So we learned the other day from that Man Going His Own Way that male violence was, like, totally the fault of evil sexy ladies. Now, from this Men’s Rights Redditor, we learn that homophobia — or at least homophobia directed at gay men — is all the fault of straight women and their desire for macho dudes. Because straight men don’t ever express any sort of hostility towards gay or effeminate men — it’s just those darn ladies!
But, huh, what about all those straight dudes who are always calling other dudes “gay” and, you know, that other word that starts with an “f?”
Well, apparently that’s just playful joshing. No harm, no foul! If anything, it shows how wonderfully tolerant of gayness these guys are. I mean, come on, if you can’t see this, you must be stupid, or something. Or so says this other Men’s Rights Redditor:
They’re just having a little fun. You’re not against fun, are you?
Thanks to the AgainstMen’sRights subreddit for pointing me to these quotes.
Guys… Scented FUCKING Candles
To be fair odd names for food are common all over the world. What about imam bayildi (literally “the imam fainted”)?
melody, that’s a pain! I hope you weren’t in the bed when it happened. Is it a wood frame?
I see one homeless woman most mornings – not to talk to, since she spends most of her time screaming abuse at passsers-by. There are far too many homeless people in Melbourne; not surprising given our totally disgusting housing situation (in a word: unaffordable). Hell, just ask any Big Issue vendor – funny how lying trollboy has managed never to see any of them in London.
I get the grass one, but I have to question the wisdom of a bacon scented candle.
And, for them as was asking:
Yarn
And a close up.
Oh, maybe our prices are better! Is heavier more expensive? The ones I’m looking at are 13 oz.
LOL those candles! Perfect!
But aren’t they mangina candles anyway? Because, you know, candles.
It says, “riding mower”… So I think engine smell, and rubber tires and gasoline and grass.
@ casandra
I knew an Asian guy once who applied to join the police. He asked that his test be marked using the same criteria as if he were white. He wanted to look his fellow officers in the eye.
I am sure women could do the same.
The weight is how much one yard of wool weighs.
I am sure women could do the same.
They do.
I propose that we all continue to ignore hat dude’s nattering about his imaginary friends.
The problem with the idea of mangina candles (well, one of the problems) is that I expect them to smell like…well…
Which would be a lot more appropriate for the bedroom than bacon. I think the bacon candle would make me wake up in the middle of the night dying for a sandwich.
Engine and rubber? Eww!
Bacon … yeah, I like the smell of it when it’s cooking and I’m about to eat it (very rarely here, most mornings over There). But otherwise? Nope. Not keen on food smells being around generally, except fruit.
Every time I think of ride-on mowers I think of my BiL going A over T off the back of his when he hit accelerate and wiped himself off on a branch. He wasn’t hurt, I hasten to add. My sister’s reaction: “Why do you always do these things when I’m not there with a camera? We could make a fortune on Australia’s Funniest Home Videos!”
😀
Speaking of SCENTED FUCKING CANDLES!!
I made a note in the grocery store to ask if religious candles or citronella candles are misandry? (Also, do the later work? I am totally a mosquito buffet)
Feddy: Ever spent time with the British Army? I have (I was chosen to do an exchange). In case you weren’t aware, the Army has women in it.
They do the same drills, as the men. They hump the same loads in their bergens. They wear the same helmets, shoot the same rifles, walk the same distances.
They don’t ask for special treatment. And they do it just as well as the men.
You could learn something from them; stop whinging, and ruck up.
Nope. I tossed my bag on it and down it went. It is a metal frame. Now my box frame and mattress are on the floor. *sighs*
Have you seen the scented candles with rings in them:
http://www.diamondcandles.com/products/cuddle
Heheh mangina candles in the bedroom have got my mind all pleasantly tangenty …
Also!
Pecunium — man enough to unabashedly say he wears a skirt. Which is, of course, good sir, why you were knighted! XD
@ melody
Simply screaming at people does not mean you are homeless. If she was clean and well dressed she was living somewhere.
Or maybe she was a feminist. Most of them have HUGE houses.
Citronella candles of the giant stick them in the ground in the yard variety have worked for me, and my skin is apparently catnip for mosquitos.
First and foremost, congrats LBT!
I must be a really crappy MRA delusion feminist.
When I got divorced, I didn’t get a penny. In fact, my ex drained $15K out of the business bank account, leaving it overdrawn. Three weeks after I was diagnosed with cancer and had just started chemotherapy. All because he was afraid that I would be too sick to work and… no way was he EVER going to go to work instead.
My SO didn’t pay for a single date for the three weeks between meeting eachother and moving in together, because reasons that are nobody’s business. Didn’t really matter to me.
I don’t take advantage of female quotas for hiring as… well, I made my own job. Chivalry? Is that like holding the door for people. As a rule, I hold the door open for anyone, regardless of age, gender, etc because manners. Yes, even men. I really suck at this.
I do see myself getting married again, because… who knows, the feminist hivemind spermjacking man kicking indoctrination may actually work this time and I’ll really be able to pull off the traditional “woman steals man’s sperm, cuckholds him, cleans him out in a divorce and soaks him for child support” American marriage. No, actually, it’s because I love my SO. I want to see him when I look at my children. I want to sit on the porch with him, eat sunflower seeds and tell the neighborhood kids to pull their damn pants up. I want him to be the one that farts in bed next to me for the next 50+ years. I could care less about the legal contract, as long as he’s the one pretending that my boobies are radio tuners and he’s trying to find the Russian TV channel until the day I die.
My parents are already dead.
I saw a homeless woman yesterday in the check cashing store. I know, I should have taken pix and videos, because this is like coming across a unicorn, but… alas, I was too busy helping her fill out some forms and slipping some money into her hand before I left. I know, I really should have just stood and gawked. Someday I’ll learn.
/sarcasm
Kittehs It’s still cheaper than Scotland, where a 10 oz eight yard was running about £600.
*hands the Fedora a rucksack* granted, it’s technically a woman’s bag, because the men’s just didn’t fit (too short and thin, pecunium do men’s bags sit weird on you too?)
You can put your hat, um…well…I guess it’d fit between the expanding front (back) panel and the bag proper. Just don’t lean on anything or you’ll crush it!
A metal frame collapsing! Bummer.
How about a candle that smells like cat fur?
I never can figure out how cats get their fur smelling so good when their spit smells, well, gakk
Cat alchemy, I expect.
Six hundred pounds! Ouch!
Hey all, we’re trying to ignore the troll, he’s just here for the lulz and isn’t worth answering.
So, I’m just sitting here in my HUGE house, eating bon bons, shopping for useless crap online, and cleaning and dressing screaming women so that I can send them back out on the street to impersonate homeless people.
What about you guys? Doing anything interesting?