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. 
LOL I love it – Magpie’s Memoires! (If you were Victorian we could do serious alliteration with Magpie’s Milkbar Memoires.)
The animal-bottle cordial rings very vague bells, but I can’t call ’em clearly to mind. I managed to escape the milk at school because Mum said I wasn’t to be made to drink it. I can’t remember if I’d said something or she’d seen what state it was in, but I know I’ve hated plain milk ever since. Drinking chocolate, cocoa, milk in tea or coffee or on cereal, great, but on its own? Yuck!
I never tried those teeth lollies. What on earth was their flavour? I did try the occasional banana, though they were a bit sickly. My favourites were probably freckles, which seem to have made a comeback. Speaking of hundreds-and-thousands, what’s with “fairy bread”? When did it start gettng called that? It was always just hundreds and thousands in my day. ::stamps walking cane on floor::
It’s always been fairy bread!!!! But what do you call it with jelly crystals instead of hundreds-and-thousands? Teeth are mint flavoured. Bananas are horrible. Freckles, milkybuds, strawberries-and-cream.
Oh, and green frog patty cakes. They were never called cupcakes back in our day …. (falls asleep in rocking chair)
Erm, there’s other ways to get milk other than plastic bags? Or cartons, but who wants overpriced milk?
Pillowinhell – where are you that you can get milk in bags?
::adjusts crocheted rug over knees, waves walking cane aggressively:: Foreigners! New South Welshpersons! It’s hundreds and thousands, I say!
I’ve never known it with jelly crystals, so I don’t know what it’s called.
Teeth mint flavoured is just such a surreal thought. I always thought they looked a bit gross. It’d be like eating toothpaste-flavoured dentures.
Cupcakes I’d scarcely heard of until the current craze for the things. The green frog patties are familiar, though I don’t think I ever ate them. A cake shop in my last suburb used to sell all those sorts of kids’ cakes, and that’s only going back about six-seven years. I remember some very deformed-looking radioactive-green frogs in their counter.
Milk used to be in glass bottles, a pint or a half pint (I think that was the size of the school ones). The plastic bag thing never seems to have happened here. It went from glass bottles to cartons to plastic bottles or cartons. The plastic bottles are pricier than the equivalent size cartons here.
Now, how can we gross out our American friends with a discussion of Vegemite? ::laughs evilly::
eat vegemite out of the jar with a spoon
The milk in bags was only delivered by the postie, out of town – abbout 10 miles in a hot car. he did bread too. Nowadays he won’t even deliver the paper! Truly it was a golden age when we were 8 years old. (this applies however old you are now.)
You win! 😀 I couldn’t manage that. I like my Vegemite spread thin over lots of butter on toast.
Mind you I’ve had kitties who’d go head first into the jar given half a chance.
In the UK a fairy cake is kind of like a small cupcake, but plain/vanilla flavored, and without the pound of icing on top that American cupcakes tend to have.
Butterfly cakes?
Have to admit, vegemite on a spoon makes my pulse pound in my ears, and I feel a bit faint. But sometimes you get a craving, you know?
Teh POWER of VEGEMITE!
I just remembered a Vegemite story that really is probably too gross to share … ah, the joys of working in a museum.
Tell the gross story, just post a kitteh vid with it. Problem solved!
I live in Canada. Land of the feminist hellhole strong and free.
I suppose it was too much too ask that I wouldn’t break any of those blockquotes.
LOL!
Okay – when I worked years’n’years ago at the Museum of Victoria, I had the job for a while of preparing skeletons for the Mammalogy collection. The trick was to take the internal organs out but leave a fair bit of meat on the bones, then put them in a roomfull of dermestid beetles. Those beetles and their larvae (furry caterpillars) were carnivorous and did a better job of really cleaning the bones than humans could.
But the bodies I was cleaning had been frozen for years, and when they were thawed out, sometimes the beetles would turn their beetly little noses up at them. When that happened, the trick was to make the remains more attractive by soaking them in a bucket of warm water with several spoonfulls of Vegemite thrown in.
Health food of a nation, that stuff.
Now this video is a hoot …
http://youtu.be/z5rXLZfsJT0
That’s our primary goal in naming everything!
Please note – the Aussia naming for lulz technique is of limited effectiveness if there are Brits in the audience.
How so, Cassandra – ‘cos it’s close enough to understand rather than baffle, or ‘cos it’s complete gibberish? 😀
There are only a few Aussie names for things that a Brit wouldn’t know. The only thing on Polliwog’s list that I’m not familiar with is “freckles” – the rest of it, other than frog-shaped patty cakes, exists in the UK too. I grew up scattering hundreds and thousands on fairy cakes with my Mum! In North Africa, because you can take a Brit out of the islands, but you can’t take the familiar idioms out of the Brit.
Brilliant kitteh video.
So, when you walk through the park, and look through those windows into the underground lairs of the museum people, and the rooms are full of insects – that’s what they are for!?!
No wonder they keep you all underground, behind glass 🙂
Freckles are chocolate buttons covered with (you guessed it) hundreds and thousands.
I thought that’d be the case! I think Australian English is much closer to English English than US English is. Our rhyming slang is pretty much lifted straight from Cockney, for instance (though sadly it’s pretty much dying out, at least in the cities). I tend to use a lot of English phrases because I’ve watched almost exclusively UK telly most of my life.
Speaking of which, anyone watching the new series of New Tricks? It was pretty cool seeing Susannah Harker, aka Jane Bennett from THE series of Pride and Prejudice, in it the other night. 🙂
LOL Magpie, that was pretty much it! Though sadly the Museum moved into a godawful new building back in 2000. Bloody Jeff Kennett and his stupid ideas. I’d left some years before that. I’m glad I’m not there anymore, I don’t like the way the place is run at all.