
Most misogynists, it would seem, are loath to admit that they’re misogynists. “How can you say I hate women?” they’ll ask. “After all, I love my sister. She’s not like the rest of those whores.” Or, “I just hate Western Women.” Or whatever fine distinction they like to make to pretend that their hatred of pretty much every woman they ever come across, or imagine in their overheated little brains, is something other than misogyny.
Then there are those who not only admit their misogyny but who are downright proud of it, thinking it’s a sign of their own personal superiority. Today, a pretty good example of Proud Misogyny, taken from the reactionary Christian blog Samson’s Jawbone.
Our intrepid woman-hater starts off by contrasting his brand of misogyny to the peculiar kind of woman-appreciation advocated by the PUA gasbag now known as Heartiste (but still known as Roissy when this post was written):
Roissy is fond of saying that he’s not a “misogynist”; no, learning the unvarnished truth about female psychology has given him a *higher* appreciation for women. Not so for me. Sociosexual philosophy has disillusioned me beyond all reckoning. Peering deep into the psyche of woman has rendered me grievously scornful in feeling and mercilessly unscrupulous in behaviour towards these unholy, ungodly beings. I venture to say that… I hate them. Yes, I hate them! And how could I not?
Did I mention that he has literary pretensions as well? Like a lot of reactionaries, Mr. Jawbone has adopted a melodramatic, vaguely archaic prose style that he evidently feels is the height of literary sophistication, but which sounds a lot more like the monologuing of some cartoon villain.
Oh, the vile criteria by which women judge menfolk! O, abominable, loathsome beings!
Is anyone else reminded of Newman from Seinfeld?
But Mr. Jawbone is just getting started:
A creature so damnably constituted as to admire a man for his “social dominance” – by which is meant his ability to waltz through an absurd series of meaningless, contrived riddles – rather than his work ethic, his self-sacrifice, his affability, his charity, his honesty, his justice – in short, his righteousness and integrity; such a creature deserves to be used and abused like a cheap street harlot – or better yet, a vermin-ridden ass – and discarded appropriately. Nothing more; she merits nothing better.
Here’s an actual vermin-ridden ass, having a nice scratch in the dirt:
Oh, but Mr. Jawbone isn’t done yet:
Words like “honour”, “duty”, “kindness”… those things that define goodness and rightness… all meaningless, meaningless to this wretched, wicked half of the human race. And do women who profess belief in something “higher”; women who should know better, afford any solace? No. Instead they show themselves as fraudulent, fickle hellcats who think good men are “weak”. So alas, I can no longer view the distaff horde with anything besides revulsion and contempt. They perjure themselves by their own words; they are beasts, deserving nothing but callous treatment and damnation; and I can wish nothing upon them but furious hatred, ignominy and a miserable passing.
What a cheery fellow!
I take no joy in penning the above – but I feel clean and spotless as the lamb. What else is to be said for a lot that believes black to be white, up to be down, and good men to be worthless? Poor Ashley Wilkes, and all good men.
Hate to break it to you, dude, but you’re not actually a good man. You’re a pompous dickbag. Oh, sorry, you’re a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave!
(Thanks to Shakespeare for that last insult, and to Quackers for pointing me to Mr. Jawbone’s post.)



I *think* blog time is central time. Who knows? After I got through playing my hover piano, I opened a bottle of hover wine, so I might be a bit out of it.
claudiah:
Oreos are harmless.
Marie:
I missed the viagra, it’s bad that I have to pay for that, too (still it’s not as much connected with procreative sex).
It means that I am a perfectus, which is the rank above the credens, that means I live a nonviolent and celibate life (and avoid bodily contact with women as far as possible), refrain from any debauchery and don’t eat meat, eggs, dairy products.
Fibinachi:
That doesn’t convince me. If a disorder is diagnosed and contraceptives are needed as a treatment, then I’m fine with the NHS paying it. If it’s not, then you shouldn’t get a NHS prescription, just a private prescription.
You can just avoid this condition by not having sex.
Argenti Aertheri:
I don’t know very much about trans people, but from what I know, I believe they are far removed from the telos of the material world, so it’s not as bad as if cis people do it. But still they emulate cis PIV and so I would regard it as somewhat sinful, but not as bad.
Traditionally some of the cathars thought fish and other aquatic organisms would just originate in water without procreation, so some of them made the mistake to eat fish. We know now that this is wrong, I will think about it, but of course I don’t eat fish. Plants procreate without intention so that is not problematic.
… but birthcontrol prevents procreative sex. Creating a zygote is much more possible on viagra then on birth control.
… So what is a perfectus? And what is a creden? Because if this is just an “I’m better than you” name thing, I think most people are going to go back to mocking it.
Nobody cares. How many times to people have to say “you can believe in your moral philosophy BUT DO NOT ENFORCE IT ON OTHERS” before you get it?
…Less connected with procreative sex than contraceptives?
I’m not gonna lie, I’m enjoying this one. Just don’t mention that there was at least one act of possibly-procreative sex in the Matrix trilogy.
@katz:
I don’t take my philosophy from Matrix, but I hope it made ideas of Gnosticism more popular. The sequels (especially the third part) were bad as movies, but they contained some valuable messages for the masses.
Strictly speaking I’m not a Gnostic (I don’t believe in the archons), but the wisdom of the Gnostics was of course the foundation for the Bogomils and then the Cathars.
Anyone who thinks Oreos are harmless has lost all credibility with me.
But… but tastyness 🙁
I suspect that one of the many trolls who refuse to respect Davids boundaries is having us on.
Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
Ok, I’m beyond enamored with my fishies, they’re my babies, but dude, they don’t consciously reproduce. And snails most certainly lack consciousness.
Also, Viagra is less connected to procreative sex than things that prevent procreation resulting from sex?
Oh and read that link about PCOS and birth control pills. You’re using ASSFAX against a scientific argument. And trans* people are less connected to the material world, but you don’t know much about trans* people…um, you do get that most have surgery on those sexual bits, and/or *gasp* take hormones, to change/negate secondary (and primary) sex characteristics so as to better appear as their gender?
Or was that all Greek to you? I’m not doing your homework if you won’t read, and I am sure as shit not doing trans* 101 today.
Yes blog time in central time.
Like hell you didn’t. We all know you’re a 14-year-old boy who goes around telling people to take the red pill, Perfectissimus.
Yeah, I’m thinking Perfecto here is an AL sock.
Fade:
This is true, and in that sense contraceptions are valuable. Cathars were never against contraceptions. But still far, far better than using contraception is not to engage in this sinful behaviour at all.
Perfectus means that I strive to live a perfect life as described. Credentes is Latin and means believers. So a credens is somebody who is convinced of Catharism but doesn’t have the strength to become a perfectus.
But why are you more against birth control than viagra if birth control can prevent procreation but viagra can’t.
@Raymond
I…where are you getting this from? It just…doesn’t make an sense. Also, it’s not ‘cis PIV sex’ It doesn’t belong to cis people or w/e. Just PIV sex.
Also other people’s sex lives are not your buinsness. Did you miss the many times people have pointed out that everyone is taxed for things they don’t want to pay. It’s not pick and choose :/
@cloudiah
*cries* Why are you so mean, cloudiah? Oreos are so yummy! I am eating oreos right now and crying, btw*
*I’m not actually crying, just being overdramatic and weird, but um XD Weird today. Forgive me…
Is Pompous Sock pretending to be a Manichean – material world bad, spiritual world good, sex/procreation bad, bad bad? Because if he’s pretending to be some sort of Christian, why is he so upset by all the wobbly bits that good ol’ Jehovah provided for billions of creatures, humans included? Is he saying the old “go forth and multiply” line really only means “get fucked”?
Of course, in his case, it’s most applicable, though from what I’ve read so far he is at least more amusing tham most of the trolls we’ve had lately. I wonder, is it Mr Al on another tangent? It doesn’t quite have the Smell of Pell to me, so far. Maybe a grammar fail is on the way … must keep reading! 😀
Cool! Do you have any vegan recipes to share? I’m a vegetarian, but I’d like to be vegan. It’s so hard, though, you know? I miss cheese, and Daiya just isn’t the same. Also, where do you find non-leather shoes? I have skinny feet, and I keep ordering shoes online and having to return them. Also, what do you sub for honey? Some people say maple syrup, but I think it makes things taste weird. So, help a vegan wannabe out?
@clairedammit
I know my dad has some recipies he uses during lent if you want one. (he does lent with no dairy products and no meat. Shrimps and some other sea animals though. Kinda weird. I got the history behind it yesterday. Anyway, just say if you want me to try to find one. The one I’m thinking of atm is ricelike and stuff.)
Oreos are harmful precisely because they are yummy.
“You can just avoid this condition by not having sex.”
I hate to tell you this, trolly, but my husband and I love each other and don’t intend to stop expressing sexually in the ways that pleas us just because you have a hangup about PIV sex, or for any other reason. Nor do we intend to take up sexual practices that do not appeal to us one iota, because you seem to think they’re all interchangable. And if I needed to be on the pill, I damnwell would be, and I wish we had a system like the NHS where it was at least more affordable, even if not free.
What other consenting adults do is none of your business, you see, and you have no right to complain both about people having sex and possibly producing children, or having sex and avoiding producing children. You’ve no more right to demand that of others than fundamentalists of other stripes have to demand that women be forced to breed against our will. Our bodies, not yours. It really is that simple.
As for whining about redistribution of wealth – why is that so awful when it’s the rich’s money being redistributed, but not, as in most of the present world, the poor’s money being sucked into the coffers of a tiny minority?
Marie, I would love some vegan recipes, but only if it it’s not too much trouble – something that you all love and want to share. (I might have some recipes to share too – here’s my blog.)
I would love some advice on finding non-leather shoes, though. Perfectus?
Marie — I said cis PiV sex because it was clearly what he meant if all non-baby-making sex acts are less sinful (admittedly, a trans* man with uterus can, and has, gotten pregnant, and a trans* woman could get someone pregnant, and pre/non-OP trans* women have…all too complex for troll here though)
I’m still waiting for an explanation why oreos and cars aren’t connected with the material world. Sex, apparently, is all creation’s only anchor to physical reality.
“expressing it sexually in the ways that please us”
grrr
Hey, on the Spirit/Material not-really divide: one can still make foot-in-mouth double entendres across the veil, as I discovered yesternight. Even when talking about breakfast, using the words “sausage” and “restorative” in the same sentence is guaranteed to produce snickering. 😉
Kitteh, I’m just waiting for him to go off on how your relationship is sinfully connected to the material world.