Does anyone read newspaper comics any more? Does anyone even remember reading newspaper comics? One of the worst of the bunch is a mawkish little one-panel strip called “Love is …,” with a simple formula: a little drawing of a plump, happy, naked couple (minus sex organs), with a caption starting off with the words “love is.” The more popular strips were turned into greeting cards. I actually have an oil painting someone made of the Love is couple that I found in a thrift store for $1.47. The caption: “Love is … letting him win once in a while.”
The strip began in 1970, and the creator turned it over to the current writer and artist in 1975. I have no fucking idea how on earth he can come up with a new “love is” caption every day. His life must be some kind of existential hell. He must spend hours just staring out the window looking for inspiration. Love is … a dog taking a shit, no. Love is … a fat guy waiting for a bus … no. Love is … sitting alone in my underwear wondering what has gone wrong with my life.
Anyway, the reactionary Manosphere blogger Dicipres has decided to do a similar thing with the phrase “feminism is.” Only without the little naked couple. Here are some of his captions-without-pictures.
Feminism is a morbidly obese, sexually promiscuous, short-haired, tattooed, cussing beast whom no man can ever love or trust.
Feminism is a family which hates itself.
Feminism is a line drawn inside your home between you and your wife.
Feminism is a woman furious over ‘rape culture’ and who masturbates while fantasizing being beaten and raped. …
Feminism is a woman who cannot be loved anymore since she hates the domineering man she lusts and sexually despises the submissive man she likes.
Feminism is alimony and every other weekend
Feminism is a son hating his father
Feminism is equality as the only measure for progress of a society …
Feminism is a demographic annihilation due to low birth rates
Yeah. I don’t think any of those are going to work as greeting cards.
And what do these guys have against women with short hair?
They’re obsessed with that, er, “argument.”
I play first-person-shooter games in which imaginary pixel people are continually shooting at me. Yet I do not wish to be shot at in real life. Somehow I think they would understand that, but when a woman has fantasies, or is into BDSM, they think it means there’s no such thing as rape culture, or possibly there’s no such thing as rape?
Feminism is the derivative of x squared divided by the square root of y.
Feminism is chocolate.
Feminism is Ruby running on the Java Virtual Machine – also known as JRuby.
Feminism is my backpack.
Feminism is this train I’m riding on.
Feminism is a metal chair that i’m sitting on.
Feminism is a window.
Feminism is my laptop’s terrible keyboard.
Feminism is post-industrial rock.
Feminism is grass.
Feminism is metal rails.
See? I can make (no) sense as well.
I have short hair and tattoos, but I’m not sure what the fuck he means by cussing.
Since I’m married, I clearly suckered one guy into trusting/loving me. I’m Slut Emeritus now.
I fail to see a problem with those last two. Well, maybe not “demographic annihilation”, but we could certainly do with less babies all around.
Feminism is my Latin homework.
Feminism is my box of sushi after I ate all of the sushi.
Feminism is the mostly full bottle of water on the library desk.
Feminism is the headache I got after reading the “feminism is _____” stuff
Feminism is the disgust at the idea that I would fap to being raped.
Feminism is the disgust at the idea that people actually ASKED to be raped.
Feminism is the fart that I give in the MRA’s general direction.
Feminism is for whom the bell tolls.
Feminism is what I say it is.
Feminism is.
Just had to get a little bit of racism in there too, didn’t he?
Feminism is YELLOW FUCKING PERIL. *nod*
This is my favorite one. Just stop for a moment and ponder the sheer selfish assholery it took to write that.
Yeah, racists need to be sneaky these days.
Hard chairs are misandry!
Feminism is a tuna sandwich.
Feminism is finding cat furs in something you just opened.
Feminism is a kayak with a poop deck.
Feminism is photographs of your hubby stuck all over your desk.
Feminism is being subservient to the Furrinati.
A feminism is a feminism is a feminism.
Feminism, feminism, wherefore art thou feminism?
Equality isn’t the only measure of progress, but it’s a pretty damn good one.
CassandraSays – Freudian slip anyone?
It’s a much-mocked sculpture in Melbourne? :O
Freudian Slip
Feminism is WHY DON’T WOMEN LIKE ME?
Feminism is WHY CAN’T I MAKE THEM DO WHAT I WANT?
kittehs – :O HOWDIDYOUFINDOURBASEOFOPERATI–
Ahem. I mean, what are you talking about? *innocent face*
Feminism is ANTI-RACIST IS CODEWORD FOR ANTI-WHITE
Feminism is THEY SEEM TO LIKE OTHER MEN, LIKE THAT GUY OVER THERE WITH THE HOT GIRLFRIEND, SO WHY WON’T THEY FUCK ME?
Women being able to choose their own partners is misandry.
(I wish I was kidding about the last part and it wasn’t an actual thing that they believe.)
“FUCK YOUR EQUALITY! I GOT A HAWT WHITE INCUBATOR TO FUCK!”
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Damn it, this is a mocking, not a statement of reality.
Feminism scheminism!
schmeminism*
This guy must get together with Fidelbogen to write a manifesto. Now.
Alice – the Furrinati are watching you. Every move. Everywhere you go.
http://youtu.be/8HEhuOMN-H0
Radical thought! Maybe it’s not feminism that made your son hate you. Maybe you just weren’t a very good parent.