Destiny: You tend to find your soulmate.
The new hardcore feminists seem to hate men. They’re looking for rape under every beer keg in colleges and universities across the land. It reminds me of the relationship between progressives and flyover country. The only thing that matters is what happens on the two coasts. New York and Los Angeles are the two poles of the universe, and everywhere else is nowhere.
Forget the “differences attract” nonsense. Like tends to find like. Today’s feminists are looking across the vast flyover country of decent guys to focus on the true objects of their desire: the monolithic sexual animals who really are attracted to the thought of having hate sex with man-hating women whose deepest regret is that they weren’t born with a penis and testicles. And just like the bicoastal rivalry between NY and LA, the women (NY) wish to impose their will on the men (LA) who are most like them. Men who think the opposite sex is trash, worth only of subjugation and, well, use.
What’s the equivalent of date rape drugs like rohypnol? Maybe the fabrication of rape narratives that never happened. One is aggressively predatory male in nature. The other is passive-aggressively predatory female. They are mirror images of each other. One could say they deserve each other.
So I have some advice. If you’re a hostile, man-hating feminist, take a step back. Most of the 90+ percent of men who have the humanitarian impulses you claim to prize are put off by you, afraid of you.
Nice men are habitually afraid of women, not just angry mean women but all women. Afraid to say they are attracted to her. Afraid to ask her out. Afraid to make a move sexually. All your speech codes and campus regulations and kangaroo courts were put in place years ago by their upbringing. These are not men who are native cowards. They produce prodigious accomplishments most feminists are incapable of. They have the cultural disadvantage of being, gasp, gentlemen.
Why, then, do you completely overlook them and focus instead on the cavemen who simply want to bend you over a table and shtup you?
Maybe the animals are the ones you really want. But in that case, stop the fighting. Bend over the table and get shtupped.
Not trying to be abusive. But you sure do look like a bunch of sexually frustrated females. To the rest of us. Meaning the huge population of nice guys who have learned to avoid every woman with the look you always have on your not terribly attractive face.
Or something.
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They sure do seem to hate men. How have they taken over what should have been a better way for the sexes to communicate? This is just wrong.
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Then there’s this, which begins with a lie and proceeds apace. If roofies were as much a problem, statistically, as false claims are, it might have a chance at accuracy.
Oh, they do ignore the nice ones – or reward their presence with a sneer and manhood-questioning derision. They do head straight for the cavemen, to enjoy thoroughly and complain about afterward. My conclusion is that most of the hatred is projection. Maybe all, I don’t know.
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There’s this new Marvel TV show on ABC which just started last week called Agent Carter. It’s about Captain America’s girlfriend who, while he was frozen in ice, got on as best she could as a spy in the nightmarish world of America 1946. Nightmarish for women, I mean. This is more than your routine, “Hey, toots, get me some coffee.” type of sexism. American men HATED women in the 1940s. They would ridicule them whenever they opened their mouth. They’d insinuate they were a slut, to their face, if they had a boyfriend who died in WWII. They belittle waitresses and treat them like dirt, as other men in the restaurant looked on approvingly.
And all along, women were actually smarter and physically superior to men. Superior in pretty much every way, really. Peggy Carter, for example, thinks nothing of attacking a compound full of armed guards while wearing high heels. The biggest problems she has stem from her male coworkers being idiots and getting in her way. Just think of all the lives we’d have saved in the Pacific and Europe if we’d only been forward thinking enough to draft women! Since, undoubtedly, the men who were running and fighting in the war were not very smart. Peggy Carter could have secured one Normandy beachhead all by herself.
Next up for female superheroes is the forthcoming Wonder Woman movie, which is rumored to be a flashback to the 1920s where the titular character (no pun intended!) also has to deal with American sexism.
There is something tragically farcical in all this. The feminists are ever more battling against non-existent threats like 1940s men and lawless bands of roving, raping white college dudes. Meanwhile, they ignore the real threats like, oh I don’t know, Islam, which they say nothing about. So for all their fury and tough talk, they are just pussies like their feminized, liberal male counterparts. Only tough when they know they are safe.
I just so happen to have started reading the Rage and the Pride by Oriana Fallaci last week right before the Paris shootings. As she describes them: “Hens who are only able to flap inside the henhouse. Cluck, cluck, cluck, my dears.”
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