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.
@ skiriki – why would you ever wake up? Your dream land sounds delightful!
@grumpyoldnurse:
Well… there’s this risk of “looking for a toilet-dream” starting to happen, whether or not I want it. 😀
Bingo.
Plus, that kind of derailing is totally inane…what exactly are we supposed to do about “those poor oppressed women Over There”, anyway? What CAN we do, unless we drop everything we’re doing here and spend our life savings to go on a futile crusade in the Middle East, where they’d just look at us like we’d lost our marbles if we tried that? Nothing…and that’s exactly what these trolls are hoping we’ll do here, too. It’s supposed to neutralize us and stop us from fighting for our rights over here, where we CAN do that, and WIN.
But, since unlike those duders, we can walk and chew gum at the same time, we can not only support, say, Saudi and Egyptian women’s fight against street harassment, but also fight on the same front over here. And realize that those women face the same problems we do, and therefore the fight against those problems is global. Our problems are not “trivial compared to theirs”, they are practically identical to theirs. Women there get killed by sexist men? So do women here. The only difference is that men here wave bibles or the Second Amendment as justification, instead of a Qur’an. Wow! BIG DIFFERENCE!
And yet, MRAs are trying to stop us from fighting them, the Anglo-Amurrican-Australian-European Taliban, by saying “Look over there! Women have it worse! Shut up, bitches!” Irony is clearly lost on the ironic.
My impression is that lucid dreaming is less well known than it might be for two reasons – no cultural reinforcement and insufficient sleep. If you consciously attempt to remember your dreams, you are more likely to go lucid, and if you sleep more than seven hours, you are more likely to have dreams that you remember.
Most Western cultures that I’m aware of minimize the significance of dreams, and fewer people sleep a full night than perhaps they should. My husband jokes that lucid dreaming is a perfect hobby for me, because the two important elements are sleep and thinking.
Skiriki, that dream world sounds great! Do you mind if I try finding it myself some night?
Yup, that’s usually how mine work, too. Luckily, I’ve never wet or soiled the bed during such a dream…I always wake up in time to make it to the real bathroom. But I’m still paranoid that there’s always gonna be that one time I forget. Maybe that’s why those dream-bathrooms are all so disgusting and horrid and wrong…so I don’t end up “going” while I’m still asleep! Thanks, Weird Brain!
(PS: Go Mouse Farts! Knock ’em dead!)
I’ve never fancied trying lucid dreaming, but I would dearly love to be able to call up memories of crossing the veil at night (some would call it astral travel but that has all sorts of associations that just don’t fit). I just want fuller memories of the time I spend at Home with Louis and the critters. These days I’m not getting any.
Semi-related bit of good news: I’ve just had confirmation of my spot in a life-writing workshop that starts in a couple of weeks! Just a short course, a couple of hours a week, but it sounds fun, and unlike creative writing courses, relates to what I write.
@Robert:
Well go ahead, although I don’t think it goes beyond my brain, but no doubt there’s a variation of them inside everyone. So going to look for them is always worth some dreamtime.
Did I mention that the lake water is always just the right temperature? You don’t get too hot, or too cold. I was sort of relieved to see that it had golden/orange koi couple of dreams ago, instead of pikes. Pikes are meanies; in real world, every summer one or two goes nomnomnom on swimmers’ little piggies. While the damage is at most punctures to toes, it is still something one doesn’t want to think of while going skinny-dipping, for example…
Yay! That sounds fantastic. Can’t wait to hear more!
I shall report in, Bina! 😀
Kirbywarp, I think those peeps are cosplaying cumuli.
Re: Babe:
The sequel (very underrated, IMO) is even darker; some of it’s almost Burton-esque. I think the fact that it’s so dark is why most people haven’t even heard of it, actually, but it’s definitely worth a watch if you can track it down.
… Also, just to be pedantic over a 20-year-old kid’s movie, Rosanna was a duck, not a goose. ^^;
*Kids’ movie. More than one kid.
I think the photo that fruitloopsie posted is from Wellington, because that looks like Te Papa in the background, and given there is a person dressed as a Fred Dagg type farmer behind them, I think they’re in costume for the Wellington Sevens.
It’s an annual sporting event where many in the crowd dress up: http://www.stuff.co.nz/dominion-post/culture/6716763/Wellington-hunting-for-another-major-event
Picture of Te Papa from the harbour: http://www.newswire.co.nz/2012/03/entry-fee-unlikely-to-deter-overseas-visitors/
Te Papa looks amazing. I’d love to visit it if I ever get the chance to visit NZ at all.
I’ll even take you myself. The museum is free to get in, although it has some visiting exhibits that have an entry fee.
I hope I’m in a position to do trips again eventually! I’d love to visit NZ and see you!
Aw, I missed all the lambasting. I’ll put one shot in anyhow.
Yeah! And if someone who wasn’t a “licensed surgeon” cut you open and took out your appendix, most people would call that bodily mutilation and attempted murder! It’s almost as if society has some kind of bizarre double standard where medical professionals are trusted to undertake actions that we would never want someone else to do.
I was not impressed by the sequel. Parts of it were bizarrely dark, but other parts were manic and silly; it didn’t seem to know either what age category or what tone it was going for. Plus the plot didn’t really make sense.
kirby:
And during surgery they (“surgeons”) even make new orifices to stick things in, sometimes entire hands and foreign objects. Sick, sick “people”.
Yep! Every orifice imaginable!
My favorite thing to insert are nasopharyngeal airway adjuncts. Those things are fun. They slide so prettily right up the nose! Well, as long as you don’t forget lube. Really, don’t forget lube. Not fun.
(Note: not a surgeon. I’m only allowed to play with some of the orifices, not all of them. But we hear about all the other orifices… ER docs are scary. Good people, but scary.)
sunnysombrera:
Don’t get me started on him, he’s as much an extremist as any of the preachers he rails against.
lith, my feelings exactly!
All those “hundreds of thousands” in “tuition” for “medical school”, and years of additional “clinical training”…just an elaborate cover so pervs can hang out a shingle and lure unsuspecting women into their office for “pap smears”.
He has the same attitude about dentists. He boasts that he hasn’t seen one in decades and his teeth are in perfect condition thanks to a special secret toothbrushing technique he discovered that he gets really offended when no one asks him about it. One lady diplomatically said he was “lucky” and he went off on her in his blog, calling her a sheeple and people who see dentists lazy and irresponsible because they’re relying on someone else to fix their messes for them. (The notion of preventive care isn’t on his radar, apparently.)
I don’t know how he can know his teeth are in perfect health. Gum disease and decay under the gumline aren’t necessarily visible to the untrained eye, and they start to accelerate with age. Even if you floss religiously, tartar still builds up over time. That stuff can only be removed by a trained professional with the right tools.
kirby:
This describes my eldest so accurately – we’re trying to teach him out of it and I think he’s improved slightly, but the arrogance is still hanging around. He treats his guesses as facts, even in the face of “Actually I know for sure that you’re wrong”, and even in the face of evidence tries to find some way in which he was still right. Don’t be that guy!