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 should add that I agree with the rest of you that the sex law in “We” is terrible, and it’s meant to be a dystopia after all.
@Dvärghundspossen
Well, I may be just a big commie, but I also don’t think people should be forced to work at McDonalds or else lose their unemployment insurance. If people want to work at McDonalds it’s one thing, but they shouldn’t have to choose between soul-crushing work and starving.
I’ve been on unemployment before and am now. I haven’t been forced to apply for jobs I do not want. Although I do have to give information on at least 4 places I have contacted to look for work a week.
Having worked at a welfare office before, I could see that happening to people on welfare though under “workfare” programs. In those programs, if you do not find a job within a month, you have to “volunteer”* at an employer in the program to gain job experience.
*voulenteer is in quotes because obviously if the person on welfare does not choose one of the job options given they lose their benefits.
What’s the fun in that?
No, I’m serious. For a lot of johns, the fact that the prostitutes they’re hiring are not consenting, that it’s not safe, etc., is the whole point. I mean, do you really think owly or Meller want to hire someone happy to have sex with them?
Exactly, Nepenthe. Seems to me the whole reason Owly and all too many other MRAs foam at the mouth about the very idea of consent, or of rape being a crime, is that rape is the only thing they’re interested in sexually. Look at Owly’s “Is that a moan of pleasure or pain” comment just before – seems to me that sudden pain during sex you’ve been enjoying would be more like an “Ow!” than a moan, which suggests pain that’s been going on a while, and that in turn (consensual kinks aside) doesn’t suggest a scenario where one person gives a damn about the other. Actually it just sounds like Owly was doing more than just spit on his keyboard at the thought of it. He probably fancies himself as that jackass from Fifty Shades of Shit.
@Myoo: Well, I don’t think you should hound unemployed people around either. We can obviously afford, as a society, having lots of people out of job, since there have been times when unemployment’s been high and yet the economy’s going well. So what’s the point with hounding people like crazy? But even people who a) think we should legalise prostitution and b) do think unemployed people are a lazy bunch that need a blow torch to their arse, always (in my experience) still believe that nobody should be pushed to prostitute zirself if zie doesn’t want to.
And well, I haven’t been unemployed for long, but basically, here in Sweden and with the right-wing parties in charge, they get progressively tougher on you the longer you stay unemployed. Firstly it’s just report every week what jobs you’ve been seeking and get nagged on for not seeking more jobs, but eventually you’ll be more or less forced to do some shit job for no money at all.
Workfare. Is. Evil. Never mind the obvious, like the hours and wages of these low income jobs are shit, making it impossible for a worker to, say, raise a family or increase their skill level to possibly get a better job in the future. Also, these jobs- generally not resume-building material. The reeaaally fucking nasty bit is where they are jobs that any company might have and benefit from, but our tax dollars are paying for them. So the company gets all the benefits of an employee at a discount price and tax payers are guaranteed to continue paying into that employee because there is virtually no reasonable way to advance in these circumstances. Arghlebrlargle angry now.
Yeah, people really value domestic work. The thought, the mere thought of having a system where unemployed moms could conceivably raise some emotionally and physically healthy citizens through a social safety net is so repugnant to people they would rather pay their wages for insanity-makingly rich companies like Mc Donalds to take these people out of the home and away from any possibility of improving their life circumstances.
sunshine: Perhaps you might want to google, “pegging”, and share the results with M. Collard.
Timetravellingfool, that sounds exactly like the situation here in Australia with ‘work for the dole’ – dead-end work, no training, and no more money than the dole itself, which is way below poverty level. Plus of course there are the costs of going to work, so people end up worse off. Exploitation and a punitive attitude. This sort of crap is why the Commonwealth employment agency is the one job I walked out of: it was too horrible to be doing that to people.
This subject interests me greatly. Yes, I was a beta male/”nice guy,” whatever. But after college I changed my life by investing in David DeAngelo’s products thinking that it would solve all of my problems with women: it didn’t. Much to manosphere chagrin, 80% of the women do swing for the fences and pursue and sleep with the top 20% of the (Alpha male) men thinking that these guys will commit to them. Faux pas! I did have my bitterness, anger issues, etc. I’m only human. But after whooping cancer’s ass, it occured to me that the majority of these women are going to be left with very few options which include going back to the Beta Males that they spurned before. And a lot of Betas are not going to accept you ladies 1. Infidelity is highly likely on your part. 2. When you were partying it up with the Alphas, the Beta worked hard, got his degrees and now has money that HE worked for and will not enable you to take it from him in the event of a divorce (most likely initiated by you). 3. He’s not going to take care of your illegitamate children sired by the bad boy because the kids will resent him and the woman will not respect him. Nobody in their right mind would co-sign that.
I’ve already said it: YES, I was the ignored Nice Guy/Beta/Whatever. The lessons learned about women were excruciating. Hated it but I’m glad it happened. As a result, I learned how to be “Cocky and Funny.” I’m a force on the dance floor and a Tom Cat in the sack (because Betas are Passionate Lovers). I also know how to spot one of these women who wasted their lives when they hit on me (Sorry ladies, I’m not having it). And more importantly, I can recognize a QUALITY woman when I see one. Keep your head up, Betas/Nice Guys, there is a light at the end of your teens and 20;s. It’s called your 30’s. Leave ordinary behind and reinvent yourself into a better You. MGTOW.
Peace, [redacted by df].
@Jerald
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_n5E7feJHw0&w=420&h=315%5D
OK, let me try that again
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_n5E7feJHw0&w=420&h=315%5D
Oh, ffs
Jerald, have you considered writing for infomercials? You’ve got that “presentational but still boring somehow” patter down.
(also, is there such a thing as a Gamma male? Can I be that? I wanna be a Gamma male.)
inurashii:
http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090320033609/marvelmovies/images/5/5e/The-hulk-2003.jpg
We have footage of this.
shade:
http://www.myfacewhen.net/uploads/3698-well-played.jpg
Dang, Shade beat me to the Hulk joke.
And wow, he said something so awful David felt he had to redact it.
Holy cow.
@Falconer, it may have contained personal information? Or the n-word I guess.
Wow… I didn’t know I was so alpha. I mean I look at what the dudes who are complaining say, and I think about my life. I compare the bare facts of my life to what they say and fuck… I’m alpha.
What I remember is lots of time wondering why the women I was interested in were, more often than not, interested in someone else.
I also remember the women I knew (some of whom were those same women) being said for the same reason. Sometimes (in a fit of RomCom in everyday life; happened to me once, that I know of) people were were interested in each other failed to make it plain, one to the other.
Then I got more comfortable with being rejected, and a little better at telling people I was interested.
Lo and behold, there were more sexy-times. There were relationships. People had fun. People had heartbreak. The world continued as it always had.
@pecunium — sometimes I wonder whether I am alpha, beta, or omega
And then I remember that I’m a human being
(that said, my observations are similar to yours.)