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?
I made a margarita with calamansi instead of lime and it was amazing.
KittySnide’s maple whiskey reminded me – I found this recipe yesterday for hot vanilla cinnamon cider with maple cream.
http://www.ivillage.com/cinnamon-vanilla-cider-maple-whipped-cream/3-r-286635
Despite it being forecast to be in the upper 30s this week in sunny Queensland, I think I will have to sit in a kiddy pool full of cold water and drink it anyway.
There is a Filipino market in town. They should have the juice.
A “martini” made with vodka is really a vodka-tini. Gin is essential to a martini.
That said, I’ve been experimenting with rum lately. Rum by itself, or with diet coke, or in my coffee in the morning.
Rum with diet coke is the awesomest combo by far.
Oh, piss off, you pedantic bore.
If I see any calamansi I’ll grab some. I’ve been putting St. Germain elderberry liqueur in my margaritas lately instead of triple sec or cointreau. So good.
@ hellkell
I’ll send you a photo of the bottle next time I buy it if I can remember – the stuff I buy is bottled in California.
Argh! Thats the exact word my brother used yesterday. We were out for lunch, and had some drinks and he asked for a martini with freaking vodka. Its not a martini anymore!
Ooh, I love elderberry and elderflower. There’s a French company that makes a non-boozt elderflower concentrate that’s good either with mineral water or as a drinks mixer.
Diogenes, shut up and go away.
If David asks me to, I will.
That elderberry liqueur sounds like it would be good in Sangria in place of brandy.
I’ve always wanted to try dandelion wine, but I’ve never found any. Has anyone else had it?
OMG, the royal baby has a Twitter account (@UnbornRoyal):
The ancient breeding program nears its culmination. The ultimate royal is coming. The sleeper will awaken.#royalbaby
Diogenes, this thread has had more than enough whiny man-child antics without you rearing your pointy little head.
Its people talking about alcohol, which is a topic I’m well versed in.
More:
@PerezHilton I am the culmination of decades of celebrity worship. Unborn, yet known to all. You will be one of the vessels of my fame.
I am Kate, but cuter. I am Will, but innocent. I am a nexus of celebrity that owes nothing and can never err, because I am a baby #royalbaby
Follow me. You have no choice. I am the perfect vessel for meaningless fame, feeding off society’s twin obsessions: cuteness and raw power
Any bets for how long it will take Bob to return for another round of No The Relationship Was Great And Then She Left For No Good Reason I Deserved Better?
Hmm, I’m getting slightly toasted. Pinot Noir is my friend.
Cloudiah, are you making Dune references? Cool. I can recite the Litany Against Fear in my sleep.
Cassandra, I’m hoping he won’t return, but since they always do, I’ll say 11:30 CST.
Hellkell, I am totally doing that next time! I’ve been putting cognac in sangria instead of brandy because the brandy I had was super harsh – cognac is good too. (I finally turned the brandy into caramel sauce for dessert and cooked the harshness out of it along the way. I need to get some decent brandy next liquor store run.)
Have you ever made sangria with Vinho Verde? When I made some I put all green fruit into it and called it Sangria Verde. It made July weather almost tolerable.
We’ll see how that blockquote turns out. Yes, ropas viejas. And tostones and pupusas. And a lovely kale salad with mango and lemon juice and toasted pumpkin xeeds. And the dinner was, as it always is, filled with men and women, married, involved, single; what ever. Laughing an joking and eating.
Lots of red wine tonight.
Well, I can’t talk about alcohol, so I’ma go back to shipping trolls.
Diogenes shall now get together with Bob and teach him to love again. Flowers and copious booze shall be involved.
Pop quiz – what was the best thing about the Dune movie? The navigators, Sting in blue plastic bikini bottoms, or trying to figure out the science of the Fremen’s suits?
I know nothing of Dune, though someone recently suggested I read it.