It’s quittin’ time here at We Hunted the Mammoth. So let’s start off the weekend with a Roosh-Free open thread. Feel free to talk about anything and everything that is not Roosh. Like, for example, that weird old ad above. No trolls, no MRAs allowed.
Hang on! You can catch men with donuts now? Amazing!
I can be caught with raspberry cheesecake if anybody’s taking notes.
@ tovius
Traditionally, women can propose marriage in leap years (is it only on 29 Feb though?)
Imaginary Petal- I can be caught with chocolate mud cake! *drools*
PS
I love the name change. Imaginary Petal is awesome!
@MissEB47
Thanks! It’s my Minecraft name. 🙂
EDIT: FFS. I forgot to change my name on my laptop. :p
OK, fixed it.
Anyone else excited that it’s paczki season?
Nequam: I’m sorry your father is so ill, and I hope he is in remission soon.
Now I want doughnuts. But since I have Celiac disease it’s either crappy frozen doughnuts or I make good ones myself and have a ton of leftovers, and I still have a ton of cinnamon rolls in the freezer from when I went to the mall and walked past the Cinnabon.
Oh well. At least I have wine to soothe me after an awful week at work. I don’t want to go into why my week sucked, but it was bad enough that I’m starting to look around at job postings. I’m curious about a position working on defibrillators, but at the same time am not sure I could handle it if I wrote a bug that caused someone to die, so we’ll see. I’m giving my employer a couple of months to fix things, so I’m sure I’ll find other interesting postings during that time.
@Nequam
I’m sorry. I hope the doctors take good care of your dad.
Oh the fucking irony – both my grandmothers – young women in the time of that advert both married verbally abusive men, both were wonderful cooks, completely loyal wives, but treated like shit until they were much older. The ball and chain was definitely wielded by my grandfathers – they had the money, the power in society and in the home, over their children blah blah blah. One of my grandmothers tried to leave in the 50s, but had no resources to make it on her own with 4 children.
Years ago I was in new Zealand and found a book called How To Catch Your Man. I sent it to a hetero friend of mine in Italy, who was absolutely delighted and said she now knew where she had been going wrong – she didn’t have a hostess trolley.
Within a year she was married!
Presumably, when it comes to catching men, Canadian Mammotheers take their advice from the RCMP.
A hostess trolley? Is the idea to run around chasing them with it until they get tired and give up? I don’t get it. Why not a nice tiered tray?
Jarnsaxa – I think the idea was that women are so weak that we would be unable to carry in a tray with suitably feminine grace.
But… but waitresses. Women are the boss at tray-carrying!
@Paradoxical
That’s awesome – your job, not the sore throat. I think you’d make an amazing voice actor!
@Nequam
I’m sorry to hear that you and your family are going through hardship. I wish your father a rapid recovery.
@Jarnsaxa
I think the point is to have an assortment of beer, beef jerky, and other manly food on the trolly which you then use to lure in men. You know what they say: the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Har har har…
@nequam
Hi I’m new here but I thought I’d say my thoughts are with you and your dad and your family. My best friend is currently undergoing chemotherapy for a brain tumour. Cancer is a terrible disease but there is always hope. I hope you can keep your strength and positivity going for him and help him through this.
Thanks, Alan! I knew there was some context I was missing.
Now that I think about it, wasn’t there a movie with that as a premise not too long ago?
I tried that but the man just took my cakes 🙁
@Tovius and Alan: Ah yes, I remember that movie now. She had to like travel to Ireland and some shit and be there on the 29th to propose to her boyfriend, since he so rudely wouldn’t do it himself, and she couldn’t talk about their clearly different desires for their relationship because Talking About Feelings Isn’t Romantic. Every time I saw the ads I yelled at the screen “just propose to him at home! GOD.” I haven’t seen it but I’m guessing she ends up hooking up with some Irish guy instead.
In Finland we celebrate the birthday of the finnish poet Johan Ludvig Runeberg on February 5th. He has a special pastry named after him that you can only get around this time of the year. And… I think I caught a man with it. No, seriously.
My friend was visiting me for the first time IRL (we’ve known eachother online for many years) from his home country and he asked what special food we had that is only Finnish. I took him to buy Runeberg’s pastries and on this same visit we soon realised we were more than just a little bit attracted to eachother. He went back to his own country but we’re messaging and planning our next meeting.
My head’s in a spin, it has been the strangest week of my life.
Here, girls, this is the pastry you want:
http://i11.aijaa.com/b/00301/14093243.jpg
Although really, the women-can-propose thing still doesn’t make it all that much clearer why you should feed dudes doughnuts in this particular year, since, in theory, the men should still be able to refuse to marry you. It would make much more sense if there was some sort of Our Mrs Reynolds situation where the consuming of doughnuts in a leap year is secretly part of a marriage ceremony. So I’m just going to go ahead and assume that’s the case.
Edit: Aww Leda that is so great! Good luck with your new caught man, ensnared in your web of pastry.
I made mini donuts this morning, brought them to the office, and caught a *lot* of men. And women. Then I chained them to my desk until they coughed up a bunch of paperwork that was technically due at the end of last year. This tactic works, and not in the “It Works!” saran wrap Ponzi scheme sense.
Mostly delurking to say this blog is a public service–thank you. I discovered it on Monday and have been catching up all week. (Wonder if the guy who hogged the plate of maple-glazed went home to blog, a la pancake guy, about how my nefarious feminine wiles destroyed his fitness plan.)
Leda, that’s a great story. I hope you guys have many more pastries in your future.
Random thing I’ve been feeling like posting somewhere recently, and this is a good site as any:
Over the years I’ve seen a lot of people who hardly ever get anything their way. They’re generally unhappy and believe that the world is conspiring against them. And the sad thing is, they’re probably sort of right. Just not for the reasons they’d expect.
Most of them are “nice people”. Some are that in the genuinely kindly and generous sense, others are so in the passive-agressive and manipulative sense. Either way, this has nothing to do with the reasons why society blocks them at every turn. It’s because if they always got their way, they’d leave behind a trail of ruined lives, destroyed property, and the occasional corpse or three. It would always be “someone else’s fault” because there’s “no way” that anything they did could possibly have caused that. And even then, they’d still be mostly unhappy, because getting their way would usually not accomplish whatever they were really trying to do.
What I’ve noticed that these people all have in common: They don’t understand how much of anything works. Some of them refuse to believe anyone who tries to explain how something works. It’s like everything they know is a guess based on a poorly-understood observation, and once they “know” something they strongly resist any idea which doesn’t conform to it. Others take the attitude of “I don’t need to know how it works, I only need it to work how I want it to.” It’s like they’ve always got more “important” things to be concerned with than to figure out how to make things happen the way they want/need/have to, even when it’s literally their job to do so. Both are forms of “magical thinking” combined with intellectual laziness.
Also, their inability to understand things makes them unable to understand that their problem with everything is their inability to understand things. It’s Dunning-Kruger on steroids. So they blame all their problems on something superficially related to their biggest gripes, or just society in general. Sometimes (not always) they become rabid bigots and/or conspiracy theorists.
I mention this because quite a lot of manospherians seem to be the kind of people who are stuck in this mental cage. Their biggest gripes are things along the lines of not having enough sex, or being unable to take on a traditionally masculine role (a concept which they probably don’t entirely understand anyway), or the breakdown of black-and-white social categories, or wanting to control others when they can barely control themselves. So their choice of blame is women, for being desirable but seemingly unobtainable. Or what they see as “feminism”, which is a concept they definitely don’t understand. Or occasionally Jews, because argleblargle.