Fellas! Better hold on to yourselves, because I’ve got some terrible news for you.
Actually, you’d better NOT hold on to yourselves. Because this is the news, straight from that always 100% reliable news source, the Men’s Rights subreddit:
I wonder if manginal orgasms are still allowed?
Cassandra: To make it even creepier, sometimes he seems to be trying to sell himself as an ideal advocate for feminist issues BECAUSE he behaved so badly to women and girls in the past (for example the way he tries to frame his history of taking advantage of his academic position and sleeping with students). That way of framing things is just totally ass-backwards.
This! It’s not (purely) that he claims he was doing the Murder/Instant Atonement[i.e. the parallel suicide which makes people think the killer is somehow a tragic figure), it’s that he uses his past (about which he seems to be unrepentant) bad behavior as justification for being a smarmy shit now.
cloudiah: Because naturally, an unmarried woman should resist sex unto death no matter what
I think it’s a different aspect of social sexism. The theory is probably that an umarried woman wouldn’t have a man who could be impersonated.
And the judges agreed this was bullshit, and wanted to rule differently, but the law, stupid as it is, is on the books.
“Add good depth of memory, tolerably good multi-tasking, and a wide field of interest… the world is FULL of shiny.”
Amen to that! And what I was trying to say about MDMA is that everything becomes almost too shiny, ala “all the things are shiny!” *still to making sense*
OMG all the stuff to catch up with!
cloudiah – swabbed for chlamydia with Lego … are you really, really sure we weren’t separated at birth? I like that image a lot. It’s even better than Lego constipation.
deezers, when you’re back – if they’re going to walk on Legos, how about their houses be littered with Invisible Legos that the Lego Imps move around at night?
Argenti, your kitty is teh cutest! And yes, disdain disdain disdain. 😀 Fancy anyone asking whether other chairs belong to the cat, though. ALL chairs belong to the cat. So do all tables, all reading matter, all cushions, and all pens.
hrovitnir and deezers – I’m also of the “not a baby substitute because I do not like babies one little bit” group. Babies are producers of noise, stink and horrible body fluids. I don’t like children, either. But animals – they’re the ones whose personalities interest me, who give me teh squeees of teh cute, who I want to touch and cuddle and be friends with, and who arouse my maternal instincts. My friends get a degree of that in the sense I feel protective of them, but it’s the furry felines who stir me to the strongest love that way.
I loathe the whole notion that they’re “just pets” or “just animals”. I don’t give a shit what the species is, they are individuals, as loving and quirky and special as any of our self-praising species. Even our ratbag, son-of-Greebo, untrustworthy monster Magnus had it all over a lot of humans (MRAs immediately come to mind, can’t think why).
And my God, that Sophie. She deserves every Lego curse ever, or maybe a blast of total self-awareness.
I kind of feel like people who think in terms of “just pets” should be discouraged from having any. Obviously that’s unworkable, given how many animals are put down in shelters already, but the feeling remains.
BTW for anyone looking for some non-kitty brain bleach, have a laugh at some British toffs (and the occasional hipster).
http://lookatmyfuckingredtrousers.blogspot.co.uk/
If babies were furry I may be more inclined towards them. As it is I mainly just try and hide from them, lest I get the dreaded ‘ooh, when are you planning on having one?’ inquisition.
I think it was. I got as far as Gorilla Khan and said, SOLD!
Haven’t played it yet, but at least one of my gaming buddies got another copy after listening to me.
Who’s Sophie? *confused face*
I don’t think (as he hides his grey beard) I’ve ever played anything more recent than 2nd edition.
Love that one about Ultimate Man being fifty, borderline alcoholic and not smiling unnecessarily. Oh, and red trousers + red vest + charlatan shirt. Someone call the fashion police, we have an emergency situation here!
I’d almost forgotten how silly young toff hairstyles are, since you rarely see them in America.
thenat – she’s in deezer’s article about her kitties. Sophie was a [redacted redacted redacted] piece of shit who should walk on Legos forever. TW for kitten being killed through human negligence.
pecunium, I think they’re two aspects of the same kind of sexism really: Whether or not an unmarried woman “had a man” as a boyfriend, she is not allowed to have sex with anyone because unmarried. Her duty is to protect her chastity at all costs, no matter who is trying to breach it & whether or not that person is her boyfriend or someone impersonating him. If she is the type of woman who would have sex while unmarried, she is probably not rape-able — though that aspect is not covered in this particular law.
Icky.
For married women, of course, as long as they think it’s their husband they’re not really allowed to refuse.
Also icky.
Cassandra, that red pants thing is pretty funny. How did red pants get associated with the toff/trust fund crowd?
May they be set harvest nettles, naked, in a field strewn with rocks, d4, and lego; may the showers set out before them be hot, and forceful, but their latrines be in the fields; small and overgrown with the fruits of the harvest, in the warmest, muggiest days of early summer.
Don’t let me tell you that you’re wrong to do it. I enjoy 3E, but I also enjoyed AD&D. I haven’t really played 4E, but I think it can be fun, it’s just I feel, as a DM, that WotC was holding my hand, letting themselves get paralyzed by the plaint that the game was hard to get into.
I can’t blame ’em. Hasbro is cut-throat about product lines that don’t bring in X million dollars. When WotC was independent, it could rely on Magic to reliably bring in all the money, and support D&D. Hasbro apparently considers D&D and Magic to be separate lines, and if D&D doesn’t pull its own weight (i.e., meet some arbitrary minimum income per year) it gets hobbled by slashing R&D funds. Or at least that was the situation a couple years ago, when someone told me this on the Internet (which means it’s ironclad).
The CA case will be retried, I believe, using slightly different terms, so that scumbag will be convicted again. The legislature in the state now has Dem majorities, so hopefully they might address the arcane law (it was from before 1900 I think).
Part of the “grey beard” comment is that I don’t think I’ve been an active player since… 1987?
I’m kinda glad I didn’t click the link to read about Sophie. I’d have had to interrupt my cat’s nap for cuddles.
Yeah, I refuse to play Vampire Masquerade anymore for that reason. Twice, I’ve had the people who help make those characters proceed to kill those characters.
It also turned me off LARPing as well, partly because of the bad experience, partly because my introversion is incompatible with playing a social RPG with a huge number of strangers.
@ cloudiah
I’m not sure. Toffs have worn red trousers for as long as I can remember. Sports day at school was full of dads wearing them, and brothers wearing the junior version. It’s especially funny when combined with a blue blazer and masses of pouffy and yet somehow not long hair.
May they have blepharitis.
May their contact lenses fold in half and disappear into their top eyelids on frequent but random occasions.
May they encounter the biggest, most obnoxious ticket inspectors, have their valid yearly tickets confiscated the day after they buy them, and be fined for fare evasion.
May they have chronic diarrhea and crotch rot at the same time.
May they be bitten all over by mosquitos.
May they have constant low-grade acid reflux, and find it unresponsive to OTC medication. May they develop an allergy to MSG and be too stupid to figure out that it’s in almost all processed food, and thus not avoidable just because you harangue the waiters at restaurants about whether or not they use it. May their hay fever medication never quite work properly.
May a pigeon piss in their eyes, and shit on their cars.
May all their MP3s be erased, including their backup copies, and all their “in the cloud” storage fail.
May all of their dining, car rental, and airline reservations disappear from the system.
May all their posters be covered over within 30 minutes with posters advertising hemorrhoid cream.
May they suddenly develop an ounce of humanity and self-awareness and realize that Gandhi, MLK Jr., and Malcolm X would all have despised them, and rightly so.
Last one — too cruel?
May they always be almost out of toilet paper after a dump.
May at least one of the eggs in their carton break on the way home.