Sometimes my job here is too easy. Usually I have to leave the confines of my own blog to find examples of misogyny to share on the blog. Today, the misogyny came right to me, in the form of a cartoon-villain-esque monologue deposited directly into the comments here by a proud woman-hater named Mark Minter.
Oh, but don’t call him a misogynist. Because Mr. Minter has declared war not only on women (and on me) but on language itself. Rejecting the dictionary definition of “misogynist” as “one who hates women,” Minter declares himself to be a “woman hater” but somehow not a misogynist. I don’t get it either. Here’s his, er, argument:
Manboob,
You throw this misogynist term around like it is an insult. But you know me, who I am, what I write. And I honestly believe I am not a misogynist.
I am a Woman Hater. There is a world of difference.
Misogynist is a clever little Femcentric term that women created to hurl at men or society whenever men or society don’t fall to their knees for the little dears. Sort of like Racist, something that the thinking man, the educated men would never wished to be levied at him.
But I’m woman hater. And it came from a long, long time of seeing, watching, and being with women, and knowing the creepy, greedy, scummy, black hearted little bitches that they are. You can’t hurl that “you just get didn’t get any” thing women that like to toss at men’s bloggers, because I did and I know them to their fucking core, literally and figuratively. My number dwarfs the number of the average man.
A woman hater knows women, to their core, to their little black hearted center, and hates them as they are for who and what they are. I could less if the little dears get all the institutional things they want. Heck I want them to have it and create their little world that they are over there with them, and men are over here.
Hurl your epithets at me, your misogynist accusations and I don’t care other than, in a correct verbal sense, you are using the wrong term. Its a little insulting from that standpoint, but I find it fitting that you can’t tell a misogynist from woman hater. You defend them because you don’t know them.
See, being a woman hater is a sign of good sense, a realistic appreciation of the world, the way things are, and especially the way women are.
PS, I’m here because my name showed up with you bashing me over something and I wish you would do it more. It really gives me better cred with the fellows. Fuck, we’re even good for each other. I give you shit to write about so you can play your beta/omega game, “Look I stood for you against those bad bad men. Please don’t reject me.” and your slamming me gives me more cred in the ‘Sphere.
Toddles Manboob
Mark Minter
So there you have it.
Also, Mark, I believe you mean “toodles,” not “toddles.” “Toodles” is a shortening of “Toodle loo,” a slang term meaning “goodbye.” “Toddle,” by contrast, means “to walk with short, unsteady steps” or “to walk leisurely; stroll.”
Also, my name isn’t “Manboob.” “Man Boobz” is the name of the blog, and my term for dear fellows like yourself, who are men and also boobs. That is, “foolish or stupid” people. I’m David.
Toddles!
EDIT: In case you had forgotten who Minter was (I had), he wrote the little manifesto I wrote about here. You know, the one about how Obama’s reelection was going to lead to some sort of dystopian matriarchy. Pretty standard Manosphere moonbattery.
Thanks! I was wondering if the oversewn raw edges might suffer a bit in the machine.
That “my men” shit is definitely creepy. Aso, not that I feel any real need to argue with his ASSFAX about women’s shopping habits, but hey, just got back from the store! My mother’s working, my father’s on disability, she bought his father depends and ice pops…misandry factor here?
Oh and a little Saint Mark Down day gift (thanks for that one pecunium) — M&M’s, cuz sale price. But that must’ve magically been my father’s money right? (Despite his amazing ability to spend all his money on total shit)
Anyways, in truly relevant things:
“You see Manboob, I got an email from a suicide hotline counselor. You know who calls him? Men in some stage of divorce, men who invested their very essence, buying into the bullshit conditioning that society hands to men, man that have had their soul and worth stomped on by women. He said, “I find that 100% of men that have had divorce filed on them and are faced the reality of family court and life ahead of them, the loss of their life, the loss of their children, at some point, think about suicide””
Logical fallacies, let us have some! Let’s assume, for argument’s sake, that you did receive this email, and the person sending it was presenting reality as he sees it (this wording is important, so do keep up). Problem here is that the bit of reality he sees is directly related to how he interacts with the world. That is, if all the divorcees he talks to have called a suicide hotline, well no fucking shit all of them are suicidal, that’s why they called! Contra, all the divorcees who are not suicidal do not call suicide hotlines, and thus he does not interact with them.
I have M&M’s and whiskey…and coffee…I share with people who are not Minter, anyone interested?
@kittehs
Thanks for answer 🙂 Didn’t connect them.
@argenti aertheri
Virtual MnMs plz 😀
I’ll have some M&Ms please, just poured my coffee here. 🙂
Love your dissection of that alleged email. My pets are cats, therefore all pets are cats!
Shall we add flavored bottled water to the welcome basket?
@kittehs
My guinea pigs are not litterbox trained, therefore no guinea pigs can be litter box trained!
This is fun. More when I can think…I think 😛
Sorry for the rambling. Just all…weird today. But feeling slightly better, after having played w/ said guinea pigs 😀
*passes around M&M’s*
“Shall we add flavored bottled water to the welcome basket?”
Consider it done!
And because I clicked the wrong link in the welcome package, female penguins are whores therefore all birds are whores.
Oh gods, so I had more cory eggs earlier. Meaning my father was calling my female cory a hussy and next thing you know she’ll be on welfare! …while I’ve got a razor blade against glass and am trying not to puncture the eggs. He’s so much fun! *gags*
I’ve got two females down there though, one of the albinos has gotten quite large, so I think it’s 2 girls and a boy. So we’ll see who the mother fishie is when they hatch, I might have albino cories!
My married mother used to buy flavoured bottled water — with money from her joint account with her husband, no less. Although I don’t think that was because she was a stupid evil woman, so much as because she had two kids and wanted to give us water we would actually drink? Naaaaaaaaw.
Your father is such a wit … not. ::grimace::
I’ve only sold nautical books, therefore all bookshop staff have only sold nautical books.
PS Marie, you are definitely not bothering me, for one. This is a community and we are perfectly happy to hear about how people are doing 🙂
Ditto what katz said!
@katz and kittehs
Thanks 🙂 Just kinda worried today, see: sick and slightly more rambly/ confuzzled than normal.
Oops, I was gonna update you guys 😉 I’m actually feeling a little better now, just a lot more worn out, so, mostly yay? 😀
Hey, no worries, Marie, and glad you’re feeling better. Internet hugs and your favourite hot drink!
@kittehs
Yay! Both gladly accepted. 😀
I just clicked on Minter’s link. It took me to his facebook page. He posts lots of stuff, but doesn’t have any friends. I’ve never seen that before
Minter: What the fuck are you on about with “your men” being cheated?
It’s not that I, “believe” I’m on the “good side”. I believe women are people, like all other people, with good, bad, indifferent, examples.
You don’t. You think women are a lump, and evil. People who think all of a group one thing are bigots. You happen to be the type of bigot the term misogynist describes. If the shoe fits, wear it.
I wonder if Mintyboy’s claims of “fuck them and leave them” would more accurately be described as “nobody would touch him twice”?
One of the no-so-thrilling things around here the past few months is that we have our very own men’s rights activist on campus. It started last fall when my department head called me in to show me a flyer about false accusations and our university’s sexual harassment policy (which is a fraking joke–as is the fact that all the official administrators one is supposed to see to lodge a complaint are MEN), and ask me what the heck!?! He’d googled some of the language and was freaked out: due to my extensive education via you all, I could fill him in on wtf.
Then this spring, the student newspaper ran an editorial on how unfair the new university’s sexual harassment policy was to male students and faculty, same language.
And this past week, an email has been sent to faculty and staff with a long rant about the unfair (you guessed it) sexual harassment policy, by somebody claiming to be an alum and a former instructor (the first is likely, the second not so much), and having secretly taped the HR people telling stories about students (female) falsely claiming (male) faculty sexually harassed them — because of bad grades.
THe university is looking into it–they had to deal with this same guy last year apparently, so it’s an ongoing thing.
What was hilarious was the absolutely carbon-copy language of the flyer, editorial, and email (and the dude’s web site, which I’m not linking to because that would reveal university name, etc).
@ithiliana
🙁 Sorry to hear that. Sounds…icky.
Oh 🙁 Wow.
Internet hugs if wanted. That sounds stressful.
First thing that came to mind with this was Pell’s “I’m totes a university professor!” meltdown.
Argenti: I’ve started seeing Nemiroff here. It’s decent, mid-grade, stuff (so about the level of Grey Goose/Uncle Tito’s). Which means the prices they want for it are more than I want to pay; since they are asking more than the really good stuff can be had for in Ukraine.
Pecunium — they only have the birch but I just checked and they should ship to you — http://www.amitywines.com/vsku1567373.html
I think they can special order the other flavors, but I’ve never tried. And I really must remember to check there for Jameson’s, I don’t want to talk about how expensive CT’s liquor tax makes it. (I actually miss PA’s liquor control board, how sad is that?)