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:
Fix my computer to TV hook up and then we can do this proposing thing? Cuz that’s kinda a summary of when my ex-fiancé proposed (I am tech wiz! Watch me makes XP deal with a TV as a second monitor!)…of course, there was that air of “I give up on this fucking thing, can you do it?” versus “do gendered thing that I could totally do myself”
This is me unable to come up with how this could be sweet.
marinerachel – yeah, m’lord and I joke around with “do this for me” stuff, though not the “do this umpteen times” version, but shit, he had better manners towards his servants back in the day when he was a king, with all the arrogance that implies, than this turd does toward his supposed beloved.
Of course there are times when “do X for me” is essential. Like when one of us is providing lap space for a kitty and it would be just WRONG to move.
QFT!!!
We did the whole proposing thing backward – like, after we were married. 🙂
I just can’t even imagine how that wouldn’t set off alarms and just be hurtful – “Sure, I’ll marry you. For sandwiches!”
I’m single (ooh, must be why I’m a feminist!) but I totally enjoy ordering male family members, particularly my long-suffering brother, to make me cups of tea. Sometimes it works. MISANDRY! Of course, said little bro spent our teen years trying to order me to make him snacks, and sometimes that worked, but reciprocity is obviously for bitchez and manginas.
And the sandwich thing is like an even creepier version than that Facebook crap that goes “if this page gets X likes my boyfriend will totally propose!” What again is so great about an institution that makes people act that pathetic? (Completely rhetorical, I know there are good marriages out there too)
Fi – I’ll see your “make me a cuppa” and raise it. Last time I was lying on the couch at Home with Katiekins, Queen of the House ensconced on my chest, m’lud not only brought in a cup of herbal tea but held it so I could drink it through a straw!
The wisdom accumulated over the centuries has obviously made him realise that you only deprive human family of tea and fluffy family of snuggle-time if you are into Dire Consequences.
There’s been this trend lately of people doing ridiculous stunts and setting epic tasks for themselves in order to obtain a proposal. It seems to be a combination of Facebook narcissism and misguided notions about fairy tale love (i.e., if you have to do XYZ impossible task to win the prince(ss), then your love is EPIC.). Love is hard enough on its own, without introducing unnecessary obstacles.
300 sandwiches definitely smacks of someone angling for a Julie and Julia type book deal. It sounds like it would be the most boring movie ever, watching someone make sandwich after sandwich after sandwich after sandwich. The only way I’d pay to see it is if there’s a plot twist, like it turns out he’s been dead all along and she’s really a Russian double agent.
@buttercup
That would be a great plot twist though XD
::dies::
And some of those Dire Consequences are like this!
auggz – I’m seeing Norman Bates trying to get Mother to eat sammiches.
“Mom, you need to eat, you’re nothing but a bag of bones!”
And kittehs wins the thread.
auggziliary – now you’re talking!
Or she makes him 300 tuna sandwiches, then stealthily wads them into the radiators.
Haha, I thought you were talking about Facebook.
Sometimes Facebook makes me wonder if our species deserves extinction. It’s amazing how many people go from “seems kind of cool” to “holy crap you’re self centered and annoying” via just one site.
Hey, it is just like marriage (or at least wedding-planning) then!
I actually thought the Julie plotline of Julie and Julia was deadly boring too, particularly since they cast someone as weaksauce as Amy Adams.
And seriously, who never eats an egg until their thirties unless they’re allergic or morally opposed or something?
Never eats an egg until their thirties?
Wut? Is this the sammich-dude?
I dislike eggs. >.>
Me too! I’m not allergic, I just hate the taste, and the texture of cooked egg whites.
I love how her response to accusations of sexism is that he can cook better than her. So…he’s ordering her to do something that he not only could do himself, but would do better than her? Thereby eliminating the possibility that he’s just a myopic loser who really, really likes sandwiches, and leaving control as his sole possible motive? And that makes it better?
I love egg yolk, the whites, meh.
I stopped watching Julie and Julia shortly after Julie Powell declared she had never eaten an egg because she’d always imagined they were gross and slimy. She wasn’t allergic because she’d had them in baking and stuff. She then compared her first poached egg (which she loved) to cheese sauce. She didn’t even know whether she liked them or not before then because all her life she’d refused to try them, and she wanted to become some sort of semi-celebrity chef!