Aside from Men Going Their Own Way and others who have sworn off women altogether, the almost-exclusively straight dudes of the manosphere devote an incredible amount of time trying to figure out how to get into the pants of young, hot, “fertile” women in their teens and twenties, and complain bitterly about the terrible injustice they suffer when these women refuse to have sex with them.
And then they turn around and attack women in their thirties for actually wanting to have sex with them – because these women have committed the dastardly crime of having sex with other men when they were younger. In the parlance of our times the manosphere, this is known as “riding the cock carousel.”
Today we have a lovely example of this latter phenomenon, from prolific manosphere commenter “Deti,” who attacked former “carousel riders” in this rant he left in the comments on The Woman and the Dragon. (There may be lots of equally horrible things in the comments there as well; I haven’t looked. I found Deti’s comment because it was highlighted as a piece of great wisdom on The Private Man, yet another terrible manosphere blog.)
Here’s Deti:
In light of the incalculable damage feminism has done, in light of our society being on the brink of irretrievable and total collapse, I think women need to ask themselves, individually and collectively:
Was it worth it?
Was the cock carousel worth it?
The sex, the occasional orgasms, the attention and validation, the rush, the feelings?
The drunk dancing on tables, the hangovers, the feelings of immediate regret, the knowledge that you’ve just been used as a semen receptacle (for the 14th time)?
We’re off to a rollicking start here. Apparently, table dancing and casual sex (with dudes who aren’t Deti) have brought civilization to its very knees.
Was it worth it?
The ridiculous thoughts to yourself that, no, THIS TIME it will be different. This time I won’t get f**ked over. This time I will get what I want. This time I will save it for a good man, a kind man, the right man — who never shows up.
Did you get what you wanted?
If what they wanted was casual sex with a guy they found attractive, then, uh, yes? (Whether it was good sex is another matter entirely.)
If they were looking for a longer-term relationship, and the guy did indeed turn out to be a jerk or otherwise incompatible, then, uh, no? I’m not quite sure why Deti assumes it’s the woman’s fault if the guy turns out to be Mr. Wrong. (Actually, scratch that: I do know why.)
Did the hot man, the rich man, the sexy man, the alpha, marry you? Did he give you the brass ring of commitment? Did he pledge his life to you? DId he promise to stay around for longer than just until he’s tired of f**king you and putting up with your bulls**t?
Or did you fall (again) for the player’s smooth line that “hey, I think it’s great that a woman like you can have sex with who she wants. That’s only fair. It’s a man’s world, and you should get to partake in it just like we do.”
Yep, that’s right, any man who thinks it’s ok for women to have casual sex with guys they find attractive is clearly an evil, manipulative player. And any woman who believes this is a sucker.
You get out of his bed. You’ve got to get to work this morning. You try to find your panties and put your miniskirt and 4 inch heels on to walk to your car and get an Egg McMuffin and some coffee.
Hey, come on man. Don’t bring the Egg McMuffin into this. Egg McMuffins are delicious.
You add another notch to your lipstick case (one you’ll have to come clean about someday to your therapist or drug counselor or ER doctor, if not your husband). He says “I had a great time. Let’s do it again. There’s some coffee downstairs. Help yourself. I’ve got a lot of things to do today so I need to get going. Sorry I can’t have you stay longer.” You reply weakly: “It’s OK. Call me, OK?” “Sure. You bet I will.”
Desi, worst slashfic writer ever.
LIttle do you know that he just infected you with genital herpes. You’ll find out in a week or so after the incubation period is up and you have festering blisters all over your pubic area. The pain is so excruciating you have to take the day off work, get some treatment at the ER, and stay in bed. You can’t wear panties because the weight of the fabric on the sores is too painful. You can’t walk because the skin on skin friction hurts. Oh well. I’m sure your future husband will understand.
I think we’ve just discovered a new kink: men turned on by the idea of women suffering herpes outbreaks so painful that they have to remove their panties.
In any case, herpes happens. Big deal. It’s a medical condition, not the act of an angry god. Nor is it spread primarily by sleazy players who don’t call women back. According to the CDC, roughly one in six Americans between the ages of 14 and 49 have genital herpes. And, as the CDC notes:
Most individuals infected with HSV-1 or HSV-2 experience either no symptoms or have very mild symptoms that go unnoticed or are mistaken for another skin condition. Because of this, most people infected with HSV-2 are not aware of their infection.
Back to Detiland:
Tell me: does it occur to you that you did it again? Does it occur to you that you’ve f**ked up yet again? Are you getting it yet that the guy who blasted another load on your chest or in your hair last night has no intention of returning the texts you send him, unless it involves an encore performance?
I’m guessing that most women probably aren’t that interested in having any sort of ongoing relationship with a dude who “blasted a load” in their hair on the first date.
Does it dawn on you that maybe what you’re doing isn’t working and maybe you need to try something else? Does it dawn on you that the only things you really got out of last night were a couple of bottles of beer and bragging rights?
And sex, which may have been good or bad. Which is pretty much what the guy got.
It’s 6:45 am on a Sunday morning. You stumble through yet another Walk of Shame across the quad back to your apartment, with your hair and clothes reeking of Aqua Net and stale cigarettes and Old Style and semen.
Like I said: Worst slashfic writer ever.
You pray to God above that you don’t see any of your friends. He smiles on you and today, you are spared the agony of your good friends observing you in all your disheveled, deflowered ignominy. But you see mirror images. You pass by other girls in miniskirts and heels, some of whom lost their bras last night and couldn’t find them. You see other men on their way home, some of whom are hungover, some of whom have little smiles on their faces. You exchange knowing glances with both the men and the women, some of whom you kind of know, others you don’t — but the looks are the same.
“I know what you did last night”.
“I know WHO you did last night.”
Um, no, I’m thinking that most of those who see women walking across the quad on a Sunday don’t actually know who they had sex with, if anyone.
“That sex sucked. But he was hot.”
So again, if a man is crap in bed, women are to blame for not guessing this beforehand?
“I’m never doing this again.”
So as you get home, exhale a breath, disrobe and try to wash the stench from the oddly arousing yet horribly convicting things you did and you allowed another human being to do to you, on you and in you, do you ask:
Is this worth it?
I have a question of my own here: WTF is a “horribly convicting thing?”
Do you have anything more to show for your life than N>10, an STD, recurrent UTIs and probably an abortion in there somewhere?
If you assume that women are defined entirely by the bad casual sex they’ve had, then I guess the answer is “not much.” If you assume that women are actual human beings, like men, free to live the sexual life they want but not defined entirely by it, then I’m guessing the answer is yes.
Manosphere dudes complain (bitterly) when their critics describe them as dudes bitter because they can’t get sex. It’s hard not to describe them as such when they talk about this shit endlessly, and bitterly, on their blogs.
I think this troll has been here before, is not a woman and has in fact been banhammered after an epic meltdown.
David, can you check Jilly please?
@elodie
You don’t need to use the embed code, just use the normal URL and it will automatically embed. Using the embed code for some reason makes it do the opposite :/
And btw, stop using silly arguments like, well what if she was mugged while drunk isn’t that a crime? Very bad analogy girls because she’s not a ready, willing and able participant. And besides, her testimony as to indentification of the mugger would never hold up in count if she was seeing double. So my advice to females who like to drink and pick up strange men is, don’t do it. Your irresponsible behaviour may cause problems for an innocent man. If you want to drink do it at home with your girlfriends.Turn on some music and dance around with them, it’s just like a club. Or is it that you crave male attention because that’s the only reason that I can see for going out.
Oh God, Stepford, sometimes I think that’s their biggest fear…that some women have seen more than one penis in their lives. (“Gasp! What is she compares my penis to someone else’s?” ) Also, they fear women who have had good sex (There’s a lot of insecurity and self-loathing in MRA land. I’d feel sorry for them if they weren’t so hateful). If she’s not used to sexual joy, she just might settle for little to none. I know they have their fingers crossed.
I’m sure that Fruitloops Futrelle is sitting on his blog 24/7 except for the time he takes off to stuff his fat face so he’ll be here to ban anyone who destroys your dopey “arguments”. This is a guy with no male friends so he surrounds himself with female freaks. Have fun.
Actually, a house party is not just like a bar. For one, you don’t have to worry about cops banging on your door because your music is too loud. Nor do you have to worry about pissing off your neighbors with too much noise. AND house parties provide no garentee of not being raped.
Jilly must be a dudebro…..adressing all women as feeeeemales and all. Then assuming we don’t know what consenual sex is. The last sentence was really muddled. I dare someone to diagram it.
Actually it’s like a really bad Hollywood movie! Especially if the “girls” dance around a coffee table.
What a moron with a moron’s argument. Then go to some dyke club if you fear men so much. Although they’d probably groom you and buy you drinks too lol
Yep, Jilly’s a dudebro. Feeeeemale freaks. *Laughter* I’m sure most women dislike you intensely.
Shiraz-the average female couldn’t even find her own clit if a man didn’t show her how. And if you like to diagram sentences go back to 3rd grade. Whenever a female has to rational reply she starts on tis spelling and diagraming bullshit so why don’t you just fuck off moron.
“…they’d groom you…” What the fuck are you talking about?
Or is it that you crave male attention because that’s the only reason that I can see for going out.
Over half my friends are male, when am I allowed to see them? I’ve worked in pubs and gig promotion since I was about 14. I write band reviews as one of my other jobs. I just plain like watching bands. I might hear music I’ve not heard before if I go out. One of my jobs in pubs has been sourcing real ale. I like real ale. I can’t try new real ale in my friend’s living room. I live on the opposite side of town to a lot of my friends. Going out is fun.
Also I’m perfectly fucking entitled to leave the house without fearing being raped.
By the way Pell, which one is it – do women ‘cry rape’ because they regret sex, or do they get raped because they’re irresponsible? You have to pick one shitty idiotic opinion and stick with it, don’t keep shifting within the bloody paragraph.
Here is an image of the females grooming each other.
http://www.sciencenewsforkids.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/Baboon-Groom-prv.jpg
Stupid blockquote in above comment. Anyway, let’s try it again:
IT’S PELL.
So where’s Fruitloops Futrelle? He’s always here in a few minutes to guard his little turf. A stupid failed writer with nothing in life. He looked like a complete fat lower cclass dummy when he got his 30 seonds on that arab net show. Even the girls cut him off haha
Well, Jilly, one presumes that a woman who is raped isn’t a ready, willing, or able participant either. The analogy fits remarkably well, actually. If you are saying a rapist is not likely to be convicted for rape if his victim is drunk, congratulations! You have discovered one of the many problems women and feminists have to deal with when talking about real rates of sexual assault as opposed to reported rates. My advice to men who like to have sex with women too drunk to give proper consent- stop pretending that you are innocent. You aren’t. Let go of that belief you are actually a good guy and it’s this unreasonable restriction that you have to obtain consent before having sex that is the problem, and these women who are just too easy to rape that are at fault- consent isn’t the problem and these women aren’t at fault. Stop getting angry at all these informative campaigns that are taking the time to let you know that what you are doing is rape- these campaigns aren’t the problem. You are the problem. You are at fault and you are committing crimes.
Oh dude, you not going to seriously tell me that finding a woman’s clitoris is high priority for misogynist like you, are you? Yeah sure, and tell me when Elvis gets here.
I’m glad our dear Jabba the Fut harbors no bitterness towards the overwhelming majority of women who don’t find him the least bit attractive.
O malebreasted one, please enlighten us as to what putrid scraps of sexuality you are granted by the few she-beasts who would give you the time of day.
Never mind there are a million and one reasons to go out other than getting male attention, what is wrong with wanting male attention? It’s attention, not a kidney, there is no harm done here, nothing major is happening. How does seeking male attention justify rape?
“Turn on some music and dance around with them, it’s just like a club.”
Oh hey, I haven’t seen “Aunt Jilly’s Depression-Era Tips for People Who Hate Themselves” in a long time. That book is amazing. I love the recipe for DIY cold creams – the one made out of yogurt, stolen manjuices and regrets? Although I’ve got to say, I didn’t understand the recipes for the Cardboard Shoes of Shame.
By the way Pell, which one is it – do women ‘cry rape’ bla bla bla
I don’t give a rat’s arse about this trivial crap. No man will ever be convicted of anything when I’m on a jury. And btw, Elam got the idea from me. I don’t read his blog but I heard about it. I actually began this jury nullification in the 70’s for drug cases but we’ll now extend it to alleged rape.Rape is rare anyway. Real rape rape as Whoopi would say hardly exists. Bullshit false rape is more ccommon. If a female is not a virgin she cannot be raped. All that is is simple battery.
I love how when one troll gets jumped on, another troll magically appears.
Pell is the most hilariously try-hard troll of all time.
Go play in traffic Pell. You’ve crossed the road before, if a car hits you it will be simple bruising.