So for some reason the fellas on the Men’s Rights subreddit are discussing an article by Australian newspaper columnist Clementine Ford in which she expresses her desire to see more dongs on television.
As she notes, there are plenty of boobs on display on HBO shows like Game of Thrones, yet “rarely are we treated to the visual smorgasbord of a well stocked meat platter. ” Ford is sick of it. “So bring on the parade of wangs, willies and woodies!” she demands. “I’m fond of a wand and I’m not ashamed to say it.”
I’m not terribly familiar with the writings of Clementine Ford, but evidently she’s not big on subtlety.
Anyway, the fellas in the Men’s Rights subreddit aren’t having any of it. Nuh uh. They ain’t buying it, ladies! You may write columns about how you want more wang on TV. You may talk about it with your friends. You may have gigantic collections of peen pics hidden away on your hard drive.
But the MRAs of Reddit know better. It’s all some devious feminist ploy, as Steampunk_Moustache helpfully explains.
Huh. That took an odd twist at the end there.
But it’s our old friend Giegerwasright who provides the real answer, in the form of a wall-o-mansplainin’ so giant that I had to shrink the text to even screencap it.
Huh.
So why exactly are women pretending to be interested in seeing more penises on television? So they can point at them and laugh?
Women are such an enigma, especially if you just assume that nothing they ever say is true and that it’s all part of some weird plot to screw with men’s heads.
(H/t to r/againstmensrights for pointing me to geigerwasright’s lovely comment.)
Just finished watching “Waking Ned Devine”. It has some naked men (who are both in the neighborhood of 60). Nothing frontal, but just sort of casual.
RE: pecunium
I LOVE ‘Waking Ned Devine.’
RE: katz
And holy fuckballs, I’d totally forgotten about Artifice. …I really need to buy a copy. BUT NOT NOW. I AM TRAVELING DAMMIT. NO MORE BUYING THINGS.
I believe myself to be somewhat atypical of gay men in that exposed peen, whether attached to attractive men or not, do not do much for me. I AM intrigued by the idea of straight men being inveigled by such representations. I’ve gone so far as to admit to my beloved husband of seventeen years that I’m not aroused by his erect penis because of its size or beauty, but because it’s part of HIM. He is dealing well with this revelation.
Fortunately, he knows that it is both large and beautiful, which may help.
RE: Robert
You’re not alone. I’m the same way. It’s weird, being a gay man who feels pretty much no attachment to most gay porn, because godDAMN do they make dick the center of the universe.
I like some of the vintage stuff myself like Greek Lightning, myself.
That took me straight to disembodied peen territory. I am SO glad I wasn’t drinking anything.
I feel much the same way about my man’s bits as you do about yours – the beauty is in the who more than the what. (That was a godawful sentence but it’s still better than the first way I tried writing it.)
Deeply curious whether these men are aware there are thousands upon thousands of women writing m/m slash fic–absolutely full to the brim with cocks!–for free all over the Internet?
Howard:
Okay, wait, can we back up to the OP for a minute?
Why ARE straight men the ones most turned on by seeing penises?
Anybody?
At a guess, they are using eye-tracking as one of the measured aspects in the study and the op-def has decided that noticing the penis = sexual interest.
Given the large cultural pressure to, “measure up” I’m pretty sure a lot of straight guys pay, non-sexual, attention to other men’s penes.
LBT: Me too. It was that or “The Man Who Went up a Hill and Came Down a Mountain. I was the only one in the house who’d seen both, and I opted for Ned Devine, though (oddly) Iwas confusing it with “Last Orders” (Bob Hoskins, Michael Caine).
Ah, it’s that time again.
@thatstonerbitch
A few months back, one day, in another life, before I knew the existence of the manosphere, Miss Marcotte, manboobz and the rest of the funny weirdos who roam in this corner of the Internet, when I was still a very-bored kind of househusband living in a boring Bostonian suburb, I went to a museum.
I went to an exhibition on the art of the ’80s, it was horrible, almost all the pieces in the museum were supposed to challenge or denounce the (male) sexism and the (white) racism in the American society, one room for each -ism and another one to hate on Reagan, all of this was supposed to be subversive, probably as subversive and challenging than playing The Vagina Monologues for the nth time in your liberal college’s theater and the worst part, the icing on the cake, was the explications on the sheets next to the pieces : “this work challenges the sexism and the power of the male gaze in our society”, “this sculpture denounces the stereotypes against the native American”. It was the first time in my life that I was in an exhibition whose curators decided that it would be better if they would just put little sheets on the walls to tell me how I should interpret a piece of art instead of just letting me form my own opinion as curators in non-Soviet countries usually do : it was my first encounter with the SJ cult.
Some pieces weren’t challeging or denouncing what is socially acceptable to challenge and denounce, or at least not in a direct way, for example, there was a picture, a close-up of a suited black man lower belly, fly open, an enormous penis, calm and heavy like a dozing boa, hanging in the middle of the picture. The sheet was saying that this picture was a celebration of the Black Man’s Body beauty.
It was the only depiction of a penis in addition with a multicolor native American plaster dick, two big minorities’ dicks threatening to thrust Teh White Racist Establishment. The curators didn’t add a white dick to help them crushing the horrible old and wrinkled western civilization because it would have been unwelcome, offensive and triggering , even a little flaccid one because it would have looked like whiny which and it’s unwelcome, offensive and triggering when something white and male looks whiny. Surely, a picture of a white peen could have been challenging in this kind of environment.
The moral being: thanks to the wonderful concept of the inter/trans/meta/sectionality, a dongle-lover feminist can go the latest boring SJ art-propaganda while enjoying the view of proud and virile erected penis because black dicks =oppressed dicks =/= evil patriarchy. What a relief.
Brz, go away. You’re wasting pixels.
Does anyone actually read his comments any more?
@Brz:
Literally every museum I’ve ever been to puts descriptions of its pieces on the walls… If the museum was dedicated to subversive art with meaning that was best interpreted in the context of its time, why would you be surprised if the description included the reason and intended meaning?
Oooh, I know. You could also put a big statue of famous rich white people in there as well. If it gets too crowded, you could probably take out some of the other pieces. That’d really be challenging.
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That didn’t sound French at all.
This attempt to mock the concept of intersectionality is pathetic and embarrassing beyond belief. Seriously, I can’t see how anyone, even an MRA, could find that humorous. Please do yourself a favor and start being interesting. Like I said, it’s the least you can do.
@cassandra says
I sure don’t.
Well, I’m from a country where a middle-aged white guy* wanted to erect (argh this will sound awkward) a statue of his penis in public. Thank goodness the authorities were saner (which is saying something) and didn’t let him indirectly flash all women in the neighborhood.
* Benkő Dániel. He is a musician but more well known for such stunts, being an entitled douche… and having a terminal case of one track mind.
I don’t until I run ’em through Google Translate a couple of times for that authentic flavor.
Hey, if he forgets to pretend to be French, I gotta take matters into my own mouse.
If it’s true, Benkő Dániel is one of the few real artists of our time, a Pinoncelli with even more balls.
dis iz meuh dick, dis is teh patriarchy.
Love that.
I haven’t actually read a comment from Brz all the way through since about the second week he was posting here. Sometimes I will try reading one, just to see what I’m missing, but I never get farther than halfway before deciding it’s not worth it.
Haven’t read his comments in ages. The only funny thing he’s ever said was “the country of cheese and surrendering.”
Go look at Tom of Finland art, Brz. It’ll satisfy allllll your white erect dick needs.
I wait brz wants a white erect dick? Now I feel like I am actually missing something but brz is also too boring to read.
…but the patriarchy is totez fake-o, and there’s absolutely NO misogyny embedded in our language!
Hey, Brz, you made a … snarky, yet hate-filled comment earlier. All ‘yeah, I came here to learn about feminism from some teenager’ blah blah.
While being cut down by a room filled with mostly fully grown men and women.
It’s almost as if you need to pretend we’re inferior to you in some way to avoid facing something obvious. Because you’ve been pretending harder and harder lately.
Gee, I wonder what’s going on with that?
Actually, I don’t because you’re tedious and obnoxious. And I gotta say, if you’re really french, you’ve managed to become miraculously good at English in record time. Well done! You should totally start teaching other people linguistic tips.