What do feminists want? One ludicrous misogynist has an explanation

Do they really think men and women have separate evolutionary paths? We’re the same species.

And they’re the ones telling us to take a biology class.

the incredible biological tole of bringing a child to bear

“Bringing X to bear” is generally a phrase that means a military vehicle is pointing its guns at you.

I’m not sure what directional offensive qualities a child might have, save projectile vomiting. They might be useful as sonic area denial weapons, but mom’d have to be wearing some quality earplugs because she’s holding the child.

Tits or get the fuck out. The quota on bloody cum rags is full, and we don’t give a shit about what you’re lying about now. When all you do is lie, we learn to stop taking you seriously. Go get dicked on tinder and pretend your life has meaning. No one gives a shit what a woman thinks. Women are inferior to men and you feminists proved that to everyone.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t this basically just a man (or 12-year-old boy, more likely) pointing to his crotch, grunting, and expecting women to drop whatever they’re doing to pay attention to his own inconsequential desires?

And doesn’t he sound bitter that no one is producing boobiepix for him to whack off to?

And where, pray tell, are the “critical thinking and abstraction” in all this man-barf?

@Authorial Alchemy

Do they really think men and women have separate evolutionary paths? We’re the same species.

It wouldn’t surprise me. I’ve seen creationists argue that in order to get a new species of some animal (they were using elephants) you’d have to evolve a male and a female in the same region, they’d both have to survive to maturity, and then they’d have to encounter each other and reproduce! The odds are astronomical!!

Women want to invade male spaces and have every conversation be about them and their vaginas,

says man posting on male space dedicated entirely to conversing about women and their vaginas.

Admittedly English isn’t my first language either, but ‘bring a child to bear’ means what, exactly? Does the bear judge the child and deem it worthy? *When* in a child’s life does it need to meet a bear? How involved is the bear in childrearing? I have questions..

No no, mammotheers, I know what he means, but I don’t care, and also I shall willfully disregard the proper definition of “bringing to bear” in favor of having this hypothetical child being brought forth before a literal bear stationed at a “tole” booth.

Bear, meet child.

Child, meet bear.

That’ll be one incredible biological tole, if you please. Mind we do not accept credibles here.

Here you go. Play nice. I must be off now. Tinder awaits.

@ComeOnIrene

Remember that time a MGTOW came barging into a WHTM thread on an article about menstruation, and threw a tantrum because we were talking about menstruation? But it’s feminists who make it all about them?

It’s because demonic crocodile shepherds like you can’t just keep it to yourselves, you have to hatch plots in snake dens like WHTM to take it to the streets so the rest of us have to hear you moan about your engorged jungle gutters. One moment, people like you are talking about the ‘liberatory’ power of uncontrolled vaginal bleeding, the next moment you’re demanding that we trash da Vinci and replace him with Rorschach blood splatters so frenetic and degenerate in design that even Pollock would look tasteful by comparison. Life doesn’t consist entirely of the depraved, monthly machinations of your flooded floozy tunnels and I find it almost risible that feminist-controlled academia and symbols of white-male fiefdom like Beyonce have convinced you otherwise. You have no right to clog the drains of public discourse with your incessant buzzing about crimson panties and Aunt Flo or whatever else you crapular nub biters have pounding at the front doors of your uneventful minds.

It’s amazing that so many of you seem to think that an otherwise airtight argument is somehow undermined by the simple fact that it contains a misspelled word, as though correct thinking proceeds from correct spelling. You go on now, prove everything he said in his post with your stupid mind games, your caterwauling nymph snark, your impudent desire to make every medium of communication resemble the ivory tower academies you and your kind coalesce around, with your “citations needed!!!” like this man is writing a term paper for you paper-shuffling theory-congested scribblers.

You’re always asking for things for yourselves, but trying to prevent men from having anything exclusive. You all but arm yourselves and take on the YMCA with battering-rams in order to gain entry into a male establishment, but you expect women-only scholarships, grants, and trophies in the form of affirmative action policies. Everything is about your pussies with you all, it’s as though the absence of anything there makes you want to fill up your innate sense of emptiness by claiming everything you come across as your own, even if you had nothing to do with its existence. You think nothing exists if you can’t see it, smell it, or experience it in some way; when you exit a room, the containments of that room may as well be nonexistent to you until you reenter it. You think everything is just an extension of your body or mind in some way, so naturally you think that the merely possessing vaginas suffices to get you everything you want in life, from food, to housing, to marriage and children, it all comes back fool-circle to your pussy-induced feelings of incompleteness.

@FreneticFerret

Euck. I cleared my internet history after click that shit.

(Not that it’s a bad link, it just reminds me why I never go on Reddit ever. The stuff on WHTM is enough.)

Damn it, I’ve been doing feminism wrong all these years.
One time after a swim, there I was not wearing my glasses. I’d been wearing swim goggles but got water in my eyes anyway and my vision was kind of blurry when I made my way to the locker room…
The wrong locker room.
As some fellow shouted out “lady, you’re in the men’s locker room,” I muttered “sorry,” partially covered my eyes, hurried out and hustled red-faced into the women’s locker room.
I am really ashamed to have let my sisters down by not having grunted and pointed at my vagina in response. I will try to do better in the future.

@Falconer:

I’m not sure what directional offensive qualities a child might have, save projectile vomiting.

I dunno, now that my lil’ guy is teething, he is producing truly mindboggling amounts of drool. Which one wouldn’t think of as very directional, except for two things:

(1) He thinks his hands are delicious, so they constantly end up utterly soaked and dripping in drool.

(2) His new favorite thing to do is enthusiastically clap his hands.

The net result is applause-propelled drool everywhere. If you’re anywhere within sprinkler range (can be impressively far), prepare to be splattered.