I sometimes say that the only “activism” that the Men’s Rights Movement is any good at is harassing individual women. But perhaps I’m being a bit too stingy here: following on the heels of the Father’s Rights activists who dress up like superheroes and climb up buildings and bridges to show that, well, I’m not sure what they’re trying to show, Men’s Rightsers seem to be developing a knack for poorly conceived media stunts that make them look like idiots.
The latest incredibly poorly conceived Men’s Rights media stunt come from Men’s Rights Edmonton, the A Voice for Men sister brother group famous for, among other things, chasing women down the street in the middle of the night and claiming that the women they chased were the bullies.
Anyway, the loudest and most obnoxious dude in the group, Nick Reading (a.k.a. “Eric Duckman”) has decided to run for Edmonton City Council on — get this! — the Patriarchy Party ticket! Oh no he didn’t!
Oh, yes he did. I suppose that the Patriarchy Party’s supposed platform — including a pledge “to end antiquated laws regarding women’s sexual consent” and provisions to instruct teachers “to snatch things like toy trucks out of the hands of little girls and replace them with dolls or tea sets” — probably inspired a chuckle or two amongst the folks at A Voice for Men, but the trollery here is really too inane to offend.
Whetever, dudes. You can find their badly designed pamphlet, with traced-photo “artwork” presumably by the noted FeMRA artist TyphonBlue, here.
@ Sittiekitty the Japanese loooove cute. So to say someone (especially a girl) or something is not cute has much more impact than for us.
Toonces can drive…
[That Patriarchy Party Symbol…]
Oh! I get it! It’s suppose to be a penis and balls. How… clever?
At a guess, and working from a sketchy memory, I’d say it’s the cutout tool – that’s how I made my avatar! Assuming I’m remembering what it’s called correctly… mind you, mine was a one off usage, rather than my entire artistic style, and it looks good.
The P’s look like silhouettes of the dinosaurs I used to draw as a kid.
Just when I thought they couldn’t be more obvious. I always got the impression that their idea of a “fair and just society” is one where they subjugate women, where oppressing women is a basic right of theirs. Hence when women stand up against oppression, these dudbros (yes, I’m using it!) think that is oppressing *them*!
Well of course everything is oppression to MRAs, from the fact that their mother didn’t do the laundry today to the fact that that hot girl at the bar told them that she had a boyfriend and to leave her alone after sexually harassing her for her number. *nod*
Ofcourse, it’s true that many of the great politicians of the old days were satirists, like Jonathan Swift. Today, he might do something similar.
cloudiah,
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I was going to make a joke about a bunch of racists running in elections in the US South on a platform of bringing back Jim Crow … and then I realized that it would probably do pretty well. 0_o
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Might not be as funny as you would think. There actually are a lot more people out there than you might think who would love to bring back Jim Crow. There are a lot of racists hate mongers out there.
The thing with Jonathan Swift is… he was witty.
And J Swift was pretty obviously satire, where these MRAs believe the bullshit they spew. Also, wasn’t Swift progressive for his time instead of regressive? (I have not looked up this information, so I’m unaware, I only know Swift in a kind of passing fashion.)
Progressive is one word for it. That was around the time of Ireland’s first famine (not the potato one you’re thinking of) — the idea that something had to be done, they can’ test their kids, was, depending the exact timing, a novel one. The second famine, the potato famine, the “they can fend for themselves” attitude was worse, but the English treating the Irish like people with the same rights has a long complex history that I am not suited to tell.
In short, yes, Swift’s proposal can be read as “you guys are assholes”. Whereas the MRAs are the assholes. Satiring themselves. Cuz Poe’s Law.
Yes, I don’t think anyone would ask if Swift really thought the children of the poor should be eaten.
Argenti, mushy peas cooked to a uniform sludge is totally a thing. A nasty, horrific thing, but a thing nonetheless.
Katz, that apology is still on the table, but I honestly I wasn’t going for the generalization. Among the friends I see face to face, it would have been clear (because of the MRE reference) that I was talking about a particular person, not wives in general (and married or not, I myself am no great cook without a recipe to follow fairly closely). The error I think I made was that I read along here and feel as if I know so many of you that for a moment there I just forgot that you wouldn’t have the context to know that I was talking about a particular person instead of making the gross (in both senses of the word) sexist generalization.
Mea maxima culpa.
Palak Paneer is delicious. Period.
@criticaldragon, That was kind of my whole point, but thanks for restating what I already said?
@sarahlizhousespouse, I second that. The Trader Joe’s version (boil-in bag and all) is my favorite
Up until this, most of what I knew about Edmonton came from Minister Faust’s science fiction novel, “Space Age Bachelor Pad of the Coyote Kings”.
Which, I must say, gives a much more upbeat impression of the city, despite the drugs, murder and cannibalism.
::looks up palak paneer::
::sees word ‘curry::
::backs away slowly::
I’m kind of in a bad mood, but what part of
says that I don’t know there are a lot of racists out there?
::sends cloudiah chocolate via secret camera::
Those “P’s” look more like golf clubs to me, which is alarming in and of it’s self.
Argh
“itself” plz!
::eats chocolate::
::better mood now::
cloudiah, sorry about your mood. I can empathize, if your misery (or grumpy, as the case may be) would appreciate some company…
I just don’t like saying “X.”
And then having someone come along after me and say “But what about X, you didn’t think about that.”
But I’m in a bad mood for totally unrelated reasons; normally I’d just let that go.