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.
One of my favorite things lately?
When I get out of the house, walking somewhere, and cross paths with someone walking a dog. As we pass, I smile, give a little wave, and say, “Fine looking dog you’ve got there!”
Always brings a smile to their face. I just brightened someone’s day with almost no effort. Feels GOOD.
No, it doesn’t get me laid. What kind of ridiculous question is that?
I don’t want to scroll back, but whoever compared Unfun to the dwarves in Last Battle was spot on. “No, I’m in a foul-smelling stable in the dark! Stop trying to tell me I’m not!”
I missed the brag about sexing 13 women. Are you mean for thinking that’s funny, Cassandra? No. I’m I mean for thinking he’s lying, so why bother taking such a childish boast seriously anyway?
@Kitteh, who posted:
“I was thinking that not wanting to spend money or go out + claiming he doesn’t want to show her off + doesn’t want to talk to her = probably wants her locked in the basement the whole time and letting her out only when he wants an adoration fix.”
And now I’m thinking of that whacked-out film, “Boxing Helena.” Ewwww.
Pecunium — I’m maybe halfway to that number and am POSITIVE I’ve had better sex than this fool ever will! Mostly because I’ve generally had partners willing to laugh when things go all wrong and talk out how not to do that again (top bunk is better in theory than practice, but at least we didn’t land on the floor!)
And I’m glad you got to Und before me, because I was about to scream at him for that line about interrogators!
As for wedding pics, I haven’t gone through mine, I’ll do so Monday and email you the good ones. (We went to Boston aquarium the next day and I took So Many Pictures, so I’ve been avoiding dealing with the photos from that weekend)
Lea — they weren’t therapy horses, but yep, holding a shovel got me in with horses too.
“I have a somewhat hard time reconciling how the 90s are becoming the distant past.”
So much! Particularly since I’m an 80s baby and it’s So Weird having my childhood as some long ago time.
I can think of a lot of things which were straight up shitty (lots of mucking out stables, and chicken coops… it’s the whole European Manor house, chores and all, and les droights de siegneur ain’t what they used to be).
But for “questionably shitty things that are more fun than troll boy’s ever had”
Rucking up at 0300, for the third patrol of the night, having gotten four hours of sleep, and done a land-nav problem that morning, and walking into an ambush because the sq. ldr wasn’t smart enough to put an OP on the only road out of the search area. Panicking for a moment and fearing I was going to be downchecked on my leadership evaluation (I was a fire team leader) because I took too long to start hollering commands.
Going to shovel cow-shit, and milk the cows at the LA County Fairgrounds on 9/11, because we figured no one was going to be there (we were right, all but two of the staff stayed home) and getting called to my armory, heading home to find out my girlfriend had been sent to the ER when a pipe from the pasteuriser let go and hit her in the head: Snuggling her when we finally got home.
Humping 30 lbs up the Paria, in Utah, through mud and muck, and humid sunshine; hurt like hell, but the canyons were so worth it.
Ignoring my broken ankle (not as brave/stupid, as it sounds, I thought it was sprained) to see van Gogh (and a lot of other impressionists) on the last day of the Musée d’Orsay exhibit in San Fransico. It hurt like hell, and I was in a wheelchair, but van Gogh….!
Having my finger broken while doing Aikido.
Sleeping on a floor, so my friend could use the chair, while my fiancée sat up with his wife, before my turn to sit up with her, so he’d be rested for the transition phase of her labor.
Passing a kidney stone.
Oh, and cleaning up fish turds. Because yep, it’s a shitty task, literally, but FISH!! (Reminds me, Puff is overdue for a vacuuming)
Van Gogh! Braving a trip to NYC so a certain someone here and I could engage in our mutual love of his paintings.
First time pecunium and I met in person, totally worth dealing with my fear of people 🙂
Everyone, please thank him for getting me in sneezing distance of Starry Night, the brush strokes! Someone fetch me a fainting couch!
For those who care: some photos of the covers:
One
Two
For the completists amongst you: Three
“[Q]uestionably shitty things that are more fun than troll boy’s ever had”
Being at work half an hour after the end of your shift because a patient’s deteriorated, had a rapid response and then comes good all of a sudden … and wonders why everyone’s in her room making such a fuss over her.
Old video game covers are time machines for me.
I dunno, after being exposed to trolls and MRA/PUA bullshit, it lead me to believe some frustrated men channel their inability to love a woman into cruelty.
Being detained in a garage in Cairo for four hours, during which no one knew my whereabouts, and trying to down a glass of horrible dubious juice so as not to offend my “hosts”.
Potty training twins. (shudder)
Hey, happy birthday, kittehserf! Hope it’s been a good day, with lots of quality Mr. K. time!
Getting food poisoning in Thailand. I mean OK, so I puked a lot, but hey, I was in Thailand so the weather was nice, and I was able to eat great food as soon as I got over it.
Point of information on the covers, neither of the models (myself, and the game designer, who was posing in the black armor) had to acquire costume, or props. We owned them. I still have the moccasins and the sword (1840 Pattern US NCO’s saber, made in 1862: Ames Manufacturing, Chicopee, Mass. Inspected by Andrew D. King).
Random thought – there’s a bit at the end of Boys In The Band where a character confronts Michael and tells him that he’s a vicious, miserable shit of a man, not because he’s gay, but because he hates himself for being gay and knowing that he always will be. I’m paraphrasing. I’m starting to think that Unbearable hates being attracted to people for whom he feels only contempt and loathing (i.e., women), and that spiritual ptomaine has poisoned his entire outlook on life.
It’s almost enough to make me feel sorry for him. Emphasis on the second word.
Pecunium – those are some rockin’ pictures! Thanks for sharing.
Urgh. I was thinking of The Collector and that was gross enough.
Heh – numbers: I’ve had ONE partner, who is in Spirit, and even if one discounts that as imagination, it’s still better sex than unfununderwhelming ever has or will!
Shitty things: second trip to the US, being hit with my period on the plane, plus getting a cold, then having to pile in a car early the morning after landing to go from LA to Yosemite. Because bff’s mum, who’s chronically incapable of getting anywhere on time, was picking bff and me up, we had no time to pack our stuff properly, and ended up more or less twined around things in the back seat. Coming straight after a 12 hour flight and lousy night’s sleep, it was however-many-hours of a seriously uncomfortable trip. Then we got to Yosemite and the people we were renting the condo from were disorganised and took ages to find our keys and paperwork.
BUT then we got to the condo, and had cups of tea/coffee, and were able to relax at last, and laugh about the Mysterious Water Patch in the bathroom, and, well, YOSEMITE.
Oh, Robert, Boys in the Band, I remember seeing that ages ago. Before that, the parents saw it when it was playing live here, in the late 60s, early 70s. Apparently my father claimed afterward “I’m homosexual and always have been.” Curious, given all his adultery was committed with women. Perhaps the word bisexual wasn’t in his vocabulary, or (more likely) he was wearing his martyr hat at the time.
Say, speaking as Falconer did upthread (it was this thread, wasn’t it?) about the wonderful Tom Baker, here he is playing Rasputin in Nicholas and Alexandra.
Taken by the late Bill Rotsler (good photographer, great artist, wonderful human being).
Well, so much for that embed code (not youtube). Try again …
http://youtu.be/S55mFWEG6nc
I think I found undfreeland on Tumblr!
http://staydepressed.tumblr.com/post/62918923565
I think undies is conflating Pecunium with Fibi? He only cares about the male opinions here and he can’t even get those sorted! Classic.
Things more fun than troll? When I was 11 or 12 I caught strep throat three times in one summer. What’s the point of being sick in the summer when you’re a kid? There’s no school to miss! At least I got all the ice cream I wanted and didn’t have to do my chores. That’s why it was better than undies.
My other random fun fact is something lots of people might know already, but kitty talk is always welcome right?
The reason calico and tortie cats are female is that a cat’s color gene is on the X chromosome. A female will have two Xs so she can inherit a black group gene and a red group gene and become calico or tortie. The vast majority of males having one or the other will be either black group or red group. There are the occasional males who have two Xs and a Y and so they can be calico, but they are usually sterile. They’re called Klinefelter males. Female cats are so misandrist hogging all the colors!
Speaking of cats, can they get sick of their humans? I was unemployed since May of last year. Darrow became less affectionate with me. A mere two days into my new job he’s become so sweet, cuddly and purry again.
This is why I need your help.
WWTH – I bet Darrow was thinking you were slacking off, not going out and getting $$$ for kitty treats and comfy cushions and other important things for him.
I had a moment of Humble Gratitude today. Mads has decided she wants the record cabinet as a bed, so I moved all the dvds, videos and cds that sit on top of it to other shelves, and put a red rug she likes onto it. She decided this offering was acceptable, had a squirm around, and is still napping there a couple of hours later!
Irritable bowel syndrome: much more fun than underpantstroll, and likely more fun than he’s ever had.
Oh deary me. Just looking at the official website for Versailles’ 3D recreations of its various builds and come across this:
In September 1630, the queen-mother took advantage of the serious illness of her rival Cardinal de Richelieu that nearly killed him to ask her son to remove him.
I think their translation got borked somewhere along the way. It wasn’t Richelieu’s illness, it was Louis’s! Marie got at him (or thought she did – nothing like interpreting silence to mean what you want) while he was close to death and then convalescing. Lovely parent, no?
Und’s insistence on never moving in with someone inspired me to ruminate a bit.
And here is something else he will never understand.
Happy Birthday Kittehserf! Happy Anniversary LBT!
“questionably shitty things that are more fun than troll boy’s ever had”
Hmmm … parrot-sitting my friend’s parrots when my friend went on a two week holiday. This friend loved her parrots. One was super friendly, and liked sitting on or near people, but was sometimes bitey. The other one liked people, but would not go near fingers (she was a rescue). They were both bigger than birds I was used to, and would ask for what they wanted e.g. “juice” for “water”, which I wasn’t used to. One day, the bitey one decided biting me was fun, as in she would sit on me and periodically bite my finger with no warning. Then she said “juice”, bit me, and started drinking my blood. There was water in a little tub on the table in front of us, so I don’t know what that was about. I freaked out and had to put her back in her cage (involved more biting from her and apologising from me) and I ended up crying in the bath (questioning my ability and trustworthiness as a parrot-sitter as I recall). It didn’t happen again so I shouldn’t have worried. Apart from that, we ate our meals together (especially if they involved banana) and we would have conversations. Also, somehow they expected me to protect them from enemies such as pigeons sitting on the power lines, people who walked past with umbrellas and strange cars that drove past the house. If there was a cat or a crow outside I would have to go and give it the “I’ve got my eye on you” glare in order for them to relax. So, some not fun bits, but definitely worth it.
Fun fact:
The element Gallium is a liquid between 30 and 2400 degrees celcius, so is a metal that will melt in your hand, and unlike Mercury, it isn’t particularly poisonous.