Today I’m feeling lazy, so I’m just going to pass along some thoughts from Mark Minter, a fellow best known, insofar as he is known, for leaving melodramatic manospherian manifestos – look, three “m’s” in a row! — in other people’s comments sections. I’ve written about him before — twice! — and he’s recently returned to his old habit of leaving his droppings in the comments here.
This little masterpiece of purplish prose, however, was left in the comments section of Roosh V’s Return of Kings blog (and brought to my attention by a commenter here), where he gets a much friendlier reception than he gets in these parts. His topic: Returning to the United States after spending time abroad. (I’ve cut out big chunks of his comments, as Minty is a tad long-winded.)
I have been back 3 years and I do not seek to engage America in any way. I stay home, on the internet. I shop in the middle of the night for food. When I must be out in the day, I move quickly, efficiently. I interact little with this society that I am no longer a part of. Some of that is age but a lot of is that I have killed my American self and I feel no affection for it, no loyalty to it, and I shall discard it forever, soon. The only connection is feel to it is you, you band of renegade rebels to whom I feel a kindred spirit.
We few, we happy few, we band of douchebags!
Despite the claims of feminists, America is the Matriarchy, the land owned and dominated by women and their mangina menservants, their guards, their infrastructure that so caters to them, their laws.
Yes, it’s true. Along with its mangina manservants — hi, everybody! — America has a Matriarchal Infrastructure. For example, this power plant, located just outside Dacron, Ohio, is devoted entirely to providing electricity for women’s Hitachi Magic Wands.
Anyway, back to Mark’s riveting ruminations:
You see it when upon landing in America. In other places, immigration is almost a “lip service”, a gang of sorts to get money from you when you arrive and when you leave. The security you must pass, when entering. is almost a joke compared to what you encounter when you arrive in America. And it is far greater when you leave, those airlines and airport security forces have a procedure that is not so much that the idea of the country you are leaving, but rather the dictates of America, and its women.
Clearly, only women want border security. If it were up to men, anyone could just waltz in no questions asked, carrying bombs, heroin, large snakes, strange insects, bootleg t.A.T.u. CDs, what have you.
And here you are not a man, but a functionary, a manservant, a slave to women. You see it when you arrive, you feel it, you know it, that stripping of your masculine dignity that begins the moment you leave the plane and enter an American terminal, that herding, that loss of the you that is you. And you see it as you come out on these clean, lit streets, this great giant boring shopping mall, all designed for women, all policed for women, all at the behest of women and those manginas that have bought in … .
Damn you, America and your good lighting! Fuck you and your infernal lack of litter!
It is more than merely cultural, more than social, it is even biological. This matriarchy has dominated even nature here, controlled every last aspect, even the dirt, even the germs, all of the animals, and certainly, all of the men.
It’s true. ALL OF THE ANIMALS. Even my cats are women. Spoiled, pampered women who expect everything handed to them on a silver platter!
Well, not so much a silver platter as little paper plates. Also, I make them poop in a box. But you get the idea.
If you stay, you will remain in angst, a slave to women.
When I close my eyes the image I see is elsewhere.
Weird. I see the completely unilluminated inside of my eyelids, which is not a terribly interesting view.
And when I die, the fact I got to live elsewhere for a time, will dwarf what I feel about here. It is the basis of my rants about marriage and this American life as a married man being insipid, stupid, and a waste of the life of man. Because it ties you to here, it chains you, it removes your option, your hope, that you might leave, and seals your fate as a slave.
So, I guess … don’t get married then? Problem solved!
I don’t think the women of Matriarchal America are going to miss out greatly from you removing yourself from the marriage market. So, seriously, go right ahead.
NOTE: There is no Dacron, Ohio.
Oh yuck. “Never mind those people, what about MEEEEEE!?”
Aakiyah: One thing does worry me, though. When I start HRT while I’m at UCSC and my father inevitably finds out,
I understand how that goes. The people I’d be willing to introduce you to could certainly give you some emotional support. They might be able to help in other ways too (they have lots of experience with people who are trans; and know lots of trans/genderqueer people).
Regardless, if you want references, I’d be glad to make some.
P-EMRA will never be self-aware enough to understand that the contempt he gets is because he’s an asshat.
I came here because my former housemate (Best Housemate EVAH!), came in and asked me, “Have you heard of a site called, “manboobz”?
And so I went to see what it looked like. The rest is history. I’d guess that was in 2010. I am not sure if it was before, or after the 8,000 mile road trip. Before I think.
clairedammit: Those are black mulberries. The fruit is HELLA sweet. It makes great jam, esp. if you add a bit of lime juice.
OK, Shadow, I apologize if I inadvertently offended you for some reason, in the wake of the Boston crisis. I can’t know what’s going on in your life.
Here, Pemra, I got the perfect violin for you.
Everyone, I’m feeling extremely anxious right now. I keep thinking about my father finding me and threatening me with some kind of harm if he finds out about me undergoing HRT while attending UCSC. He’s likely going to force me to go to a psychiatrist to try to erase my transness. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m so afraid of his intimidation tactics and threats of violence. I want to love my father because he’s my father but he is so frightening to me that he is the only person I know who can scare me and make me feel helpless.
I’m just so overwhelmed right now. I wish I didn’t have to endure this just because I’m not cis. I can’t stop thinking about how he’ll never leave me alone even when I’m completely on my own. I know that because he has taken me on drives from California all the way to Colorado, where my older siblings used to live, and confront them there about their “sinful lifestyles” (i.e. being with the opposite sex before marriage).
Do you folks have any suggestions for calming myself down? Perhaps like things I can tell myself or remind myself of? I don’t think distractions will help me.
Fade, that gif is the best!
That guy’s cardie is pretty darn good, too. *knitwear moment*
Thanks, pecunium! The tree is at least 12 feet tall, and I’ve never noticed it before tonight. I guess it was surrounded by other volunteers until the power company trimmed them out from under the power lines recently. I will try to grab some when they’re ripe.
PEMRA is still here? Oh dear.
Aaliyah, all the hugs! I wish I had some solid suggestions for you. All I can think of is intervention orders once you’re away from him, and I’ve no idea whether they would apply in your case, let alone what the US laws are with them.
Fade, I don’t know anyone with chronic pain or fibromyalgia except the folks here, so can’t help with wheelchair info. Speaking of Some Gal, has anyone heard from her?
@Aaliyah That’s awful. You poor thing
Anyway, let me be serious before I go to bed. FibiBotV27.234 cannot make mistakes, but it does need sleep.
Honouring your ancestors implies honouring your ancestors. Group: Your ancestors.
Reason to admire: They were admirable people.
In part, does this ALSO honour the Confederacy? The facts are… Not really, but if you are not actively going “They sucked for doing this, forever”, and in your example, they willingly served in the Confederate Armies… then yes, you honouring their every act implies also honouring those acts that they did in that army. But that’s not what anyone is saying, and you know this, so you are fishing for sympathies. Please cease.
Same as standing by silent when people call for canadians to be raped in the street. I know you probably didn’t, no sane person really would, but if you don’t say “Hey, this ain’t cool”… you are, in fact, condoning that behaviour. You don’t get a middle ground.
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My logical fallacy implies that those people you call friends are your friends for a reason. And if you find yourself “tolerating” their “behaviour” a lot, just to remain friends… Maybe you should ask yourself if you are, in fact, friends at all. But I digress.
So let’s get serious:
I am a feminist. Not everyone I know is a feminist. You are a MRA, not everyone you know is an MRA.
Do you hate every feminist? In that case, you have a group problem – but you don’t, because I am certain you can think of people you “tolerate”. So you don’t hate every feminist, you hate some feminists.
So you hate a specific thing that some feminists do.
Ie, a nominal attribute generally and actually unrelated to the group
Ie; in truth, you hate certain behaviours that some people engage in – most likely unrelated to any superficial grouping you can make up for those people in your mind, beyond the very specific one of “I hate everyone who does THIS because it really annoys me”.
If your friends like you, and you are white, but they still “Hate white men” as a group… Then your friends, do not, in fact, “Hate white men” as a group.
Because they like you well enough, and you are white. So they hate something else. It’s not the “Being white” that gets them, it’s some other thing that a lot of white men happen to be.
“Priviledged”, maybe?
You cannot love parts of a group while claiming to hate that group. You know this, and you are fishing for sympathies Sir. Please cease, and let’s get to some substance.
Your perspective, expand it.
Play again? Y/N?
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“For some reason.” Like it’s not really fucking obvious.
@Shadow, lots of hugs 🙂
Sorry to get all soppy, but PEMRA made me appreciate some things.
Hubbie’s lying all snuggled up and asleep, he’s 37, shaved head, white, very handsome. He’s worked very hard, and is very successful.
The article I linked to for PEMRA is the same article my fella made sure he linked on his facebook page. This he also did with many other articles regarding all sorts of bigotry.
He identifies as a feminist, and is even harsher on MRAs than me.
Also he’s in tech, and is terribly worried about sexism in his field. He just employed two brilliant women and has spent the last week running around at work to make absolutely sure that the lady that reports to him can go on the women in tech conference.
PEMRA, you are a sad and lonely man, and I am not being nasty. My Husband had it hard, but worked for what he got and he still knows he is privileged, he spends time trying to rebalance things where he can.
He is a good man, and is loved because of it, can you say the same? I sincerely doubt it.
I guess so. But I’m also averse to the idea of doing something he’ll construe as “betrayal.” I feel horrible about the idea of pushing myself away from him even though I want to be left alone. I hope that makes sense.
@Aaliyah, I’m thinking, but in the meantime lots of hugs x
We actually have a good deal of historical and contemporary evidence of how societies treat groups they hate: Genocide, slavery, segregation, random acts of violence, barring said groups from voting or otherwise participating meaningfully in the public sphere, etc.
If society was really so hostile to straight white guys, then they wouldn’t be the group overwhelmingly represented in the higher echelons of politics, business, the media, academia and so on.
There are certainly lots of straight white guys struggling in life for a variety of reasons, but they aren’t struggling because they’re straight white guys.
@Aaliyah
You have my internet hugs if wanted, too. I don’t think I have any good advice, though, because for funky reasons, my reaction to conflict when it gets too much is “curl up into a ball and watch buffy in my room”
Aaliyah, a friend of mine who had a serious health crisis had a “mantra” she would use to calm herself down when she was spiraling into anxiety: “You’ll take care of today. When tomorrow becomes today, you’ll take care of that too.”
Don’t know if that’s useful, but thought I’d offer it up.
More practically, do you have a network of trans* folks that you can lean on? Plus more sympathetic family/friends?
More hugs too!
bionicmommy: Is it true that Chicago has the US’s best pizza? Or do you think that New York style is better?
What a loaded question. Of those two I’d take Chicago, but for preference I’ll take the West Coast styles (less sweet than New York, and the cheese tends to be both more even, and less salty). I also find NY crust to be a bit soggy in the center (though the corniche [the edge of the crust, where it puffs up) tends to be pretty good).
The sauce also tends to be, IMO, under spiced; with not enough oregano).
But I used to work in pizza joint when I was in college, so perhaps I’m over picky, but the Army also sent me lots of places, and most of them had pizza (don’t get pizza in Ukraine. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s relationship to what I think of as pizza is tenuous).
If you want a great book on it, Peter Rhinehart’s, “American Pie” is fantastic.
Ooh…. SHOUTOUT to augochlorella. I did delivery too. Stormy weather, and the strange lives of some of the regulars….
@ Aaliyah My partner knows exactly what you are going through. It’s impossible when you love someone and are scared at the same time.
Long time lurker going through some of these comments and I have to comment now because PIZZA. Sorry I’m late but a few pages up someone mentioned New Haven apizza AND THIS IS THE ONE TRUE PIZZA. White clam pizza is magical, as is MASHED POTATO PIZZA which is carbs, carbs, cheese, and butter. If you don’t like mashed potato pizza you are the epitome of evil, just like white men.
It makes sense, Aaliyah. I’m afraid I’m not the best person to speak on that subject, because I have no compunction about relatives when it comes to cutting them out of my life. My reaction to shithole relatives and how to deal with them isn’t going to help you at all!