Uh oh! Do I sense a manosphere civil war coming on? Over on MGTOWforums, some of the regulars are spitting mad at A Voice for Men. In a thread with the lovely title “So it begins: AVfM diluted by cuntspeak,” the MGTOWer calling himself fairi5fair takes aim at a recent post by – get this! – a woman on AVFM.
Not only that, but a woman who suggests that maybe MRAs spend too much time talking about female “hypergamy.” For the uninitiated, that’s a word that means “the practice of marrying into an equal or more prestigious social group or caste,” but that in the overheated imaginations of angry manosphere dudes has come to mean “all women are filthy lying golddigging whores who will ruthlessly exploit poor beta males and betray them by sleeping with any alpha male who wanders by, also by the way I hate women.”
Never mind that the woman in question writing on AVFM – Aimee McGee – is a thoroughly reactionary FeMRA sort who does indeed think that the manosphere version of hypergamy really is a thing, and who simply questions the strategic utility of bringing it up all the time. Evidently the MGTOWforums can’t stand even that teensy bit of criticism from someone with a vagina.
And so they let loose, at Ms. McGee and at AVFM for allowing her a platform. Linking to her AVFM piece, fairi5fair declares that it’s
a prime example of what happens when you let some women stick their fingers in your men’s rights pie. …
Fuck you, Aimee Mcgee. No, the MRM should absolutely educate young men about how hypergamy works and has worked for thousands of years so that they can protect themselves from exploitation….
So, Aimee McGee, you can go pound sand. The last thing we need is some dumb cunt backseat driving the MRM right into the mealy-mouthed gutter.
Others join in the attack. Bob is aghast that anyone would criticize his sacred right to badmouth women for being ruthless exploiters of hapless men.
The knowledge of hypergamy and it’s many implications is one of the most essential ingredients of the Red Pill. …
Without understanding hypergamy, you don’t understand why every fucking thing that 99.999% (conservatively) of women say and do is a lie.
To fail to teach a young man the dangers of hypergamy – and to condemn the women who fail to control their own hypergamy, as traditions used to do – is prepare young boys for butchery.
He follows these remarks with a quotation from Ayn Rand, evidently not seeing the GIGANTIC IRONY of doing that.
The Great One accuses Ms. McGee herself of hypergamy:
Yep, I skimmed the B.S. and it is just yet another female that is with a man being put through the court system by an ex. It amazing how quickly they change their tune when all the cash that their man could be spending on them suddenly disappears due to alimony and child support going to an ex. …
They can go from radical feminist to supporter of men’s rights at the drop of a hat when it suddenly suits their needs. These females will also go right the hell back to feminist when they think that feminism is going to get them what they want. …
Yet another thanks to the mods for keeping the estrogen away from this place. They just gotta stick their goofy giraffe heads in every fish bar.
No
, I have no idea what that last sentence means either. [See below for an illustration of what this might look like.]
Speaking of complete incoherence, I Live for me not “WE” pops into the discussion to offer an angry little rant that contains this bit of wisdom:
Nature makes them grab a cotton plug every month but not all of them are deranged psychos when they do. Some are just bloated and irritable.. Some suddenly cry..Some are incredibly horny and I always found that disgusting but its NATURE.
Shade47 makes clear that he prefers his Men’s Rights movement women-free:
AVfM is an extreme disappointment.
They failed to observe history and let a woman enter their group. Now they are going to become history. Another statistic created by some miscellaneous attention whore. Chumps …
I will never support a MRA group that allows women to have a voice.
BusterMcFriendly suggests that FeMRAs are only in it for MRA badboy cock. No, seriously:
[T]he MRM are nothing but counter-cultural badboys. Don’t be fooled. Women in the MRM are just trying to hook an MRM superstar. I bet John the Other has marriage proposals on a weekly basis. Good God! Women are so stupid.
Obmon is outraged that any woman would dare try to speak for men:
The point of MGTOW is that they recognize the fact that ALL women LIE. They lie to get what they want. They lie to invade spaces meant for men. They lie to convince us that they are NAWALT. They lie to show us that they agree just so they can take over the argument. They lie so they can lie in the future. … Like a child doing something nice for mommy so he can tell her later that he broke her favorite vase.
A WOMAN SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO SPEAK FOR MEN. EVER. PERIOD. END OF DISCUSSION.
Only a woman would try to minimize the truth about Hypergamy. Hypergamy is THE reason for the state of the justice system, relationships, etc. EVERYTHING a woman does will ultimately lead to hypergamy.
DruidV launches into a blistering attack on AVFM and its star FeMRA, the blabby Canadian videoblogger who calls herself Girl Writes What:
I used to really enjoy that place [AVFM] but now it’s just like the NFL locker room. Cunts everywhere, stinking up the joint, blathering on like they understand anything other than their own miserable hypergamy. I knew right where AVFM was heading, the very first time I saw an article either ghost written or not, by GWW and friends asking (paraphrased): “What’s in the MRM for women?”
As if this question in and of itself wasn’t egregiously disgusting enough, her nebulously not surprising answer seemed to be “My boyfriend, my boyfriend, my boyfriend!!!!” which was then promptly golf-clapped into acceptance by the usual suspects. Christ, this bitch can’t get thru 2 sentences without having to remind us all that some mangina is properly kissing her glorious, grrrrl powered ass. Also, she seems to really want to be “the tits of the Men’s movement”, or some other such xx inspired tripe like that. …
These pathetic xxs like Asshole McGee, GWW and other xx “friends”, who are only just now jumping on the MRM bandwagon out of sheer desperation at seeing feminazism’s exposure and collapse and since they can easily see what lies ahead for themselves personally, are only interested in saving their own asses and being on the winning team. You can bet your ass these xxs would dump the MRM in a fucking heartbeat for feminazism, or anything else, that might possibly be able to do anything about the perfectly understandable backlash against xxs today. Makes me fucking sick to my core, and I already have a gut full of femallian treachery. …
Fuck you very much, Bitchface McGee, “Dr” Elam and all the rest of you grovelling AVFM idiots, who are still too fucking clueless to ever admit to yourselves or anyone else; AWALT! Take your fucking balls out of GWW’s purse and give these cunts the boot, FFS. That, or watch your male membership numbers dwindle to next to nothing as all teh menz head on over here, where ours is not now, nor ever to be co-opted by cunts. …
P.S. Maybe we can all pitch in and send AVFM some pink doilies, soaps and throw rugs for their clubhouse toilet.
There are several more pages of comments that follow, but, honestly, nothing quite tops that one.
EDITED TO ADD: Intrepid Man Boobz commenter Myoo has drawn us this excellent picture of what a giraffe sticking its goofy head in a fish bar might look like. 
Also, doesn’t vegemite + warm water = alcohol?
We visited the old museum a few times when I was very little. About all I remember is the Coles Arcade (?) mechanical men, stuffed gorillas, biplane hanging from the ceiling, pharlap and the bloody great pendulum. I’ve seen the gorillas and pharlap at the new one, but what happened to the pendulum?
I’m from NSW.
And what about chalk lollies? I haven’t seen any for a long time (not since the heady days of buying ‘mixed lollies’, and googling gives me no love. Several articles even try to claim that chalk lollies are the same as musk sticks. I DON’T THINK SO!
Don’t remember chalk lollies. Were they like Fags (now Fads)?
My guess is the pendulum would be in storage. I can’t remember if it broke or there was some health and safety issue about it. It had long gone by the time I was working there; the space was occupied by a whopping great statue of Mercury instead. I loved the Museum as it was when we were kids. Phar Lap’s about the only thing left on display from then. The best stuff is all in storage (apart from the growing collection of replica dinosaur skeletons).
I read a great (borrowed) line about Phar Lap in Black Caviar’s biography the other day – “He lived fast, died young and left a beautiful corpse for the generations to worship at the Melbourne Museum.”
That does seem to be the case!
Just please tell me that the frog patty cakes are not actually made of frog? :-p
Nope. they looked like chalk, but only about 5cm long. Came in lots of pale chalky colours. The texture looked very similar to how Edinburgh Castle rock does, but much harder. A lot like real chalk. I don’t know why I loved it so. Maybe it’s because I can’t get it anymore. Contrary I am.
Kim, are you sure you weren’t eating real chalk? 😉
“Like the liquid gets into this chalk”
“Er, yuck, it’s all soggy!’
@Polliwog – nope, not even frogs’ legs! 😀 I’ve never eaten a frog patty cake but my guess is the frog figure would be icing.
Frog patty cakes – put a bit too much batter in the paper, so it cooks up in a lump, ice the lump green, add those little silver ball things for eyes. So, not all that much like frogs, really.
Last time I saw Pharlap, he was in his own little U-shaped room lined with red velvet so a queue of admirers could shuffle past, like Lenin’s tomb. Made us laugh.
Yup, that’s how he was last time I saw him. I didn’t think much of the arrangement either, there’s no room to step back and see him properly. So, you’ve been to the new building up in Carlton Gardens, then? What did you think of it?
I’ve been there a few times. Usually they are in the middle of changing some display or other. I liked the indoor forest, and the computer (is it called CSIRAC or something?), and the dinosaurs and the birds collected by Darwin (and the kid who said “but they’re all dead!”) but mostly it was a nostalgia trip, to see what I remembered from childhood visits. I like how they have lots of things for kids to touch and play with, even some near floor level for babies.
I haven’t been there for years, except in passing to use the loos. I saw a fair bit of it during the move, and I’ve heard about the running of it from friends still there, but I wouldn’t spend cash on it these days. They do get some marvellous travelling exhibitions in, but I much prefer old-fashioned museums, with less emphasis on technology and information that’s aimed at adults rather than “bright twelve year olds”. I’d really rather see the old museum displays – the planes and coaches and cars and medals and coins and arms and armour. They don’t even have curators of numismatics and arms and armour now, they drove them out. The curator of arms and armous was one cool guy (passed over some years ago) – he was ex SAS and used to let me have a look around the storage areas sometimes.
And he wrote me a letter of introduction to the keeper of firearms at the Tower of London, too. 🙂
Ah well, I’m a pensioner, so I get in for free. Well worth the cost 😉 I think I see what you mean about the whizz-bangs. You can get pics and models and animations etc on the internet or anywhere. The appeal of the museum is to see the real, actual, thing.
Mum laughed at me the first time I saw Saturn through a telescope and said “It looks just like the pictures!”. I was so used to seeing ‘enhanced’ or ‘artists impression’ astronomy pictures, that I expected the real thing to be less dramatic.
Seeing the real thing – aye, that’s the draw!
milk comes in bags in Canada.
Well I didn’t think I’d ever post here. However I can help Dave on the milk bar thing. It’s basically a convenience store like a petrolgas station without the petrol pumps. Some states in Australia call them milk bars. (Victoria for one I believe.) Other states (including mine call them delis (abbrev. of delicatessen) Since this term means “fine foods” apparently, it often doesn’t really apply to the garbage sold in these locations.
Well guess I’ll leave you guys to do what you do. Hope that helped though.