If a recent conversation on the Men Going Their Own Way subreddit is any indication, MGTOWs remain baffled by and terrified of the human vagina.
In the midst of one of that subreddit’s typically dreadful discussions, the subject of women in the military comes up. One Reddit MGTOW lets it be known that he “f**king hope[s] women get drafted some day.”
One of his comrades steps in to MGTOWsplain just why he thinks that would be a bad, bad thing:
So … how would that work, exactly?
Either Some_one498 thinks that
- Our enemies have secret squads of vagina-sniffing dogs that can detect the scent of menstrual blood from miles away, or
- Women are so incapacitated by the monthly visit from Aunt Flo that they’ll just lie there and let enemy soldiers capture them
I made Some_one498’s quote into a meme using a still from the Goldie Hawn comedy Private Benjamin, but somehow I don’t think it’s going to catch on.
tl;dr: Vaginas are scary!
There was a report about a teenage girl who fell from her horse during some sort of equestrian display (presumably without Rainbow Dash, I AM NOT A HORSE PERSON) and broke her hip. It took them weeks to get her to a doctor because the pain was so much easier than cramp pain for her that she didn’t realise she’d shattered her pelvis. I fractured my pelvis once – just a hairline fracture, not a bad break – and can contend it hurt less than cramps do for me.
Buuuut people are different. That’s the thing. And almost all dudes have delicate external genitalia which is easily damaged, and that does seem to be a weakness in physical combat.
….You mean we’re not supposed to eat the box *and* the ice cream? (shoves cardboard pieces with bite marks behind her)
Now where am I going to get my daily recommended fiber?! 😉
It’s so commonplace round here for women to be chased by bears that we don’t even bother to report on it anymore. *Nods convincingly*
To be clear, though, I was actually making an Anchorman reference with the whole bears thing. I have no idea if it’s actually true or not XD.
As to “could never carry a dying [comrade],” I recall when I used to work in a pet store and transferred branches. At my last place, we’d done all the stocking ourselves and tended to try to out-macho each other, so yes, I had darn near killed myself (and what’s worse, wrinkled the bags) trying to look nonchalant carrying four eighty-pound bags of dog food at once. At the new place, they had a kid who did all the stocking. I offered to help him, and he demurred, saying he wouldn’t feel right about “letting” a woman help.
I grabbed him by the calves and put him and the dog food he was carrying on the top shelf. I can still pass the “100 perfect-form push-ups” test, even after twenty years and a very long and energy-draining illness. I kind of want to get back into weight lifting, just to tell the 1980’s edition of the A D & D Player’s Handbook, which states that it’s physically impossible for a female human to overhead-press more than 190 lbs. (I used to room with a little old lady minister who was batshit crazy and had all sorts of health problems but had once pressed 175 pounds, which I swear was twice her weight, in competition), to go fuck itself.
But sure, cramps can be a problem. Anything can be a problem, if you let it.
@Ms. Exception to the Rule
Ice cream is the dessert course, box is the savouries course. You may want to brush up on your Judith Martin, dear.
And Axecalibur Danger McGraciouspants, I don’t think it’s “what about the menz” if someone actually invites you to compare. I have actually gotten whacked in the ovary with an errant ultrasound probe once. I hear the eye-crossing pain/nausea is probably comparable to getting kicking in the testes, and frankly, I think cismen are very, very brave indeed to ever venture a single inch without a cup.
Oh for fuck’s sake, do you people have no dignity whatsoever? Where do you get off talking about something as odious and distasteful as your periods? Does it ever occur to you that the reason that nobody wants to hear about your fucking periods is not because they hate you and want to oppress you, but because your periods, however “natural” they may be, are nauseating? What is it with feminists thinking that people asking women to exhibit basic decency is some kind of systemic oppression? I have Crohn’s disease, and you don’t hear me walking around blathering about all that I go through. Do you know why? Because it’s fucking disgusting to most people, and as a person whose parents have succeeded in instilling basic modesty into them, I know better than to walk around and air my grievances in detail. I don’t care if you think you have the right to discuss your magical tomato soup disasters, what you don’t have a right to is an audience that doesn’t find you repellant and unprincipled for talking about something so personal in public. Quit acting like you’re oppressed because people expect basic decency from you, you ketchup-spewing heathens.
@Aunt Podger
*eyes cross in horror* Holy shit, my knees and spine just committed suicide when I read that. I’m lucky if I can do forty pounds for any length. I mean, I’m a fatass with bad knees, but still. holy shiiiiit. *boggle*
There are bears and then there are “bears”. I very much doubt that women have need to be concerned about being chased by “bears”. (wink) They’ve always been rather friendly and fun when I’ve encountered them, usually they gather in large groups, wear leathers, many ride motorcycles….:P
Bears, on the other hand…I’ve only had near-encounters with those…once was in my teens on a family vacation at Twin Lakes, California when some guy staying at a nearby cabin had gone to sleep on the deck/porch in a sleeping bag with a cooler full of food and another one with beer and whatever so when a hungry bear woke him up we got to see naked drunk man running by our cabins. The other time was when I was just a kid we were camping in less comfortable surroundings than a cabin (my mom decided we should set up the sleeping bags in the van) and our food was left outside in coolers….bear comes and eats it all so our trip was cut very short. My mom insisted on a proper cabin-type shelter if my dad wanted us all to go camping again after that trip. I may have been on my period for the naked-dude-runs-from-bear vacation, I think I was just glad it wouldn’t be around to ruin the week of summer camp without my family that I had to be on a bus for with everyone else less than 24 hours after getting back from the family trip – my mom was nice enough to do the marathon laundry session so I had stuff to pack and a chance to sleep.
From the research and anecdotal bits, bears are definitely always hungry and will chase people (not sure if they’re more about chasing the naked ones or if it’s just people in general, will have to investigate further.) to do….something with them if they catch a human?
@Aunt Podger
I eat dessert first because I’m a heathen who doesn’t want to bother with a bowl. 😉
I was trying to impress my crush, and yes, had that cart been .75 meters farther away, that would have been more literal than anyone intended. “Here lies Aunt Podger, d. age 25 of ironic pun, surprising no-one who knew her.”
Nothing wrong with cuddly clunes, Ms. Dakry, nor with knowing the limits of your body.
@Ms. EttR, the savouries course comes directly after the dessert course. As a heathen, you are obviously by instinct more “civilized” than most Christians.
@Auntie
Please don’t. We’re all cool, but it’s against the rules 🙂
*shy smile*
Suppose not. Still wouldn’t know how to, so it’s pretty moot anyway. I mean, I don’t bleed from my junk a few days a month for 40 odd years, and I’ll never expell a 9lb hunk of flesh and bone. If I had to compare, my intuition points me in that direction
Never been kicked in the nuts. Punched, but never kicked. Personally, getting punched in the tummy is worse. ‘Can’t breathe, gonna die’ is far less fun than ‘my groin is gonna hurt for a bit’. Used to have a thing where dull pain would course thru my danglebag whenever I moved too suddenly. Would suddenly flare up every now and again, then magically go away. It cleared up, but that was worse than any single shot
Oh! Yes, that is a good rule. Some people do tend to say it like it’s a bad thing. I apologize. Can my comment be deleted?
@Viscaria Didn’t you know? Bears are afraid of Canadian women. 😉
And in ‘Fishy is occasionally contrary’ news, my favourite euphemism for my heaviest flow day is ‘Bleed like a Stuck Pig Day’. :3
See, I like this one. Stop making it so hard for me to quit with the euphemisms! ?
@Auntie
If you email David, he might. Honestly tho, it’s fine. Worse has been said. You apologized, and we move on
Can’t prove this or anything, but I’d hazard a guess that having problematic posts, their rebuttals, and the subsequent apologies (not all of em get to that stage unfortunately) around probably sends a better message than a completely sanitized comment section. All my fuck ups are public record. Live and learn, ya know? 🙂
ETA: better message to the lurkers, I should say. It did for me
@Axe
Oh, so you aren’t Vincent Adultman? Good to know! 😀
@Anyone who’s up for it: I looked up a MGTOW troll’s assertion that Nikola Tesla hated fat people…big (no pun intended, right hand to Katie) mistake! I need brain bleach!
I’m not fat myself (not exactly *skinny* either, but I digress) but the horrible things people said about their fellow human beings whose only “crime” is being larger than normal? It depresses me.
Not that you asked, but I privately call mine “Stare at the ceiling and curse things day.” Really. It only actually hurts me about five hours a month, but it somehow makes me feel like I have taken a terrible wrong turn somewhere in my life and cramps would somehow not affect me if I’d gotten my PhD.
For those who haven’t seen, Judgy Bitch now deny White Genocide is a thing… claiming the *real* problem is White *Suicide* – brought on by uppity women having rights ( and by men being dumb enough to let them have rights).
One step forward. Two steps back… sigh. Guess she thinks there’s too much hating on Jews (which, to be fair, there IS) – and not enough hating on women…
(TW; misogyny and general awfulness)
http://judgybitch.com/2016/09/20/whitegenocide-is-not-a-thing/
Credit where credit is due, tho. At least JB is capable of reflection and revising her opinions. Even if it is from one bad to another – its shows more mental maturity than what is usual in the misogynist-sphere.
@Aunt Podger
Oh yes, the things we do when we’re younger that ten years later you look back and go “What the FUCK was twentysomething me thinking?!” I’m pretty sure that your twenties are not complete unless you do at least one risky, downright stupid thing during them.
Regarding my weight, at least it er, seems to be distributed attractively, at least according to my husband. He may of course be biased. I’m fighting a bad case of genetics with weight. I hope some my weight’s muscle at least, because I used to stand for eight hours on my damn feet on concrete at my job. I had to cut that down due to being attacked by shitty knee and ankle genetics when my meniscus tore and my cartilage turned out to be shit from all the standing. And this, kids, is why I try not to overdo it on heavy loads. My knee blowing out was an uh, remarkable enough experience I really don’t want to do it again.
@Nikki
Please, Vince is obviously 3 toddlers in a trench coat. Entirely different than a couple of 12 year olds. Which I’m totally not!
Anyway, Bojack’s not my show, but I have seen some of Vince. Priceless ?
@jorge on page 2
MOD NOTE: I just let through a comment from “These Jinkies are Zoinked.” It’s just Miggy under a new name, so Jinkies is also banned. But there were some lovely turns of phrase in that comment that I thought you all might enjoy. “Ketchup-spewing heathens” is especially nice.
Oh, the trolls are out in force
Hiya, I’m Axe! We’ve met, I’m sure
Cause for sympathy? Yes. Nauseating? Not really…
Unless you get nauseous on your period, then love and/or hugs
Oh, I’m so sorry. Legit. I hear it’s super rough. If you can manage not to be a complete ass about it, I don’t think any of us would be opposed to you doing a touch of complaining about your illness. We’ve talked about some gnarly stuff before. Of course, that’s assuming you can, in fact, not be a complete ass about it. You’ll forgive me if I doubt that
Hiya, I’m Axe! We’ve met, I’m sure
It’s soup now? Sounds delectable! ?
As of this writing, 120 posts from a few dozen unique commenters (not counting trolls). Seems like an audience to me
Who’s adding that to their nym?
ETA: it was Migs the whole time!? I guess he woulda gotten away with it too. If only it weren’t for that darn David
Dave: Ruh roh, eheeheeheehee!
You know, for someone who finds all the talk about menstruation going on here repugnant, WHY IS THIS PERSON HERE THEN!??!?!
They totally have the right to GO THE F^*% ELSEWHERE. Nobody is forcing them to read.
Yes, I know they’ve been banned because they’ve been around these here parts before and acted a fool. But really, if the subject material is offensive, why insist on coming back to read it and attempt to insert oneself into the discussion being had!?
ETA: No soup for the Miggy!
David Futrelle is not a human; he is in fact a human suit worn over a reptilian suit that is itself worn over a dog-house which houses a dalmatian suit that is presently being worn by a gerbil with a perennially undigested peanut in its stomach.
@Migtoesock:
We do…we just don’t carry your brand. Sorrynotsorry!
Pffft…modesty is so overrated! If ya got it, flaunt it! Plus, we’re doing it because we know it bothers you and will scare you off!
@Banananana dakry: Oh I have no doubt at least some of your weight is muscle! Standing around is actually harder than constantly moving in a way. Plus muscle weighs more than fat for the amount of space it takes up (about 2.5 times more).
@Everyone: Regarding the Mammotheers against the Manosphere game, I’m stealing “Ketchup-spewing heathens” and “Magical tomato soup disasters
Regarding the troll: Oh wow! Isn’t it ironic when a *troll* turns out to be the brain-bleach I needed? Katie works in mysterious ways!
ETA: @missexceptiontotherule: I see what you did there (at the end)