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NEWS FLASH: Women aren’t the mysterious creatures that Nice Guys ™ — and predators — like to pretend that they are

Consent: Not actually that hard to recognize.
Consent: Not actually that hard to recognize.

Blog posts by the New Misogynists I write about here often seem to be little more than combinations and recombinations of a relatively small number of very bad ideas. Today, let’s look at a blog post from a “conservative libertarian” and creepy Nice Guy ™ who identifies himself only as TIC, which combines a bit of “consent is hard” and “women only like bad boys” with some muddled notions from Evo Psych to conclude that women are such mysterious creatures that no one could possibly know what they really want — and so therefore it’s women who are the ones who are really responsible when they get raped.

It’s an argument that bears a strong similarity to the stories rapists tell themselves to excuse their actions. When people describe so-called Nice Guys ™ as creepy, this is why: in a lot of ways, they think like predators. In the case of TIC here, exactly like predators.

TIC starts off by ridiculing the notion that “no means no.”

Women are notorious for always warning men that “no means no”. For us men who have dealt with enough women, we know this to be pure malarkey. If “no” always meant “no”, many men would die virgins. There would also be fewer rapes as a result, because for once women would mean what they said instead of talking in indirect code language.

And now the victim blaming begins in earnest:

Women, many times, bring rape upon themselves. They purposely reject men, even ones they are interested in, in order to get him to chase her. Since women love to be the prize and the center of attention, leading a man on a wild goose chase through all sorts of hoops and mind games is all too common in today’s society.

Now, if this were actually true it would be, well, sort of annoying for straight men who don’t like jumping through hoops. TIC, though, seems to have convinced himself that the fact that some women play coy in the dating world somehow makes it literally impossible for men to tell when and if they’re raping a woman.

What this does is blur the line between what is acceptable for a man to do to a woman and what is not…because once we can all agree that women want to be chased, we can understand what a predicament it puts men into. Since “no” does not always mean “no”, there is no real way for a man to know when to stop his advances upon a woman.

TIC now pulls out some half-baked Evo Psych to bolster his alleged argument:

My theory as to why women give such pieces of advice goes back to dark triad genes or the lack thereof. You see, when a woman tells a man that he should just be himself, or to respect women, or to give them compliments, or that “no means no”, what she is actually doing is bullshitting the male. This is a weeding out mechanism that women use in order to ensure that men who don’t get it never will.

He follows this up with a fairly standard Nice Guy ™ whine.

You see, women do not want nice guys to propagate their genes. They do not wish for them to be successful with women. This is why advice coming from women is never good; it has been sabotaged from the get-go.

Well, actually, If women are telling Nice Guys ™ that “no means no” because they don’t want to have sex with these Nice Guys ™  aren’t these women, however mean you think they are, communicating what they want pretty clearly?

TIC moves on to another standard Nice Guy ™ complaint: that women actually get to turn down men for sex. Never mind that men also have the right to refuse sex with anyone they want. To the dedicated Nice Guy ™, the fact that women can say “no” means that they’re the ones running the show. And doing a terrible job of it, to boot.

Women have the power and control in the dating scene. This is important to note because it means that any and every problem with society in the context of female-male relations falls on the shoulders of women themselves.

And we’re back in Evo Psych-land again:

If women decide to start dating men who are genuine, nice, and honest, then that is what most men will become. Since women, however, are only attracted to males with dark triad genes, that is what most men strive to be. The ones that do not either are alone or being used.

Therefore, women are responsible for getting raped:

[S]ince women have decided to make men chase and act in an overly-aggressive fashion in order to get sex, the rape culture pervades society. Make no mistake about it, women invariably cause most rapes.

Oh, but ladies, TIC isn’t necessarily blaming you personally for being raped. You may be a perfectly virtuous woman. It’s all those other ladies who created the rape culture that got you raped.

Now, this is not to say that specific individuals who are victims of raped caused it or even desired it. The point is that women overall have created an environment in which only sexually aggressive, narcissistic, abrasive men are seen as sexually attractive (these traits are what women interpret as being “confident”).

They have created an environment in which “no” doesn’t mean “no”, it actually means “try harder, keep going, I want to be chased, I want to feel wanted even though you’ve already made it clear that you want me. I want to play games and toy with you until I’m satisfied.”

Huh. I thought women were only interested in aloof dudes who insult them and refuse to buy them drinks, not with supplicating so-called betas falling over themselves to chase women. At least that’s what all the Pickup Artists keep telling me.

But no. In TIC’s world, women are mysterious creatures who delight in mystifying men, and men have no choice but to try, and try, and try again.

Men are constantly placed in awkward, unsure situations because what women want is always esoteric.

If women are so “esoteric” how is it that so many of them manage to end up in relationships with people they love? Surely at some point they must have managed to convey to their partners what they wanted.

Should he approach? If she rejects him, should he continue his advances because that’s what she may want deep down? Who knows?

Who knows? You should know, dude, and if you don’t, you should find out. Seriously, if you honestly can’t tell if a woman wants to make out with you, or have sex with you, or even just watch an episode of Mad Men with you, STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING and USE WORDS to ASK HER what she wants.

If you ask if she wants to have sex and she says no, assume she means no, and don’t have sex with her. And don’t assume she said “no” because she thinks you’re a spineless beta for asking. Seriously. If a woman really wants to have sex with you, chances are infinitesimally slim that she’s going to change her mind and throw you out simply because you actually asked her if she wants to have sex. (And if she is that sort of person, count your blessings that you’re not dating her, and move on.)

If the woman you’re pursuing is such a flighty game player that for some perverse manipulative reason she won’t say “yes” when she means “yes,” DON’T HAVE SEX WITH HER. Assume that anything short of a clear “yes” is a “no.” And maybe think about dating someone who can communicate what she wants more clearly.

If you assume that ambiguity means no, the worst that can happen is that miss out on having sex with someone who’s up for having sex with you, but who for some reason can’t or won’t tell you what she really wants. A missed chance to have sex is not the end of the world. If, by contrast, you assume that ambiguity means yes, the worst that can happen is that you rape someone. Err on the side of caution. Don’t err on the side of rape.

Unfortunately, like most of those who pretend that consent is somehow more complicated than quantum physics, TIC doesn’t actually seem much interested in figuring out the alleged mysteries of consent. He seems more interested in providing an excuse for men who want to pretend that consent is so hard, and women such mysterious creatures, that they just can’t help raping women.

For many men, leaving things to chance is not an option. They will continue to press the issue in order to find out the woman’s true intentions.

“Press the issue.” That may be the creepiest euphemism for rape I’ve run across yet.

Thus is the nature of women: enablers of the very thing they claim to despise the most.

No, it’s the nature of sexual predators to pretend that a clear verbal “no” from the target of their sexual advances means “keep pushing,” and, indeed, that any response short of a punch in the nose is evidence that their victim “really wants it.”

Rapists like to pretend that they somehow “misunderstood” the signals their victims gave them. But there’s good research showing that this just isn’t true – and that the predators know it. As Thomas Macaulay Millar has pointed out in a much-cited post on the Yes Means Yes blog, predators can read the signals from their victims just fine. It’s just that they don’t like what their victims are trying to tell them – that is, no. “[T]he notion that rape results from miscommunication is just wrong,” Millar writes. “Rape results from a refusal to heed, rather than an inability to understand, a rejection.”

And this is where predators and Nice Guys ™ find common cause. Predators don’t really care what their victims want, and will keep going regardless of whether or not they get a clear message to stop; pretending that women are mysterious creatures unable to convey what they want gives them a perfect excuse for their predatory behavior.

Nice Guys, by contrast, may not actually be confident enough to believe that the women they fixate on will ever say yes to them. And so they’re drawn to the same specious arguments about the alleged “esoteric” nature of women that predators spout — because these half-believed arguments enable them to pretend that ambigious signals — or even flat-out no’s — are yeses in disguise.

TIC’s argument doesn’t explain rape culture. His argument is rape culture.

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J.S.
J.S.
10 years ago

Actually, I’m 6 feet, 180lbs. of charming southern gentlemanly delight. And a former U.S. Marine.

And I can guarantee you one thing. If any of you ladies ever saw me in person, you’d eat your words.

kittehserf
10 years ago

Yum!

If you sense a mysterious grey tabby presence on the dinner table, that’ll be Katie, the bacon and egg queen.

kittehserf
10 years ago

LOL trolly’s trying really hard, isn’t he? And failing.

Ally S
10 years ago

:: throws a pancake at J.S.’s face ::

weirwoodtreehugger
10 years ago

Every troll and asshole is an internet Adonis. I totally buy it every time.

No I don’t.

contrapangloss
10 years ago

Sorry creeper-dude. Height and weight class doesn’t change the creep-tasity of being older than my dad, ‘happily married’, and hitting on girls younger than me.

LBT: What movie are you thinking of?

Kittehserf, that sounds amazing! Could an intermediate baker pull it off?

Ally S
10 years ago

Seeing how it’s pancake day, I’m thinking buckwheat pancakes with carob molasses for dinner today. And maybe bacon and eggs.

That sounds great!

Oravanystävä
Oravanystävä
10 years ago

As things are going, in his next post he’ll claim that his farm is DIRECTLY ON THE BEACH

(aaaaand back to lurking; hi everyone!)

titianblue
titianblue
10 years ago

I’ve eaten all the pancakes :-p

fromafar2013
fromafar2013
10 years ago

I wanna play Settlers of Catan! My coven was gonna play it at our last meeting but then it snowmageddoned all over us and we had to cancel. 🙁

https://i.chzbgr.com/maxW500/3180509440/h6FF94799/

kittehserf
10 years ago

dammit, titianblue, you didn’t leave any for me!

That’s it, I’m siccing Katie onto you.

contrapangloss – what, the dark fruit cake? I’ve no idea, I buy it from the supermarket. I’m not even a beginner baker. The chocolate biscuits are just good old Arnott’s. 😀

kittehserf
10 years ago

Pretty kittieeeeeeeeeee!

J.S.
J.S.
10 years ago

Quote; Contrapangloss

“Sorry creeper-dude. Height and weight class doesn’t change the creep-tasity of being older than my dad, ‘happily married’, and hitting on girls younger than me.”

I don’t hit on them, hon.

They chase me.

It’s really cute to watch some smokin’ hot 25 year old hovering around me and dropping hints that she’s horny as hell. I generally treat them like the daughter I don’t have.

I have to admit, I kinda like the attention.

I just wish I had gotten this much play 20 years ago. I never said I knew what made these girls tick. Crazy I guess.

sparky
sparky
10 years ago

And I can guarantee you one thing. If any of you ladies ever saw me in person, you’d eat your words.

No we wouldn’t. Height, weight and accent have no bearing on whether or not a person is a creepy, ignorant rape-apologist.

sparky
sparky
10 years ago

It’s really cute to watch some smokin’ hot 25 year old hovering around me and dropping hints that she’s horny as hell. I generally treat them like the daughter I don’t have.

Cool story, bro.

Fibinachi
Fibinachi
10 years ago

Happy pancake day!

I can’t make you all a pancake, so instead, I’ve made you this!

Once upon a morning bleary, while I wondered weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious brand of coffee lore
While I nodded, gently roasting , suddenly there came a boasting
As if some one gently ghosting, ghosting at the threads from yore
“’God damn necroes,” I muttered, “Posting at the threads of yore –
Only this, and nothing more”

Ah, devouring a bagel, I checked the post from foregone April,
And each separate new comment wrought a mess upon the floor
Eagerly the poster resurrected , – vainly, pasts I thought protected –
and great truth interjected – interjected ‘bout his fascination quite a bore –
Now in this comment section evermore

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple prose
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors, he was quite a bore;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some necro entreating, gently repeating, all the points that’s gone before-
Some necro-poster entreating, once again repeating, all the point’s gone before –
This it is, and nothing more

Presently, my ire grew stronger, laughing then no longer,
“Sir”, I said, “Or troll, truly your understanding I implore;
But the fact is you are sapping, ever quite so deftly trapping
Just persistently rapping, rapping the points that come before,
That I scare was sure you meant it – have I said essentialism do abhor;-
You’re mistaken and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I sat here wondering, fearing,
doubting, screaming, screaming things many mortals have said before;
“But a woman is no object, surely you can treat her as a subject,
And only press for sex when the whispered word is, “More!”
This I whispered, and an echo mumbled that the trick was to, “Ignore!”
Merely that and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my mind within me burning,
Soon again I heard a boasting, somewhat louder than before
“Surely,” said He, “Surely it is somewhat in my bearing,
Let you see then, what the trick is, and on this subject be a bore –
Let my mouth be not still a moment, and my audience I bore;-
‘Tis quite simple, you must their attentions but ignore!”

Then this old and world-wise farmer began beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
‘By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance that I wore,
Though they got on their knee and flashed, though’ said he, ‘ they sure flirt
Ghastly grim I lost my job, it hurt, and I will wander from their door –
Tell you what the lordly deed is to get the nighttime Dionysussian score’
Qouth the poster, such a bore

Much I marveled at this ungainly fool to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its statements little thought – little empathy bore;
For he cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with getting laid without a going through a chore
Man or female in their couplings always follow a guidelines one or four,
Foremost of which will be ‘Ignore!.’

But the poster, sitting lonely on some placid farm, wrote only,
Of a system, as if his soul in that one system he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – nor a neuron was fluttered –
Till I scarecely more than shuddered ‘Other people have had friends before!
On their beds and in their hearts, they have had their friends before!’
Then the necro wrote: “… Ignored!”

Startled at the standard broken by a reply so aptly token,
‘Doubtless,’ said I ‘what it utters is its only stock and store,
caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore –
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of “Ignore-ignore-ignore!”

(That one required very little remixing.
Huh)

But the necro still beguiling all my bleary soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a seat in front of pc and section and read more;
Then, upon the hardbacked chair wincing, I betook myself to convincing
Farmer unto fancy, thinking that I might his decency implore –
Alas, a grim, ungainly, ghastly gaunt and stunted thing was all he had, the bore
Meant his croaking of “Ignore!”

‘Manboobz!” Wrote He, “thing of females! – Manboobz still, if man or mangina! –
Whether you have been into the garden, or whether temper tossed thee outside the bedroom door
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert of dates I’ve expounded –
On this heart horror haunted – tell me truly, I implore –
Is there, – do you get it, Lead! – tell me – tell me, I implore
Do you understand you must ignore?!

“Manboobz” wrote he, “Thing of females – Manboobz still, if man or mangina!
By the solipsistic mind that bends before you – by that empathy I tore –
Tell you how to speak the secret language, subcommunicate your desire
It shall clasp a saintly maiden, she’ll fuck you!’ so he swore
‘Screw a feminine and female maiden, if you do but Ignore!”
Qouth the poster, such a bore.

‘I’m a charming southern man, a marine a gent!’ He shrieked, upstarting –
‘I’m quite the catch and likable, and offered Dionysian activities galore!
You’re all old coots, and your resistance token, the truths that I have spoken!
Leave no refutations not ignored! There is no way I am a bore!
Take it straight from me, I get into lots of gardens, I find it not a chore!
I have learned the greatest lesson; I ignore!

And this necro, never quitting, still is sitting, still is shitting
on the pallid pretense of understanding in the section, still a bore
And his statements have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the gaslight flows from him, streaming, shows his aloud arrogance (the bore)
And my soul is gently fleeing, fleeing form that immense ineptitude of common sense galore

For all he is, is a but a bore.

EVER MORE

contrapangloss
10 years ago

“I generally treat them like the daughter I don’t have.”

I’m suddenly very glad you don’t have a daughter. Your creepiness level just went up. Way up. Based on previous comments by you, I am SO glad you don’t have a daughter.

Brain bleach, please!

weirwoodtreehugger
10 years ago

JS, you are completely full of shit. You do know that waitresses and retail workers have to be nice to right? It’s not cause they want to get with you. Where are you meeting all these hot 25 year olds? I thought you were a farmer?
Is it your blow up dolls? They aren’t real you know.

contrapangloss
10 years ago

Fibonachi, you are amazing.

Found some brain bleach, for better ignoring trolls with:

First off, crazy amazing dog:
http://youtu.be/lTQtL2NHg1I

Then, cute baby fox:
http://youtu.be/RkxGj8r7J3M

Kim
Kim
10 years ago

At least we’ve solved the curious behaviour of young women suddenly finding you irresistible in your middle age. They’re not. You think that when these young women are happy to be alone with you, it’s because they want sex. It’s not. They’re not coming onto you. They’re not even thinking about sex in the same moment as you.

This reminds me of “they were totally hitting on me because they asked me if the sushi was any good”.

cloudiah
10 years ago

If JS is getting play from 20-year-olds, I’m a hedgehog.

marinaliteyears
marinaliteyears
10 years ago

Im still amused that J.S. Doesn’t see the irony in telling a whole bunch of woman that we dont know the secret language of woman.

Like, seriously guy? Your telling me that all 20 something woman have a magical secret language they *all* use, and we all just happened to miss by it? I will let you in on a secret.. I’m 23, and most of my friends are also in their 20s. None of my friends have any idea what your talking about.. Unless of course, your talking about false patriarchal stereotypes?
(and again, it amuses me to no end that apparently, a lot of women don’t know this secret woman language, because somehow, only hot young women know it? somehow?)

Also, Again with the improv acting. Like magic, he went from a ‘rustic’ 52 Year old farmer (who is happily married.), who somehow knows modern PUA Ideas (despite being happily married.), to a former marine.(who gets all the women.) It amuses me how many trolls think that being a “former Marine” Makes them into some kind of prototypical bad-ass and hot guy, automatically, because isn’t that how it works? Also, quotation marks because every single troll who wants to pretend to be hot/tough always jumps right into that phrase, like its magic.

Man, this necrotroll was more amusing last night when I was tired. Least his magic tricks and improv acting are keeping the show going!

katz
10 years ago

Well. This has been boring. More pancake talk, please.

marinaliteyears
marinaliteyears
10 years ago

Ugh, I can tell Im still out of it. Every case of Woman gets corrected to Women*

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