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it's all about fucking
Nov. 7th, 2013 01:54 pmNo, don't be put off by my subject line. It's not random cursing; I chose those words for a reason.
Perusing a friend's LJ, I saw a link to some misogynistic little chest-beating tweet, but it was nothing like the woman-hating garbage in a link someone else replied to it with, located over here. Basically it's about how women's self-esteem in our society is artificially created and inflated to make us fillies feel good about getting up in the morning - and that we shouldn't feel that good because it makes us more difficult prey for asschaps like the essayist.
Let me tell you what, if my ability to think and articulate confidently is the thing keeping this guy and those like him from trying to fuck me, that's not a mark against those traits.
And that's what this essay, and others like it that I've read, essentially boil down to: You being an equal human being makes it difficult for me to get hard to fuck you. And I shouldn't have to do the evolving to get over my massive insecurities. I don't spend my days sitting around reading only this trash, but I've read a LOT of these so-called "men's rights" yahoos who try to set themselves up as free-thinking, society-saving pundits, when they're really just a bunch of mama-hating emotional self-immolators trying to pretend we should give two shits about what falls out of what passes for their runny brains. AND THEIR BRAINS ARE ALWAYS LOCATED IN THEIR PENISES.
This is what drives these very particular kinds of men: Fucking. Screwing. Probably raping, when they can get away with it. Women and girls exist as God-given vessels for their sperm, and the only possible reason we were given limbs is so we can keep their castles clean and their stomachs crammed with food. (Oh, and keep their spawn away from them when they don't want to play Proud Daddy for a public audience.) Our brains are superfluous; our desires laughable; our accomplishments nonexistent.
But this is only because they know they're the ones without any esteem, from themselves or from anyone else worth knowing (read the comments to that entry if you don't believe me), and this is one way they feel better about that. They pretend at pseudointellectualism to make themselves feel good; they prattle about male superiority and female inferiority because that is literally the only way they can get out of bed in the morning. Their own accomplishments are laughable in the wider scheme of things; and they know it, deep down, even if it's just unconsciously. They know there is no possible way they can look important or vital or necessary unless they try to clear those of us out who are doing the actual work of the world - and that includes their fellow men who don't agree with them, who they are usually quick to ridicule and label pussies.
It's the same lesson learned over and over again through life: If you're actually good at what you do, or you're making an effort to be good at it, you don't have to take away other people's opportunity to do the same thing, to look good. And these overgrown zygotes haven't learned it yet - and probably won't before they die.
Perusing a friend's LJ, I saw a link to some misogynistic little chest-beating tweet, but it was nothing like the woman-hating garbage in a link someone else replied to it with, located over here. Basically it's about how women's self-esteem in our society is artificially created and inflated to make us fillies feel good about getting up in the morning - and that we shouldn't feel that good because it makes us more difficult prey for asschaps like the essayist.
Let me tell you what, if my ability to think and articulate confidently is the thing keeping this guy and those like him from trying to fuck me, that's not a mark against those traits.
And that's what this essay, and others like it that I've read, essentially boil down to: You being an equal human being makes it difficult for me to get hard to fuck you. And I shouldn't have to do the evolving to get over my massive insecurities. I don't spend my days sitting around reading only this trash, but I've read a LOT of these so-called "men's rights" yahoos who try to set themselves up as free-thinking, society-saving pundits, when they're really just a bunch of mama-hating emotional self-immolators trying to pretend we should give two shits about what falls out of what passes for their runny brains. AND THEIR BRAINS ARE ALWAYS LOCATED IN THEIR PENISES.
This is what drives these very particular kinds of men: Fucking. Screwing. Probably raping, when they can get away with it. Women and girls exist as God-given vessels for their sperm, and the only possible reason we were given limbs is so we can keep their castles clean and their stomachs crammed with food. (Oh, and keep their spawn away from them when they don't want to play Proud Daddy for a public audience.) Our brains are superfluous; our desires laughable; our accomplishments nonexistent.
But this is only because they know they're the ones without any esteem, from themselves or from anyone else worth knowing (read the comments to that entry if you don't believe me), and this is one way they feel better about that. They pretend at pseudointellectualism to make themselves feel good; they prattle about male superiority and female inferiority because that is literally the only way they can get out of bed in the morning. Their own accomplishments are laughable in the wider scheme of things; and they know it, deep down, even if it's just unconsciously. They know there is no possible way they can look important or vital or necessary unless they try to clear those of us out who are doing the actual work of the world - and that includes their fellow men who don't agree with them, who they are usually quick to ridicule and label pussies.
It's the same lesson learned over and over again through life: If you're actually good at what you do, or you're making an effort to be good at it, you don't have to take away other people's opportunity to do the same thing, to look good. And these overgrown zygotes haven't learned it yet - and probably won't before they die.
