Pity the poor pickup artists, who have suffered so much at the hands of modern women.
Just consider the many cruelties that these malicious females have inflicted on these long-suffering men: Women insult and horrify men by getting tattoos, developing self-esteem, and being fat. They have the temerity to sleep with men that aren’t pickup artists. They force would-be Casanovas to take showers and even wipe their own asses in order to appeal to their fickle female tastes. Sometimes they even say “no” to sex.
And then there is the hair thing: believe it or not, some women actually cut their hair short in an obvious attempt to destroy the boners of modern man.
But it turns out women don’t have to get pixie cuts to oppress men with their hair. They can also put their long hair … in a bun.
Our old friend Heartiste is on the case:
This trend of women putting their hair up in buns has got to be a sign of Peak Manjawed Lawyercunt. http://t.co/gQqhZYNQII
— heartiste (@heartiste) January 7, 2015
Here, by the way, is the example he give of one of these manjawed, bun-headed you-know-whats:
One of Heartiste’s fans suggests that the real problem isn’t the bun but her excessively Jewish glasses:
@heartiste ballerina buns are hot on pretty women; it's the black horned rim Jew "intellectual" glasses that are ugly. @feministlies
— Truth Warrior (@NaturalLawTruth) January 7, 2015
Just a reminder: the dudes having this, er, conversation seriously think of themselves as the Great White Hope for western civilization.
YES.
QF effin’ T.
I thought I would age out too, but I still catch them eyeballing me, and then they see my face and how old I am and are embarrassed. So I am misandering fairly well in that regard. I am 68.
I’m 41 and haven’t even aged out of occasional teenagers eyeballing me yet, never mind men my own age.
If you’re even a day over 40, you’re over 40, and that’s good enough. Werk it!
Buttercup Q. Skullpants
I agree with you there. The frozen chocolate chips aren’t good in the ice cream, but perfectly melty (or at least softened) in the cookie.
Now I really want some Ben and Jerry’s, damnit.
I get eyeballed on occasion, but it seems more wary than anything else when it’s coming from dudes.
Maybe Mr K’s giving them the Laser Eyes of Death. I’d like to think so. 😉
I want to be hot and intimidating at the same time. Like a female preying mantis.
But I also want to be Morticia Addams with a touch of Hello Kitty.
My life is hard.
@ skiriki – I always thought it was one minute past the 40th anniversary of your birth. I’m only talking about PUA’s here, though, folks. Regular men still give me second glances, on occasion. I think that there is a very big difference between a normal person finding another human attractive and maybe letting their eyes wander a bit, and someone acting like an entitled douche bag, though. I don’t mind the former so much, it’s when it passes into creepy that I tend to stand up to my full height and loom a bit while scowling. It’s the best thing about being tall!
Another initiation complete – GrumpyOldMan has been et by the blockquote mammoth!
GrumpyOldMan got the joke! ::grumposphere high five::
Unfortunately it’s not my first run-in with the BQM.
I have a problem here — like ol’ nurse I have found it convenient and even satisfying to loom on occasion, but Kitteh has stated (on more than one occasion I believe) that she dislikes being loomed, so if we wanted to have a looming convention we couldn’t invite Kitteh.
I’m not sure that people who’re 5ft2 are capable of looming, so I’m out too.
Looming is a dangerous gift, and should never, ever be misused. With great height comes great back ache! (OK, not *that* great – I’m 6′)
I can’t loom, either. Alas, for I am vertically challenged in that department.
I can give the “smile that signals the happy contemplation of imminent demise” though!
Apparently it’s a quite frightening look. Can I bring that to the looming convention?
Note: I’ve never actually seriously contemplated anyone’s demise.
I’m not a perfect person, though: In fairness, I have happily and seriously considered how absolutely delightful it would be if the police had caught the guy who had been sneaking in and abusing horses at a fair with a lovely, giant, dark bruise in the shape of a 00 horse-shoe…
… sadly, that didn’t happen. Fair security did get much tighter, though.
*also, there was a “your” in that first one. The one about smiling scarily instead of looming. It was supposed to be:
“smile that signals the happy contemplation of your imminent demise”
I cannot type, obviously.
🙁
Looming, dangerous smiling, bitch face, it’s all good!
I have been able to avoid fisticuffs a couple of times through the use of ominous looming. However I would prefer not to loom anyone who does not need to be loomed — unfortunately at 6-2/260 it is easier to loom than not-loom.
The great thing about having bad posture is that nobody expects me to be able to loom at 6’1 until it’s too late.
I guess if someone wants to bring their toddlers I could loom over them? Otherwise I’m out of luck, unless there are teacup dogs or something.
I cannot loom, as I am an even five foot nothing. I am also apparently to “sweet looking” to be intimidating, despite the fact I have resting bitch face, apparently.
But, the shorter your legs, the closer to Satan~!
Low center of gravity = harder to knock over. We’re like cute little bowling pins.
I would trade “looms” for “hard to knock over” in an instant — getting used to keeping your balance is hard when you have no toes and your former size 13 feet are now about size 8.
Easy, us non-loomers can sit on top of good stepladders. I’ve done that at work when looming was required.
No toes? That’s nasty. How did that happen, if you don’t mind sharing?