Now that he’s taken the Red Pill, the Reddittor who calls himself F9R recently announced, he’s “started seeing women as people rather than as magical beautiful goddess creatures.” That’s a good thing, right? Seeing women as actual human beings rather than some imaginary construct?
Well, not so much. Because it turns out that women are just terrible as human beings. No, it’s true! In a rambling comment in the Red Pill subreddit with more than 100 upvotes, F9R reports his scientific findings on the ladies of the world.
Now I’m disillusioned with them because women, for the most part, are boring people. 95% of them spend more time on their appearance than anything else, so as a result they never really have interesting hobbies or develop respectable skill in any particular area. This, in my opinion, could be one of the reasons that women have historically under-performed in almost every activity/industry.
Ah, that explains it! There haven’t been any women presidents, or Popes, or Chairmen of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, because the ladies are spending way too much time fussing with their lipstick and trying to find the exact right shade of eyeshadow.
There haven’t been more women inventors, not because women were denied education for thousands of years or because STEM fields are filled with angry manbabies who cry oppression whenever a woman comes near, but because women don’t have any fascinating, mentally stimulating hobbies like the Red Pillers of the world have. You know, like weight-lifting, or “Game,” or “saying terrible things about women online.”
So you swallow the pill, look around you, and see two groups of people. The first group, men, generally have no innate value and have had to work for everything in life. This is why the loser-winner spectrum is so broad for men; don’t work at all and you’ll end up homeless, work your ass off and you could make millions. The second group, women, have considerable innate value and don’t spend nearly as much time fighting to stay respectable, because they can always fall back on their female safety net; this is why there are almost no homeless women, but it’s rare to find a female CEO.
Ah, the old “female safety net.” You know, the free reserve of rent money and bon bons that all women have access to. Or does he mean “well, if worse comes to worst, you can always become a prostitute”
Not quite as easy to understand as the concept of an oppressive patriarchy, but demonstrably more accurate.
He’s got that right: it’s definitely not as easy to understand.
Tying this in with sex drive: an RP’er will have a hard time respecting plates or women they meet at the bar, because when looking at these women as people rather than as magical, mysterious women, the man will be underwhelmed by her bland personality and/or her obnoxious attempts to seem less bland by being a loud annoying cunt.
Still, if she’s got a nice pair of tits and a round ass, you can forgive her personality and lack of emotional development.
Gosh, I am shocked that a whiny manchild who refers to women as “plates” can’t find anything interesting about them besides their sexy bits.
But then let’s say you get her in bed, and you fuck her, and you’re having a good time. As soon as you finish and are in that refractory period, you look over at the person next to you and see them differently. The tits and ass lose a bit of their appeal since you just finished, and now you see the person next to you for the immature person they really are, and it’s like you’re lying in bed with a child.
Huh. Just a thought, but if you want to date mature women you might want to start by dating, you know, mature women, instead of creepily fixating on women and girls much younger than you are?
Or maybe what’s really happening is that when you look over at the woman you just had sex with, she’s looking at you with disgust, wondering how the hell she ended up in bed with such an asshole, and you rationalize away her disdain towards you as her being “immature.”
It’s weird as fuck and you start to question your life choices. Next time you go out to the bar, you remember that moment, and decide to raise your maturity standards a little. To your dismay, no women measure up.
I hate to tell you this, but I’m pretty sure there aren’t a lot of mature women who see your bitter, immature ass as much of a prize.
That’s the Catch-22 of the Red Pill. It gives you all the women you could ever want, but you see them for what they really are.
Yeah, I’m sure that’s the problem. You’re dizzy with success.
So you’ve got two choices: work on your game and improve yourself in order to keep fucking barely-sentient organic sex toys, or go your own way and focus on your life instead because the game just isn’t worth it to you.
The grapes barely-sentient organic sex toys are definitely sour.
Men who choose the former are Red Pill alphas, and men who choose the latter are MGTOW. Blue Pillers just ignore the game and continue to get screwed over because they have no idea what they’re doing.
Keep telling yourself that.
And seriously, go your own fucking way already. Just do it. The further away, the better. If you think of women as barely sentient organic sex toys, stick with the non-organic, non-sentient variety of sex toy and leave the actual human beings alone.
Oh, and speaking of needlepoint, here’s my favorite song about crocheting. I know I’ve posted it before, but I don’t care. It’s not every day I have such a good excuse to post Julie Ruin.
I presume it’s miniskirtree if the fashion police are involved. Miniskirts are automatically misandry if they don’t come with an offer of a blowjob.
Without getting into the whole “women don’t have hobbies” thing (because I CAN’T EVENNNN), it’s worth noting that “worrying about your appearance” isn’t necessarily an unproductive use of one’s time. At the deep end of cosmetics and beauty, there’s a lot of fascinating stuff going on. Nutrition, biology, multiple branches of chemistry; psychology, art and design, colour theory… I’ve come across a fairly well-substantiated school of thought which holds that the Ancient Egyptians’ mindblowingly sophisticated corpus of knowledge relating to wet chemistry may well have got its start due to the demand for a really good blue eyeshadow.
As hobbies go, one could do worse, is my point.
My investment in my appearance is entirely superficial. It’s still worthwhile. The way I’m perceived and treated without my eyebrows plucked or my hair blowdryed, when I’m dressed in jeans that sag at the ass and am not wearing a bra is TERRIBLE. Yeah, I get criticized when I wear makeup too (then I’m shallow and dumb and boring and deceptive, etc.) so, really, I can’t win but I lose less when I “play the game”, shave my legs, put on a bra and wear some lip gloss. The fact doing so affords me better professional and educational opportunities demonstrates investing in one’s appearance IS worthwhile, even if it’s only because people are shallow.
I still don’t bother to a large extent, really. I shave my legs a few times a month, keep my pit hair short, pluck my eyebrows, try to manage my acne and blowdry my bangs for work. When I’m not working, I do whatever I feel like. Unless I have a do to attend, I don’t bother with makeup or shaving my pits or day-of leg shaving or styling my hair extensively. Unless, of course, I’m in that sort of mood in which case I of course indulge. I do often enjoy painting my toenails.
Classic Rosie Grier moment, brought to you by evil, tear-drinking Marlo Thomas:
It saves you from drowning, not because it floats but because it sucks the ocean dry.
“Somewhere in Canada” sounds amusingly vague, since geographically most of Canada is wilderness. Bloomfield probably lives in or near a city, but now I imagine her hiding from feminists in a cabin somewhere along the Manitoba-Nunavut border.
Re: Paul Elam being really as big as he claims. Seriously? I’m surprised he doesn’t blame the lack of supersized men’s clothes on feminism.
Re: sex toy vs. dog toy
I have, uh, found out that dog toys can be potentially used as human toys. Probably many dogs have found out the reverse, too.
A hobby is something one does in one’s leisure time for fun. As such, it can’t really be said to be unproductive because the whole point is to derive enjoyment from it. As long as a person is enjoying their hobby, that hobby is productive.
Just because you don’t enjoy a certain hobby or pastime doesn’t mean it’s worthless, it just means different people have different interests. I think I learned this lesson when I was kindergarten.
MRAs could probably all do with a kindergarten refresher course, now that I think about it.
At the risk of becoming a Manboobz pariah I will now admit a terrible thing…I don’t like knitting. Or sewing, or crafting of any kind really. I will never make with my own hands anything that can be worn by other people or sold on Etsy. It’s just not my thing. I love both clothes and jewelry, but making them myself? Not for me.
And yet! I don’t regard those hobbies as worthless or as a waste of people’s time. If the person enjoys doing the thing then clearly their time is not wasted, since they’re enjoying what they’re doing, and a lot of the traditional womanly hobbies that dudes like this look down on (like knitting) produce things that are useful to and much appreciated by other people, or that are a source of pleasure to the person who made them. So basically the only reason these hobbies are being slotted into the “useless” category is that they’re traditionally associated with women.
I bet these guys don’t think that puttering around on cars is a useless hobby.
They probably think body-building is a perfectly valid* and manly hobby, which has nothing to do with working on your appearance.
*which it is of course
Sure, women have no hobbies. That’s why Pintrest isn’t a thing. Nope, it doesn’t exist. If it did, it wouldn’t be predominately frequented by women.
All the female-ID’d people I know seem to have fantastic hobbies, ranging from engineering ad electronics-related fun, to roller derby and LARPing with homemade (foam) swords, to brewing and distilling, to more traditionally feminine occupations like gardening, knitting and jewellery-making. Given that many of them have also parlayed a passtime into lucrative sideline, or even into a small business that becomes their primary job, “unproductive” is hardly the mot juste.
But then we know all that. I suspect that many of the redpillers do too; it’s hard for me to imagine that a person could walk through a world full of women doing all these things and more (and then posting about it all online, let’s not forget), and yet not _notice_ any of that stuff going on. I used to try and assume good faith and take assertions like “women don’t have productive hobbies” at face value; these days, I tend to parse them more as deliberate misrepresentation. By saying something manifestly ridiculous like this, MRAs get to smear women in the eyes of less experienced or more credulous males; they also get to waste the time and energy of any feminist or ally who happens to rise to their bait.
(…Oh, and fire spinning. I seem to know quite a few female fire spinners. Technically I guess that doesn’t produce much of anything except large amounts of concentrated AWESOME.)
The funny thing is, I know what my guy friends do in their leisure time, and I know what my gal friends do in their leisure time.
And it’s not really all that different.
Sure, some of the guys are manly, manly men who follow all the sports teams. But, um, I don’t want to shock anybody here, but did you know women are into sports too? Sometimes not the same sports–but, nevertheless, sports.
The same for every hobby I can think of, right down the line. People like things, and the gender lines of who’s ‘supposed’ to like what are rarely all that important to the people enjoying the things.
What happens when an evil feminist who also has no productive hobbies because she’s a woman likes watching hockey with her husband so they can both swear at the referees over bad calls? I’m just curious which one of us is supposed to apologize for making misogynists cry.
Sorry, only MAN games count as sports. If enough women start following a MAN game, it becomes a lady game and gets its sport card removed.
There was also the time she suggested it was possible to donate to the KKK ~ironically~. (Excellent summary/response post). Or the time she and Margaret Cho pretended to rape a Katy Perry lookalike (link goes to a description and video) because “fuck Prop 8”.
I’m not trying to shame anyone for liking her! I like some problematic things, too, as I think we all do. Those just seem like things people would want to know about.
I miss the roller derby of my youth – but at least World Team Tennis is still around for egalitarianism.
@cassandrakitty:
Well, your husband is obviously a loser beta for not making you stay in the kitchen (-100 points*). Emotional feeeeemales can’t understand complicated, logical hobbies such as hockey, so you’re doing it wrong even if you do the exact same things as him (-100 points). In addition, you’re a woman (-500 points), and also a feminist (-eleventybajilliontrillion points). Your husband gets a hundred bonus points for being a man, so he breaks even at 0 points, while you land firmly on minus eleventybajilliontrillionsixhundred points. The misogynists weep, and it’s all your fault.
Unless your husband is also a feminist, in which case you still lose, but not quite as devastatingly.
*All values are counted by Assfax, Inc.
Ooh, me next! In a monogamous heterosexual relationship, what happens when the one who drinks beer, smokes, eats a lot of meat, watches sports and is not a feminist is the woman, while the man lives by feminist values, hates watching sports, enjoys trying out vegetable recipes, doesn’t smoke and drinks wine? Am I being *slur*-whipped by my SO?
Dear Anarchonist, it is clear to me as an MRA that you are merely pretending to be a feminist in order to supplicate towards your girlfriend in the hope that she won’t spermjack you. This is the case even though she isn’t a feminist, because she’s lying about that too. I suggest immediately eating an entire cow and watching approximately 32 hours of porn while intermittently addressing your girlfriend using gendered slurs in order to restore balance to your household.
That line made me literally LOL. Well played, cassandrakitty, well played.
That reminds me of our old buddy und from the two thousand comment plus thread a while back. “Of course I support feminism! If you slut-shamed women, they’d never sleep with me!”
Cassandrakitty is at the top of her game today.
I think I need to mansplain a bit here: “Women have no hobbies” means “I don’t know any women who are involved in my favorite hobby.” You cannot make any sense of anything MRAs say unless you first translate them from manspeak to English. (I can’t remember having conversed with any woman who didn’t have a hobby, assuming she had time left over after job, child care, and housework.)
Sorry, that should have been misogynistspeak, not manspeak. Manspeak can at times be not too far from English.
There’s manspeak, and then there’s angrymanspeak, dumbbrospeak (I used to work with a whole small start-up company full of frat bros! wouldn’t recommend it, but I now speak fluent Bro), and confusedbyfeminismspeak. Reddit somehow manages to combine all of these, along with persecutednerdspeak.
Add a healthy dollop of ‘and when women do get in my hobby, they’re doing it wrong and must be driven out.’
So, in other words, women have to be multilingual to survive in the Greater Manosphere (the MRAs being the core Manosphere).
“Add a healthy dollop of ‘and when women do get in my hobby, they’re doing it wrong and must be driven out.’”
Actually this is unlikely. The bro has probably chosen a hobby that only appeals to people suffering from testosterone poisoning, otherwise known as Testosterone Toxicity Syndrome, or TTS.