Matt Forrney, the asshole behind the now-defunct In Mala Fide blog, is apparently as desperate for attention as ever. So today I’m going to indulge him by posting this deliberately obnoxious comment of his about women and drinking. [CORRECTION: The post was actually written by someone calling himself “The Captain Power,” who is evidently a whole other different person than Matt Forney, who merely published this post on his blog called Matt Forney.]
If your girlfriend goes out and drinks alcohol, you are most likely getting cheated on.
Women by nature are predetermined in their D.N.A to get pregnant and reproduce, and until they reach menopause they need a constant supply of penis to provide fertility. Your girlfriend might prefer your penis, but once the alcohol kicks in and she is inebriated, your penis is useless. Out of site, out of mind (but full of semen).
In my entire life I have never met a women who was out drinking and didn’t cheat on her boyfriend. …
The few drinking exceptions for women include weddings, work parties, birthday parties with male friends, and suicide attempts.
The reference to suicide attempts at the end is a nice touch.
Maybe he thinks we’re like cats!
“plebians”? it is spelled “plebeians”
Hi, Kathleen! Glad the Provera is settling down.
I’m glad I made it for the latest Peltdown.
Huh, I met Mr. HK at a work party.
Cassandra: I had what looked like a thickened endometrium. The gyno said it looked okay, but put me on straight provera to ‘reboot’ my cycle and get my uterus… cleaned out, for lack of a better term. Then another damn ultrasound to check the endometrium, and hopefully if everything is normal, an IUD.
How sad is Dr. Pell to be all, “I know, I’ve got some free time, I’ll go troll Manboobz.” It’s not like we can’t tell it’s him from about his 2nd post in.
Kathleen: I had the ablation, and now my period is so light, I can’t believe it.
Kathleen – so the plan is to only use it for a while? If so I guess that’s something.
hellkell: Shutt teh fuck up you old crone
I, for one, am wowed by the immensely intellectual argument of Ibara.
Cassandra: Thank god, it’s short term. But I really should have asked to delay until after July, because there is nothing quite like the feeling of seeing father’s day cards and feeling like the universe is shouting ‘Hey, guess what you don’t have!’ It’s always stressful, but the hormones running amok made it a zillion times worse.
XTREME female behavior makes me think of women going rock climbing or snowboarding, possibly while being sponsored by Mountain Dew.
Ibara: old crone? That the best you got, Pell? How’s Uncle Monty?
He’s sort of a wise and trenchant Dennis the Menace
I object! If we’re going to be a coven I already called dibs on Granny Weatherwax.
(Sorry, definitely can’t be Agnes since I can’t sing for shit.)
Jayem, hugs from me, too.
Falconer, now I’m going to picture you as Cary Grant instead of The Cat. Which is prolly a good thing. 🙂
Hmm, so drinking = cheating, eh? Is that the real reason I don’t like alcohol – I know I’d be irresistably drawn to have forgettable or outright unpleasant sex with whatever penis-haver was in the vicinity, rather than going home to [censored] and [censored] happy sexytimes with Mr K?
Makes perfect sense.
Oh, on my previous comment can I specify cis women.
Sorry
I do get very cuddly when I’ve been drinking, but after that comes sleepy, and if a guy interprets a woman falling asleep on his shoulder as a sign that sexytimes should commence, well, the problem there isn’t the fact that the woman was drinking.
@katz lucky baby.
And is there sound on the video or am I deaf….
“In my entire life I have never met a
women who was out drinking and didn’t cheat on her boyfriend. …woman.”FTFY
@cassandrasays
And men interpreting sleeping as consent is the reason I only drink when I’m sure I’m in good company.
@ melody
And the reason I limit myself to no more than 3 drinks when drinking in public. Sad truth is sad.
franticcaps, welcome! Have you had your Welcome Package yet?
QFT, but I don’t think they’re acting …
Melody, there is music. It is this song.
I go drinking and dancing. I drink so I can dance. I dance because I enjoy it and I’m actually pretty good at it, but I’m much more comfortable after a drink or two. I went out drinking and dancing when I was in a longterm relationship, and never once did I cheat on that boy. I rebuffed the advances of others and if anyone persisted I’d call security over. The assumption that the ONLY reason girls my age would go out without a man is to hook up really, really got on my nerves.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t so faithful in the same scenario. Looking back, I’m sure he must have been put off by my loose and wild behaviour, and of course female hypergamy. It was inevitable that I would cheat, as I’m biologically programmed to, so he was just making sure he could shoot me down before I could do the same to him and I deserved it. MISANDRY!