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.
See, I don’t think anyone on this forum disagrees with respecting basic civil liberties, but somehow I think you’re going to implement that as “no one gets prosecuted for rape ever.”
…People who drink regularly are more likely to lie? Citation needed.
Feminists, at least all the ones I know and have ever heard of, care about “intoxicated dingbats” for the simple reason that they are people too. They do not have less rights than other people and they do not matter less than other people.
“Authentic love” does not entail treating other people with contempt. Love and contempt are not compatible. You did a good job of describing authentic douchebaggery, though.
Well, there are many women who wants children but don’t get them, for a number of reasons. It might be because you’re infertile, and going to a sperm bank won’t solve that. It might be that your husband is infertile, but you want children specifically with him. It might be that the two of you just aren’t compatible, so he can’t impregnate you. Being obese increases the risk of being infertile, and obesity is more common now than it used to be. Waiting until you have children also increases the risk. However, it doesn’t FOLLOW from this that all women who want children some day should try to get pregnant when they’re 25. Maybe people nowadays are more concerned with finding the right person before they get children, whilst in the past, it was more common to marry the first guy who came along. If so, I think that’s a good thing, and more people who want children being childless might be a price worth paying.
And you know, one can be unvoluntarily single DESPITE being a good girl. As I’ve said before, my sister was always “a good girl” and just recently found the right man (in her thirties), while I was a complete slut and married the love of my life at 24. And as has already been pointed out, if you yourself is okay with causal sex you wouldn’t want to marry a slut-shaming man anyway. Even if, statistically speaking, your chances of getting married are higher if you “stay good”, you might prefer being single to being married with a guy whose values you don’t share. I certainly do.
And yeah, I’ve walked home in the morning many times in high heels and a miniskirt (but no sperm in my hair, thankyou very much), but frankly, I never thought of that as a “walk of shame”. I’d be on the phone next day with my slutty friends and we’ll talk over last nights escapades in a thouroughly light-hearted manner. Imagine!
Sure, I’m happier now when I’m married to Mr Right than I was being single and slutting around, but that’s no relevant comparison. I mean, I couldn’t be married to Mr Right before I had gotten to know him, so at the time I was slutting around that was not an alternative option. The relevant comparison would be between slutting around and being single and celibate. Would I have been happier single and celibate than single and slutting around? Hardly! Because SLUTTING AROUND IS FUN!
Sorry, typo. It shouldn’t be “waiting until you have children also increases the risk”, but “waiting to a higher age until you try having children also increases the risk [that you’re gonna remain childless]”. The former sentence doesn’t make any sense… forgive me, this isn’t my mother tongue.
Chuckee, you’re sadly misinformed. Pigs, intoxicated or not, are a lot LESS likely to lie, given as they don’t actually talk. I’m sorry to be the one to break it to you, but Babe and Charlotte’s Web were works of fiction.
For serious, you’re using the word “pig” to describe a woman you have such contempt for you can’t even think of her as human. There are two huge flaws here:
1. You have no workable operational definition of what constitutes a “pig”, so it’s essentially a meaningless term.
2. The fact that you are contemptuous of a woman says nothing about her character. All anyone on this thread knows about you is that you sound like a sexist jerk, and sexist jerks are contemptuous towards many woman who are really excellent people. The fact that you like to refer to women as pigs says a lot more about your character than it ever could about theirs.
In sum? You’re trying to say “women I don’t approve of because of undisclosed reasons are more likely to lie”, which is a completely unsupported assertion.
“rape, at its worst (presuming that on the odd occasion she failed to enjoy it), has all the impact of a bad-hair day”
@chuckeedee
I am just entering the fray to tell you that you area despicable human being and the scum of the earth.
Over and out.
P.S. May giant hungry rats eat you by day and by night.
Chuck, take your rape apologism, slut shaming, misogyny, straw-feminists and all your other unsurprisingly ‘faux-quirky misanthrope on the internet’ character defects, put them in your little red wagon of hate, and fuck the fuck off. When you’ve done that, fuck off some more. Then fuck off a bit further. In fact, just carry on fucking off until you reach the edge of the universe, then keep fucking off.
You’re a reprehensible skidmark on the underpants of humanity, and I’d lobby to have you reclassified as some kind of plague bacterium, BUT THEY HAVE MORE ENDEARING PERSONALITIES THAN YOU BECAUSE THEY DON’T EQUATE RAPE TO ‘BAD HAIR DAYS’, you fucking evil shitpuppet.
some of us understand all too well that you are not as happy as you say you are
Wait, did chuckedee just make a false consciousness argument? Who knew he was secretly a Marxist radfem, deep down?
I did not use the word “people”. I used the word “pig”, and for a reason. The word pig carries a number of connotations. Irresponsible, imoral, liar, etc. Now granted, it’s debatable whether or not intoxicated people are more likely to lie than sober people. But the word “pig” eliminates the ambiguity. Pigs come in many forms, and because you can never be too certain which person who makes allegations is going to be a pig, you need the safeguards that have, at one time, been enshrined in the US constitution. Or are you suggesting that women are inherently good and virtuous and should be trusted, simply because they are women? You don’t think that there are women who are pigs?
Whirlwitch partly gets it. My use of the word “pig” is indeed a loaded term that I apply to people who are implicitly contemptible, in exactly the same way that feminists use the word “misogynist” to portray all men as inherently contemptible. Pigs also have rights, as do misogynists, but they are also more likely to lie and misrepresent the evidence. Ipso facto, an intoxicated pig along with the person she accuses should both be held to the same standards of evidence and fairness as everyone else. A pig is a pig, but her rights do deserve to be respected, as do her responsibilities.
Irrespective of whether you use the word pig or criminal, are you suggesting that a pig or criminal is as likely to lie as anyone else? Are you suggesting that I should withhold judgement, irrespective of a person’s prior history? Criminal records are recorded for a reason. Pigs may not have formal records, but they do have attitudes and behaviors upon which they can and should be judged.
@chuckeedee
Huge, giant, HUNGRY rats with a virulent flesh eating bacteria living on their teeth.
Sigh. Chuckeedee, meet Tom Martin. He likes to say “whore”. Tom Martin, meet Chuckeedee. He likes to say “pig”. You two kids have fun, but for the love of fuck do it quietly and/or far away.
Also, I’m curious as to which part of Deti’s post Mary found so “moving”. Was it the gleefully lurid descriptions of venereal disease, or the bit about ejaculating on women’s breasts? Perhaps she could read it out at her next prayer meeting.
This has been another queasy edition of “What The Fuck Is Wrong With People?”, courtesy of the Manboobz trolls.
I use ‘misogynist’ to describe misogynists, not men. Some men are misogynist, but not all men.
In fact, most of the men I know are kind, gentle, and respectful of women.
I think I have solved the mystery of Why Chuckadee Can’t Find True Love. (Hint: it is not his initial hypothesis that he is just too awesome at being an alpha stud.)
@Historophilia
Rats are too nice and intelligent to eat something so toxic.
Um, Chuck-a-douche….piss off.
You seem truly vile. The fact that you think feminists accuse all men of misogyny just makes you a boring cliche as well.
@thenatfantastic
Maybe they could be Feminists Rats who are willing to make the sacrifice for the cause?
@Shiraz
I like that name for him. May I suggest one that takes it a step further?
Chuck-up-douche
As in Chuck-up meaning to vomit in case that’s a Brittacism which is unfamiliar to anyone.
Intoxicated pig, huh? Nice. I don’t suppose you notice all the men who also drink, especially college aged men. Now here’s a question- why is a woman who got drunk (intoxicated pig is something of a misnomer, even leaving the pig part- women tend not to report their rape while still intoxicated) any more likely to lie than a man who got drunk?
@ Historophilia.
*chuckle* 🙂
As odd as it is to be saying this, that’s an insult to vomit.
Yes Cassandra, but you can’t word play “pond scum” into the name Cuckadee.
Whoops…chuckadee, not cuckadee. *Laughing*
OK, it’s offical — it’s way too early here and I’m giddy as hell. I think I better have some coffee.
I mean, vomiting serves a purpose in that people often feel better after they do. Just reading chuckie’s comments online makes me feel like I need to go shower in bleach, so I can only imagine what encountering him irl is like.
CassandraSays, from my own slightly strange uni experiences I do not advise using bleach for personal hygiene. It stings like hell.