I haven’t been paying much attention to the recent brouhaha over Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg’s new book. But I feel safe in saying that MRA lackwit Christian J.’s “Sheryl Sandberg, Your Usual “Modern” Crass, Arrogant, Sexist, Biased Female” may be the dumbest thing anyone has written, or ever will write, on the subject.
Mr J’s post on WMASAW – the blog that used to be called What Men Are Saying About Women – starts off with a puzzling description of Sandberg as an “arrogant Lindsay Lohan Look-a-like, [who] Promotes sexism, bias and hate.” (Um, what?) And it only gets worse from there:
It is amazing what these sexist and abusive, addled females get away with while they continually praise themselves and raise themselves as being the “Saviours” of the world with the “If Only Women ran the World” meme. Take Sandberg for example, the bastion of that left-wing mentality … .
Yes, that’s right. Mr. J is describing Sandberg as a “bastion” of left-wing thought. Mr. J and the English language are not good friends.
They make the claim that “Equality” is about the aim of making women level with men, erm! level suggests what? In every area possible, even if it means reducing standards and tests and lowering anything that women have problems with. …
Every time they make the same claim that (Lindsay Lohan Look-a-Like)Sandberg bloviates about here, like every other member of that same HATE movement, it was never about anything else but giving women a FREE ride to the top and don’t anyone every dare hold them back because there would be screaming and wailing and it would be introduce another excuse to cry that usual lie of “holding them back”, amazing.
In reality, it’s because job placement used to be based on merit and ability, even though that has been tossed out and replaced with quotas in favour of women. It has everything to do with sexism, v*gina and pro-female “Equal Opportunity” as Sandberg denies is the case. ….
What a sexist loathsome, despicable female.
Mr J. then quotes a couple of not-exactly earthshatteringly controversial comments of Sandberg’s:
“I think a world that was run where half our countries and half our companies were run by women, would be a better world.”
“I hope that . . . you have the ambition to run the world,” Sandberg told Barnard graduates, “because this world needs you to run it.”
As Mr. J figures it, Sandberg is promulgating female supremacy here, “saying that every females alive could out perform any male. Sickening, petty, self-congratulatory, back-slapping and wishful thinking or what !”
I choose “what.” (They speak English in What?)
Mr J, for his part, seems to believe that, in an inversion of the the man-hatred he attributes to feminists, every male alive could outperform any female:
As far as I can see so far, those countries that have women in charge, are not doing that crash hot at all. …
Yet this odious and tedious Sandberg has the temerity to state that the world would be a better place run by women. What a complete, compulsive liar that women really is, women these days have problems being genuine and real, let alone anything else. But it does demonstrate that standard egotistical side of these “New Women”, who have been granted the easy option and helped along the way, every way possible by compliant men. Do they get any thanks for it, forget that. They just get the knife in the back for their efforts and gloat, even after changing conditions, being sued, forced to comply to changes that women demand and then turn around and state “Look at me, I am so good” .
Was that last sentence even a sentence? If so, please diagram it for me. I dare ya!
What hypocrites they are. It is about time men stopped capitulating to these arrogant and narcissistic females, stopped giving them automatic promotions, a free ride and start giving them some competition and let’s see how well they go then.
It’s always funny when blithering idiots suggest that women’s brains are inferior to their own.
Me and my partner like to play the talk-to-each-other-like-we’re-angry-when-we’re-not game sometimes. “Did you like the movie?” “Uh, yeah, I did like the movie, actually. Is that a problem???” “No, I’m GLAD you’re happy. I hope the rest of your day is ALSO fun! >:-[” “Oh yeah? Well I think you LOOK REALLY NICE IN THAT OUTFIT!”
There is a slim chance that we are weird people. But we suit one another XD
Cassandra: that airplane one is bordering on science fiction.
May you always have enough toilet paper in the house.
All women enjoy an unless sexual buffet provided by male models?
See?
The boy is from another dimension! Or at least, currently trapped in another dimension that he loathes. Let’s all turn to page 8 in The Adventures of Virgil in Dimension X:
“Dear Diary, it’s madness I tell you — madness! The women here are all proud of their breast shapes and sizes. No one shames them for having pube hair and men are constantly asking their partners if their outfits make them look fat. Women can post pictures of themselves online without being called c**nts.
“I cannot believe the disadvantages men experience in this society. Women, on the other hand, get whatever they want. There are even vending machines that allow women to purchase Birkin handbags for a 25 cents.”
Hey, a tasty airplane meal is more realistic than any of the stuff Virgil believes.
May the farmers market always have exactly what you’re looking for.
Shiraz: Endless sexual buffet of male models? Fuck the Olive Garden and their neverending soup and salad.
May you find the perfect pair of jeans, on sale, every single time you walk into a store.
May you never have to talk to a sexist dumbass again.
(OK, that last one really is sci fi.)
May you find cool stuff at the flea market for a lot cheaper than at that hipster store down the street.
May the printer at work never jam on you, and may your co-workers be courteous enough to heed the “tray 2 load” alert.
May all the bras you try on fit.
Here’s my favorite!
May the light always find you on a dreary day.
When you need to be home may you find your way.
May you always have courage to take a chance.
And never find frogs in your underpants.
May you get a seat on public transport for your whole journey into work.
May you find that really cool thing that you liked a while back but was too expensive significantly reduced in the sales in your size.
May you get back in contact with a really awesome old friend.
May you make a really awesome new one.
May you get a really nice, thoughtful and completely unskeevy compliment about your appearance or intellect.
May you discover a really good new recipe.
May you be given a great and really beautiful hardcover book with nice thick pages.
May you be introduced to a really good TV series.
Sort of on topic, but the other day I got the most surprising, best sort of a compliment ever.
A friend from my martial arts club just out of the blue informed me that “You should wear tops hats, that would be a thing that would suit you”.
Hell the fuck yes.
Oh Hellkell, you have no idea how much I could use that bra one.
May all the bras you try on fit, be comfortable but attractive, be flattering, work under the majority of your clothes and be surprisingly cheap.
May your underwires never make a break for it in the wash.
@Hellkell:
“Shiraz: Endless sexual buffet of male models? Fuck the Olive Garden and their neverending soup and salad.”
Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!
A-MEN.
@emilygoddess
omg somehow I missed that. I mean, I’m not terribly attracted to most men, but saying enjoy sex with pretty people is not an insult XD
@kittehs
Sounds pretty USian to me, and I’m from there. Can’t pinpoint why though.
@hellkell
*giggles* so glad I wasn’t drinking anything…
I don’t like the textures of some raw fishes, so there could be a couple misses in there 😉
want.
now I have the intense desire to snuggle my guinea pigs.
NOooooooo! But I hate jeans! /random.
May the person you are flirting with be of a compatible sexual orientation!
May you never run out of bookshelf space.
It has just occurred to me that Virgil may not believe a word he’s posting here either. He’s too wrong on just about everything. Maybe he’s just self-loathing and needs us to reassure him that all his weird, err, notions, are wrong…and some people will love you for who you are, not what you look like.
Except he’s fucking up all over the place because he repeatedly admits to being a clueless and hateful indvidual.
Brz? What’s a Brz? As far as I can tell, Brz (whether it is a person, place or thing) believes once you invoke the name of Dworkin, you’ve won the arguement
May you never forget your keys.
May you find the right amount of change down the back of the sofa cushions for the chocolate bar or other confectionery of your choice.
May you always have a pen to hand when needed.
I appear to be late, but I’ll jump on the Captain Jack Harkness bandwagon.
“Hello, I’m Captain Jack Harkness”
:::swoooooooooooonnnnnnnnnn:::
51st century pheromones are transmitted audibly and visually too
May your wireless connection be stable.
May your autocorrect always supply the right word for the situation.
May your cat decide that sleeping in is better than being fed.
May your shoelaces never come untied.
May you always pick the shortest, fastest line at the store.
May your tech support staff be this cute, but more helpful.
http://youtu.be/NW-WzeRFaGg
This has always bugged me, and (here) it’s ubiquitous. Every school in America is apparently teaching the leaders of tomorrow.
The solution I’ve usually seen is simply defining “leader” so broadly that it applies to everyone, or, more specifically, defining “leadership” as “having any kind of skill or talent whatsoever.” Are you really good at art? You’re a creative leader! Would you rather help other people than be in charge? You’re a supportive leader! Do you just want to do your own damn work? You’re leading by example! Etc, etc.
You’re not like the other girls. You may try to be humble and deny it, but it’s true.
May all of the SXSW doucherockets that have infested one’s neighborhood this past week GO THE EFF HOME, FINALLY.
Seriously–no parking on my street, people have been using our yards as trashcans, my commute has turned into a hellscape hybrid of Frogger meets Death Race 2000, and I am officially over it.
Tomorrow will probably be slightly nuts with St. Patty’s Day, but that sigh you hear from the SW will be one of relief from the ATX locals.