So when I was poking around on Roosh’s Return of Kings blog the other day I ran across a guest post from someone calling himself Samseau accusing feminists of using racism to exploit men – that is, of expertly manipulating men of different races to fight one another instead of standing firm against the evil feminists and their evil agenda.
The post, while purporting to be somehow “above” the issue of race, is a muddled mess full of “white men have it worst” nonsense like this:
[R]acial infighting between American men wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the political consequences.
Women, if you haven’t noticed, do not fight with each other over racial conflicts. They might get angry over the past, but they are able to resolve all issues by agreeing on a scapegoat: the white man. Colored women will gladly forgive their white sisters, since, after all, it was the white man who oppressed women and minorities.
White men are the big, bad, evil masters, and as such, all females of different colors can agree to put aside their differences in order to bring the white man down.
Yes, he did indeed use the term “colored women.” Oh, but there’s more.
The election results show that decades of brainwashing young American boys has been an unqualified success. Rather than have boys be loyal to their gender, boys have instead been trained to be loyal to their race.
Little non-white boys at the tender age of 9 years are fed lies about how white male oppressors created their poor living conditions, while white boys are taught that they need to correct the injustices of their forefathers lest they be guilty with the indelible sin of white privilege. Female teachers use the appropriate shaming tactics on these young minds to imprint the intended desire for conflict.
All according to plan.
And more:
Men are pawns in the race game. Thus while American women feed themselves government largesse, jobs, university degrees, their husband’s money, and child support money, American men fight each other over table scraps.
But my favorite thing about this article is the little graph that Mr. Samseau made up to illustrate the REAL issues men face today.
Yep. Race is the least important issue, while “getting laid” is number one.
It’s a pretty revealing little chart, huh?
The comment section for the article – wade into this swamp at your own peril – is (predictably enough) filled with angry racists trying to explain why race really does matter. Others, meanwhile, seem upset that all this racism is getting in the way of the regular woman-bashing. Still others suggest that men of all races needed to understand the “root cause” of all our “multicultural problems.” That being … teh Jews.
My favorite comment of the bunch, though, has to be this, from Caliente, combining an astounding ignorance of history with some half-digested evo psych:
Btw the reason why there are practically no racist women is simple.
Males of mammals are territorial.
They naturally base they identity from bottom up: family,tribe,nation,race.And naturally react negative to males of different “tribe”.
Females at the same time are receptive to have sex with any males as long as they are alpha enough.
In 19 century whites fucked all the black women because they were alpha and they had recourses,just look at Brasil.Nowadays a feminist will be cheating on her white beta herbling with some black fitness coach because that is how her brain assumes alphaness.
Wow.
Glad we got that all settled!
Kitteh’s: Jews don’t, as a rule, do the “not modern” thing. The old fashioned clothes is a different manifestion, it’s (usually) meant to remind people of what the Ba’al Shem Tov taught, in the same was the the side-curls and the fringes do.
Thank you, hellkell! 🙂
Owwww. Baby kitten claws = deadliest needles ever.
So, Biscuit’s a boy who likes to Help, eh? Mr Hadji was always keen to Help (always had a capital letter) in the loo. Sometimes that meant sniffing around and sometimes it meant sitting in your lap.
Pecunium – yeah, I wasn’t really thinking of them being like the Amish, it was just the extreme contrast between eighteenth century fashion fail and very 21st century gadgetry that looked a bit … I dunno, out of whack.
I don’t get the fascination cats have with being affectionate while you’re on the can. I tell them that I don’t bother them when they do their business, so far they haven’t listened.
Yeah, when The Biscuit jumps on me, it feels like someone threw a cactus at me.
Easy – it’s Inconveniencing the Hoomin. They get to distract you at crucial moments, and if you try to ignore them or dump them, they get to throw the whole guilt trip at you for being so unkind to a poor sweet little kitty.
You’re at their mercy. It’s far too tempting for cats to resist.
@hellkell
Our cat has a thing for bathmats and she likes an audience while she rolls around around on them. She also likes curling up between your feet, and sometimes snacking on ankles and the toilet is great for both of those because you are basically stuck. She cries whenever the bathroom door is closed.
Mr. HK gets paws under the door and frantic meowing if he’s so bold as to shut the door of his bathroom.
I am so glad I am not alone in having two cats that always want to be in the bathroom with me. I’ve never had cats like that, and thought these two were uniquely odd.
They have terrible separation anxiety in general, and don’t like it any time I close a door on them. They could be dead asleep in another room, but if they hear me close a door they will get up and come sit in front of it, scratch at it, leap for the handles, stick paws under the door. Cute little weirdos.
Magnus used to stand on his back legs and paddle frantically on the lounge door if we’d closed it and he was on the wrong side. It was a glass door, so he looked really funny from the other side.
I used to have a TV cabinet in the corner of the room which had a glass front, a shelf in it and a hole in the back at the bottom for wires. My cats used to crawl in the back, hop up onto the shelf, settle down, then forget how they’d gotten up there and give us panicked looks through the glass and start yowling. My housemate and I were always too busy being collapsed in hysterics at them to let them out.
ROFL! Doofus kitties!
@thenatfantastic
Every single night, after we go to bed, the cat wakes up in the living room and wonders where we’ve gone. She starts crying so I call to her and then she calls back and I call back and she calls back, etc. and eventually she makes her way (the whole like 20 feet) into the bedroom to get nighttime cuddles. (Then sometimes we stay up too late and the whole thing repeats after the cat goes back into the other room to eat or sleep or whatever she does at night.)
She starts crying so I call to her and then she calls back and I call back and she calls back, etc. and eventually she makes her way (the whole like 20 feet) into the bedroom to get nighttime cuddles.
She’s echolocating you! Perhaps you have mistakenly taken home a bat instead of a cat?
I misread “echolocating” as “echocolating” then.
I have no idea what echocolating would be, but it sounds fun.
Would “echocolating” be arranging echos by the order in which they print? :p
I was thinking of e-chocolat-ing. Locating someone by chocolate? Bringing someone chocolate?
Chocolate is actually the strong force that holds atomic nuclei together. True fact.
Now I want chocolate and we haven’t had dinner yet. Being a responsible grown-up sucks. (Especially when you are kinda crap at it and do dinner at midnight.)
If they’d told me that at school I might have stuck with science!
I leave you for one day and you start talking about cats and chocolate. As, in a feminist perspective, I am sincerely outraged at the idea of real independent proud women spending their time perpetuating sexism while chatting about such trivial feminine subjects and because my offensive privilege-denying masculine presence seemed to have liberated the cultured intellectuals sleeping inside of you (I was sincerely amazed to see that some American can have an interest for the cinematic depictions of the actions of the colonel Bigeard), I’ll tell you a little bit about French feminism to make you benefit a little bit more longer from the positive effects of my presence in this place.
French feminism is a big Joke. In first place, I’ve never understood this great enthusiasm for Simone De Beauvoir, apart from natural French chauvinism of course. Who knows something else from Simone De Beauvoir apart from “on ne naît pas femme, on le devient”? She was a very bad narcissist writer, she was neurotic (she was the kind of rich woman who became feminist to piss off rich daddy) and even worse, she was friend with Sartre (this lame vile collaborationist opportunist who dared to attack Céline who was, indeed, an antisemitic motherfucker but a genius, the greatest writer of the 20th century. This little louse, Sartre, should never had the audacity to even nibble his leg. May his name be cursed for the eternity). No friend of Sartre can have my sympathy and because if Beauvoir wasn’t friend with Sartre, due to her total absence of talent, we would probably never had heard from her, her case is even worse.
We have some interesting feminists, Elisabeth Badinter is one of them, I don’t always agree with her but at least she’s a real philosopher who tries to frame solid arguments and contribute to the philosophical debate. Virginie Despentes is a crazy neurotic lesbian bitch but she’s a punk writer with a damn good writing style. She wrote lately a long well written rant-article addressed to heterosexuals in general, There is a lack of literary ranting in France these days.
But most of them are just clowns , or frauds. When I was kid, a woman, member of “les chiennes de garde”, Isabelle Alonso was often saying inoffensive pointless shit in stupid TV talk-shows, advocating for gender-equality but also complaining for the disappearance of the “galanterie”. We don’t see her anymore, maybe she has found a better remunerated activity. Clémentine Autain is just completely dumb, always making stupid arguments advocating for more socialist crap, I think each time she utters a word, someone leaves the socialist party.
I’ve never heard of real bad-ass radfems in France, no organization that could look like the Swedish Roks, no lesbian man-hater like Mary Daily or Sally Miller Gearhart, not even an Andrea Dworkins. We only have Caroline Fourest who is a kind of phenomenon but not really a real hard man-hater.
The most famous feminist organization in France of the last 20 years has been the “chiennes de garde”, a bunch of old moralist ladies, who could have been Victorian moral keeper old moms in another life, whose activity is to try to forbid depictions of female nudity in the streets and prosecute everyone who utter a sexist slur. They are funny, one of them really looks like some old catholic grandmother when she says in a high-pitched voice “this gentleman has pronounced an odious word while addressing to this lady, a word which I don’t dare to repeat, a word which begins with a P, which shows his lack of consideration for women as his lack of education”. For some reason, we don’t hear so much from them anymore, the new famous feminist organization is now “osez le féminisme” whose first campaign was “osez le clito”, “dare the clitoris”, a hilarious campaign for “affirming that women sexualities are various, are lived outside of procreation and are not necessarily complementary of the male gender”, yeah! Death to the heterosexual order! Apart from this embarrassed call for lesbianism, they gained in fame with the DSK case (they didn’t lynched him, he’s a socialist member of the party which gives them their subventions, they attacked “the sexist atmosphere of the society”, that’s more safe) and now their president is now secretary of the ministry of women’s rights whose minister, Najat Vallaud-Belkacem, a hallucinated dumb chipmunk, who is known for her stupid declarations like the time she said textbooks should highlight more the sexual orientation of the famous homosexual writers (yeah, professors don’t speak about the relationship between Rimbaud and Verlaine, it should be written in red capital letter “rimbaud was homosexual” in textbooks).
This is a little story of feminism in France in the context of the slow transformation of our country in a ridicule well-meaning little dictatorship where feminists are the less influent of the persecution groups, always walking behind the big players.
It’s true that feminists contributed in certain aspects of this enterprise : they’d permitted, in the name of the fight against violence towards women, the state to put his paternal hand in the family house like the Church has never succeed to do (we now have a law condemning the “psychological violences”, the nature of these violences are not explained in the law, judges will have to give their opinion on a lot of couple relationships…), they’d always encouraged more cop surveillance of the society, still in the name of the fight against violence towards women …
However, they are not among the big players like the ones who recently succeed to condemn twitter by a French court, twitter will in the future be obliged to reveal the identity of the authors of racist tweets who live in France. To whom? Not to the court… But to five anti-racist organizations (mostly Jew anti-racist organizations) which will have the right to ask the court to prosecute them. I mean, at this point, I don’t know, maybe tomorrow these associations will have the right to form militias to arrest and give to the police those who are suspected of racism according to the standards of these organizations.
I hope French women feel that they are liberated while the state arrived to the point of forbidding us to walk in the street holding even a butter knife in the pocket.
Thank you so much French feminists for having contributed to create a society where all human beings can live equally under the full control of big daddy.
That’s a fucking great kind of liberation.
Those sure are some words.
Can we have an award next time for Most Pretentious Troll of the Year?
Because this guy would win it hands down.
Brz, you dropped into outrageous femme-phobia (ie. the denigration of traditionally feminine interests/activities etc.) in your first line.
You also do not seem to have grasped that not all of us here are women or identify as women.
You are also being mind-boggling-ly patronising.
You are also man-splaining on a truly gargantuan scale. Do you really think that as an anti-feminist that you are qualified to explain the state of French Feminism today?
For a start you are solely focusing on “academic” Feminism and the ones who make the news. What are the activists like in France? What social media or poster campaigns have been occurring? What protests or demonstrations? What do French feminists talk about online and on blogs? What “popular” feminist books have been published?
You are also a massive homophobe who uses gendered slurs.
Calling someone as “lesbian bitch” is not in any way acceptable.
You are a patronising, bigoted, femme-phobic, homophobic, privileged fool.
You are also deeply smug.
In summary:
Nobody cares what you have to say, no-one is listening to what you have to say, no-one agrees with you and no-one will be persuaded to agree with you.
You are wasting your time here.
* Passes the chocolate bon bons to Historophilia *
Historophilia, I’ve just written a little subjective story narrating the evolution of mainstream feminism during these 20 years for the only pleasure of doing it. You do whatever you want with it.
However, don’t you feel how much writing on a blog a sum of accusation to someone, like you were some kind of imaginary judge sentencing imaginary an imaginary defendant is profoundly ridiculous?
Although, I liked “the denigration of traditionally feminine interests/activities”, I’ll keep it under my arm.
French feminist groups. Well, off the top of my head there’s La Barbe, Osez Le Feminisme and a few chapters of Femen. So that’s three more than the French anti-feminist.