If you’ve ever wondered what the carefree, unencumbered-by-women-and-their-cooties life of a true Man Going His Own Way looks like, you’re in luck, as the video above presents ACTUAL FOOTAGE of just this. Apparently, Going Your Own Way looks an awful lot like Hanging Around and Pestering, at least if you’re Vention1MGTOW, a YouTube videoblogger who regularly offers up little glimpses into his awesome life.
In the video above, our hero, in between fits of giggles, gleefully relates how he “trolled” a cutsey YouTube video showing a high school coach who’d gotten his team to help him propose to his girlfriend. Vention1MGTOW did his best to ruin the mood by posting “a few strategic comments” (that is, endless screeds) attacking marriage and women and, well, you know the drill. My favorite line from his comments, which he proudly reads aloud:
I’m sure some old wrinkled up, STD, ex-party party girl would love to move into my home and begin diverting my income for her own use but I don’t really see a benefit for me in that deal.
I hate to break it to you, dude, but I’m pretty sure even the most thoroughly wrinkled-up ex-party girl would rather die alone and unloved than have to put up with you. Hell, I’m pretty sure the only reason your dog (he has a dog) puts up with you is because he has no idea what you’re saying.
If you check out the coach’s video, you can see that a whole swarm of MGTOWers have descended upon the comments. Vention1MGTOW’s comments are actually some of the more polite from that bunch.
Vention1MGTOW – from his choice of snack (ramen noodles) to his, er, casual sense of interior decoration – seems like such a perfect embodiment of MGTOWer stereotypes that it’s hard to believe he’s for real. But he is. He’s got 82 videos up on his YouTube channel detailing his various obsessions: MGTOW, Bitcoins, hugelkultur gardening, doomsday prepping. Oh, and he’s got a Segway.
If the video above merely whetted your appetite for more of Vention1MGTOW’s trolling, here’s a video in which he successfully infiltrates the YouTube comments for an Enya video in order to inform the women there that they’re all going to get old and ugly and no one will want them.
I may have to come back to him again later. He’s a charmer.
Many thanks to the unknown hero on Reddit who brought this fellow to my attention.
Cassandra – tonight’s lovely meal was a southwestern chicken & rice dish, with sweet potato on the side and sliced kiwi for dessert. All simmered in dudebro tears.
And you, did you miserably enjoy a nice meal and cats today?
I miserably enjoyed a lovely curry and am now miserably listening to some new music that we sent to me for review. Tomorrow I will miserably hang out in the sunshine at the coffee shop with Mr C, and then miserably watch a movie.
Here are some kitties that love to hug.
http://youtu.be/yLcwC66_-No
I hope you enjoy them, ladies! Muahahaha!
So much less satisfying than trolling someone’s engagement announcement while eating your third pot noodle of the day.
I watched that video, enjoyed, and put “Feel bad about self” on tomorrow’s to-do list.
Cassandra, you poor thing. So much misery in store. And all of it so meaningless without the validation of an angry YouTube troll. Enjoy that sunshine, if you’re not too dazed from hitting the wall.
I have no choice tomorrow but to enjoy a bleak Easter dinner among several awesome, fun family members and then grow 20 minutes older and more unlovable as I sit occupying a single chair, watching my twin sons hunt for eggs under a blue spring sky. Later on, a dismal hour of hugs and snuggling and bedtime stories. Somehow I’ll get through it, even though I’m over 25 and have no more reason to exist.
(Sorry the other thread is making you ragey – internet hugs if you want them. People with All The Answers can be tedious.)
And now my cat wants a cuddle too. Maybe she’s realized that some day soon she too will hit the wall (because she runs too fast) and she needs comforting?
Life truly is a pit of woe and despair, and me without a single pot noodle in the house.
I’ve just miserably eaten some yummy toast and butter and will now miserably make a cup of tea. I’ve miserably found a nice trenchcoat for much less than I thought I’d have to pay and will wear it on my miserable holiday in Chicago, miserably catching up with miserable friends I haven’t seen for four years. Later I shall probably miserably snooze in front of the heater, assuming my miserable kitties have left any space to do so.
LOL!
There’s a bit in one of The Cat Who where Koko and Yum Yum splat into each other running full tilt round a blind corner. Many kitty lols to be had in those books.
I just miserably received the platform chucks that I miserably bought on sale for only $25! They’re a lot more blingy than I expected, which is also making me depressed, because as a feminist I hate bright, sparkly things, especially if they’re purple.
That’s just really miserable, cassandra.
::hands over feminist-approved khaki-coloured tissues::
On the plus side, with the help of the platforms I might actually be able to see over the wall.
(Yes, I know that chucks + platforms is totally juvenile even without the bling. Don’t care.)
Juvenile footwear wins over juvenile trolling any day.
Wow, you guys all have such miserable lives. I just miserably made some maple and chocolate glazed donuts and I’m going to miserably share them in the morning.
Just in case I was to feel like adding some misery to my life, how hard are donuts to make, for someone who’s too miserable to do much baking in general?
Oh, also, tomorrow I will buy some very sad (and religiously themed!) hot cross buns, which we will miserably consume during the movie.
Ooh, miserable hot cross buns. Are you going to suffer through the raisin ones or the ones with citron and lemon glaze?
Cake donuts aren’t any miserably harder than making a cake as long as you’re comfortable deep frying. Yeast donuts are somewhat more miserably difficult, or anyway I always find yeast products to be difficult. Apple fritters are pretty miserably easy. They are the drop cookies of the donut world.
I’ve just miserably polished off the last hot x bun from a packet that we got – for free – from a neighbour. So sad.
Katz, those sound delicious.
I really, really feel like learning how to bake now, because those sound amazing, and I could do with misery like that.
Right now, I’m miserably enjoying my fantastic– I mean miserable! — couch and eating tasty (oops, miserable) Fettuccine Alfredo. Unfortunately, my apartment doesn’t allow pets, so I lack a cuddly furinatii overlord to make things more awesome… Wait, MISERABLE!
These ones have currants AND a glaze. There won’t be any more after Easter, so I’m going to load up on them tomorrow.
Contrapangloss, you should totally learn to bake. It is a completely miserable hobby that you will hate and eating the results will be even more painful. If you were here we could suffer through it together.
We got through two miserable packets of hot cross buns that we got miserably on sale by waiting till the last minute. They were miserable fruit ones with butter melted miserably on top.
I am now miserably having another cup of tea while the Furrinati miserably snore in their baskets/on the windowsill.
I just spent a good hour weeping bitterly over my plate of bacon wrapped chicken filet, with a side of pasta, personal recipe tomato sauce and chopped up water melon / olive / feta / cherry tomato / greens mix while reading a terrible book that brought me no joy.
So miserable.
I am
droolingweeping withenvycompassion here, Fibi!One way or another we seem to have accumulated inordinate quantities of dried fruits and kilos of nuts. So even though hot cross bun season will be over, we’ll have the dreary burden of having to bake our own or make cake type versions with mixed fruits and spices. It’s a miserable struggle at times, but we’re strong. We can do it.
(Right now I have a miserable weakness for those mixtures where you first soak the dried fruit in Earl Grey tea or orange juice.)