So while poking about the manosphere today I followed a link from an obscure Men’s Rights blog over to Alex Jones’ Infowars site — specifically to the comments on a news article about a study that claims internet porn is destroying marriage.
Jones, as you may know, is essentially the king of the world’s conspiracy theorists, so naturally I expected his commenters to be pretty unhinged. What I didn’t realize is that they would also all be Men’s Rights Activists.
Well, maybe they don’t all call themselves that, but they certainly think like MRAs; several even linked to a site for Men Going Their Own Way.
Most commenters agreed that porn was a better deal than a wife; after all, as numerous wits declared, porn won’t steal half your money in a divorce.
But alongside such familiar, indeed cliché, sentiments there were also some pretty inspired mini-rants. Here’s my favorite, which received several dozen upvotes from the regulars, making it one of the most popular comments in the 373-comment thread.
But there were other comments that were nearly as, er, inspired as this one. Take this righteous comment from one of Mr. EinNietzscheStein’s biggest fans:
And who could forget this fellow’s intriguing theories about female sexuality?
“Hanoi Jane.” Hadn’t heard that in a long time. Really brings you back, doesn’t it?
Katie changed when Mamie passed over, too. Mamie was the oldest female cat, anything but a dominant personality (she had the feline equivalent of a Kick Me sign on her back), and Katie was forever harassing her. Once Mamie had gone, Katie calmed down a good bit and spent more time than ever sitting on my lap, wanting cuddles and so on. She was still the little dominant queen of the house, but it was like she didn’t think she was competing for the position any more. I don’t think she wanted to be the only cat, but she sure loved being boss if she could (she never tried her luck with Magnus; that boy was almost Greeoboishly unbossable).
@skiriki I can’t remember if any of my friends or family that have cat allergies have spent too much time around the savannah (named “Pretty Kitty” because after the 6th cat I lost the will to make real names hah), but she does shed just as much as any other short hair cat I’ve had.
Plus, after I got her I read about how they breed cats like the savannahs and it can be vicious. I never knew anything about it, but it surely has made me more cautious about getting fancy breeds in the future.
My friend Twerpazoid was the biggest boss that ever bossed the world around. She was five and a quarter pounds of Siamese authoritarian who ruled them all with a simple hiss. When she died at the age of 19 the other cats, and I, went into deep mourning. One of them continued to look for her in all her favorite places for two years after she passed. I miss her still.
I still like the idea of adopting a shelter cat after our sons leave home. Assuming they do so before I die. I’d hope for an adult black cat, and would want to name it Snowball.
Twerpazoid is a splendid name, thebewilderness.
The beauty of a name like that is that you can call her Zoid or you can call her Twerp but you must never call her late for dinner.
ba dum bump.
I was thinking of getting a new cat in the new year (adult adoptee) but I might end up doing so sooner rather than later. Without a playmate to keep her company at night, my remaining cat meows piteously through most of the night. She’s not allowed in my bedroom; cat fur in the bed is just too much allergen for me.
I find it ironic that “AnotherApostle” uses Christian-sounding language, yet praises a comment by a man who openly admits to paying for hookers and watching porn.
Maybe these guys should just join the Werewolf Cathedral already. That seems like the perfect sort of religion for them, given that they’re wolves and all. http://www.salon.com/2011/07/26/werewolf_cathedral/