By David Futrelle
If you regularly partake in the Twitter, you may have seen this lovely tweet making the rounds in recent days:
https://twitter.com/renoomokri/status/963280461647659008
More than a few people have pointed out to Mr. Omokri that vaginas are not in fact slabs of dead fish and that vagina-havers can push entire human babies through them without permanently stretched them out. “Vaginas are muscular structures, not gaping holes,” writer Leah McElrath noted in a tweet. “They are potential spaces whose size changes to accommodate what goes in or comes out (i.e. babies).”
It turns out that Omokri — a conservative Christian author — has a lot of other thoughts about women, and vaginas, and food.
In this tweet, he tries out a citrus-fruit-based metaphor that I’m still struggling to make sense of,
Dear singles
People tend to throw away an orange after they have enjoyed the juice. That is why a wise orange does not allow itself to be enjoyed until the other party has committed themselves by doing the needful. A parable on keeping your virginity until marriage #RenosNuggets
— Reno Omokri (@renoomokri) February 11, 2018
So ladies, don’t be slutty oranges that men will toss out after fucking once. Be monogamous oranges that men will want to keep around to … fuck again and again, I guess.
Omokri is trying to sell his readers on marriage, but he’s doing a terrible job of it. This tweet is probably the bleakest metaphor for marriage I’ve ever run across.
I just hope he doesn’t think men should be peeling the skin off their wives before enjoying their juice, as it were.
But he’s not done with the food metaphors. Hell, he’s not even done with the fruit metaphors. Here he is comparing men to fruit trees.
Dear men,
Learn from nature, instead of wasting time chasing women. A tree doesn't chase birds. It simply produces fruit and birds become attracted to it. Likewise, if you as a man will just produce the fruit of success, birds will be attracted to you #RenosNuggets
— Reno Omokri (@renoomokri) February 8, 2018
He makes the same point again in this tweet, in which he compares women to stinging insects.
Dear men,
Don't dissipate your energy chasing women. Conserve your energy and focus it on generating money. Money is like nectar and women are like bees. As long as a flower has nectar, bees will be attracted to it #RenosNuggets
— Reno Omokri (@renoomokri) February 11, 2018
In yet another tweet he compares women to soup because why not?
Dear ladies,
A woman who sleeps with many men reduces her chances of being married by any man. Too many cooks spoil the broth and too many men spoil a woman. If sex could give you a husband, all prostitutes would have been married #RenosNuggets
— Reno Omokri (@renoomokri) February 11, 2018
While the food metaphor is once again nonsensical and misogynistic,it’s too dumb to get outraged over. To me, the most offensive thing about this tweet is that Omokri missed the opportunity to make an obvious pun. Shouldn’t it be “too many cocks spoil the broth?” Do I have to do all the work here?
But Omokri doesn’t only compare women to bugs and foodstuff. Here he offers an even darker metaphor.
Some men think they have married wives, but what they have married are living coffins inside whom so many aborted children have been murdered. This is why it is so important to abstain from sec until marriage. So that you remain a human being. Not a coffin #RenosNuggets
— Reno Omokri (@renoomokri) February 12, 2018
While Omokri thinks the vaginas of promiscuous women are like overfucked tuna or wrung-out oranges, he has a rather more sympathetic view of the vaginas of virtuous virgins.
Dear women,
The only legal entrance from the spiritual to the physical is a woman's private part. A spirit being from God passes through your womb and then your private part to become a human baby. So don't trivialize your private part by using it for promiscuity #RenosNuggets
— Reno Omokri (@renoomokri) February 12, 2018
So, cis ladies, are you whores or virgins? Your choice, at least in Omokri’s exceedingly strange mind, will determine whether your vaginas are unappetizing foodstuffs or portals to the divine.
PS: If all the talk of sex and fruit has you turned on, you might want to check out the new sex technique that’s (allegedly) sweeping the nation. It’s called Grapefuiting. This somewhat NSFW video explains it far better than I could, though there’s a slight chance it might put you off grapefruits forever.
There’s a dessert in Nanny Ogg’s Cookbook called strawberry wobblers. Sort of a blamangey thing that you make in champagne flutes and then turn out, and serve with two blobs of whipped cream.
Of course you could also make coffee or chocolate ones.
You saw it here first. The zombie apocalypse will be started by unmarried members of the Securites and Exchange Comission.
I had no idea the Securities and Exchange Commission were such incubi. Or zombies, for that matter! (thank you for making me laugh, Subtract Hominem :-))
My but Omokri is all kinds of fucked-up on so many levels …
Grapefruiting featured prominently in Girl’s Trip.
I’m rather enamored of his use of ‘spirit being’ and feel it could improve many sentences:
‘The voyeur ran off, but police obtained a positive DNA match from spirit beings he left on a discarded tissue.’
‘I’m nearly there, darling. Can I shoot my spirit beings on your gorgeous breasts?’
‘Your spirit beings tasted different tonight, babe, have you been eating pineapple?’
‘I think I might have ruined my favourite suede jacket, I got spirit beings on it last night during a booty call and the stain won’t come out.’
I’m never going to look at Descartes’ animal spirits theory the same again.
Oral guy without the redeeming features of orality.
Gee, it must suck to be him. (Pun intended.)
You bang them on the coffee table and enjoy yourself, then you just get another one and do it all over again. ;D
I was going to correct you and say “toppings”, but stuffed pizza is good too.
Also, is it weird that I’m neutral on pineapple on pizza? Like, I’ll eat it if it’s there (and it’s fresh), but if not, no biggie?
Goddamn it, I was joking fellow white people!
Also 50 Shades is as vanilla as you can fucking get. *grumble grumble*Dear women,
please buy into our view of relationships where women are disposable commodities and nothing but a liability as soon as they’ve been used. We promise that if you believe this, and follow the rules we set so you can try to please us better, we won’t treat you as the disposable undesirable thing that you will be as soon as you’ve given us what we want. Promise! If you’re smart, you will believe us! This is definitely the best deal you’re ever going to get, because we speak for all men. There are no men who think you’re people, or who are capable of loving you. If you heard otherwise, it was all lies, or they were not real men.
Sincerely,
men obsessed with virginity
When I was younger and having all teh secks, marriage was the last thing on my mind, so chew on that, Mr. Silly Food Analogies! Really, the only reason I officialized my relationship with Husbeast was to get him on my VA loan for the house.
Mish – An ice cream/smoothie shop just opened near my house and they have a drink called a Chamango. It’s fresh mango smoothie with chili swirled throughout and garnished with a tamarind-covered straw. Heaven in a cup! Also, I really want to make a pork marinade with mango, but Husbeast hates mango. 🙁
Paradoxical Intention:
Missed that, I was too occupied thinking of a Finnish “kink pizza” pun (ham pizza = kinkkupizza -> “kinkypizza”)
It’s within my limits, if a dom told me to eat it…
Years ago, probably before Mish came around, we had a regular commenter named Pecunium, who sparked up playful disagreement by strongly opposing mangoes.
My favorite reply to the fingered tuna was just a picture of 4 chickenwings proving that the same doesn’t apply to men. Not because it was right, serious, or even very clever, but because I really want some hot wings.
Funny — I always thought those Goldman Sachs types would end up turning out to be vampires, not zombies. Huh.
Artic Ape,
Oh, I remember Pecunium very well. He irritated the hell out of the resident trolls.
well here is something to agree or disagree – I think mangoes taste like tomato soup or tomato juice. especially when they are dry.
That jerk needs to stop valuing women based on their sexual history. Does he do the same to men? Somehow I doubt it. A man and a woman can engage in the same act, a one night stand, the woman will be called a, “whore,” but the man will get a pass. Same act, different standard based solely on gender. When will this ridiculous double standard go away?
Apropos Dear Reno’s use of fish (tuna or whatever) in slut-shaming, this is weirdly appropriate…
http://cdn.smosh.com/sites/default/files/2017/08/tuna-shamed-fb.jpg
Yeah, Reno…why WOULD you shame somebody with tuna? Or any other kind of fish? Especially when anyone who’s ever eaten salmon steaks could see that those are just slices from different parts of the same damn fish, anyway?
Oh Reno. You freaky, freaky dude.
I haven’t had fresh mango in ages, but I do quite like mango-flavored things: gummies, sorbet, candy, gummies…
Hey, RubyHypatia. I remember you, too.
Bina, his Twitter feed is *hilarious*.
Supposesly, he has children…if so, *facepalm*.
Mangoes taste nothing like tomato to me.
@PeeVee:
Those poor things, if that’s true. They’re going to grow up SO miseducated.
Dr. Nerdlove is getting in on the fun, too. https://twitter.com/DrNerdLove/status/965327576188248064
So having multiple sex partners “stretches out” a vagina…obviously, multiple sex partners wears down a penis. Like sharpening a pencil. Except it probably gets thinner as well.
So, a big penis means that person’s a virgin, and a small penis means they’re a slut. Got it.
(PS Welcome back David! I hope this means your health issues have resolved).
Tosca, that made me laugh; thank you.