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:
![cleetdog101 24 points 14 hours ago (41|17) Whats her drug of choice? If its coke, smack or crank, you could always look to spike her fix. Not that difficult - Next thing you know - you have the kid and an extra $2,500 a month. permalink source parent save give gold hide child comments [–]Redundantgaming 0 points 3 hours ago (1|1) No half measures. Only full measures. permalink source save parent give gold [–]fuckingidiotjunky -2 points 12 hours ago (6|8) I can't believe this is upvoted permalink source save parent give gold [–]thegreatbeyond50 4 points 11 hours ago (9|5) There's not alot of things that would drive me to want to murder someone. Completely destroying my life would be one of them. permalink source save parent give gold [–]Mythandros -3 points 10 hours ago (9|12) That's pretty dark, dude. Resorting to murder? Even implied as a joke, that's just in bad taste. Are you sure you belong here? Because I'm not sure that you do. Please leave, I don't want people like you, who encourage the most deplorable of acts posting on a board that is supposed to be about positive change and support to those who need it. You taint /r/mensrights by being here. permalink source save parent give gold [–]lIllIlIIlIlI 5 points 10 hours ago (11|6) Who died and made you king of morality?](https://i0.wp.com/www.wehuntedthemammoth.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/mrdeletedmurder.png?resize=532%2C513&ssl=1)
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.
http://www.lileks.com/institute/interiors/BHG/chpt3/4.html
When he worked in a Clive Barker reference for another room I knew it was love.
OMG cashew butter… it is a thing of the gods, truly. Almond butter, on the other hand, I’m just not that into. Which is strange, because I love almonds. But almond milk is also awful, so iunno. Nut products are weird.
Cassandra: the “Don”t Throw It Away” section of interiors is hilarious, it’s proto-Etsy.
So far my votes for worst room are as follows. Trapped in a box of patriotic movie theater candy.
http://www.lileks.com/institute/interiors/BHG/chpt8/3.html
Or, an entire room made of that pleated skirt I had in kindergarten.
http://www.lileks.com/institute/interiors/BHG/chpt8/6.html
The plaid room…are you watching the latest American Horror Story? Frances Conroy had the best line of the night in reference to some heinous tartan drapes: “I’m simply maaaaaaad for tartan.” This room is that.
To be fair, my entire room including bedspread, curtains, wallpaper, and throw rug was covered in Star Wars print at one point. But I was 7.
I wish I had pics of my parents ’70s living room. It was several shades of mauve and pink and red. And leather furniture. I don’t know what kind of drugs they were doing.
The couch in my parents second house was upholstered in the most 70s fabric that ever existed. I still blame that couch for my later love of weed. The carpet was just as busy, too. You could never find anything you dropped on it.
@Unimaginative
Lol, that sounds fucking terrible. o_O I definitely won’t try that, then.
The Eye of Sauron does not approve of your floor pillows.
http://www.lileks.com/institute/interiors/BHG/chpt12/index.html
The bedroom in my parents house still has the original awful wallpaper and their fugly ’70s dresser/table/armoire. They’ve spent good money redoing the rest of the place, but I want to take a flamethrower to that room. The furniture isn’t even ironically bad in a “I could sucker some hipster on Craiglist selling this” way.
Playing with trash:
http://www.lileks.com/institute/interiors/dontthrow/5.html
0_0 that tartan interior makes Balmoral look tasteful …
The period I wish I could forget was when my mum discovered macrame. We had weird dangling items of undetermined usefulness all over the house for years. What I wish they’d been able to keep was the full-on 70s style bar from our house in Libya, complete with hanging beads door screen and about 500 ashtrays. That thing would be a kitsch goldmine now.
Agh, macrame. We had to learn it at school (yes this was the useful sort of thing taught in our sewing classes). I seem to remember taking the thing I made home and pulling it apart so I could use the string for other stuff.
I always thought the macrame things looked like giant, dirty spiderwebs that had swallowed plants whole.
I’m so glad you like the Lileks site.
In the 70s, my mother’s bedroom was wallpapered in white wallpaper with a green bamboo print on it, with a matching bedspread & drapes, and green deep pile carpet. She was talked into it by a decorator, and I still remember after the grand unveiling I turned to her and said, “But you hate green” and she said, “I know, what was I thinking?” It was a little like that plaid bedroom, but with bamboo.
When I was a toddler I would have loved this room. It’s like the kids section at IKEA without the little plastic chairs.
http://www.lileks.com/institute/interiors/1001/rug.html
Couches – okay, not wild about the green, but they look comfy.
Everything else, nonononono.
They call it a painting of a cauliflower’s MRI but it looks like broccoli to me. But WHY, WHY is there a painting of a vegetable at all?
(Don’t mind the couches here, either, though I wouldn’t have ’em in green.)
http://www.lileks.com/institute/interiors/1001/broc.html
BTW did I tell you I got my first critter invasion of the year? A grasshopper. Took me 2 days to catch it so I could take it outside. I was worried the cat would kill it.
This randomness brought to you be word association prompted by the color green.
Oooh, look, a room where Owly might feel safe.
http://www.lileks.com/institute/interiors/1001/shinywall.html
Ha, I’ll see your grasshopper and raise it. We’ve had three moths (slightly bashed thanks to Mads) and two huntsman spiders so far.
It was so cute! I’m glad I was able to get it before the cat did.
Now I want to make huge paintings of vegetables.
My best friend is an artist, and my favorite series of her paintings was of pieces of furniture having sex with each other. It’s hard to describe, but they were great. Now she’s on to doing scrimshaw of famous shipwrecks. (The last time I visited I told her about the MRA take on shipwrecks, and her eyes got all big as she tried to wrap her head around it.)