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?
How to make the most disgusting alcoholic drink I have ever tasted.
ROCKET FUEL
1. Host a party. It’s best if most of the partygoers are somewhat broke and slightly underage, so what’s available is cheap, nasty, alcopops, or whatever is smuggled out from various parents’ liquor cabinets.
2. Get everyone drunk. Drink most of the drinks.
3. Get a glass. Fill the glass with the dregs from the bottles. Avoid the ones with cigarette butts in. Top up with cola.
4. Stir with the wrong end of a teaspoon.
5. Take a sip.
6. Marvel at the foulness.
7. Disbelieve your tastebuds, take another sip.
8. Marvel further at the foulness.
9. Offer to your new best friend of the evening.
10. Repeat steps 5-9 until the glass is empty.
Man, you guys make me feel so uncreative! When I have to order a drink I usually just panic and ask for a rum and coke. Ordering drinks is sceery. :p
CWS – rocket fuel is what we used to call Mr Hadji-cat’s tarry black poos.
Which seems … spookily synchronous.
One of the worst things I ever had was an accident…. We were in Paris.I didn’t realise I’d ordered a french beer. Orange notes, with a thick, not quite gelatinous texture; more oily, too much malt, hints of gentian and kerosene; with a late waft of formaldehyde.
Three of us couldn’t drink more than about four oz. of it.
That sounds like something that should have been served by Lurch.
Pecunium, I didn’t realize French beer was awful. I pretty much like any beer, except maybe that pumpkin flavored stuff that you see around Thanksgiving. Also, American beers like Bud and Miller are horribly boring, but I’ll drink one if it’s all you have. My refrigerator is usually stocked with St. Arnold, a local beer.
I can’t stand sweet wines, though. Either be fruit punch or be wine, but don’t try to be both.
Why is that so hard to understand?
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Oh, Bob: do you think we don’t understand you, and that’s why you have to stick around blathering on?
No, no, no, no, sweetums.
We understand.
We don’t agree.
We don’t like you (as far as I can tell, from the posts, if I may speak for the general consensus)!
If you are not having gleeful fun trolling, if you are in fact hurting (as at least Sarah seems to think), then you should leave for your own good.
Bye!
Bagelsan, that’s why I generally stick to beer or wine. I know what kinds I like and if you have a bartender who knows the wine or beer list, telling them what you like and asking what they’d recommend has worked out well for me. And since I tend to like lagers and stouts and a lot of stuff in between, I can almost always find something that I like.
Before I liked beer though I used to buy this bottom shelf blue raspberry flavored vodka called Blue Wave and make blue raspberry lemonades (er, with US style lemonade, though UK version lemonade was pretty good with it too) with Crystal light. It was generally actually fairly decent for a cheap-o college kid drink (my other was Tang and vodka for a cheap screwdriver) and traveled well (no clinking in my bag since I mixed the drinks in water bottles) but too much vodka made it taste like some sort of cleaner and my friends jokingly called it my windex drink. Not terribly creative, but that and mouth peppermint patty shots (squirt of Ice 101 and squirt of Hershey’s chocolate syrup to the mouth) were about as creative as my friends and I got. Oh, and chocolate cake shots, but since those are just Amaretto and a sugared lemon wedge, again, it doesn’t seem terribly creative. But they were delicious!
Oh! Hey, creative, this wasn’t gross,it was actually quite delicious, but once upon a time when I was in the dumps (had found out a job I’d applied to and really REALLY wanted went to someone else) and there was no beer or wine and I wouldn’t get paid for another three days I decided I’d work with the tequila we had in the house. But we didn’t have any margarita mix or soda and I really didn’t feel like doing shots. We only had a little bit of orange juice, not enough to make as big a drink as I would have liked, but we did have some light canned coconut milk. So I basically made a coconut milk Orange Julius with tequila. It was awesome.
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St. Arnold’s is pretty good. TX does have some good local brews, and I’ll never turn down a Shiner on a hot day.
Forty more comments and we hit the thousand mark! Keep it up! 😀
@Kitteh
Basically, if you watch the expressions of the blonde woman on the right, and take a sip in between each loop, that’s what happened.
I don’t think it would be quite as bad as eating cat poop, though.
😀 😀 😀
Forty more comments, eh?
We haven’t had a 1000 comment thread for a while, ’tis true.
Re drinking stories.
Was never much for mixed drinks, generally.
The weirdest drinking night I remember from my college days involved a six pack of beer, a bottle of Annie Green Springs Plum Hollow wine, and shots of tequila (all consumed by me).
A bunch of us were drinking and brought stuff to share, and, well, it was a long and stormy night in more ways than one.
We kept playing the Kenny Rogers album with “I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in” which sort of became our theme song….it was a hoot to see Kenny Rogers on Colbert the other night!
Random comment time? 😉
Okay, here’s mine: Mr K acquired a pair of shiny, pointy, black rocker ankle boots the other night and OMMYCEILINGCATSAVEME …
I’m willing to help this thread get to 1000! So, I was lucky enough to travel to South Africa in the early 2000s, when the exchange rate strongly favored the US dollar. Which meant while there, we could do things like go to nice restaurants and order the most expensive bottles of wine, because they worked out to cost like $10-15. I became quite fond of their pinotage varietal, and bought a half dozen assorted bottles to bring home as gifts. Every single one of those, when opened, smelled really strongly of bacon. Different vineyards, different years — made no difference. Even bacon-loving friends of mine were only able to drink them by plugging their noses.
For cocktails, I am kind of boring but I prefer classics (gin & tonic), and would much rather go for sour rather than sweet (margarita or caipirinha — you can get nice ones in LA, made with cachaça, because we have so many Brazilians here).
The tower of Barad-dur…..built of books!
http://www.geekologie.com/2012/12/bookstore-stacks-hobbitlotr-boxed-sets-i.php
For underage teenage drinking, it was all about Boone’s Farm apple wine. That may be why I no longer like sweet alcoholic drinks.
The worst drink I ever had was Everclear and Kool-Aid. One of my friends thought it would be a funny thing to try; absolutely no one at the party where this was served could manage to finish a whole glass of it, despite someone offering $10 to the first person who could manage to do so and keep it down.
The worst drink I’ve ever heard about is similar to another one mentioned above, and came to be when a dear friend of mine was on a first date with a guy she had a big crush on, whom she let order drinks for her, and he got her a drink that is (really offensively) named an “Irish car bomb” – a dropped shot of Bailey’s and whiskey in a pint of Guinness. Thing is, she didn’t understand how a dropped shot was meant to work, so she poured it in, stirred it around, and let it stand for a bit so that it would mix well. And then she tried to drink it. By her description, the drink now had the approximate texture of cottage cheese and tasted like “a beer-flavored fart.” Seeing as she was trying to impress her date and had no idea this wasn’t the intended effect, she actually forced herself to drink most of it before politely saying, “Pardon me,” standing up, and then barfing all over the table.
Strangely, she didn’t have a second date with that guy. (On the bright side, the next guy she went out with ended up being her future husband, so she figures it was all for the best in the long run.)
Freaking awesome.
Last night didn’t give me a hangover. Naw. The wine I drank was a medicinal remedy for the WHINE.
I (nerd) jizzed in my pants.
For those keeping track at home, Bob Smith has officially passed 20k words.
Are we off-topicing just to get to 1000?
Weeeelll
Good news: Today in school, TinyFantastic taught her class about how Alan Turing changed the world and about how he died, using the stuff I taught her while at the Science Museum.
Bad news: The supply teacher asked the teaching assistant not to print off information about Turing because some of it might be ‘rude’.
Thoughts?
when i was at uni, the bar sold a scary drink called the ‘green monster’. it was one of those drinks that you have as a challenge and so you can tell people you had one. it was basically a shot of every white spirit, plus half a pint of cider, avocaat, lemonade and blue curaçao.
One night, I got bored of waiting for friends to get ready so drank up my vodka and announced I was off out to the Student Union bar on my own (it was a small uni so there was always a crowd of people you knew in any given bar). And there, my memory fails me. It kicks back in when I am in the student Union toilets, and I stumble outside to my frantic Mr Big Momma who has been looking everywhere for me and hearing rumours of me whooping my way around the Union with a pint of Green Monster.Other people later confirmed these sightings.
ah, the good old days.