So over on the Men’s Rights subreddit, a fella named dzogen came by to vent about his unfair divorce.
Seems his “freeloader and loser” of an ex-wife — a former drug addict — sits around the house eating bon bons while happily collecting $2500 a month in child support for the five year old kid they had together. Also, she treats him with disrespect. “Meanwhile,” the poor fella wrote, for an added dose of pathos, “I have to survive on PB&J.”
*cough*shitthatneverhappened*cough*
Dzogen ended his post with a wish, and a bit of advice for the rest of the guys reading his tale of woe:
I can only hope karma will get her in the end as I have no options to address the fact that legally men have to bend over and take it by their ex’s, legally sanctioned by anti-success, anti-male laws.
My moral of story: Don’t ever get married. It’s a bad deal for men.
Naturally, the helpful fellas of the Men’s Rights subreddit stepped in with some suggestions for how poor Dzogen could improve his sad life. Naturally, there were those who suggested that he (and the other men who shared their own stories of divorce gone wrong) flee the country “and leave her worthless ass high and dry.”(Just load up the comments there and do a find on the page for the word “leave” to find many more.)
But there were others with more, erm, direct suggestions. Like Justin here:
Huh. A dozen upvotes for a literal call for murder.
And then there was this exchange, in which a comment advocating murder received not one but two dozen upvotes, and those who criticized it got downvotes:
This particular exchange has since been deleted by Reddit admins or the subreddit’s mods.
But numerous other calls for murder remain up as of this writing, including Justin’s comment above, and this one from Kappies10:
This one from Pecanpig:
This one from the cheerily named HoneyPuffBear:
This delicately worded suggestion from eloquentlnemesis:
Oh, and this one from Skyrimnewb, although it isn’t literally a call for murder:
The Men’s Rights subreddit: A place good men in trouble men with fake stories can turn to for help suggestions to kill the bitch.
Thanks to the good folks of the Against Men’s Rights subreddit for pointing me to this thread and most of the terrible quotes here.
HOLY HELL! Breville’s “perfect tea maker” kettle, a snip at $299.95.
Boss: “Does it drink it for you, too?”
Only things under $60 on their site are plastic kettle/jugs.
If I’m paying $300 for a kettle I want it to come with a hot guy to deliver the tea to me.
Cassandra – yes, I guess LA and SF would be comparable; haven’t visited SF, though I’d have liked to (it was too far and too expensive to go there). Didn’t visit any supermarkets in my day and a bit in Chicago, so can’t compare.
I currently have a Breville though and would recommend the brand in theory. Mine is metal, which I find makes better tea than plastic (glass is even better, but probably not a good idea with an absent minded parent using it).
The perfect tea maker should be the hot guy!
Reminds me of that last scene in Hamish MacBeth, where TV John’s father lights the stove by pointing at it.
Too true about absent-minded parent and glass: I’d already decided I’m not having that combination. 😀
I prefer metal to plastic, too, and Breville are a decent brand. I think my sister’s plastic kettle is one of theirs. It’s not too bad, but I don’t think the heat of the water matters to her so much: she lives on those Nescafe tubes of *cough* cappuccino *cough* – she killed her tastebuds long ago.
Samovars are awesome. I have one and I am actually incredibly surprised every time I make tea how much better it is than making it with a kettle.
Electric kitties would be exhausting… otoh, could you unplug them when they’re racing up the walls? Or refusing to get into their carrier? Because that would be handy.
Whoo, electric kitties! Just beware of being smacked with a tail that’s got a plug on the end. Those things hurt.
And because all things exist on the internet:
http://i594.photobucket.com/albums/tt27/IllicoPresto/Motivational/ElectricCat.jpg
And ugh, the water in London is fucking horrible. Normally I drink lots of water, but I don’t think I drank plain water at all the whole time I was there because it’s just too nasty.
Dad says that the worst water quality he’s ever experienced is Shanghai. Said it was much, much worse than London.
Ewww, worse than London would be horrible.
First thing we were told by our Edinburgh tour guide: don’t use the same amount of shampoo here you would in London. London water = horrible, hard and impossible to get lather. Edinburgh water = lovely, soft and you will flood the bathroom with foam if you use that much shampoo.
The water is one of the few things I really miss about Scotland.
Hey douche – glad to know you know more about my life than I do. I’m not sure what exactly you think I’m making up, but actually it’s $2600/ mo, not $2500. And yes, I have to watch what I spend on food.
I don’t advocate violence & running out of the country or any of the other comments like that. But there’s not a thing I posted that is untrue.
Melbourne water is one of the things I look forward to when I come home from OS – even though the water in my suburb’s not as nice as where I used to live. I had a real thirst for tap water after a few weeks in London!
I iz dumb. Kitchen ware sales = wtf pecunium does. I shall email Mr. Mango about your kettle!
Cool!
I see Big W has kettles in the $30 range. Might look in on the way home, though I suspect at that price they’re gonna be junk (everything at Big W is junk).
My stovetop kettle worked fine for a year and then the whistle stopped working because the lid on the spout won’t seat right unless you hold it down, which, nope.
I am also nope-ing away from the mis-wired stove and the welding.
That kettle sounds custom-made for our house, Falconer. Nothing of the door, lid or drawer variety stays closes properly there. 😛
Take my brother’s approach (his door isn’t quite seated right) — beat on it.
And Sir Pecunium has been emailed, though I haven’t the foggiest where he’s been lately so no clue if/when I’ll get a reply (more likely when, but if he’s avoiding his inbox cuz it exploded…)
I think it’s the mechanisms with some of ours – they’re about thirty years old and just don’t catch properly. Weird thing is, one door that used to be so soft the kitties could push it open has suddenly started closing properly, so now we have Pathetic Mewing or Cat Suffering Silent Hallway Exile instead of ::shove:: and Shut That Door, Willya?
The “I’m a poor lost kitty!” noise is about the only noise our cat makes. She purrs, but you can’t hear it, and never meows, but if she can’ think her humans! Suddenly she can make the most pathetic of noises.
Doesn’t have to be a closed door either, she’s gotten “lost” in my mother’s closet more than once.
So your poor locked out kitties have my sympathy, being that pathetic is entirely unbecoming of our furry overlords!
Hah! Doors and drawers. Dare I mention just how much I love the soft closing, self closing doors and drawers in my new kitchen? Just reading that earlier comment reminded me of just how awful the 40ish years old kitchen was here before we replaced it. Broken nails, sprained wrists, twisted elbows/shoulders just from getting out some cutlery for a meal.
Of course, somehow we (mostly I) have managed to wreck both the of the flyscreen door locks at the back of the house. Considering the age of the doors, it’s not really worth replacing the locks only. Will shortly be shopping for replacement doors – one with catflap – so we can take advantage of the cool sea breezes we usually get here at the end of a hot day. What’s money for if not for spending?
Ha, yes, cats and voices. Tiny, bony, frail Fribs: giant anguished vowels whenever she’s stuck in the hall or wants us to know she’s done a wee (AEIOU! AEIOU!)
Big chunky Mads: gives the belleh a great squeeze and sometimes manages to force out a trill or a squeak. Only noise she makes other than that is chattering at birds through the window, or growling in wrath when next door’s black tomcat walks through the yard.
She’s the one who sits around looking martyred in the hall, even when she insisted on staying there when the hall door was open and/or the laundry door’s open and she could come in that way.
Okay, 3pm and I must head off home – catch yez later, maybe! (Or maybe not, Louis wants to do some writing tonight.)
🙂
“…being that pathetic is entirely unbecoming of our furry overlords!”
They are not being pathetic; they are merely practicing their hoomin manipulation skills- sometimes vocally, sometimes with THE LOOK.
http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/39/85/6d/39856d6c9d5d97a15f7cd0423e57e1bb.jpg
Also, Electric Kitty:
http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c9/43/e3/c943e3d4ac8f4d0ac92d7ff9901a102d.jpg
That would make an amazing porno.