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 it was a bit more than that. A bit more restraint, just a touch more in the way of wit and he could have been a Meller; even a contender for NWO’s title.
But the desire for glory wasn’t in him…
Call it a Nickle Atom.
Kyn: but if you are a woman and you have a male partner, he is automatically alpha!
No. If he’s not belittling you, and planning to dump you for the next woman he’s not alpha; he’s beta and you are abusing him.
I escaped the “you are a bad person and you should feel bad if you get angry when men grope you and want to retaliate” socialization, but unfortunately that doesn’t take away the knowledge that when I go get angry and retaliate the people around me are likely to think I’m being unreasonable and attempt to shame me for retaliating rather than the guy for groping me. Even if you don’t internalize it (and I didn’t), there’s still the problem of being aware of the social responses women tend to face when we insist on our right to have boundaries and defend them from people who’re intruding upon them.
@Twomoogles and Cassandra that’s exactly what happened to me when I was touched on a subway train. In my mind it was pretty obvious that he’d deliberately rubbed against me on his way past, but I had both the internal (“well maybe the train bucked and he fell”) and the external (“will the other passengers think I’m crazy?”) pressure not to respond, so all I managed to do was glare (and he looked me right in the eye with a smug look on his face, the fucking creep). Two years later and I’m still mad at myself for not objecting more loudly and letting him get away with it (proving once again that there’s no right way for a woman to respond to that shit).
(And for the record, hitting him or shoving back were the furthest thing from my mind, because they meant prolonging the body contact, and all I wanted was for it to stop. Let the “why didn’t she fight back?” crowd ponder that as well).
Ugh, the ‘why didn’t she fight back’ crowd- bad people, all of them. See, everyone imagines that scenario where they’re being violated, and they get angry at the perpetrator in their imagination, and then they imagine they are going to break out their kung-fu skills or grab a phone and take a picture, but if you’re imagining things you get as long to process as you desire, and you are already angry! In real time you don’t process and you are probably surprised, ashamed, scared, all sorts of things. It takes a while for outrage to build if you aren’t raised with the expectation you are allowed to defend your space and safety. Oh, get a load of this guy:
Oh, it goes well beyond being slutty sluts that men won’t desire, ladies. We are, in fact, violating men’s rights by only sleeping with dudes we are attracted to. Because equal amount of sex with women for all straight dudes was written into the constitution or something.
Trying to imagine the kind of sexual socialism MRA’s would put into practice if they could really makes me nauseous. How exactly would that work? And would only the men that are having trouble getting a partner be granted one in this system or the women as well? Although having men and women both forced to have sex with someone they otherwise would not is just equal amounts of awful.
I would however be so for this if we’re talking equal access to food, shelter and health care. Why can’t MRA’s be for that?
I has a sad now. Any kitty videos?
Zanana wrote:
David Collard has responded to this silly assertion of Zanana’s that a woman can bone or screw a man. Warning: there is a picture of a nude woman in his post.
Looks like somebody never heard of strapons.
That’s what dildoes are for sunshine.
And we’ll just totally overlook any other possibility for someone screwing guys because heteronormative sex.
Sunshinemary: you can even screw yourself. You should go try it.
@ xtra- I have to admit, I come here for the making fun of mra portion of this site, not the kitty love so much. But, none the less, I am a fan of this video. I might have got it from here, though: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uo0F1YEYU1U
Wow, sunshinemary, that was a dreadfully inappropriate rebuttal. But let’s just get beyond the patriarchal heteronormative origins of the verb ‘to screw’. Anyone insisting on being loyal to the imagery of laboriously twisting an inanimate piece of metal into an inanimate piece of wood is clearly all in a tizzy over the idea women might have some sense of agency when they have sex. We are stuck with English, English is sexist, we use the words that work. Screwing connotes agency and good times had by the screwer. That’s what women are doing, etymology be damned. As a compassionate human being I recommend you come to terms with the fact there are ladies out there fucking dudes and liking it, despite your disapproval. Worrying about shit that doesn’t concern you gives you wrinkles.
I love Weeping Angel Cat!
@timetravellingfool
“Rant on (directed at the douchenozzle population): If you aren’t a particularly skilled empathizer,”
Only women know how to empathize. the media tells us so every day. Go to any MSM outlet and see.
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“than by all means, feel free to take decades worth of feminist advocacy at face value and fuck right off with your assumptions about how a victim should behave.”
Feminists aren’t exactly known for ever having said anything truthful or of value.
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“It’s two thousand fucking twelve,”
And women still act like pampered, spiled children.
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“no one is trying to trick you into thinking you have to get consent because they think it’s fun for a laugh, your actions are hurting others.”
Apparently it is all for shits and giggles. Watch how aroused I can get a man then watch me smack him down for being aroused. Pretty fun stuff.
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“Make the minimal amount of effort it would take to ask ‘say, you don’t appear to be into this right now, do you want me to stop’, and stop fucking moaning that all this consent nonsense is tricky and it’s a goddamn herculean effort to ask a woman if she wants to keep going.”
How often to ask during sex? Every 2 seconds? Is that a moan of pleasure or pain? Do you want pleasure and pain? Too bad men don’t have an on/off switch like a vibrator so as to better to please a woman on command.
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“And, for the love of god, when someone is expending the time and effort to teach you exactly how goddamn easy it is not to rape a person just fucking listen and do it- don’t join a fucking pity party of other guys who hate the modicum of effort it makes to ensure you aren’t a fucking felon and behave like a person with a minimal amount of compassion and humanity.”
Of course the definition of rape is really anything at all. A woman can, by defintion of law, fill a man with alcohol, drag his barely concious body into bed, ride him like alydar, and still claim she was raped. Depending on each state’s statute of limitations, a woman can claim rape years or decades after she had sex with a man. A woman can willingly and enthusiastically have sex with a man, and at any time during or afterwards decide to call it rape under current law. All sex is rape under current law.
@Sunshine Mary
I saw this and thought of what you wrote.
<3
@Sunshine
That “article” consists of a pic of a naked woman, with the sentence, “She is clearly made to be screwed, not to screw” or some such nonsense. Are you really that stupid? Or are you just trolling? Either way, fuck off.
“Worrying about shit that doesn’t concern you gives you wrinkles.”
If that’s true, Sunshine Mary must look like this:
http://www.photoshopatoms.com/photo-effects/removing-wrinkles-in-photoshop-cs5/
Hahahaha, I think we must have actually pissed Susie Sunshine off if we were enough to get her to post something like that, rather than her typical “I’m just so worried your life will be devoid of meaning or purpose if you don’t submit to a man and be his vessel right away!” schtick.
@ nwo slave- Was that supposed to be a rebuttal of sorts? Never mind the bit about the popular media being sexist (gasp, ya don’t say!), the really cute bit is where you pretend this consent thing is sooooo confusing.
You make sure your partner is into it. Period. If she doesn’t appear to be into it, you had better ask. What I especially love is the part where you liken the idea of getting consent as being some sort of sex toy for women without even a shred of irony. Dude, if the woman isn’t enjoying sex with you, aren’t you, in effect, treating her like a toy? In addition to keeping you from committing a felony, getting consent has the added bonus of making sure both partners are getting something positive from the situation. (pro-tip- this is a good thing for people who don’t hate the people they are banging).
Also, by the definition of the law, I can claim you robbed my house, ate my cat, said mean things to my mom, etc, all within the statute of limitations. People can falsely accuse other people of things. It is just one more crime that human beings are capable of. However, there isn’t a crime out there where people have payed such long and loud attention to the possibility of false accusation as they have with the accusation of rape. Considering how many falsely accused men are in jail and possibly on death row for murder in the united states, you think that would get a hell of a lot more attention from MRA’s. But no- rape is special because it is a crime of power most commonly committed by a man against a woman.
And rather than find ways to deal with the significantly smaller but real percentage of men who are, in fact, sexually assaulted by women and who have no place to go, the MRM spends their time using those male victims as ammunition in their constant barrage of thinly disguised misogynistic backlash because they resent every inch of progress women have made towards improving their status. They resent it because they are being forced give up their hitherto unnoticed privilege. This time, men now have to take an active role in stopping rape by paying attention to what they are doing. Rather than going ‘ok, this is new to me, but it’s relatively easy to make sure my partner is into this sex, and i can stop if she isn’t’, they moan about how it is just so unfeasible and confusing! Like they have never had an adult conversation in their lives. If it is truly beyond you to make sure your partner wants to have the sex you are having with her, easy fix- don’t have sex. Simple. Sex with other adults is not a right, it’s a privilege. Not being raped is a right. here’s the math- if you are incapable of getting consent, you don’t get to have sex. If you want to engage in adult relationships I recommend you grow the fuck up and take some goddamn responsibility.
@NWO
You do know that
1) Nobody here takes anything you say seriously, or finds it even remotely coherent.
2) Our opinion of you is so low, you could write anything, and it wouldn’t alter our opinion of you in the least.
3) Most of us scan your posts and don’t really read them because they are too stupid.
Have a nice day!
I wouldn’t have figured you were into that.
@ Sunshinemary
What an impressive counter argument! You can count me in as a convert to your twisted way of thinking!
Off topic, David Collard manages to spew tons of personal anecdotes about his sex life out into the internet and all of his creepy stories make his wife seem like a blow up doll. Maybe he is the first wave of MGTOW because in my head I can’t fathom how his “wife” could be a real person.
@timetravellingfool
“People can falsely accuse other people of things.”
Yes, but, for other crimes, say murder, there must be a body, proof, ect. Theft needs an item that is missing, possibly found at the residence of the accused. Rape however, requires only a four letter word as all the proof that’s needed. The word rape is a womans swiss army knife, it’s good for every occasion.
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“However, there isn’t a crime out there where people have payed such long and loud attention to the possibility of false accusation as they have with the accusation of rape. Considering how many falsely accused men are in jail and possibly on death row for murder in the united states, you think that would get a hell of a lot more attention from MRA’s.”
The number of men in prison for being falsely accused of murder as oppossed to rape is infintesimal. You must be joking. It’s like the difference between diamonds and grains of sand. Sexual harrassment/sexual assault are the number #1 false accusations, more than every other false accusation combined, squared and squared again. To get a man fired, ostracized from society or imprisoned requires any woman to utter four letters. R.A.P.E. That’s all it takes, nothing more.
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“And rather than find ways to deal with the significantly smaller but real percentage of men who are, in fact, sexually assaulted by women and who have no place to go, the MRM spends their time using those male victims as ammunition in their constant barrage of thinly disguised misogynistic backlash because they resent every inch of progress women have made towards improving their status.”
Significantly smaller? Since the very defintion of rape means penetration, women are off the hook from the word go. Correct? Unless they sodomize as well. A woman can have sex with a man who is drunk and passed out and only she can be the victim of rape even though the man is unconcious. Of course the massive amount of men being raped by gay men in and outside of prisons are different story. Yet they also fall under the protection of the feminist umbrella.
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The fact is all women are liars. Every women lies. That’s a fact. Yet when a woman cries sexual assault we’re supposed to take that as gospel truth? I mean we have videos of women lying about rape to get out of paying cab fares, to wanting to get attention from their husbands. The list of reasons go from wanting a raise, child custody to not finishing your homework to no reason at all. The list of reasons to lie and the gains to be had for lying about sexual assault are endless, since the false accuser is always kept safe and anonymous, what reason is there not to lie?
Feminists are the most proficient liars on the planet. The feminist lie that 1 in 4 women are sexually assaulted on college campus is a classic example. Everyone here is a feminist. Everyone here is a proficient liar. Any word spoken by a feminist must be considered to be a lie. Every word you’ve written is a lie.
This sentence is a lie.
Including your sister and niece, right?