Today, some links to awesome stuff of great interest to Man Boobzers.
6 Ways to Fight Trolls Instead of Starving Them
In The Daily Airship, former Man Boobzer Erica Stratton reflects on her experiences fighting trolls in the Man Boobz comments section.
Things More Numerous Than People At MRA Rallies
Inspired by the recent very tiny MRA rally in Toronto, this new Tumblr blog posts pictures of groups of people — and horses, and bees, and other things — that are larger than the group of people that the MRAs managed to attract to their little shindig.
Thunderf00t has decided to talk about rape
Mike Booth, friend of Man Boobz and the guy behind mostly immobile internet cartoon sensation SomeGreyBloke and faux-MRA Dan Cardamon, presents an effective takedown of a recent video by infamous atheist asshole Thunderf00t.
Ok, this isn’t directly relevant to Man Boobzers, but this Wretched Refuse post on Sex Toy recycling is pretty hilarious.
And finally, I think I have found where Julian, the creepy PUA coach from Real Social Dynamics we looked at yesterday, got most of his ideas about women:
@Fibinachi
I was kind of thinking that too. I noticed that part in the article as well, you would think she would have some sort of response to it, even a shitty one.
Or she could make that tampon sandwich from Orange Is the New Black.
“How’s the sandwich dear?”
“Pretty dry.”
Fibinachi: You may be onto something. This quote sure sounds like the tagline of a movie:
Surely nobody, however retrograde their thinking, could actually not realize that “make me a sandwich” is a sexist buzzword (buzzphrase?). And surely no real human being could look at the response and call it an “international discourse about gender and love”.
It’s too long-running to turn out to be a viral marketing campaign for French’s mustard or something, but it definitely has the air of a Julie and Julia knockoff by a blogger desperate for any kind of attention. Then again, there’s no reason she couldn’t be the latter and have a sexist asshole boyfriend who actually orders her to make a sandwich every morning despite himself being a gourmet chef.
The sandwich marriage thing is… truly bizarre.
I mean, I can get the idea that he was visiting her and she made him a sandwich, and because she’s an awesome sandwich maker, he made a joking comment about it as a compliment. And between the two of them, or as a story for their friends, it’s kinda cute.
But when taken to the level it has been, it just… guh. Things happen in a context, and you can’t just remove them at will in the public eye.
With apologies to the Teddy Bears:
To know, know, know him, is to loathe, loathe, loathe him,
And we do…
Yeah, having read her account of a fight she had with said sammich-demanding boyfriend… Iunno, that felt pretty legit. I mean, her complaints were “We never go out together and you spent today out with your friends and were irresponsible and could have wrecked the car and I was stuck at home cleaning and I’m sick of spending all my time in the kitchen and feeling like your maid” and then she basically backs down and is all “Oh well I was a little bit right but really I totally overreacted this is mostly all my fault because of PMS or something and you’re such a sweetie sweetums who bought me some flowers to go in the kitchen it’s all alright now.” I just… I know people like that. And it’s pretty in line with the whole abuser dynamic to latch onto someone who’s willing to totally deface themselves and back down on their feelings in order to preserve the veneer of peace.
If it’s satire or whatever, it’s well into Poe-land.
There was thing she wrote about making a certain type of sandwich to “get out of the doghouse” because she was late for dinner that made it sound like a borderline abusive relationship. Yeah, it’s nice to do something for your partner if you’ve fucked up, but this didn’t come across that way.
^was a thing. Words are important.
This is why I’m not really comfortable with people going “well, she’s an idiot”. It definitely reads like an abusive relationship to me.
(And yes, I’d rather the whole thing as a phenomenon just didn’t exist.)
One response to the 300 sandwiches thing.
Another.
I’d go for “Fine, I’ll make you 300 sandwiches.
Then I’ll make you eat them all in one sitting.”
Or, Valerie Solanas-style: “I’ll make you into 300 sandwiches.”
“Or, Valerie Solanas-style: “I’ll make you into 300 sandwiches.””
Oooh, yes! I like it!
Sweeney Todd, the demon sammich-maker of Fleet Street …
300 Sandwiches makes me think of a Fluffernutter* screaming “THIS……IS…….SPARTAAAAAAAA!”
*(Marshmallow creme and peanut butter, for non-USians/non-New Englanders)
LOL!
300 Sandwiches, the great Spartan catering company!
Fee fi fo fum,
I smell the blood of a boyfriend-bum
Be he alive or be he dead
I’ll grind his bones to make my bread
And render his fat down to dripping, and brine and smoke his flesh while I’m at it.
Ladies and gentlemen
May I have your attention, please?
Are your nostrils aquiver and tingling as well as that delicate, lushious, ambrosial smell?
Yes,they are,I can tell
Well,ladies and gentlemen
That aroma enriching the breeze,
Is like something compared to its succulent source
As the gourmets among you will tell you, of course.
Ladies and gentlemen you can’t imagine the rapture in store,
Just inside of this door!
There,you’ll sample Mrs.Lovett’s boyfriend sammiches.Savory and sweet sammiches,as you’ll see.
You who eat sammiches, Mrs. Lovett’s meat sammiches conjure up the treat sammiches used to be!
Sure, honey, I’ll make you a sandwich.
I like it!
Especially the sauce.
What I don’t get about the whole thing is, she’s ostentatiously plying him with sandwiches, and blogging about it, and is totally open about her desire to marry him and spend the rest of her life with him – so why doesn’t she just ask him to marry her? Since it’s already out there in the open that she wants to be married to him, why not just ask?
Is it truly because she’s afraid he will say ‘no, I require payment for the sacrifice of being eternally linked with you…the payment must be in the form of 300 sandwiches, because I am totally settling here and don’t you forget it’? Or is it just because she wants him to ‘do the asking’, even though that’s a total farce since they both already know that she is looking to put a ring on it?
I guess you could argue that making your beau 300 food items, with a winking understanding that at the end they would go for the whole traditional proposal thing, is in itself a perfectly legitimate proposal – but given the hugely gendered nature of the whole thing it seems like that’s being overly optimistic.
Next time…
The ordering 300 sandwiches website is hilarious.
That’s the kind of thing my sweetie would ask of me as a joke. I would laugh and might do it
facetiously.
Bwahahahahha!
She’s probably already made this turd 300 sandwiches in the time they’ve been together. I just hope she wakes up and gets the hell out of this relationship: as has been said upthread, it sounds borderline abusive. At the very least, it sounds like scuzzbucket doesn’t want to marry her, doesn’t want anything but unpaid help/a fucktoy, so he’s not worth a bucket of cold spit in my view.
I’ll never understand why someone would want to marry someone who will only marry them in exchange for something. If you don’t want to marry me in order to be married to me, I don’t want to marry you. Fin.