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 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.
Does it make me a bad person that I laughed? I think it was your use of italics – just the right touch of impact.
A++, would snort whiskey up my nose again
Just saw “The Worst Toilet in Scotland”. And yup, that’s pretty much the substance of my nightmares, minus the flushing-self-down-to-retrieve-Bog-only-knows-what.
I guess now’s as good a time as any to mention that I have Irritable Bowel Syndrome, which just gives all these toilet nightmares that certain…extra…dimension, somehow.
I’m thinking the IBS and the toilet dreams may not be unrelated. Only time I’ve ever had bathroom related dreams is when I’ve woken up desperately needing to pee, and in my dream was running around trying to find a bathroom.
I’ve had the waist-high toilet stall dream too! Only once afaik, and I only remembered it reading Bina’s description. No harems or football teams involved, mercifully.
As for the filth and no door locks and you name it … never use the loos in the Catani Gardens in St Kilda, that’s all I can say.
Trainspotting was the first thing that came to mind when Evil Loo Dreams got into the convo. Haven’t seen the film but I have watched that scene!
I’ve got IBS too. It’s such fun combined with acid reflux.
It’s very cliche, but I dream about being back in school A LOT! Often as an adult. I’m never clear as to why I’m in high school while in my 30s, but I’m there… I’ll remember having gone to class religiously, but then I’ll realize I kept forgetting to go to one particular class. And realizing that class is doomed, I’ll lose interest in going to any of the others.
Sam-I-Was:
I’ve tried, but when I do remember, the dream starts degrading and I soon wake up. Other times I’ll realize I’m dreaming and without thinking, immediately wake myself up. Then I get pissed at myself.
I kind of think I might have IBS. I can’t afford a doctor right now to have it looked at, but it’d make sense if the toilet dreams were related.
Once I was having a super intricate, involved dream with some plot I can’t remember, and I was on an elevator with the other characters in the dream – and I suddenly desperately needed to pee. The whole dream came to a screeching halt as I said to the other people “hold on a second, I’ll finish this conversation after I pee” and nonchalantly sat down on the suddenly-conveniently-placed toilet. In an elevator.
I woke myself up by wetting the bed. Methinks my body eventually got exasperated with my continued refusal to wake up and pee, and just interrupted the dream to be all “oh hey, you can just go here, it’s cool, seriously, a toilet and everything!”
All the same, it was super embarrassing as a teenager to have abruptly wet the bed. 🙁 Funny, but embarrassing.
I did not watch the Trainspotting scene, because Cassie told me NOT to, and I am a GOOD GIRL.
*pointed looks at everybody*
She gave you ONE THING not to do, people.
::assumes innocent expression::
But I’d already looked at it before we were told not to!
But you REMEMBERED it! You watched it in your BRAIN!!
…I gotta go to bed, the whiskey is making me silly. Good night, lovely peoples~
Isn’t it? You get it coming AND going, that way. Oy.
On the bright side, though, it also provides me with good solid reasons for not eating too much cabbage, or too many beans. Or in my case — explosive, mostly liquid reasons (ewwwwwwwww).
hehehehheh
Niters, Mouse Farts! 🙂
Bina – what really irks me is being told that you can’t take anti-poo and anti-fart medications when you’re on Nexium! Bah, humbug!
Okay, I saw the teal dear post, and I was going to pick it apart for the fun of it out of boredom, but Holy Manifesto Batman.
It’s full of fucking racism and bullshit pulled from the deepest of cesspools.
Everything from “Feminists just want to play victim!” and “Go help out women in the middle east instead of terrorizing us, monsters!”
Sheesh. I got about halfway through and realized how long my rebuttal was going to be and just kinda “nope’d”.
I had one of those wet the bed dreams when I was 14. I was swimming, had to pee, decided to go in the pool and woke up actually going. So embarrassing.
David – #itaintrape is trending on twitter. It’s about what you’d expect. Thought you might be interested.
How does feminism touch anything literally?
I’m coming late to this thread, but I just want to say that recently I woke my husband up by screaming in my sleep, “I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING CHEESE!”
I care about cheese deeply.
I love cheese so much.
Have you folks seen http://sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com/ ? I only visit it suuuuuper infrequently when I think of it, so I can’t necessarily vouch for all of the language on it, but it’s a woman who records (with permission) her husband’s sleep-talking, and transcribes it to her blog. It is fascinating and frequently incredibly funny.
The best thing about the gish-galloping teal deer post is that it’s now buried several pages back, and will never be seen by casual WHTM visitors.
I confess I actually went to the previous comment pages to find the teal deer and instead I found a very interesting conversation about dreams and nightmares.
…then I forgot why I went back and suddenly was all “WOHA, teal deer!!”
“Didn’t learn anything for this course I finished years ago”? Yep. “Falling asleep and woken by collision or loud noise that evidently didn’t happen.” Yep. But on the good times, the falling turns into this:
http://xkcd.com/1376/
The frustration/anxiety dreams are the ones that stick with me, because of the recursive failure at everyday tasks: I want to take the delivery but I have to sign for it, but I can’t get the lid off the pen because my fingers are wet, and now I can’t reach for a towel because my feet don’t move, so I’m hauling myself along with my hands but there’s a chair in the way, and pushing it aside makes me go the other way… Imagination, why do you only come out at night?
The thing about my nightmares is, they’re horribly mundane. During my college years, I had constant nightmares about having late assignments and flunking tests, which got pretty annoying after a while.
The most terrifying, hair-raising nightmare I ever had was the most realistic of all. In it, I was getting up from the same bed I went to sleep on, in the exact same room, and went to my computer just as it was in reality. I opened my e-mail and saw that one of my friends, who had emotional problems and already tried to kill himself twice, had sent me a suicide note.
I woke up crying.
@Matthew,
Really? You really wrote that? You really sat and typed those words and pressed “Post Comment”, thinking that that was a good idea and that anyone else who read it would go “damn, that’s true” rather than “Shit, @Matthew hates men almost as much as zie hates women”?
As if raping women is the default status for a man and making the choice not to rape a woman is something to be remarked upon. As if the default attitude towards any woman a man encounters is “I will/won’t rape her”. As if women are nothing more than recepticles for peni, to be raped or not as the mood takes any penis-owning man,
Holy crap, @Matthew, not only are you
, you fail at being a remotely decent human being.
Oh gosh, vaiyt, that sounds horrifying. Almost all of my nightmares have been of the bizarre, surreal, this-is-literally-impossible-in-real-life type—I can’t imagine waking up from one that hits so close to home.
All of the internet hugs, if you want them.
Considering that Matthew thinks that not raping women makes someone a feminist, and he’s not a feminist, we’re treading on ground that got some comments deleted/edited in another thread.