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.
Most people don’t realize that the manic side isn’t always the happy/energetic symptoms as portrayed. For me it is mostly increased irritability, racing thoughts, and sleep issues. Luckily, it doesn’t manifest with me calling friends because I have decided to take an impromptu trip somewhere and have no money to get home. I actually am prone to mixed state conditions.
PoM, I was thinking more that other people can get out of there if they need to, you’re stuck inside your skin! 😛
My life would have been so different if I hadn’t been accurately diagnosed in my 40’s or even with a diagnosis of depression before my early 30’s. But I have to acknowledge that the ramifications of my diagnosis at an earlier age back in the day may also have been far different. So you deal
@kitteh
Yeah, but at least it makes sense to me, the way I behave. I am reacting to something that I can feel and is real to me. Other people just see me flying off the handle because someone said a totally ordinary thing to me, so there’s no logic to it from the outside.
I still think it’s easier on me than on the people around me.
On medication, the high becomes more typical for bipolar.
Because, my usual state was on the low end, the high is more what non-polar people experience. Taking things in stride, not overacting either way (rage or sobbing fits) to normal crap that happens but just dealing. I do still have anger issues but is mostly directed at the bigger picture stuff – I really want to kick that anti-gay pastor who stated that AIDS could be cured by killing all the “homos” so hard that his gonads replace his eyeballs and don’t get me started on MRAs.
Depression. This item at The Atlantic is interesting, though not much help for anyone who’s already an adult. http://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2015/01/childhood-guilt-adult-depression/384176/
Adult depression is linked, in some people, to “excessive” guilt feelings as a child which seem to be linked to an important bit of the brain being smaller than average. It’s a bit of a chicken and egg problem. Does a child suffer excessive guilt because of a structural problem within the brain or does the brain change (plasticity again) in response to a child being shamed and guilted so much that they internalise and reinforce it and thereby affect the structure?
@acrannymint
I think that’s how it’s supposed to be. But LOL you just made me remember that my emotions apparently don’t work properly, because I never used to cry at sad movies or anything that was supposed to be sad. I just didn’t get sad about those kinds of things (maybe because my depressive state kind of outstripped any sad movie ever made? Not sure).
Then, for unrelated reasons, I went up in dosage on Lamictal, and two things happened: my bedroom became haunted, and I started to get teary-eyed at sad movies or when reading sad books. It was so frustrating! I was so annoyed by this! But when I mentioned it to my doctor as an unwanted side-effect, he looked bemused and said that was actually normal.
LOL
I guess her original video about leaving gamergate isn’t up anymore, but it seemed a little more complicated than that. There was definitely some transphobia in Gamergate that she noted, but she also talked about how she felt like she spent this period being a “bad person” because she felt aimlessly angry, and she felt like she previously didn’t really “get” where other women were coming from when they felt excluded from gaming. It was a really honest video I thought, and it was a lot more than “well gamergaters are against trans people now so screw you guys”.
Also, I think it’s pretty typical for people to start on the path of empathy by hoping for empathy for themselves, and I don’t have the heart to criticize a person for this — unless empathy for themselves is where they stop.
As a person who cries ridiculously easily… IT IS SO FRUSTRATING AND ANNOYING OMG 🙁
I DON’T KNOW HOW ANYONE DEALS WITH IT OR WHY THIS IS CONSIDERED NORMAL!
LOL I just saw the first episode of Sherlock the other night and I am just about hearing this conversation in Benedict Cumberbatch’s voice.
I could never get upset at what I disdainfully thought of as “soppy” stories. One night, I must have been about 17, I was watching tele and my sister came into the room and saw me with tears rolling down my cheeks and gleefully announced to the world that I was just like her, thinking that it was something “soppy”. Then she had to quiet down when she walked in far enough to see what was on the screen. It was that famous rail station film of all those poor WW1 buggers lined up with their hand on the shoulder of the soldier in front of them because the whole lot of them had been blinded by gas.
Move on almost 20 years later and I was pregnant. Completely reset my “provokes tears” setting. I’d cry at anything. Once the childbearing was over I was different. Not as bad as being pregnant, but way more sensitive to personal (rather than social) distress than I started out.
I cry at really inappropriate times, like when I’m asking for a raise or a spider drowned in the bathtub, which is awful. I get mad at myself for doing it, but I just can’t help it. Is there a medical treatment for this?
Also, adding some hugs to the barrel for you, PoM and acrannymint.
Thanks, kittehserf! (Different B-nym, but we’re all the same ferret… :D)
In my experience, it’s less Lamictal.
… I guess that’s not helpful.
Whoops, I stuffed that up, Buttercup! Sorry!
… I wonder if the ferrets’n’cats choose different Mammotheer costumes to wear each day? Do they have an alphabetical file? Do they draw straws?
At least I’m forewarned, if I’m ever prescribed Lamictal. Watching “Up” would probably kill me.
If only I were a man, at least my tears could be harvested and put to good use supporting needy feminists. We ought to start up a fund!
There are a lot of reasons to avoid Lamictal if your life does not depend on it. The deadly rash, for instance, or the haunting.
Don’t underestimate the haunting. This was not a “oh, my grandmother is watching over me” kind of haunting. This was “something otherworldly is coming to kill me.”
So, yeah, if it’s not a life-or-death matter, maybe steer clear of it.
Yikes, PoM, that sounds absolutely horrid. Did your doctor also dismiss that as something “normal”?
@kittehserf – no worries!
Knowing how cats are, it’s probably first come, first serve on the costumes.
I didn’t tell my doctor. That kind of thing is classified as “nightmares” in the side-effects box. Doctors, even good ones, don’t usually take nightmares seriously as a problem that needs to be addressed.
That sort of haunting sounds terrifying. Even if you know it’s the drug doing it, and not an actual entity (assuming one believes in them), bloody hell.
Buttercup, can’t you just imagine the flurry of kitties fighting over the costumes?
No wonder Mammotheers sometimes feel a bit tattered and torn.
It got better when we got the cat. I not only had this rock-solid certainty that there was something malevolent in the room with me, but I could sometimes hear it moving across the floor (always toward me, of course) and could occasionally feel it sit down on the bed or touch me.
Note that I wasn’t actually asleep, just in bed with the lights out trying to get to sleep. I had a lot of screaming episodes.
But the cat sleeps with me every night. Not only has she never noticed this demon in my bedroom, but also my mind is fooled with her around, so that the weight I can feel settling onto the bed becomes “oh, the cat has arrived.” It’s not terrifying if there’s a simple explanation (even if the explanation is actually wrong).
I think this was some kind of combination of night terrors and that situation some people have sometimes, where they’re actually partially conscious but the part of the brain that shuts down bodily movement for sleep has already engaged so they are paralyzed. I still get it sometimes, but not nearly as bad as it used to be, and “oh, it’s the cat that I hear/feel” is a good explanation 100% of the time.
I dunno about yours, kittehserf, but my costume keeps coming back with mysterious rips and smelling of absinthe.
I’d definitely consider nightmares a problem, if they were interfering with my sleep and well-being. I guess you never can tell how a particular drug is going to affect you, and whether you’re one of the lucky ones who gets the serious side effects.
OT, I’m still mulling over Vox Day’s notion that feminism is a weak, stunted, delusional ideology. And yet somehow it is implacably taking over the universe. And the recommended response is to shun it.
Huh.
Mine usually comes back just weirdly stretched out of shape. I’ve yet to be able to figure out just what that smell is.
The weight on the bed is a well documented part of night terrors or nightmares, isn’t it? Even Fuseli’s painting The Nightmare refers to it. It is partly that paralysis kicking in, I think, and it’s the root of a lot of stories of hauntings, iirc.
I’m glad your cat’s presence helps, even if she’s not actually doing anything (perfect arrangement for kitties, isn’t it: do nothing, get credit).
Buttercup – and the plutonium cooties! Don’t forget those! It’s evil and Satanic and radioactive!
I can only say Mr K must have angelic superpowers or something, he doesn’t look like he’s about to fall over or anything.
That sounds like sleep paralysis, which is different from night terrors.
http://sleepdisorders.about.com/od/commonsleepdisorders/a/Sleep_Paralysis.htm