In the fast-paced, perpetually busy world of today, we don’t all have time to read every post on A Voice for Men. So here is an edited version of Paul Elam’s latest post, on Rebecca Watson of Skepchick. And whores. And how he personally doesn’t spend all his time claiming to be a victim, even though he totally is one, in case you forgot since the last time he reminded you of that.
Here’s Paul:
Whores … typical whore … Main Street walking, garden variety anybody’s whore … honest whore. … corporate whore … corporate whores … whorish sexual symmetry … stupid whore … stupid whore … whore … lying whore … whore … lying whore … whore … lying whore … corporate whore … a lying whore can also be a corporate whore … whoring for the cause … whore … PZ Myers … stupid, lying whore … not just a lying whore who also happens to be a stupid whore … a different subspecies of whore altogether … stupid, lying whore … whore that rigorously abandons intellect, rationale, evidence, decency and compassion, and also fosters much deserved hostility toward themselves … stupid, lying whore … stupid, lying whore … .
Paul Elam, meet Tom Martin.
Speaking of stupid, lying whores, let’s discuss Rebecca Watson’s latest article … about how she and other women who trash and demonize men regularly are helpless victims, getting nasty emails and tweets from some people who don’t like it. … Once [sic] such comment came from an individual who penned, “Hope Dawkins will bestially rape you…in the elevator to hell.” …
I have a keeper file of death threats, but I never wrote an article about them. I have been hounded recently by half the media hacks in Canada … it does not even compare to John the Other facing a gang of 20-30 assholes on the street, some wielding box cutters … 2 plus 2 equals stupid, lying, whining whore. What John and other MRAs are starting to encounter every day, and the future of what is to come, makes getting bestially raped by Richard Dawkins sound kinda funny. We just don’t get the luxury of playing the damsel in distress, nor do we want it.
There are maybe 1200 more words to his post, but I think you probably get the gist of it.
Watson’s post, by contrast, is worth reading in full.
I second that, Cassandra!
(The point about bulimia and thin walls was that we could hear him throwing up at all hours, which is not a great soundtrack for sleeping or studying. Obviously, it was probably worse for him actually HAVING bulimia.)
I put Sir Bodsworth’s suggestion in the same mental category as my favorite curse – may you live in interesting times. You don’t realize how nasty it is till you think about it for a bit.
As far as paper-thin walls (and ceilings) go, the guy who lived upstairs from me my freshman year was the unfortunate combination of
(a) a really, really big Bob Marley fan
(b) really, really, REALLY tone-deaf
Over the course of the year, I think I heard every song ever sung by Bob Marley about 100 times apiece, all as interpreted by the worst singer in the history of the world. At one point I recall him playing “Iron Lion Zion” on a loop for four hours straight, wailing along all the while with the dulcet tones of a cat being strangled. For four hours. If he hadn’t been a really nice guy other than that, I think I might have murdered him.
Ah, college memories…
(But seriously, it really is fun overall, I swear!)
@ Polliwog
My upstairs neighbor plays guitar, badly. He plays along to shitty my-ex-is-such-a-bitch nu-metal and butchers old Iron Maiden songs. Feel my pain.
(Do MRAs know about nu-metal? A lot of it would be just perfect for them.)
Actually, there’s another curse – may you have a neighbor who really loves Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit.
Though Elam thought that Go My Own Way was a brilliant work of artistic genius, so Kid Rock might be right up his alley.
@Polliwog
I hear ya, I used to have a guy living in the room next to mine who really liked Frank Sinatra and would play it over and over again and sing along to it very badly. To this day I can’t stand to hear “Strangers in the Night”.
Paul Elam, I hope that the next time you are unwrapping a Starburst, the cherry ones fall on the ground and you have to eat the yucky yellow and green ones.
I don’t often comment here, but I just wanted to add to the people saying that communal living can get better. But if things get really, genuinely unlivable, there should be resources that you can use to change rooms, or halls. I hope there are at least. I know that I had to use them during my brief college career.
As for stories, I actually had the drunk boyfriend of one of my housemates climb in through my window at two in the morning. My third floor window.
Still not sure how he managed it.
Have people heard of Yiddish Curses for Jewish Republicans? I feel like, somehow, the site is relevant to this conversation.
M Dubz:
I have. That is such a funny site.
Link here: http://www.yiddishcursesforrepublicanjews.com/#
Fred Durst, DIAF!
I lived one thin wall away from a girl who would get off before her alarm and then forget to turn it off. It was one of those ones that gets progressively louder until you turn it off, and if you don’t, it keeps going for an hour.
She left for spring break, leaving her alarm clock turned on in her locked room.
I felt that way about The Beatles for years, for the exact same reason (except it was my little brother playing them 24/7 for probably 4 months straight). Even now, I can muster up some intellectual appreciation for them, but my instinctive reaction to “And now, The Beatles” is to change the station.
*get UP. That is an awkward typo.
Did you read the article? He’s not wrong. Watson sold out her logic and reason to fit her ideology. A person that sells themselves is, by definition, a whore.
Also, since we’re posting pics, I like this one. Check out the myspace angles on this self shot, or the way its cropped to try and hide that its a self shot.
http://msmagazine.com/blog/wp-content/themes/news_10/images/team/368.jpg
Lol
If by “awkward” you mean “hilarious.” Especially considering that I briefly read the “it” in your second sentence as referring not to the alarm but to the getting-off, which made the whole comment kind of amazing. 😀
I was treated to the strains of Meatloaf on repeat by a neighbor,myself. I hate his music to this day.
Hmm, which returning troll do we think Ms Seemins is?
Pell, it is always Pell.
Yeesh, Sir Bodsworth. I was just gonna wish Elam spent the rest of his life walking on LEGOs.
Paul Elam, I hope you don’t discover that your milk has gone sour until after you pour yourself a bowl of cereal.
Paul Elam, may your dollar bills be crinkled every time you try to use a vending machine.
It probably is Pell, since none of the other trolls like to use female sockpuppets, at least that I recall. (Maybe they don’t want to lower themselves to that?)