You might think that Pickup Artists, dudes obsessed with sexing up the young fertile lasses, would be huge fans of contraceptives – which, after all, are what makes their particular lifestyle possible. But some prominent PUAs are about as enthusiastic about contraception as a Pope.
In the case of the charming fellow who calls himself Heartiste, I mean this literally. In a recent posting, he quotes approvingly from Pope Paul VI’s 1968 Humanae Vitae dissing contraceptives for allegedly demeaning the women that use them. Paul suggested that contraception may cause men to
lose respect for the woman and, no longer caring for her physical and psychological equilibrium, may come to the point of considering her as a mere instrument of selfish enjoyment, and no longer as his respected and beloved companion.
I’m no Pope, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work that way.
Heartiste, for his part, embraces and extends this line of reasoning, adding in some of that Alpha-Beta-Schmeta nonsense that manosphereians seem to regard as cutting edge science.
[A]s cheap contraceptives silently and subtly move men toward devaluing women, so too does the technology move women toward devaluing beta males, those bitter losers in the sexual market (note: I did not say marriage market or child market) for whom contraceptives, coupled with female economic self-sufficiency, have rendered them practically superfluous as primetime sexual partners.
The mass-produced condom and the Pill have freed men from feeling obligation for women as much as they have freed women to regularly and blithely pursue what was historically risky sex with caddish alpha males on the make.
The contraceptive is, in practice, a female hypergamy facilitator.
Yep, that’s right: contraceptives are the tickets to the mythical Alpha Asshole Cock Carousel.
But poor Heartiste has impaled himself on the horns of a dilemma. He’s got a good anti-woman rant going, but there’s just one problem with it: he’s devoted his life to becoming one of those Alpha Assholes that contraceptive-using women purportedly cannot resist riding.
It’s funny for me to write this, because contraceptives have, in fact, been very very good to me. I did a back of the envelope calculation and figured that my aggregate sex life would have been truncated by 90% if contraceptives were prohibitively expensive, unreliable and hard to get. A world in which women had to grapple with real, palpable fears of STDs, pregnancy and subsequent abandonment is, not to put too fine a point on it, a really shitty world for womanizers and serial monogamists and uncomplicated lovers of the art of seduction itself. I imagine I’d have to *gasp* start promising marriage or some such claptrap to any woman I wanted to bang, just to loosen her up enough to unhook her bra.
Spoken like a true asshole.
Oh, but don’t worry, Heartiste isn’t going to stop attacking sex-having women as one of the harbingers of “the cultural and technological juggernaut that hastens, if it is not the sole cause of, the death of Western civilization.”
Indeed, Heartiste almost seems to relish the ironies of his position, as it allows him to spew forth some of the silliest purple prose you’re ever going to find outside the pages of bad romance novels (or comments from our friend Steele):
Here I am, standing at the edge of the abyss, pointing into its bowels like a histrionic jester, leading the ignorant and the deluded to peer into the void and imploring them — no, more precisely taunting them — to heed my warning of their desolate future… and still I cavort insouciantly along its lip, secretly relieved that no one will seriously weigh my prophecies.
Well, at least he’s right about that “histrionic jester” bit.
Last I checked, Heartiste’s post had spawned 450 comments. I can’t bring myself to look through them to see what further horrors can be found there.
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It annoys me that Rand and her followers use “objectivism” to refer to her philosophy, because it’s a well-established term in metaethics. It simply means the thesis that moral statements have truth value rather than merely expressing attitudes (and can thus be combined with a wide variety of normative ethics; one can be an objectivist utilitarian, objectivist Kantian, objectivist follower of some religious ethics etc).
Ah, taxidermy is a fine art. I suspect this is what it would look like if Steele practiced it.
yes, but only because of ¡MISANDRY!
Let me out of this Butthorn Appreciation Chair! I wouldn’t inflict this shit on a Vogon.
I think we need to start rationing his commas.
If David put the word “and” in the moderation filter, would Steele explode? Or at least go away?
I think it’s time for a bit of Linkage (I knew this would come in handy).
On the existential horror of Betaness
There is more. It’s a sad tale of men being valiant to the end.
(Based on the ‘Roissy sounds like a prophet of doom’ thing earlier)
“… and that when I realised that this planet was doomed, and its fall must be hastened! But I knew not the way. I consulted with many great minds, but they turned me away, called me a stupid child! They could not see the truth!”
“… Oh… kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay…”
“They. Could. Not. See. The. Truth.”
“Right.”
“I searched for many years to find the way to cleanse this place of its filth, to hasten righteous destruction and pave the way for a new and shining world, and one day, I found it!”
“Hallelujah.”
“Hallelujah indeed! It would be a hardship. But it was necessary. I must create… the Slutpocalypse.”
“…”
“To achieve this, I must tear society down by sleeping with as many hot bitches as possible. I must resign myself to my duty as a horse on the Alpha Arsehole Cock Carousel. This is a personal sacrifice, but one I must take. And I must also spread the word.”
“All righty, then.”
“Anyway, now that I’ve explained it to you, your glasses are nice, they make you look nerdy. Want to go somewhere private and bring forth the salvation of mankind?”
“… I think it’s worrying that wasn’t the weirdest chat-up I’ve ever had.”
That was amazing.
I’m just happy ’cause I get to see my PoodleMan tonight for dinner. ^^
It wasn’t him, it was the one-armed, misandrist teacher!!
Hey… Steele might have a professional writing career after all. I mean if a woman can get paid for this dreck and it’s belabored, repeated, unsupported, assertions that The Wire is NOTHING LIKE A VICTORIAN NOVEL, because it’s not a book, then I’m sure (personally, and my own opinion that this is the case, and not actually false) Steele could pull it off.
It’s right up his, rhetorical, alley.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MOOSES. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!
Mooses, he’s the steer who led the chosen cows to the promised land, right?
Update on Hunter Moore. Anonymous has apparently leaked all kinds of his personal information, including his credit card number. I’m so torn between feelings of schadenfreude and stern disapproval of their tactics. Seriously.
http://gawker.com/5966312/all-of-personal+information-publisher-hunter-moores-personal-information-is-now-on-the-internet-thanks-to-anonymous
You guyz, I found a manosphere writer who is even worse than Steele, JtO, and PaulE combined and whirled in a blender. Wanna see? Hint: I have featured his writings in the comment section here before, on an earlier post.
*tugs David’s sleeve*
When do we get to play Troll of The Year again David?
I’ve read Rand. I want to posthumously sue her for time theft.
So I finally finished reading one of the worst blog posts ever. The blog is The Ergot in the Rye, and we originally made fun of him starting here.
He’s the guy we have to thank for the following phrases:
and
Now he has a new post on Social Justice.
New phrases:
Um, no. That’s not the quote. He wasn’t down at the bar with his buddies, bending an elbow.
Block that mixed metaphor!
Sigh. Just… no, that’s it, I am taking away your keyboard.
What is it with MRAs and the florid prose? BTW, he posts on AVfM as limeywestlake and he has another blog as well. Unless there is another MRA out there enamored of the phrase “peering through the meniscus” which seems unlikely.
I am officially Steele’s biggest fan… just for this
MUCH LIKE THE BAT SIGNAL
Those metaphors are amazing.
I dunno, McKenzie, you may have to fight moonz for the top spot in the Steele fanclub.
“Peering through the meniscus, the orthopedic soothsayer chortled grimly. ‘This knee portends dark times. Dark times indeed.’ He looked up and cracked a wicked, toothy grin ‘Now,’ he started ominously, ‘are you ready to see what the cruciate ligaments have to say of your future?'”
The fact and truth of the matter is, I just despair. The anti-straight white male meme, bolstered by the toad John Scalzi, has been continuing unabated. I and other MRAs have been attempting to contain the spread of straight white male bigotry, but it’s clear it’s hit critical mass – and is going mainstream.
It truly worries me; I believe it to be only a matter of time before violence is committed against a straight white male – maybe even more than one – for existing with those traits. And blood will be on the feminists’ hands.
Yet strangely enough, the only gender-based actually committed happened at the hands of a misogynist, 23 years ago today in Montreal. Here are the names those murdered for the crime of being a woman:
Geneviève Bergeron (born 1968), civil engineering student
Hélène Colgan (born 1966), mechanical engineering student
Nathalie Croteau (born 1966), mechanical engineering student
Barbara Daigneault (born 1967), mechanical engineering student
Anne-Marie Edward (born 1968), chemical engineering student
Maud Haviernick (born 1960), materials engineering student
Maryse Laganière (born 1964), budget clerk in the École Polytechnique’s finance department
Maryse Leclair (born 1966), materials engineering student
Anne-Marie Lemay (born 1967), mechanical engineering student
Sonia Pelletier (born 1961), mechanical engineering student
Michèle Richard (born 1968), materials engineering student
Annie St-Arneault (born 1966), mechanical engineering student
Annie Turcotte (born 1969), materials engineering student
Barbara Klucznik-Widajewicz (born 1958), nursing student
That should say “gender-based massacre” but I was a little upset once I realized today was the anniversary of that horrific event.