I‘ve been so busy with all the shenanigans surrounding AVFM and their little conference that I’m afraid I’ve been neglecting the good old Men’s Rights subreddit. Don’t feel bad, Men’s Rights subreddit, for today I took a few moments out of my hard-core semi-vacationing to pay you a little visit!
While there, I noticed the regulars discussing a terrible quandary that faces all modern men: “As a man, would you help a child in distress?”
Here are some of the answers that got upvoted:
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Yep. Upvotes for a fellow who says he let a three-year-old boy literally fall out of a shopping cart and smash his head open because, oh no, some hypothetical hysterical mother might have accused him of  child molestation.
The details of his story make so little sense I can only assume he’s making the story up — if he was walking past the bakery, how could he have been close enough to “reflexively grab” a child in a shopping cart inside the bakery?
I’m not sure which is worse, the thought that this guy actually let a kid fall and smash his head, or the thought that he made up a story about doing so in order to gain some internet points from MRAs. (Well, the former, obviously, but either way this is a mortifying spectacle.)
But not everyone got upvotes. Here’s a comment that got thumbs down from the Men’s Rightsers  — along with a heavily upvoted reply:
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Human Rights: You’re doing it wrong.
Thanks to r/AMR for pointing me to this lovely thread.
Whenever I was back in the UK my granny would feed it to me. Also, did you guys get a product called “potted meat”? Child me found that name alternately hilarious and revolting.
I hate pretty much all sandwich spread-type things other than pesto. It’s weird, feed me European or American food and I’m such a condiment hater, but put me anywhere in Asia and it’s more like “give me all of the condiments, then some more if we run out”.
Not that I recall, and my diet was pretty lower-class/lower-middle-class British while I was growing up (except, no offal or dripping on toast although we had dripping in the house).
My childhood nightmares were brussels sprouts and mutton roast. Is it any wonder I became vegetarian?
I hated British roast lamb as a kid, which was funny because I loved lamb in the Middle East, or anything Indian made with lamb. The condiments didn’t help. Like, mint sauce, wtf is that?
Cheese sauce improves all British cooking, apart from brussels sprouts and mutton.
And silverbeet, nothing improves silverbeet either. And I love spinach, especially as a raw replacement for lettuce in salads. Go figure.
“mint sauce, wtf is that”
The devil’s hand cream, if you ask me đŸ™‚
I love lamb. Mint does not belong with it. Or with peas!
It’s the texture/viscosity too. Like, is it a sauce or a drink? It’s watery and lumpy at the same time.
Off to google silverbeet, since I have no idea what that is. Presumably living outside the UK is what spared me.
@ Ann
I refer to mayo as Satan’s spooge, so have a seat right here next to me, friend.
Roast lamb.
Mint sauce? That’s for the peas.
The gravy is for the meat and the roast taties and any other root veg.
The cheese sauce is for the cauliflower.
When you’re cleaning up your plate? Add more gravy to be soaked up by the bread and (real) butter.
Cheese sauce I didn’t much like as a kid either. Basically I thought I hated a bunch of vegetables until I realized that I really liked them a. barely cooked and b. prepared with some combination of garlic, ginger, something salty (soy sauce, fish sauce, black beans, yellow beans, etc), and vinegar.
Also, apparently an alternate name for silverbeet is “perpetual spinach”, which amuses me. Why perpetual? In that it leaves an aftertaste, or is it one of those things that once you plant it in a garden you’ll never get rid of it?
I think it’s perpetual as opposed to seasonal.
Add me to the WTF with mint sauce on peas or meat or anything savoury. Ditto mayo (though I’ll say this, the mayo I’ve had in the US is better than here: it’s not as sweet. I hate mixing sweet and savoury/salty flavours.
Mixing Vegemite and cream cheese is an abomination.
However that whole fiasco did lead to the greatest Downfall parody of all.
http://youtu.be/5-GNilv65Ew
Shouldn’t it be perennial spinach, then?
Perpetual makes it sound like some sort of vegetable-based curse.
Or a saint. Our Lady of the Perpetual Spinach.
They only had a one-day supply of leftover spinach, but it miraculously lasted forever.
Actually I guess that would be a curse.
If it was baby spinach and stayed fresh, that’d be useful. Otherwise, hmm.
It’s nature’s dwarf bread!
(For me that would be a bin full of brussel sprouts that never runs dry.)
Spinach is lovely. Especially mixed with ricotta cheese and garlic, to fill cannellloni, baked with a tomato-based sauce. Or raw, as a substitute for lettuce in salads.
Silverbeet is horrid. So is marrow, and eggplant is only edible when mooshed up and made into something like baba ganoush.
I love spinach. Raw or cooked. Spanakopata is the best.
Oh, dear kittehserf – I have had four kids, and we are talking mountains of poo, rivers of pee and lakes of puke. And, really, they do not explode. It just seems that way.
Oddly enough, I was more grossed out by my grandkids leaking everywhere than I was by my own. Must be a hormonal thing. Or I am just a bad granny…