Today’s POST-VALENTINE’S DAY 50% OFF SALE ON BELATED VALENTINE’S DAY POSTS continues with a little peek into the Men Going Their Own Way subreddit, where the locals have declared war on flowers, men who give women flowers, and of course the women who have flowers given to them.
In the waning hours of Valentine’s Day, a MGTOW calling himself davisyoung posted a photo of a man buying flowers at a supermarket — traditionally the most romantic place to buy last-minute Valentine’s day flowers because you forgot it was Valentine’s day.
“Suckers!!!!!” davisyoung crowed. “And Happy Int’l MGTOW Day to everyone.”
International MGTOW Day is the alternate holiday that MGTOWs celebrate every Valentine’s day. Traditional International MGTOW Day activities include posting bitter misogynistic tirades on Reddit, posting bitter misogynistic tirades on places other than Reddit, and muttering bitter misogynistic tirades under one’s breath.
Naturally, the MGTOW subreddit regulars were happy to share their holiday spirit.
Someone called dot_dot_beep won dozens of upvotes for this lovely sentiment:
Women and consumerism are complementary parasites on the backs of the beasts of burden that are men. Look at those simps–psychologically broken there hoping some flowers will gain their master’s approval.
Andreas-mgtow agreed, declaring that these pathetic flower-buying men only “do it [so as] not to elicit the wrath of their live-in she monsters.”
Really? My live-in she-monsters prefer catnip, or even just a fresh can of cat food. (Note for extremely literal-minded readers: That’s because they are cats. That’s the joke. Not because I live with a group of women who demand I feed them Friskies.)
TheCommentMutilator offered a little field report:
This year was my first in 17 years of not going through these motions. Went to the grocery this evening to grab some things for dinner and it felt so good to not have to search for the obligatory Valentine’s Day gift.
No ring on my finger, no chocolates or flowers in the cart. Just me and my steaks and vegetables. The vacant, hollow eyes that gazed at my cart bolstered my pride in being a single man on this day.
The “vacant, hollow eyes that gazed at your cart?!” Where the hell are you shopping anyway?
I’ve never been a big fan of Valentine’s day myself, but jeez guys, get a fucking grip.
I’d really recommend The Disaster Artist. It’s by the guy who played the infamous Mark and it’s a memoir of the making of The Room. Shockingly, Wiseau totally creeped on the female cast members/actresses who auditioned.
@LindsayIrene
Oh, that scene. That scene.
For those who haven’t seen it, (and for the repeat enjoyment of those who have), I present to you the greatest scene in film history.
Perfect. Everything about it is perfect
@Sinkable John
Really? I mean, at least he didn’t do anything rude, per se. He wasn’t making a mess, and technically speaking he offered to share. Or is it just him existing?
Married for 17 years, apparently hated what he saw as an empty annual flower-buying ritual, but did not once think of talking to his wife and changing their tradition. Yeah, that figures.
We don’t tend to do much for Valentine’s. This year we’re going to go to a nice Thai place when I go home for the weekend, because we both enjoy going out and can no longer afford to do so more than a few special occasions a year. Last year we… made spaghetti together, I think? You can be partnered and have a low-key V-day, angry men of the internet. Believe.
Actual Valentine’s day sucked for kind of the same reason as it did for you, PI, although being 3 hours away and commuting home on weekends is obviously not the same as what you two have to deal with. But spending the day apart was emblematic of the fact that I have chosen to be here, away from my partner and my home, and I’m probably going to have to do goddamn summer school which means even more time, and we had Big Emotional Conversation Monday night so it was kind of a perfect storm of suck. Also, he’s probably going to keep holding onto that damn ring for yet another week because he won’t want to give it to me too close to Valentine’s, for fear of being cliché. I JUST WANT THE SPARKLY.
Hubby and I didn’t want to wade through the Valentine’s day crowds at a restaurant, so we decided to go out for a drink at a local hotel that plays music in its lobby and anyone can go in. There are couches in addition to the traditional bar stools, so we grabbed our drinks and cuddled in an unoccupied couch corner for about an hour or so. It was so nice and relaxing after both of us working all day.
Last night I got home and the stairs were vacuumed. The stairs and their vacuumed state are a constant source of angst for the entire household, as the carpet is shit and accumulates EVERYTHING but vacuuming stairs is hard for everyone because of everyone having back problems. Stairs being vacuumed is a big deal to us, so I provided heartfelt thanks, because, seriously. That was awesome!
Then I was given a rose, because he picked it up while running out to get something for dinner. I’d been unable to get my traditional present for him – a Mylar balloon. I used to pick the worst one I could find, but we’re a little broke. Not sure where the rose came from!
Small person wanted to be the one giving the rose, so we used her to pass the rose back and forth between us as a sort of multiple gift thing – “Now you give daddy HIS Valentine’s present, aww, a surprise rose! Now pass it to daddy to give back to you -”
And that was about it. Getting the rose was nice – I love cut flowers of all kinds – but I grow a lot myself, and we decided they would be nicer in the garden than indoors right now. But there was no exhausted trauma or slavery. No angst. The rose was a surprise, but a low key nice one. Why do these folks turn it into such drama? No one was harmed.
These guys want everything thing they do to somehow be a sign of how exceptional they are. When you need buying yourself dinner to demonstrate your superiority, you protest too much. When you need to make yourself out to be a martyr because you have occasionally purchased cheap grocery store flowers for someone on a holiday, you’re laying it on way too thick. Other than themselves, who exactly do they think they’re fooling?
In the defense of banana farmers, if you bit into a wild banana, you’d probably chip a tooth on the seeds.
I bought flowers for Ms. Pavlov’s House on Valentines Day but….are you sitting down for this?….sometimes I buy them for her on regular days too, like once in a while just for the hell of it. She’s neither live-in nor a she-monster but she’s a she. Sometimes she buys me things like a shirt she thinks will look good on me.
Am I manning wrong? Maybe I’m just a deluded mangina. I should read more MGTOW blogs. Aren’t they also experts on all manly things like military history?
No, wait, that’s Roosh….
@hippielady
What a lovely description of an evening with a significant other.
Wild Banana:
http://cairnarvon.rotahall.org/pics/wildbanana.jpg
In my defense, hers and my plan for meeting after the workday precluded me keeping flowers around for very long, and Ralphs was the only place in walking distance on my lunch break.
I feel quite ignorant now. I had absolutely no idea wild bananas were so different than commercially grown bananas. I assumed there were size, texture and color differences but was totally clueless about the seeds.
I always learn so much here.
Here’s a side by side comparison
Damn.
I spent Valentine’s Day playing RPG’s with my mates. My girlfriend spent it on the sofa enjoying TV shows that she knows I don’t like. All was well.
Carrots have been modified a lot too.
http://www.ijdvl.com/articles/2011/77/6/images/ijdvl_2011_77_6_731_86511_f2.jpg
Axecalibur:
Years ago I visited Portugal together with my fellow Finnish agriculture students. We’d practically never seen a sunflower field, and photos only ever show them in one development stage (blooming).
Now there were harvest ready sunflower fields, seeds were ripe and the plants were dead and dry, looking vaguely like human skeletons, colored dark grayish-brown. All the heads were drooping in the same direction, creating an impression of an army of very sad supernatural skeleton soldiers frozen on an endless march. We thought it was kinda impressive.
I was working the overnight at a grocery store the night before V-Day and SO many men were coming in telling me “my wife told me not to buy her flowers. They’re so expensive and they just wilt and die…” as they had me wrapping 80 dollar bouquets. (Kind of a fancy pants grocery store I guess??)
I told them all they should listen to their spouses but they insisted the whole thing was a trick and if they didn’t get the flowers they’d be in “trouble”. I wondered if they could spend 5 seconds thinking of a cheaper and more thoughtful gift that wouldn’t die but alas I am just running night operations at a grocery store so wtf do I know? Moral of my story is that I think most of the V-Day stress on hetero dudes is conjured by themselves and I suppose society. I’m thankful my partner listens to me and just got a cute card.
The mgtows are just as delusional as ever. Oooh this man is buying FOOD?! At a grocery store?? Stop the fucking presses we got a big lede here ya’ll.
Now that I think about it more I also had a ton of guys buying valentine’s doo-dads and candy for their daughters but can’t recall any mentioning buying them for their sons.
@Sinkable John
Somehow I missed you saying you were interested in me tearing the bigot apart yesterday. I’ll get it together, put some black boxes on the other participants and post it after work.
At some point I need to find someone willing to critisize my approach for effectiveness. I’m sure there are many places where I can be more effective.
My husband had a kidney stone attack last weekend, so I told him to forget about purchasing me anything at all. He didn’t. He’s still feeling soreness from the stones, but we’re hoping he’s passed them.
I got him a card.
We did go out to dinner the next day, for his birthday.
When you’ve been married for a quarter century, these things just don’t matter anymore, I think.
Hello.
> Scildfreja Unnýðnes
Well, venting sometimes to unstress a bit is not that bad. The problem is venting in a closed place. I mean, if we use a literral asshole example, if you fart in the open, it fades quickly in general. Now, if you do it in something like the toilets or the shower (+2 to the odor, thanks to the water), it lasts longer. In their case, not only it will hardly disappear, but as they repeat always the same things and always aknowledge and agree each other, it has the opposite effect, progressively increasing their anxiety level. Group effect at its worse.
Have a nice day.
Anyone hyped for the new Pokemon Go update? 🙂
Also, anyone playing the new Fire Emblem mobile game?
There’s a new Fire Emblem mobile game? Downloaded! Google play also found a Sword Art Online game which I may have also downloaded. Two mobile games in one day, and I never play mobile games. 🙂
I’m so excited they’re adding 2nd gen to Pokemon Go! It’s my favorite gen, I think. (The first game I ever played was Crystal, so…)
I need a cyndaquil <3