So over on MGTOWforums, the regulars are pondering the age-old question – should these committed women-avoiders deal with their continued desire to stick their penises in the women they’re allegedly avoiding by resorting to prostitutes?
In the midst of a lively discussion on the advantages of “going pro” over trying to pick up a “bar hog,” one regular by the nom de internet Xtc sets forth some thoughts that, for a moment at least, seem to transcend the usual MGTOW crudity and bitterness.
“I don’t think it’s really about sex,” he writes. “I think what a lot of people are looking for is love, respect, and intimacy – which you can’t buy.”
Why, that almost seems like an insight!
Alas, in his very next sentence he spoils the moment by returning to the standard MGTOW narrative of female perfidy:
I think what put me off women altogether was the realisation that you’ll NEVER get [love, respect, and intimacy] for real. It’s sad and sobering, but that’s the way it is.
Thinking that the attention of women validates you as a person collapses once you realise they are attracted to the worst qualities in the worst men.
Thinking that the attention of women equals affection, intimacy, or love – collapses once you realise they will leave you in a second if they sense any weakness or if a BBD [bigger better deal] comes along. Then you’ll realise that the meter was running all the time, whether this was clear at the time or not.
Women are like a bitter medicine that you force yourself to swallow because you believe it is doing you good. Once you realise it’s a quack remedy, and the whole thing is a scam, you’re free to spit it out and never partake again.
That leaves you with sex alone, which is really rather easy to come by.
If women really and truly are “attracted to the worst qualities of the worst men,” why aren’t they lining up at these dudes’ front doors?
Maybe if Steele comes back before he’s gotten enough rest we can just show him Bob as a kind of a warning?
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::hic::
damn this virtual brandy’s powerful stuff
Thanks for the drink, Shiraz, cheers, we needed it. 🙂
How on earth did that go into moderation??? Oh, wait, I know – the spelling. Try again:
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::hick::
damn this virtual brandy’s powerful stuff
I suppose I shall have a mythical beer that doesn’t taste like piss. That or Bailey’s and milk, which is pretty much the only thing I’ve ever not hated with alcohol in it.
Let us continue on our party and forget Bob ever happened, eh?
Works for me. I’ve got mead (regular and blackberry) if anyone would like some.
Mulled wine, now that I could drink again. And it’s turned chilly enough today that it wouldn’t be at all bad.
Cheers back, everyone.
I’m absolutely certain a hardcopy of this thread would be a nice jumping off point for a sociology/ gender study. I think. *hiccup*
Since the link someone posted earlier didn’t work, I’m going to try again. Oh hey there, incredibly relevant Captain Awkward thread!
http://captainawkward.com/2012/12/03/401-i-cant-tell-whether-my-girlfriend-wants-to-have-sex-with-me-spoiler-she-doesnt/#more-4603
AAAAAAAH all the doors just flew open at work … poltergeists!
Oy here i need a margarita, NYC hit 60 today, sweaters to OFF position!
I read that Captain Awkward link, Cassandra. It’s weird how some people keep hearing what they want to hear, until they don’t hear it any more — then think wishful thinking justifies everything.
Speaking of temperatures, guys, I’m immensely proud of myself. My home insulation job seems to be holding; I haven’t needed my space heater yet! 😀
So, I’m pretty drunk.
Has “Bob” addressed any of the actual arguments presented or is he still just crying about his ex and Driscoll, and other people who have nothing to do with this community? Bob? You don’t need us or the “male subcultures.”‘
You need counseling.
I just made a delicious dinner if tostones, pupusas, and ropas… Never mind. I can’t spell it drunk on my phone.
OMG! I leave for jury summons (am serving two days next week oh yay), and BAM, over 700 comments.
It’s been a while since we’ve had this sturdy a troll toy.
But, wow, a moment of honesty:
What I want is for guys to stop being the only ones that are labeled as immature and not ready to grow up.
OK, you actually answered a question, Bob.
Here’s something to think about: this is something i see on feminist blogs, often. A generalization (NOT a universal) is made about men. Full frothing rage ensues, from the “I’m not like that brigade.”
And people are like: “OK! If you’re not like that, then this discussion is NOT about you. It’s about the specific men who are like that.”
If you’re not that that, you’re not the problem.
I get pissed off at all the pop psych about Peter Pans and Wendys and the men as immature and unable to commit and needing to be trapped into marriage: it’s insulting as hell to MEN AND WOMEN.
And it’s wrong–and sexist–and, listen very carefully here Bob because unless you can acknowledge this undeniable truth, I’m going to go back to playing kickball with your trollness: THAT CULTURAL STEREOTYPE DOES NOT ORIGINATE WITH FEMINISTS.
It is part and parcel of the misogynistic culture that patriarchy hath wrought.
I am 57; I remember the days when male/female relationships had to be all fucking fake and strategic and coy and full of stupid rules and women had to simper and men had to posture, and the OLD DAYS WERE FUCKING TERRIBLE.
Feminisms are part of a movement trying to change that.
So why are you on a feminist board blathering on to us about the right wing fundamentalists and the traditionalists who are all about this crap about men being immature (and needing a MOTHERWIFE, what’s the shit with that)–that’s NOT here.
So stop whining to us about it, and stop trying to justify hanging out with the MRM, and, as you’ve been advised, get some professional help and make your life better.
You’re the only one who can.
We’re not going to do it for you.
@ Shiraz
Yep. The thing that gets me about Bob is that he keeps insisting that the relationship was working really it was, because after all he felt like it was working and he wasn’t mean to her and blah blah. And you know what? We don’t know why it wasn’t working, but we do know for sure that it wasn’t working, and you know how we know that? Because she left! People do not randomly leave relationships that are working great, just because! If you think that is a thing that women do you are a sexist weirdo who needs therapy!
If someone wants out of a relationship, that relationship clearly isn’t working for them. Saying “yes it is” or “well it seemed fine to me” means that, regardless of what social niceties you blabber on about, you do not actually respect that person’s feelings or their right to say no. Because if they want out, they are allowed to leave, and if they didn’t want out, they wouldn’t have left.
If I have to sit through one more round of his “but the relationship was totally working!” nonsense I’m going to start throwing my evil lady throw pillows at the wall in frustration. No, the relationship was not working, otherwise she would not have ended it. The fact that you do not like this information does not make it untrue.
Ropas viejas?
I’ll take a red wine if you’ve got it, or white, I’m not fussy.
Ropas viejas?
I had grilled vegetable tortilla soup and quesadillas and could really use a Margarita right now.
Thanks for the virtual scotch. I’m usually more of a vodka girl, but: Bob.
If you can get some Tito’s vodka, it’s excellent. I do have some in the freezer, but since I’m on actual antibiotics at the mo, it’ll have to sit there.
Ninja’d!
And Polliwog, that was a very kind comment for you to post for Bob; I hope he reads it. d I am glad you got through that.
Mmm, pupusas. So much more delicious than the taste that happens when sense of entitlement meets someone else’s right to say no and throws a giant fucking tantrum, which is what Bob has been forcing the rest of us to eat for the past 24 hours +.
@ hellkell
Does Mr H have family in the Philippines? Because if so there’s this vodka that’s flavored with cantaloupe that’s the best thing ever, especially chilled. Also, I recently started experimenting with fresh calamansi juice as a mixer and OMG is it awesome.
He does, but they’re distant. Really really distant.
That calamansi juice sounds like it was made for the hot days here.
Yes, Cassandra, all that’s true. I left a dude who was aloof, then suddenly wanted a more serious relationship because he was having an existential crisis or whatever. I was all, “Whaaaa?” And he lost his shit on me. I told him I did not want to go any further, and he threw a shit fit — three times. I cried in front of him (once in public) each time he tried to badger me into moving in with him. He was just proving my instincts were right. Down the line, I’d be sharing a bed with someone I couldn’t stand to hear breathe. Then I just wouldn’t talk to him anymore. He sent a creepy letter once, then I moved away and all communications were severed, thank god.
Hmm. I think I need a refill.