Of all the ridiculous bits of red pill jargon that litter the conversations wherever red pillers gather to talk, probably the most ridiculous is the term “plate” — used to mean a woman you’re regularly fucking in some sort of Friends With Benefits kind of way.
The idea, as Red Pillers see things, is to always maintain your own personal harem of sorts — to keep “spinning” multiple ” plates” at the same time — to give yourself more options than if you were “spinning” just one.
But the term is so ridiculous and dehumanizing it’s difficult for me to read it without thinking of literal plates — the crockery we eat off of. It’s especially hard not to do this when the Red Pillers are earnestly talking about “breaking” or “smashing” their plates.
I’ve collected together an assortment of headlines to illustrate just how hard it is not to think of real plates whenever the Red Pillers start talking about the metaphoric ones.
Well sure, if you’re hungry.
I dunno. You could maybe arrange your food into the shape of a smiley face?
Maybe pick one that already has a little crack in it?
Dude, the bed is probably the absolute worst place to store your plates. You’ll probably just roll over and break them. Put them in a kitchen cabinet or something.
Nah, dude. If you’re great at sex you’re probably more likely to break plates and crockery of all types. Yet another reason to keep them stored in the kitchen instead of the bed.
WTF? What’s up with this creepy Island of Dr. Moreau shit?
Dude, if you need a hot plate, you can just order one from Target.
I do not know whether I am a man dreaming I am a plate, or whether I am a plate, dreaming I am a man.
Practice more, dude. Like juggling or hula-hooping, plate spinning is a skill you can only learn by doing it.
If you’re careful not to drop it, probably a lifetime.
Sounds like you need to take a trip over to Wayfair, where you’ll find an assortment of dinnerware sets on sale.
For more plate-related hilarity, check this out. (Yes, I basically wrote this one twice without realizing it until after I was done.)
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I’m also a bit worried about antisemitic hate crimes, given that earlier today Rudy Giuliani shared a conspiracy theory about George Soros and implicated Jews more broadly.
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I guess I got a bad harvest then :/
I wonder if these people ever get so engrossed in this lingo that they are confused by regular conversations about tableware.
On a related note, I broke a plate this morning and now I’m wondering how this whole plate jargon handles a situation where plates have been in use for decades before they’re handed on to me. Are they my plates or am I their plate if they’re just piggybacking to get to their next owner?
I did New Years once at a Greek place and they did all the plate smashing. I thought it was a bit of a waste. But the bloke showed me the boxes of special plates they use just for that. They’re designed to break but not leave razor sharp shards everywhere.
As to the origin, one suggestion is that it’s a display of conspicuous wealth. Like how rich folks in medieval times would just throw used plates into the fire.
The more commonly accepted explanation is that it originated with the funery practice of breaking urns; and that somehow got transferred to weddings and other celebrations. The idea being that evil spirits will not realise it’s a happy occasion and thus not try to spoil it.