When you look at the above picture — a group portrait of the Congressional freshman class of 2013 — whatβs the first thing that pops into your head? Maybe something along the lines of βthere sure are a lot of white dudes in that picture!β
Not if youβre βEmmanuel Goldsteinβ over at Roosh Vβs Return of Kings blog. No, he looked at that same picture and thought: American women sure are a bunch of worthless attention whores!
Why? Because some of the women in the picture have the temerity to wear … bright colors!
[N]ot one man appears in bright red, blue, pink or yellow. For the men, it gets about as radical as a light grey suit … The women, on the other hand, have never met a gauche shade of neon they wouldnβt wear. Why are American women so hell bent on attention whoring, precisely in the places where they say they want to be taken seriously? Why do women βfight for equalityβ by swapping outfits with Bozo the Clown? Why are old white women so desperate to show us their wrinkly cleavage?
Iβm not exactly sure how youβre defining βcleavageβ here, EG, but Iβm not really seeing a lot of it in this picture. Well, none, really. None cleavage. I see one outfit, possibly two, that might under some circumstances reveal a small amount of cleavage.
Not that it really matters, as EGβs outrage is purely for show.
He quotes the late paleo-con Lawrence Auster, who also professed to be similarly outraged by women and their terrible breast-baring clothes.
The way many women dress today, with half their breasts exposed, is an expression of total disrespect for men. Men are left with three possible responses. To grab the woman, which is illegal; to ogle the woman, which is socially unacceptable; or to affect not to notice the woman at all, which is emasculating. A culture that normalizes such female behaviorβi.e. not only not noticing or objecting to it, but prohibiting any objection to itβis extremely sick.
Really? Men suffer because sometimes they see cleavage and theyβre not allowed to grope or drool? Oh, you poor, poor fellows! Should I prepare the fainting couch?
EG then turns to Laura Woods, the self-proclaimed Thinking Housewife, who once declared
revealing dress in professional settings [to be] a last-ditch effort by women to salvage their femininity. They are living daily lives of masculine aggression and drive. They are pressured to destroy their inherent selflessness and desire to serve. They make their breasts appear overblown, near-to-bursting balloons as a way of diverting attention from what they have become.
Near-to-bursting balloons? Apparently Woods has been watching too much office-themed porn.
Naturally, EG agrees wholeheartedly with Woods:
Hers may be the most potent explanation yet. I have surmised as much about the ubiquity of the color hot pink, as a microcosm of this drive, and itβs popularity as a marketing tool to women. It is an impossibly ugly, tacky hue, yet women love it. These women are not feminine in any meaningful way, yet they think that having a vagina is something to be proud of. Wearing hot pink is akin to liking an anti-Kony group on Facebook to feel like youβre doing your part to fight genocide.
Wait, what?
Wearing hot pink is akin to liking an anti-Kony group on Facebook to feel like youβre doing your part to fight genocide.
Iβm tempted to stop here, because thereβs no way he can get any dumber than this.
But then I remember that I forgot to mention the one man who EG sees as the βmale analog to the women I describe.β That is, the male analog to those whorish congresswomen and their oh-so-revealing pantsuits. His name, EG tells us, is
Buzz Bissinger, a GQ contributor who later checked into rehab for a shopping addiction. …Β Oh, it turns out heβs had some homosexual encounters as well. Iβd love to see a straight man test the bounds of βequality,β and dress like these buffoons, and still keep his job.
Damn those bisexual men and their bisexual style privilege! Straight men truly are the mostest oppressed of the most oppressed!
Anyway, here are a couple of pictures of Mr. Bissinger, the male analog, evidently taken while he was on the job:
As you may have noticed, heβs not exactly the βmale analogβ to the pantsuited congresswomen above, given that in the middle picture there he seems to be wearing NOTHING BUT HIS UNDERPANTS AND SOME WRISTBANDS.
You donβt see that a lot in the Congressional Womenβs Caucus.
Weirdly, whoever it was who doubted I’d get many third position grey a people was only sorta right. Five third position people, one is grey a. (Three neo-nazis too btw)
Outlier detection occurringβ¦soon? I hope?
Marxism: Obsession with wacky 30’s screwball comedy.
I hope the neo-nazis are trolls.
Conservativism — an obsession with conserving things (if only that where true and “things” meant “the environment”)
Lots of Green Party // other environmentalists btw.
Third positionism is essentially neo-nazism dressed as hippie, too.
I’m kind of one of those gray-As! (Even though I know that means I totally don’t exist and am trying to just be a super-special privilege snowflake.)
RE: hypnosis
I haven’t been hypnotized (in our condition, I think it would be a VERY bad idea) but I’ve actually done a bit of EMDR, which is similar. When it was described to me, I thought it was bunk, but my triggers at the time were so intrusive that I was willing to give just about anything a shot, and it seemed harmless enough.
It shocked me that it was so helpful, though it did have the weird side effect of making me REALLY sleepy afterward. Even now, when I write or talk about EMDR, I compulsively yawn. I yawned three times just writing this comment.
Oh goddammit, I should’ve known better than to mention EMDR. I CAN’T STOP YAWNING. Damn it, stupidest side effect ever!
LBT — that was 5 third position people, 34 grey a people. (I think it’s more like 32 once I remove the CHECK ALL THE THINGS people, but yeah, more than 30 of y’all)
I think we should all call out these jerks for what they’re really doing…they’re perving on women in the name of “enforcing decency” or whatever the hell that means…
Howard Bannister
So, females are obviously more responsible for domestic violence, IF you count lions and probably tigers!
Emerging as part of the Argenti-inspired mass de-lurk to give this story:
Mark Wilson gets a government grade photo assignment and thinks βwhoo hoo!β
Visits the location and looks at his subjects. Cries
Sends an email to all the Congresspeople saying: βPlease, please β wear something colourful for the photo-shoot tomorrowβ
Arrives to find the women have made an overall effort but the men remain a seagull dotted oil slick β with ties
Scatters the half dozen colourful elements through the crowd. Looks at the composition of the picture. Cries
Puts most of the women at the front to create at least a block of colour. Makes a sterling effort to exercise his craft
However, when reviewing the downloads he finds that even his best shot still looks like rows of pasty doughballs atop cocktail swizzle sticks stuck in sludge. Cries
Mark runs away to become a wildlife photographer for David Attenborough
Re-lurkingβ¦
@hellkell
Some of them are ridiculous, but some I find kinda charming, in a weird way π
Mannerism – About making things more male oriented
Objectivism – About counting at least four objects, using Roman numerals.
Pointillism – About pointing at sick people.
Hypertrophism – About overly energetic trophies.
Schism – About at least one of these things (though experts are divided as to which one): http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SCH
SittieKitty, you just saved me a lot of work! π Is it okay if I link to your deviantART page on my blog?
The shtik about having to seize upon a woman’s breasts struck me as especially bizarre. But it did make me think about the ‘no gays in the locker room’ meme. When some straight men imagine being situationally naked around openly gay men, they think of how badly they’d behave around naked women, and extrapolate. Forgetting that we (the gay men) have been around naked men before, and have practice in not being lust-crazed fuckbeasts*.
*As well as practice in being that, when appropriate.
I read this and thought he meant women dressed with one breast completely exposed and the other completely covered, which probably means it’s time for bed.
Equestrianism: devotion to online quest games
Neoplasticism: collecting The Matrix action figures
Mannerism: studies of etiquette
Minimalism: the ability of cats to get into boxes too small for them (see also: Maru)
katz, love the new Pierre! Poutine the Powerful.
Grey-a is a term I can never quite decide whether I like or not – same with demisexual. Grey makes me think of grey hair in need of a colour more than grey area, and demisexual sounds more glass half empty than glass half full. They really need a proper term for “interested only in my partner and everyone else is just not there for me sexually”.
Hypnosis: I had therapeutic hypnosis a few years ago. I definitely went into trance, but it wasn’t like full unconsciousness, more an altered state. Didn’t stop me from mentally criticising the scenario the therapist used. He’d say “You’re going down a lovely flight of stairs and at the bottom is a bedroom with a four-poster bed” and I’d be thinking, “What kind of halfwitted architect designs a house with a grand bedroom at the bottom of the stairs?”
As far as longer term results went, no, it didn’t help the stress problem I had. CBT was much better.
Oh, and OT but Mr K and I had a reallly good birthday celebration at Home yesternight.
@kittehs
Glad to hear you had a good birthday celebration! π
and OT, but I got really anxious/ antsy and am staying up super late cuz I can’t sleep π at least I have time to finish my cake.
Sorry you’re feeling bad, Marie. π Want to talk about it, or talk about something else?
I bet they make all their male colleagues sit on misandric hard chairs, too.
@kittehs
I don’t really need to talk if that makes sense? It’s just like random :/ It was happening earlier this month too, but gone for a while. And to add insult to injury my roses (icing roses) are being a pain in the butt.
/vent.
Totally cloudiah! I’m having a lot of fun with this actually haha
And I’m finally going to bed. Good night manboobzers, have good whatever time of day it is for you π
Good night Marie, I hope you sleep well.