sex as a means and not an end, etc.
Still, for the sake of ALL HUMANITY, in particular for all those dudes who might want to get with your daughter, you must persevere, and keep your eyes on the prize. That prize being a daughter well-equipped for agricultural work.
My goal would be to produce the mentality of some kind of educated yet hard-working modern farmer woman, rather than that of a princess-in-waiting.
Just make sure to keep her away from traveling salesmen.
Farming? Can women even do that? I know they can garden, but farmers have to drive heavy equipment.
Crazy patriarchal men. Wanting to raise honest, hard working, loyal women with integrity and common sense who are accountable for their actions, instead of dishonest, lazy, disloyal, progressive Sluts-r-us.
For men who are going their own way, they talk about women a great deal.
This is exactly how my Dad raised me, not because he’s an asshole MRA but because for a working class guy he’s pretty feminist and treated me and my brother pretty much the same (I learned to change a car tire when I was 6). Raising a girl this way is the way to raise a feminist because she’s used to being equal to her brother and male cousins so when someone tells her she can’t do something because she’s a girl, all hell breaks loose. My Mom of course being a strong feminist was right on board with this.
My Dad raised me knowing how to do all the practical stuff AND with Barbies. Shockingly enough it is possible to present both options and let children (of any gender) choose for themselves.
Not sure if MRAs could even be farmers, considering farming means very little whining and internet-ing and way more actual working. Also, love the assumption that women are more social creatures. Tell that to my frustrated mother who thinks I’m a hermit.
And now I’ve got Willie Nelson in my head.
Noadi, I agree: Der Igel’s comment starts out pretty good, then as he continues the underlying misogyny seeps into it more and more.
Does anyone have a time machine was a microwave and a large supply of Pop-It-Yourself popcorn? This is going to be hilarious.
I suppose the only consolation is that they don’t actually intend on having daughters.
It’s not a half-bad idea without the misogyny. As a kid I would probably have enjoyed doing some farming and slaughterhouse viewing (what can I say, I was a morbid little child), just to see what it was like. And I’d say most of us don’t think children should be punished more or less because of their gender. But the fact that they see this as a punishment meant to mold them into good little brainwashed slaves, combined with their abominable views on female sexuality, indicate this wouldn’t be wholesome father-daughter gardening and fish deboning.
NWO, what you’re missing here–among other things–is that for men who don’t want anything to do with women (going their own way), they sure do devote a lot of time to us. Add the fact that this dude doesn’t even have a daughter, and the irony is so thick you could cut it with a knife.
I find these dudes and their “what ifs” hilarious.
At least she’ll have plenty of barn cats. Speakign of which, here’s my ex-girlfriend, who was a farmer’s daughter, with her rescued barn cat.
http://youtu.be/gd3Jn0rywdY
Women don’t like sex, it’s just a means to an end. And we are sluts who only fuck hot alpha studs. Ok-ay then…
…Is that cat’s name Fucker?
yes. That’s his name.
Noadi: I was seriously about to type this very thing, lol.
My parents were all of the opinion that certain skills are simply required to be a functional adult and have nothing whatsoever to do with genitalia. They included basic vehicle maintenance, home repairs, housecleaning, fishing, building a fire, using and maintaining basic tools, cooking, sewing and darning, money management, and CPR/first aid. Even among my parents, these weren’t gendered skills – my mother taught me how to clean a gun, and my stepdad taught me how to patch clothes and the proper uses of oil soap.
Severity. Am I the only one who sees “beat them as I would sons” underlying this statement?
The cat has best name.
Awkward to yell out the back door, but best name.
My dad raised me this way too, except that it was science and math, rather than outdoor stuff.
Yeah, like when no one will teach her carpentry, she buys some books and teaches herself and builds some awesome furniture. And when someone tells her she can’t fix things, she checks a book out of the library and teaches herself to build bicycle wheels (that win races). And when she can’t get anyone at the stereo store to answer her questions and the salesman at Radio Shack laughs when she asks him something about capacitors, she just orders stuff off the internet and builds her own damn stereo speakers. WHICH SHE IS LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW.
Aww, Fucker is beautiful.
I sort of know where MGTOW are coming from. I don’t like liquorice, and want nothing to do with it, so naturally I spend all my time writing essay after essay against the foul substance on food forums, and trolling confectionary blogs that are pro-liquorice, When I’m not doing that, I’m walking around in my LIAF (Liquorice Is All Foul) shirt and casting disapproving glares at bottles of Sambuca at the bottle shop.
Some say I should not eat any liquorice, and leave it at that. “Don’t like liquorice?” they say. “Well, nobody’s making you have any. Just walk away.”
Well, where’s the fun in that?
The vet made her choose a different name for their records.
That’s because licorice is evil! It rots your teeth even when you don’t eat it! It forces you not to eat it though you really don’t want to and … um …
He has his own YouTube channel under his vet-safe name.
http://www.youtube.com/user/madmaxthecat
He was an orphaned barn cat whose momma froze, so we raised him on formula.
Licorice takes all your money and won’t let you see your children.