Oh dear. Fantasy author and garbage person Vox Day is having one of those (vox) days, and has decided to take it out on, you guessed it, feminism, pounding out an overwrought little rant on his Alpha Game blog.
Never give feminists an inch. Don’t agree with them, don’t tolerate them, show them no mercy whatsoever. Feminism is a Satanic, anti-Christian, anti-reason, anti-science ideology that destroys literally everything it touches and everyone who embraces it.
Wow. He’s so mad he’s practically plagiarizing Pat Robertson’s famous quote about feminism being “a socialist, anti-family political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians.” I’m not sure how Vox managed to forget the lesbian witchcraft angle.
Reject it and its adherents the way you would reject someone offering you plutonium on their bare hands; to accept it is to begin to die a slow and painful death.
Might I offer you some notes, Vox? This bit seems a little understated. I mean, the plutonium thing is pretty good, but a person handing you plutonium isn’t anywhere near as scary as having, say, a bear do it. Or a shark. Or a bear-shark. Or a bear-sharknado.
The problem isn’t merely that feminists are ugly and hateful, or that their ideology is incoherent and deluded, but that by mere toleration of them, through mere intellectual contact with it, you are permitting your life to be infected and degraded.
Clearly Vox, a dude who clings to memories of his D-list celebrity as a former member of an angsty dance band two decades ago, and who devotes much of his life to pounding out hateful and unintentionally self-parodic rants on the internet, offers us the very model of a healthy and happy life well-lived.
Reject all of it. Reject their appeals to equality. Reject their pretense to intellectual standing. And most of all, personally reject all of those who subscribe to it in any way, shape, or form. Any man who calls himself a feminist is ideologically transgender and mentally unstable.
Ideologically transgender? Wow. He’s come up with an even more obnoxious way to call someone a “mangina.”
Vox, you’re so cute when you’re angry!
And by cute I mean a you’re a pathetic, hateful, disgusting excuse for a human being.
I’ve had a feeling of something rushing towards my face, leading me to wake up screaming!
I often dream of finding my keys/wallet/lost item of the week. Or dream of putting down the thing somewhere special.
I always wake up right afterwards, and check dream-spot, even though the dream spot has never, ever been correct.
I also wake up feeling like I’m falling back onto the bed, or like I’ve been floating and am crashing back to reality. I think it has to do with muscle tension/relaxation, and I’m not really falling to wake myself up, but it still feels like falling, darn it!
The weirdest dream related thing I ever heard about was my friends parents. His mum got up, went to the bathroom and apparently downstairs, and came back to bed, at which point her husband tried to have a conversation with her (thinking she was awake) and she said “my, the cat’s French has really improved!”.
They never did figure out what that was about, since she’d forgotten the dream by the time she woke up properly.
Am I wrong, or do the words people say when they sleep-talk not usually match up with the content of the dream they were having at the time? For some reason I’ve gotten that feeling, and I can’t tell if it’s because of comedies or real life…
Re: dreams, nightmares and the whole dang shebang:
I sleepwalked maybe once, around age 10. My mom says I made it all the way downstairs, fetched her from the living room (she and my dad were still up watching TV) and got her to come to the bathroom with me, then sat down on the toilet and said “Mami, I’m sick”. And then promptly woke up with no idea what I’d just done. I attribute the whole thing to either puberty or the flu (because I was actually sick as a dog not long thereafter).
I often get the hypnagogic weirdness going on, too, where I’m just dropping off to sleep, mind lightly wandering to odd places here and there, when suddenly I snag my foot on something and fall, and land with a thud that wakes me right up. Myoclonic jerk, oh what a fucking jerk you are.
And sleep paralysis? Check, happens to me all the time. My mind is awake, my eyes are open…and those are the only parts of me I can move. Everything else is still stuck in la-la-land. Luckily it’s NOT accompanied by oppressive weights or other nightmarish/night-terrorish manifestations, just annoyance and frustration and “oh shit, it’s happening again”. Usually briefly dropping back off again and waking up for real a few minutes later fixes that.
My last major bout with depression was 20 years ago, and while a lot of the dreams I had then were much more vivid and memorable than the ones I get now, they’re also much more AWFUL. In one of them I actually got my head cut off with a sword and briefly “survived” that before waking up, feeling all over my neck for the slash that wasn’t there. It was easily the most hideous thing I’d ever dreamt, and metaphorically speaking, also the truest; at the time, I was quite off my head. The dream literalized the metaphor.
A few years after that, right before my next bout with the depression mammoth was due (I seemed to have a 6- or 7-year period of reasonably good mental health between episodes), I learned that some forms of depression could be staved off with better brain nutrition, and that the Pill makes a lot of women need to take more Vitamin B complex. I put two and two together, went on the Bs, and averted the mammoth. I’ve been well ever since. Coming off the Pill and getting my tubes tied also seems to have helped. I’m just thankful for the absence of beheading dreams alone.
I still get recurrent nightmares every September, though, about being back on my first day of high school and not being able to find my class schedule, locker, or anything else for that matter. That one’s a bear. So’s the one about the guy I had the forever-unresolved crush on, where he hangs around wherever I am, but doesn’t look at me or talk. I got so annoyed with that one that I resolved to confront him about it the next time he shows up in my brain at night, and demand that he either say something or take a hike, because I no longer have any interest in him, and unless he can do something to justify his taking up space in my head at odd times, I don’t want him there. So far, it seems to have worked; I had just one more dream about him, and in it he actually walked beside me and talked to me, although I still wasn’t interested. I told him I had another crush now, a guy with dark hair (my old crush was blond). I don’t know if he’ll show up again, but the resolution still stands.
Lamictal has really helped me, it was such a relief to find something that worked. Other than that – sleep paralysis – check (happily infrequently – usually involves an intruder in the house), something sitting on the bed – check, sleeping walking – once when I was a kid. I woke up in the hall wearing different jammies than I had gone to bed in.
I never used to cry at sad books or movies (alas that is not true now). I remember seeing ET and all the kids in the audience are crying when ET appears to be dead. I look over at the friend I went to the movie with and she had tears on her cheeks. I actually laughed.
When I cry at work, it is usually because someone has really gotten me very angry and it is cry or punch them out.
thebewilderness:
Sweet summary. I hate the whole, “feminists don’t really want equality, because they want something-misogynists-do-only-with-men-as-the-victim”.
a) no-one claimed to want these things, you’re making shit up and reading a lot into the things that were actually said.
b) if it’s so terrible and unfair why’s it okay for you to do it then?
Wait, I know the answer to b, it’s because evolution made them superior in every way. No, wait, it’s because they’re spoiled brats with a sense of entitlement and a massive inferiority complex. I keep getting those two confused (and so do they).
I used to sleepwalk as a kid, though I don’t remember much of it. My mum once followed me out of the house and into the yard when I was doing it, aged about 7 or 8, and found me lifting the lid of the trash can and situating my little butt, apparently about to pee in it. Why this seemed like a good idea to sleeping me I’m not sure.
My grandmother used to sleep talk. One time I was sleeping over and heard her say “Santa! No!” I don’t even want to know.
My cat sleep-talks. The pitch of his sleep-meows matches the pitch of his hunting-bugs-meows, so I assume he dreams about hunting bugs a lot.
… I do as well, but I’ve never said anything particularly weird as far as I’m aware. According to my various exes, I usually just spout video game references. =P
Has anyone tried Lucid dreaming? I used to have the worst night terrors & my therapist suggested it. It was very hard to learn how to do it but I still remember the first time I realized that I was in a dream & flew. And the first time I turned around and kicked every single one of the mob that was chasing me down 🙂
And when my dog is especially tired she meows like a cat. What can I say, we’re a strange bunch in the Was? household!
Speaking of women ROONING things, my partner wrote this for XOJane. It name-checks GamerGate, but they’re only part of the problem; online games shirk their moderation responsibilities by dumping them on us, the users.
http://www.xojane.com/issues/reporting-abuse-in-online-games-is-a-losing-battle
Reminds me. I don’t have much to contribute on dreams because I don’t remember mine … at all. Only when I have nightmares, usually when I’m feverish.
However, there is one form of nightmare which is quite common. Falling. If you have any of those with the whole stomach lurching terrified out of your wits feeling, get some lecithin supplements. I read it, didn’t really believe it, but tried it anyway and it worked. Nowadays I even start on them again when I have trouble watching films/tv with can’t-look-down elements — one reason why I didn’t enjoy Luther as much as other people. That whole standing on the edge of a roof of a tall building shit made me sick as a dog.
Supposedly I talk in my sleep, but most of the time it’s incoherent mumbling.
Mr. Farts claims that once, early in our relationship, I woke him up in the middle of the night in a panic, urging him to “get out of bed, GET OUT OF BED!!” He was confused but, thinking something terrible had happened, hustled out of bed, then turned to me. “What’s wrong?” he asked. I looked at him blankly, laid down, and started snoring.
That’s what he says, anyway. I remember none of it, and thus suspect he is making it up, because I am very elegant and refined and would never, ever do anything like that.
(…says the person named ‘Mouse Farts’)
There was also the time when I was dreaming about being in open water surrounded by sharks and my boyfriend woke me up by trying to get up to go pee, and I started clinging to him going “noooo, you can’!” and babbling about the sharks and how they were going to get him if he stepped out of the bed (boat?). Woke up properly to him looking at me all “sharks? in your flat?”
“Sharks? In your flat?” _forced_ me to google this:
https://sp.yimg.com/ib/th?id=HN.608030403022163640&pid=15.1&P=0
Gah. It’s a picture of a ray.
That’s like what I dream, but it’s not recurring in the sense of the same thing happening, nor at a particular time of year. I’ll dream of being back in my high school building, or an exaggerated version of it, stuck with going to a class or trying to find lockers in an endless corridoor or stairs that are usable. Whenever I have dreams involving any aspect of school, they’re unpleasant. I’ve no idea whether that’s due to stress now, but high school was the worst time of my life, so it’s no wonder that rotten place creeps in now and then. Gratifying that the rotten place was demolished decades ago.
I used to have vivid dreams and remember them clearly when I was young, but I seldom recall any now. I don’t think I’ve ever sleep-walked, though I have sleep-talked – usually a perfectly lucid response to Mum when she sticks her head in to ask something. She has since learned not to do this since I’m not actually awake!
I’ve never tried lucid dreaming, though I think I’ve had some that fit the description of being aware I’m dreaming. I don’t think I’ve had sleep paralysis, or rather, I don’t recall it. I’ve had the nearly asleep and feeling like I’ve just fallen into the bed thing happen many times.
It’s got spots, though. It’s quite fancy.
My old high school is being closed this year, due to falling enrollment; all the students will soon be going to the other high school in town, which is being renovated to accommodate them. So, there goes one part of the source of my old “first day of Grade 9” nightmare, anyway. No word on what’s happening to the building, whether it’ll be historic enough to preserve and renovate for other use, or what.
Meanwhile, your nightmare sounds a lot like my awful bathroom dreams — invariably, when I look for a bathroom in my dreams, there will be something about it that makes it impossible to use: no doors, no locks on the doors, toilets too dirty or broken, or no toilet stalls at all, just a long row of outhouse seats completely exposed, and people everywhere looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. Of course, I always get that one right before I wake up needing a bathroom for real…
You should never, ever watch Trainspotting.
@Bina
The bathroom dreams! I always wander into what seems like a harem – women everywhere, and all the stalls have weirdly low walls (like waist high) and some of them have bathtubs and others have bidets but it’s all random, and there are people in scarves lounging around eating grapes and shit. And inevitably, the only free toilet I can find is literally on a pedestal in the middle of the (labyrinthine) room, and the wall doesn’t even reach up to the platform the toilet is on, and then when I sit down the football team comes in…I can be dreaming of safaris or being on a ship or ANYTHING, and I will suddenly need to pee and be in the Harem Bathroom.
@cassandrakitty
I will never, ever watch Trainspotting.
Aaaaaand now I am going to YouTube to seek out “Trainspotting”. Why? Because I’m a kook, that’s why.
I used to have this fever dream as a kid where there were these tiny people just out of my line of sight, and they wanted to force me to eat this huge… thing, that was also just out of sight. I recall that it was round and sweet like a giant piece of candy but also somehow fibrous and sticky and I did not want to eat it and it and the tiny people were just out of sight, perhaps right next to my bed, and any minute now they were going to make me eat it and it was going to be terrible.
Nowadays when I am sleeping poorly, I have the impression that I must complete a task, such as lie down in a particular manner, or I will be unable to sleep. And this will happen over and over again. I’ll doze off, then wake up (sorta) and have this dream-impression that I must lie in a particular manner, feel stressed about doing it wrong, then doze off again. Sometimes it has a game element to it, inexplicably. For instance, this morning, I was having some sort of real-life meets dungeons & dragons type of dream, but there was some strange rule I was misunderstanding, so every time I did “it” wrong, whatever it was, I woke up. I feel like I was getting the hang of it — whatever it was — this morning by the time my alarm went off.
The worst bathroom in Scotland!