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?
Hot vanilla cinnamon cider with maple cream – that sounds delicious!
Alternatively, Meller lives far enough in the past to be a good match for Bob’s rather archaic ideas about marriage. Maybe if we persuaded Bob to dress up as a Madame Alexander doll it would work out. Anyone know how to make a pinafore?
Aww, shit Cassandra. The best thing about the Dune movie/books are the Bene Gesserit and the Weirding Way. Who the hell wouldn’t want the power of Voice?
No, but I’m going to. Hell, I might do it this week if it doesn’t cool off.
Who’s Bob?
How did I get involved in this?
And now I am thinking I should watch it, not read it. Sting in blue plastic bikini bottoms?
Read the damn thread, Diogenes.
Cloudiah: the movie is so bad it comes back around to good, IHO. Sting in all his active verb glory.
Wow.
Yep.
http://new.assets.thequietus.com/images/articles/1531/dune_lynch_feyd_1240409184_resize_460x400.jpg
Sorry, Diogenes, it is the rule of the Internet that interaction is not required for shipping. You shall bromance Bob’s battered heart, and through you, he shall regain faith in humanity.
And you. Uh. You get laid and drunk. I’m still figuring it out.
DKM shall be the jealous rival.
Go read the thread, Diogenes, and stop boring people.
I’d forgotten how unfortunate his hair was in that movie.
Bob is the reason this thread has 810 comments. Where you been?
@LBT
lol
A true bromance in my heart.
Those plastic Speedos look really uncomfortable …
And there’s video…
@Claire
Is this the tail-end of a flamewar?
I didn’t pay any attention to the thread when it first came up.
Then go READ IT instead of expecting to be spoon-fed.
More like an epic battle of whining.
I like that ManBoobz provides drinking compatriots on a Monday night.
has anyone here tried Kraken rum? it is a delightful spiced rum in an excellent piratey bottle.
BTW, before anyone feels the need to point out how bad Sting’s acting is because of the WTF look on his face in that clip, I feel like I should point out that the dude leering at him is his uncle.
Th best thing about the Dune books was definitely the Bene Gesserit. The best thing about the movies was Sting. It was one of those films where peeps who had never read the books like the film and people who had read the books hated the film.
True Sting story: A friend of mine in high school was obsessed with him, and when The Police played in L.A. she found out what hotel he was staying at and spent hours outside trying to give him a gift she’d bought for him — I can’t remember the exact details, but it was a baseball cap was somehow related to some obscure reference he’d made in an interview. Of course, she never saw him, but she finally got someone at the hotel to promise he would have the hat delivered to the Sting’s room.
That night, the band played on some late night t.v. show, and he was wearing the hat! It was a totally dorky hat, so I thought it was kind of sweet that he would wear it in public.
He may be a complete douche, but I will always have a soft spot in my heart for him based on how deliriously happy my friend was after that tiny gesture.
“I didn’t pay any attention to the thread when it first came up.”
Aww christ, go back to the beginning. He’s the reason we’re all getting drunk/cyber drunk right now. *shakes head slowly*
Bah, I know nothing of Dune.
Now, who wants to help me purple my prose for this trollfic?