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.
It occurs to me that maybe there’s a connection between a man being completely unable to empathise with women and being completely unable to successfully impersonate one.
You know, just a thought.
Pell, what is it with your obsession with David?
Dammit, Pell, don’t bring the Meow Mix song into this; I love that song!
What the everloving FUCK is this? Chuckeedee, I always thought you were crap at humanity, thanks for proving it. BTW, pigs have more going for them than you ever will.
Pell really needs to stop.
Pell has patients? Humans in his care? Evidence there needs to be stricter regulations on who is hired in care-giving professions, but everyone knew that anyway.
Somehow I don’t think up-chuck has ever seen a live pig in his life. In my brief time working with them I found pigs to be kind of cute in their own smelly way. They are curious, kind of affectionate and smart. I suggest up-chuck go work on a farm for awhile and see what real pigs are like. I would much rather be called a pig than an MRA.
Shorter chuckeedee:
“Only bad people get raped. How do we know they’re bad? They were raped. EASY PEASY.”
Victim blaming at its finest.
And Historophilia, I think the term you are looking for is ROUS.
Anyhoo, I’m off to Calgary. Talk to y’all later.
@thenatfantastic
ManJiggles is constantly disparaging the sexual behaviour of others while remaining silent about his own. If he feels entitled to mock his betters, his own sex life (or lack therof) is fair game.
Rape is not a ‘sexual behaviour’, Truthy, nor is any MRA better than any other human being – certainly, it’s the inverse.
Pics or GTFO.
@An Inconvenient Truth
His betters! Hah! You owe me a key board. Whooee, that elicited a spit-take.
Re: appropriate consumers of flesh
Komodo dragons carry poisonous bacteria in their teeth, are enormous, and–as reptiles–probably don’t give a flying fuck about the flavor of their food.
LOL, “his betters”.
Double LOL at “his betters.” It’s cute when our trolls try to act all superior and shit.
Truthy is the one who thinks that a PUA revolution is going to change the world for the better, right?
A Convenient Lie misspelled rapists and rape apologists, as well as stating a lie, as usual.
I will fix that for him, because I am a superior person. (not hard to be superior to a liar and a rape apologist)
“If he feels entitled to mock rapists and rape apologists, his own sex life (or lack therof) is not fair game.”
You are welcome.
In all the horribleness that is Pell, I think the saddest part is when he starts LOLing at his own “jokes”. You almost have to pity a man who thinks Cat Joke #35584 and ‘lol u like Betty Friedan’ are the height of wit.
@Sunshinemary:
So let me get this straight: in your ideal world, men are free to sleep around (at least until marriage, because sleeping around totally doesn’t ruin them for family life), but women remain chaste until the wedding night? I realize you haven’t had much training in how to, you know, think, but trust me, this doesn’t make a lick of sense. If all women are wearing chastity belts, where are these blokes sowing their wild oats, exactly? In the bedrooms of passive-aggressive, sexually unsatisfied housewives, perhaps? Or is the sexual satisfaction of males — the highest goal in the Universe, apparently — going to depend on a steady supply of “sluts” that you are so gleefully denouncing? Or slaves from the Third World?
You lie to those women, and you aren’t doing it “out of love”, you are doing it out of the most perverse (and, I might add, decidedly un-Christian) schadenfreude, and for the sake of your giant ego. It’s a well-known fact that educated women who are financially secure are nearly as likely to marry than as those who are uneducated and incapable of supporting themselves — and in fact, marriage rates among the latter category of women are falling, while those in the prior category are rising. So, these educated “careerist” women are outstripping your kind, and fast, is what I’m saying. At the same time, educated career women are more likely than others to report satisfaction in marriage. Also, it’s a well-known fact that educated women who marry later in life have lower rates of divorce than their younger, less educated counterparts. Indeed, a woman’s age at first marriage is the most powerful predictor of the likelihood that her marriage will last: the younger she is, the worst her prospects are.
“Hunt for a husband”, really? The only “game” such a sport yields is men who have to be dragged to the altar feet first. Naturally, they make distant fathers and horrible husbands. Lucky for you, you don’t realize that, because you haven’t really lived.
I’m pretty new here but I’ve already witnessed two full-on Pelltdowns. They’re kind of fascinating. He starts out with specious, weak, but still coherent and understandable arguments. He defends them almost rationally for one or two comments.
I guess he gets frustrated after that, because the veneer frays and he starts slinging awkwardly constructed ad hominems and MRA slurs. By the time someone pegs him, he is pretty much beyond human language.
It’s just really interesting. I wonder what kind of mental condition causes that kind of behavior.
Someone once described the ManBoobz faithful as “aspies who see rape everywhere due to having more daddy issues than Fatherhood Weekly.”
Thank you for validating this.
Haha making fun of a movment that explicitly wants to legalize rape is actually about NOT wanting to see rape everywhere.
Also, nice ableism. You truly are a human rights movement for the ages.
I’m pretty sure we’re entering round 5000 of the “Just because we talk about wanting rape to be legal in plain language, doesn’t mean you should assume that we actually want rape to be legal” game.
Uh-huh, sure. Kind of like the MRM’s Mommy and projection issues.
Someone once described [people I disagree with] as [something unflattering and off-base] due to [my wild speculations].
Thank you[, my traumatic upbringing,] for [instilling me with unshakeable confirmation bias].
FTFY.