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After all of the depressing stuff from recent days, here’s something a little lighter: A heartwarming story of misogynist gullibility, and yet another reminder that the evil feminazi double standards that the manospherians think they’re fighting exist only in their own fevered imaginations.
So last night, as a result of a rather nasty contretemps in the comments here, I was going through some old comments, and I discovered that one recently banned troll has a little blog of his own. Curious, I went and checked it out, and discovered that the obnoxious fellow, one “Ronnie Libra,” fancies himself a “dating coach.” And he’d just posted a rant defending pickup artists from accusations of being the creepy, manipulative predators that we know a lot of them are.
Here was his defense:
Pickup Artists are widely considered people who use tactics and techniques to try and “manipulate” members of the opposite sex into bed. Predatory, manipulative, rape culture, creepy…
Where else have we seen that before?
Popular Women’s Magazines perhaps?
As proof of this matriarchal manipulation, he posted the covers of three women’s magazines, adorned with pictures of sexy celebs and covered with headlines promising women guidance on how best to enslave men with their sexy sexiness.
But let’s look at some of these Mainstream Articles in these Popular women’s magazines.
Article Titles like:
Get Men to do your bidding without being a Nag
Get in his head and in his bed!
Christina Hendricks: How she chased her man and got him!
How to disappear without a trace.
The Sex position that will Put a Ring on your Finger.
Football and poker will improve your relationship. Find out how!
And a whole host of ways to manipulate men through sex.
It took me literally 3 minutes to pull of 3 random women’s magazine covers without even skimming for what the content of the covers would be. …
Am I complaining? Am I saying there’s something wrong with all of this? NOPE! As a matter of fact, I am very far from the hypocritical crowd out there spouting out how men learning tactics and techniques or even just improving their lives inside and out is somehow creepy, misogynistic, women hating, rape culture. If that were the case than women have been rapey, men hating, creepsters since before I was born.
No. Men and women trying to become more attractive to the opposite sex is AWESOME! … Women and Men are playing the same game, and the fact is, the WOMEN have been making the rules for a long time. …
[T]his double standard that what is great for women to do is evil for men to do just needs to be put to rest.
There’s just one teensy problem with Ronnie’s argument: two of the three magazine covers that Ronnie used to prove his point were obvious, ridiculous fakes. Here they are:
Yep. Apparently Ronnie thinks that Vogue runs cover stories on “The Lost Art of the Handjob,” and that InStyle is obsessed with telling women not to cut their hair because guys like women’s hair long.
You may notice that in addition to being festooned with headlines that sound like they were written not by sneaky sexually manipulative women but rather by a committee of horny dudes, these covers also feature a url on them: coolmaterial.com.
Using the sophisticated internet research technique of typing this url into my browser and, upon reaching the site in question, typing the words “women’s magazines” into the search box, I discovered that these covers were taken from a couple of “humor” features imagining what women’s magazines would look like … if they were written by men.
The basic joke behind them all: how can we convince these silly women to bend over backwards and forwards to please men sexually, while making them think they’re empowering themselves? Hell, there’s even a freaking sandwich joke on that fake InStyle cover.
And seriously, Ronnie, the NAME OF THE IMAGE FILE for the ScarJo cover, the image you posted on your blog and that I’ve reposted here, is if_men_wrote_womens_magazines_00.jpg. How did that not tip you off?
It’s true that women’s magazines do offer sex tips– shocking, I know — and, heck, I even found a handjob how-to in Vogue’s downmarket rival Glamour. But how is that in any way comparable to the manipulative and pedatory techniques favored by so many PUAs? Offering advice on how to please your partner in bed is about as innocuous as providing recipes for delicious food that people will enjoy eating. It’s nothing like the creepy gaslighting and routine boundary-violation regularly recommended by PUAs. Dread Game, anyone?
It’s also true that a couple of the headlines that Ronnie quotes are taken from the one real cover he posted, that of the May 2012 issue of the UK edition of Cosmopolitan. But tellingly, one of these quotes is actually a misquote. Cosmo wasn’t offering sneaky women advice on “how to disappear without a trace” – presumably with a briefcase full of pilfered cash and a vial of some poor man’s sperm. The actual headline?
Cosmo investigates: How can a woman disappear without a trace?
Yes, that’s right: it was an investigative report about a woman’s disappearance. I couldn’t find the piece itself on the Cosmopolitan UK website, which only puts limited stuff from its print editions online, though I found a more recent news story there about a missing woman who has been in the news a good deal in the UK. The American edition of Cosmo has also run investigative reports on missing women.
I’m not quite sure how Ronnie managed to get the headline so wrong. It’s written in big letters on the cover. Maybe he was distracted by cover girl Christina Hendricks’ cleavage? But it’s a revealing little slip nonetheless, transforming a story about a woman missing and possibly murdered into how-to guide to female deception.
More proof that these guys see just what they want to see – even if what they’re seeing is a joke, or entirely a product of their own imagination
Note to Ronnie: If you’d like to defend yourself here. I’ll unban your and let your comments through, just so long as they stay withing my comment guidelines.
Are we going to putting cock scrunchies on people while at the dive bar, or is it not quite that kind of bar?
PS – I think “jaded” is code for “old enough to legally have sex in all 50 states”.
I know just the place for our feminist dive bar!
And what about those folks who don’t have that kind of shape of genitals? What will they be asked to put on>
A party hat?
@Ally S
Damn. Is there anything else cock-scrunchies could be used for? I always thought they’d be pretty good at hair, but everyone thinks I’m weird when I say that.
Not on cis men, this being a man-hating dive bar and all. But anyone else with a penis is welcome to try it.
Or maybe they can get a party hat with a string big enough that it can be used to wrap around the waist so the hat can cover the crotch…and then put a scrunchy on the hat.
<blockquote.I’m not quite sure how Ronnie managed to get the headline so wrong.
He’s a liar?
These are the same people who argue that makeup is just as dishonest as “game”, so I can’t even pretend to be surprised.
So clever. Much original. Wow.
This is what I’ve been saying all along: they don’t hate you for desperately seeking female attention, they hate you because it’s working.
It’s the same contest attitude people mentioned above: “I made them mad, therefore I won”.
Auggziliary
So we’re hiding our overwhelming desire to be doormats by pretending not to want to be doormats.
I’m having problems discerning why we should wish to hide our overwhelming desire to be doormats in the first place; after all, there must be a simply way of resolving this? Like, putting up a statement that said ‘we would love to be a doormat.?
I’m being simplistic again…
Ronnie leaves out the part where deliberately came here to kick the hornet’s nest, presumably to drive traffic to his limp blog.
Will the feminist dive bar have food? ‘Cause I can’t drink without snacks. I prefer fries. Also, my cupcakes taste good but I accidentally used bread flour. So they are more like muffins. Oh well.
Also I am wearing a scrunchie right now. It is not sexy in any way. Whatever Cosmo. *stills reads women’s magazines for some reason*
Oh, and it’s vital that we put hard wooden chairs in the feminist dive bar. That’s sure to keep all the men out.
I love my misandric cupcakes and all, but they’re not really calling out to me as ideal drunk food.
(When I’m drunk I always want either burritos, pad kee mao, or chicken tikka and naan.)
Not just snacks, but free lunches. (There also appear to be almonds, pretzels, and fudge.)
One suggestion: shelled peanuts. Women eating peanuts without having to break the shells is total misandry.
Hi-5 for picking Desi food!
I love how little the things that men piss and moan about women being unwomanly wretches for doing change. Look at that vintage lady in the middle seeming a bit irritated at being interrupted from whatever she’s doing by children, and those women leaning on the bar. Totes unladylike, much misandry.
But I like cracking the shells in a menacing way that makes men fear for their balls!
@ Ally
If you ever happen to find yourself drunk in San Francisco and looking for something to eat, go to Shalimar. It scores a zero for ambiance but the naan and tikka are amazing.
@cassandrakitty
It’s so amusing that you suggested Shalimar. When I was in the Bay Area, I used to go there all the time with family members. The Fremont location and in the San Francisco location. We have gone there so much that my dad is even friends with the cooks at the Fremont location.
(BTW, stay away from the Sunnyvale location. It’s horrible, IMO.)
I love that place, grouchy cab drivers and smokey burning meat smell that sticks in your hair and all.
I’d love to kareoke and share sparkling cider with you all. Can our dive bar have sparkling cider for those of us who like the bubbly non-fermented stuff?
I love the chicken jalfrezi from Shalimar the most. I always get either that or nihari (or sometimes both). I highly recommend you try it, although if you’re not a fan of oil you might want to ask them to put less oil in it.
I think if you’re not a fan of oil your approach to Shalimar should probably be to go eat somewhere else.
I think the bar needs bon-bons as a snack option.
My favorite drunk food is tortilla chips with chili con queso dip. I don’t how that food is misandry. Maybe just because it makes us fat and women are only supposed to eat salads and yogurt.