Sometimes I hunt the misogyny, sometimes it wanders up right up to me and says hello.
Today’s post is an example of the latter. Below, a slightly edited comment that someone left for me this morning. It’s a response to a post of mine about a dreadful post on Return of Kings in which a fellow calling himself Billy Chubbs argued, with absolutely no evidence, that a recent high school shooter was driven to murder because of his “probable sexual frustration,” Chubbs went on to argue that young women are “selfish” because they don’t have sex with guys they’re not attracted to.
Anyway, my new commenter – posting under the name “whogoesthere?” – thinks that I and the other commenters here were being too hard on Chubbs’ “very good argument.” And so he deposited this giant rant, which in many ways is even scarier than Chubbs’ original.
He’s a tad verbose, so I’ve trimmed out some stuff that isn’t relevant to his general, er, thesis. And I’ve also taken the liberty of adding a few paragraph breaks and bolding a few of the best (i.e. worst) bits.
When men don’t get the women they want they turn to violence.
Not a good start here, because this just isn’t true. In this case, the phrase “not all men” is, for once, appropriate. Most men don’t get violent when they’re turned down.
This is established all over the animal kingdom and offers a good example about how it applies to humans, that snotty girls who keep their sexual treasures to all but a few males cause the remaining males to snap. …
Animals do all sorts of things that humans don’t do, and we can’t always learn from their behavior or assume that it relates to our own lives.
Or maybe the Evo Psych crew is just looking at the wrong animals. When banana slugs can’t find a partner to have sex with, they simply fertilize themselves. There’s a lesson here, I think, for the angry incels of the world: you can’t always get what you want, and when you can’t, sex with yourself is better than murder.
High school is a massively sexually charged winner take all environment. … Today’s high school is basically an ongoing audition for a porno video and the guys and girls who don’t make the cut can only sit at home and masturbate.
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It’s demeaning and hits a major blow to a person’s sexual identity to not be invited to frolic with the beautiful people.
Somehow most people, regardless of gender, manage to survive even if they’re not frolicking with Charlize Theron and/or Channing Tatum.
I’m sorry but almost no men go on wild shooting rampages if they have a beautiful female in their keep.
In their keep?! Also, no. Charles Manson was surrounded by beautiful young women. Yet he orchestrated multiple grisly murders.
The only guys that do so are bank robbers and thieves, generally guys at a later stage of life more fixated on money.
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Human beings naturally assess the amount of sex going around them and judge themselves in relationship to the amount and type of sex others are getting.
You know, you can’t actually tell how much and what kind of sex someone is having just by looking at them. Yes, there will always be people in the world having more sex with you. And some of these people are having sex with people you would probably like to have sex with. There are also people who are smarter than you, funnier than you, who can play chess or kickbox better than you, who have hundreds or thousands of times more money than you do.
That’s life. Life isn’t fair.
This makes sense because from a reproductive standpoint sex is coveted, and sex with beautiful thin, young women are the most coveted. Being the first to spoil these young women sexually is viewed reproductively as a guarantee of parentage, thus this is why males instinctively covet and burn with passion for these females.
Ah, yes, it was only a matter of time until the creepy pedo-justifying Evo Psych assfacts made their appearance. Not all men “burn with passion” in their pants for virginal high school girls.
This is why we have “morality” which is in its essence is a promise not to flaunt or indulge in sex moreso than the lowest man or woman in your tribe. This is what is meant when people say “morality went out the window.” They mean someone with more sexual prowess is openly indulging in sex and broadcasting it to stimulate the jealousy of the underclasses.
I’m pretty sure that’s not what people mean when they say “morality went out the window.”
This teen killed people cause he thought that beautiful girls were out of reach. The high school environment merely rubbed it in his face. Yes drugs to treat ADD might’ve eroded many of the impulse control functions in the teen, but the rage against the high school was still the gasoline.
[citation needed]
He might’ve had a picture or two taken with a girl next to him, but oftentimes those high school girls lie and simply eat up the male’s offerings without granting sexual access, but grant it to a random stud.
How dare young women choose who to have sex with, and who not to!
I’m not saying the girl he killed deserved it, it’s only that when you are in that frame of mind you cannot tell who is having more sex than others and you simply fill in the gaps with rage.
Wait, so if she had turned him down he would have been justified in killing her?
The beautiful girl simply represented everything that the teen couldn’t get. The steady love and wild sex of a valuable young girl.
Yeah, I think you’re confusing high school with porn again. His rampage lasted roughly a minute and a half. He shot her because she was there.
All the other theories posted on this site seem comical, self-righteous and weirdly off-point. It’s like you’re assessing the situation as an asexual senior citizen or righteous prude.
Not a lot of “prudes” here. Just people who find the “women need to have sex with ‘nice guys’ or these ‘nice gys’ will kill you all” to be a somewhat problematic argument.
Generally men want sex with young thin beauties who validate their existence.
Some men do. But most men, among those who are sexually attracted to women, aren’t as neurotically fixated on this small slice of the female demographic – women in their teens and early twenties who are somehow both virginal and sexually “wild” – as manosphere men seem to be. And most people don’t base their entire self-worth on whether or not they’re having sex with beautiful people.
Some men prefer women older than them. Some like women who are fat. Plenty of men don’t fixate on a particular physical type and are attracted to all sorts of different women. Believe it or not, whogoesthere, there are lots of men who are more interested in what’s in a woman’s head than they are in whether or not she matches up with some particular checklist of physical attributes.
If society removes all of the social pathways to attaining such a beauty, such as making prostitution illegal, increasing shame for men who seek sex, rewarding females and males called manginas who identify and mock the sex seekers and so on… this will lead to depression in men and all of the behaviors surrounding it, including shootings. Sounds pretty much like a logical line of reasoning to me.
And that’s the problem. It’s not actually a logical line of reasoning at all. It’s more like a sort of blackmail.
Men don’t kill women because they can’t have “the steady love and wild sex of a valuable young girl.” Sometimes men kill women because they feel entitled to have sex with these “valuable young girls” and become bitter and enraged when they can’t find a “valuable young girl” who agrees with them on this particular point.
It’s not the lack of “sexual access” that’s the problem. It’s the notion that your desire for “sexual access” means more than the right of that person to say “no.” It’s the notion that society has done you wrong because you can’t (at least at the moment) get laid. It’s the idea that your desire to have sex with a particular kind of woman somehow trumps the right of other people to live.
I mean, what the fucking fuck.
Oh, by the way, there’s no evidence that the shooter in question – Karl Halverson Pierson – was motivated by sexual frustration. His intended target was the school librarian, who is also the school’s debate coach. Pierson was obsessed with debate, and had some sort of grudge against the coach.
Fireflies! I’d love to see them.
I had more fun getting fanged by Ebil Maddie a few minutes ago than underwhelming troll’s probably ever had in his life.
Still no BF, and the fireflies seem to have called it a night, so I’m back.
They’re lovely bugs, even when they crash into your face!
We should play “questionably shitty things that are more fun than troll boy’s ever had” 🙂
Being chewed alive by mosquitoes. Because it was while laying the mulch for the rope course at camp and ZIPLINE!! So what if I looked and felt like I had chickenpox again, ropes, and zipline!
And OF COURSE he just got home, should’ve waited five more min!
Pecunium, do we ever get to see some wedding pics?
But let’s be honest. If undies joined a circus skills group and took a real interest in juggling, unicycling or acrobatics, or learning how to maintain trapeze equipment, or get involved in background/support work like erect seating or fancy tents, he’d have a lot better life and may be a lot more interesting to other people, some of whom might be women.
@Argenti
I’ll play!
Scooping a big scary spider that scuttled onto my desk into a yogurt cup and releasing it into my front yard at the same time about 30 sparrow are taking dirt baths under the big evergreen by my porch.
They are so used to my presence that only a few flew off and I got to sit on my front steps and watch them flap around and groom each other while I tried to convince myself that every hair brushing over my neck wasn’t the spider coming back for a second go.
Now I get to heat up some leftover mushroom pilau & roasted root veggies before my sweetie comes home with enough time to put together a salad & chill some wine.
What a lovely evening.
@Argenti:
Wow, so much has happened in the last few months.
Right now, they’re getting over a cold that they dragged home from day care, and so are we. I can’t decide if I prefer being congested and unable to breathe, or drippy and sniffly with one ear clogged all the time.
They’re walking and either they’re making more sense or we’re beginning to understand them. They’ve got “Mama” and “Da-da” down, although my little girl thought we were both “Da-da” to the point that when my little boy called Beloved “Mama” she toddled over and firmly patted B’s leg and said “Da. Da.” as if to correct him.
Also, she’s a little snitch. I thought maybe MLB had something in his hand he oughtn’t to, so I asked him what he had, and MLG walked over, took it from him, and brought it to me. It was a Cheerio.
Here — you can show your BF (congrats again, BTW) and see if he’s a keeper.
BTW- jealous of the zipline!
Absolutely filthy fingernails. The kind where you need to soak your hands in dish soap to get them clean-ish, scrub, and repeat. Today they were gross because I had to prune my tomatoes, weed my sweet potato beds, plant black-eyed peas, and turn my compost. I HATE having filth stuck under my nails, but I love the fact that come July I’ll have jars of marinara sauce to feed my family. I love that we’ll be eating those sweet potatoes (topped with marshmallows, natch) at Thanksgiving dinner and those black eyed peas come New Year’s Day. And most of all I love that compost, because the bin it’s in is my prize possession. Mr. FM built it for my Christmas present in 2012, and he made everything just the way I wanted it. I may be tossing leaves, paper, and rotting veggie scraps while I’m in there, but I’m really basking in the love of a man who spent hours shopping, sawing, and hammering so that I could have something just right.
Tomorrow my fingernails are going to be disgusting again. I’m making potstickers with the kids. and guess who’ll have to mix the raw pork and veggies by hand? Can’t wait. 🙂
@Flying Mouse
I still do the black eyed pea tradition at New Year’s, mostly at the insistence of my mother.
This make no sense since it is not a part of our heritage, but of my father’s family who rejected her completely after she came out.
And I am with you on the hating having grime under my nails, I love gardening and keep mine very short but they collect yuck at the drop of a hat.
Out of curiosity, how is your compost organized? I am trying to put together a three stage system out of scavenged wooden pallets, but it’s slow going.
I really don’t want to re-engage with the troll but I think it’s funny how he focuses on the interesting hobbies and experiences of the men in this thread and completely ignores the women. It’s as if he doesn’t think the interests and lives of women actually matter, who’d of thunk it?
FM — definitely the best kind of gross! Sounds like you’ll have some serious noms for your effort!
Falconer — hope y’all feel better soon, and D’AWWW they just keep getting cuter! Even if she is a snitch. As for my BF, the pic of your son right up in the camera made him jump, and then he used the rate at which babies kill people (childbirth) as an excuse for being frightened by an infant. Until then he was sharing my TWINNNNSSSS!! Yep, he’s a keeper (hilariously, when I born, I got neither “it’s a boy” nor “it’s a girl”, nope, I got “it’s a keeper”…I was born into a fishing joke!)
Happy birthday, Kittehs!
LBT, do you like eggplant? If so then you might like this dish that’s technically a dip, but so good that if you like creamy eggplant things you have to try it.
http://mypersiankitchen.com/kashkeh-bademjan-persian-eggplant-dip/
Or this is more of a main dish
http://www.anediblemosaic.com/?p=10801
Here are some more simple recipes, many of which can be served cold. Imam bayaldi is awesome. This link should also lead you to tons of other Lebanese recipes.
http://www.habeeb.com/Vegetarian-and-Lebanese-recipes.08.html
Also, do you like Vietnamese food? I guess bun is technically a salad, but it’s pretty substantial what with the rice noodles and all and not that hard to make.
I can also dig up my soba salad recipe if anyone isn’t already in the salad overkill zone.
On a far more interesting than this troll note:
I’ve just discovered Gossip.
I lurve them.
LOL LOL now underpantsonhishead is assuming pecunium’s from Europe. Fail #5786, sonny. He’s USian.
What would you know about whether interests make people attractive, sonny? Outside porn and games, you don’t seem to have any. You know jack shit about other people and can’t be bothered finding out. You demonstrate this over and over again, not least by assuming everyone else on the thread is lying (why would we bother? You really think you’re the protagonist in our lives?) or just not smart enough to know how miserable the world really is.
If being happy and fulfilled and caring about other people (human or any other species) and subjects and causes and hobbies is as delusional as you seem to think, and has nothing to do with attraction, then the delusion is better than your so-called reality. Who’s the miserable one on this thread? Why, I do believe it’s you.
Oh, and if interests play no part in initial attraction, why are you bothering to pretend you have any, to chase women? It should be a waste of time if that initial appeal isn’t there, despite your suddenly-acquired square jaw and fit body.
The circular logic is funny. Attractive women are shallow people who wear lots of makeup and are really into money, therefore women who’re not shallow and who don’t wear as much makeup are unattractive. If anyone exists outside this paradigm, well, fuck you for bringing that up, and also you must be wrong.
And now, back to my mancave of woe and despair, where I shall plot my future hottie purchases.
@piratejennie – Mine is a slight riff on this one . I originally wanted a three-stage one, too, but we just didn’t have enough room for it behind the garden shed. This one works like a dream, and you’d probably get about the same aeration or better with pallets for the sides. The chicken wire on top is nice, since you can glance in every now and then to see how things are going. Even though I’ve had the thing for two years, I’ve only got one side full so far. Where I live is hot and humid, stuff rots pretty quickly. 🙂
New Year’s food: we usually have sauerkraut, too, which my mom says is a Pennsylvania Dutch tradition (her side of the family; Dad’s the Southerner born and bred). Mr. FM wanted no part of any of this until I hid the kraut in a Reuben sandwich. So now we have those, and black eyed peas baked in barbecue sauce. Somewhere my ancestors weep in two languages.
And of course the troll is ignoring most of the women on this thread. We’re all old, we watch network TV, I mentioned home-canned tomatoes and you were talking about an upcycling project. All of that means we’re unattractive. We might have social use, but this thread is all about his boner. And ugly old women like us make his boner so, so sad.
Recipe! You do have to cook initially if you want the chicken with it, otherwise nope, just get the noodles soft. This is delicious, and keeps well in the fridge for several days.
http://foodwishes.blogspot.ca/2012/09/spicy-rice-noodle-salad-strange-but-chew.html
Also! Super-simple Greek-style quinoa salad (I add more veggies, like bell peppers). Also keeps well in the fridge. Works as a side or as a main.
http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/bobby-flay/greek-quinoa-salad-recipe.html
Oooh, questionably shitty things that are more fun than troll’s had!
Do they need to be shitty things in connection with good stuff, or just stand-alone?
If stand-alone counts, I have this: when I was working in the preparators’ department at the MoV, cleaning up animal skeletons involved using dermestid beetles to do the bulk of the work. One day I got an allergic reaction to them – twelve massive sneezes in a row (yes I was counting, I couldn’t do much else) and then huge itchy lumps all over my forearms. It comes from the hair of the larvae – they’re like tiny fuzzy caterpillars, the only beetle larvae with hair, iirc.
Never happened again, weirdly enough.
I think he’s hoping that pecunium will take pity on him and teach him the ways of attracting the vagina carriers.
(Hint – it’s “be a person whose company women enjoy”.)
@Lea
Me too, and far more interesting than this troll.
Beth Ditto is awesome.
Undies: Dude who says he’s good looking enough to model
You missed the part where I was the person the game designer built the character around (this was circa 1987, so it wasn’t exactly the most heroic looking of animations, even if it was for an Amiga game).
And fencing? What? Do you live on a manor?
Sigh… my dear chap, that would be polo. Do try to keep up with the times. (for what it’s worth, we have a town house in Jersey. My income (the least of the three of us) covers the utilities and the housing association fees).
Was an interrogator in the army and thinks he’s fit to comment on any one else’s morality.
Yep. Because unlike you I know what the job actually is. I also know what I’ve done, and not done. Better yet, it’s a job which requires one to examine one’s own morals, and keep present in one’s mind. In short it calls for a skill you’ve shown to be possessed of nary a dram… self-reflection.
Believes sincerity is the key to flirting, man, things must really be different in Europe.
What’s your fixation on Europe? I’m from the American West Coast/Southwest.
And yeah, I do think sincerity is the key, because that’s what works. And it’s what worked for those who paid attention to instruction.
It would be awesome if that was true. But women don’t care if you have the same interests, as far as being attracted to someone goes. Nobody does. Sure that can form the basis of a solid relationship, but the initial Attraction that forms in the first few minutes of meeting someone is innate. You can’t do anything about it.
Uhmmmn…. nope. It’s possible that, in some settings, how someone looks may drive the first move, but after that, there is some sort of interaction. If it’s at a dance, it will be how well one knows the steps. If it’s at a concert it will be how well one knows the music (or better, related music in the genre).
If at a con, it will be how well one knows the fandom. If it’s in a non-specific setting it will be… how well one picks up on the cues the other person gives to their interests. It’s quite possible to have NOTHING in common, and still be interesting; if you can be genuinely interested in what they find interesting (or have stories/interests which they find interesting).
I’m not ugly, but I’m nowhere near the social ideal. I’m a man of average height with a BMI of about 18. You do the math.
As I said, you are so fixated on all the things you haven’t got, that you don’t work to have anything (save your quioxitic quest for enough capital to risk it all with day trading, so that you can get those women who love money to pretend they love you).
Pathetic.
Truefax – I learned fencing specifically so that if barbarians like undfreeland were ever attempting to invade the castle I could repel them with style and ease.
(I took archery too, so hopefully I can pick most of them off because they even get the siege engine in place.)
undieonhishead,
You don’t have to be wealthy to learn things. You might have to be resourceful and determined, but time and sweat are free.
I’ve found that people love to talk about their passions and if you show interest, not even aptitude, but authentic interest, they’ll give you tips. Many things can be learned through trial and error, though that’s probably the hardest way to learn anything.
I’ve also learned that showing consistently up with a good attitude is a great way to be a student of anything.
Stop looking for excuses for why you’re a snooze and just make a fucking effort. Life isn’t much fun for passive folks who guard their egos too much. If you can’t make a fool of yourself, get your heart broken or fail spectacularly, you’re going to miss alot of good stuff. You don’t know much about living, babyman. You know less about love. I feel sorry for you. You risk nothing, give nothing and expect to only be happy when life is easy and everything is given to you. You want to use another person’s supposed “value” to make you feel you have your own. That won’t work. Trust me, it’s been tried a million times before and it never works. Ships in harbor and all that noise…
cassandra – and what are the odds that his fantasies of purchasing a hottie will be a waste of time, because (apart from the obvious reasons) he doesn’t much like sex anyway? He claims not to want to flaunt his HB10 in front of other dudes, yet wants her to adore him and give him ego-fellatio. He whines about beautiful women being materialistic, doesn’t like the idea of marriage because he might have to spend HIS $$$$ on someone else, or (shudder) actually spend time in their company – yet he wants to be rich so he can impress, and presumably spend money on, young women.
So … the deal for a young woman is a rich dude who doesn’t like her, doesn’t want to know anything about her as a person, only wants her to be beautiful for the validation it gives him, and looks on sex as a chore (though at least her HotBabeness makes it a little less tedious for him).
He’s like that repulsive narrator in
. He really should just stick to (no pun intended because ewww) watching his porn collection. At least nobody there has to put up with him.
cassandra: I think he’s hoping that pecunium will take pity on him and teach him the ways of attracting the vagina carriers.
The sad part is… I have. He doesn’t, of course, want to hear it; because it requires work on his part.
Settle down, blockquote mammoth, that was meant to be italicised! 😀