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.)
And yes, fuck is my favorite word, fuck you very much.
Hey, do you want you feel like you must. Ain’t going to be all “Rawr, leave the person calling us feeble and hinting we naively manipulate people with cats” alone. Just… Is it worth it? Guy’s professing belief in a system that’s been effectively wiped out for nigh on 700 years, so he’s clearly doing this to wind us up. It’s cute, but… eh.
Take it away with your rage.
I’ll stick to seducing/being seduced by a king, kthnx.
Or those sensuous furry seductive tempting kittiiieeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssss
::swoons from cute overload::
Argenti – go for it, but ten to one this is Mr Al doing a wind-up. Notice how he came back right after Cassandra posted?
@thebewilderness
Damn, I want to sing those lyrics. Unfortunately, I’ll sound so obnoxious that my brother will yell me out of this room.
If you can try to nap where someone’s sitting,
Although there is another empty chair,
Then rub against his ankle without quitting
Until he rises from your favorite lair;
If you can whine and whimper by a portal
Until the bolted door is opened wide,
Then howl as if you’ve got a wound that’s mortal
Until he comes and lets you back inside;
If you can give a guest a nasty spiking,
But purr when you are petted by a thief;
If you can find the food not to your liking
Because they put some cheese in with the beef;
If you can leave no proffered hand unbitten,
And pay no heed to any rule or ban,
then all will say you are a Cat, my kitten.
And — which is more — you’ll make a fool of Man!
— from “If”, by Rudyard Kipling’s Cat
@ Kittehs
I think he’s imprinted on me, like a duck with its mommie.
Thank you for articulating that. It was bugging me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
It’s like… ze thinks zir religion is the only one that counts, and the only way to be moral. It’s bothersome. And condescending.
Cassandra, I think so!
It’s funny, but this one doesn’t irk me with the spirit nonsense, unlike some of the fundy brigade. Possibly because the Cathars etc (even assuming he really is one) don’t have institutional power anywhere. This one, even if he’s just The Sock of Socks, just amuses me, especially the way he tries to combine Libertarianism, aka greed is good, with Gnosticism, aka the material world is bad. If it’s real, that’s impressive mental gymnastics even for the trolls here.
Plus the whole spirit-sex thing being at odds just makes me giggle, for obvious reasons.
WHAT CAN’T HE SAY? I must know!
Depravity, Depravity: We’re the Manboobs all the lot–
For we’re the feeble sluts who really love to fuck
We’re the bafflement of Men’s Rights, the PUA’s despair:
For when they reach the blog they find: Of their opinions we don’t care!
Depravity, Depravity, there’s nothing like Depravity,
Breaking evolutionary laws, for we sluts we love hyper-gamy.
Our powers of seduction would make a Cathar stare,
And when they reach the blog they find–Depravity. BEWARE!
You may seek us in the comments, you may look up things we air–
But I tell you once and once again, we’re not inclined to care!
Depravity, the Manboobz lot, we’re all fat manboobbed sluts;
You would know us if you dared, for our mocking laughs are constant.
Our brows are deeply lined with scorn, our cats are highly groomed;
Our zest is dusty from neglect, our souls are uncombed.
We sways our heads from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think you’ve got the drop, we’ll call you “dastardly rake!
Depravity, Depravity, there’s nothinge like Depravity,
For with our manjaws fair, we’re nexuses of gravity.
You might meet us in a by-street, you could see us in the square–
But when you see a blog post, we will already have been there!
We’re outwardly respectable. (They say we hate the guys.)
And our comments are not found in any file of AfM, Minter or Marky.
And when the quote is cited, or the post reblogged,
Or when the phonecall posted, or another theme song found,
Or Roosh is rightly mocked, and Roissy-sorry, Heartiste- insanity rendered bare –
Ay, there’s the wonder of the thing! Manboobs are being fair and square!
And when the MRA finds a reddit gone astray,
Or the PUA lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scap of comment in the blog or on the feed–
But it’s simple to investigate–We leave the backtrack links!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Elam’s and the Heartists say:
“It must be that Depravity! Those Manbobbed manjawed manatees!”
You’ll be sure to find us giggling, or laughing at our sport,
Or engaged in doing complicated cooking or practicing retorts.
Depravity, Depravity We’re feeble slots, oh the humanity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
We always have an extra quote, or one or two to spare:
And whatever time the deed took place– Screencaps are MISAN-DRI-TY!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Pecunium, I might mention Argenti Aertheri)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Manboob, David, He of music must sublime!
Reworked Macavity, The Mystery Cat, Fibinachi, 2013, Just now.
Mostly work done by T.S. Elliot, he of Cats.
The fat cat on the mat
may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice
for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe,
walks in thought
unbowed, proud, where loud
roared and fought
his kin, lean and slim,
or deep in den
in the East feasted on beasts
and tender men.
The giant lion with iron
claw in paw,
and huge ruthless tooth
in gory jaw;
the pard dark-starred,
fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft
leaps upon his meat
where woods loom in gloom —
far now they be,
fierce and free,
and tamed is he;
but fat cat on the mat
kept as a pet
he does not forget.
-J. R. R. Tolkien
Fibinachi wins teh internets!
The Ruling Ring
Aaliyah:
That’s very good. But you seem to be a very insecure person.
Fibinachi:
These assumptions, I will not take lightly. Do you speak so condescendingly about similar neo-movements, like neopaganism? Of course it was practically wiped out (in the most horrible way) by the Cathar crusade instigated by the Roman Catholic Church, but there were always Cathars in southern France who kept their faith hidden and preserved it over hundreds of years. Also, though I wasn’t introduced by members of this unbroken line of Cathars, why should my faith be any less real?
This blog, excuses and rationalizes a lot of sinful behaviour and does it by using faux-common-sense and by cloaking itself in an image of cuteness. It’s true that I don’t know anything about the lives of the commenters here, but I know what they believe!
Argenti Aertheri doesn’t understand anything I write, so there’s really not much sense in answering her. I fear her anchor is broken, maybe she did too much drugs?
I think the evolution of trolling is that they’re now deliberately trying to confuse us as to which sock belongs to which fuck-your-boundaries weirdo by dropping in a mix of tells.
Perfectus, for the fourteen trillionth time, nobody is saying you can’t have your faith. We’re saying WE DON’T WANT TO HAVE IT so STOP PREACHING TO US
Evolution of trolls? Say it isn’t so, we’ll be seeing super
dogstrolls next!“It’s true that I don’t know anything about the lives of the commenters here, but I know what they believe!”
C’mon, trolly boy, tell me what I believe and how it’s exactly the same, apparently, as what all the other regulars here believe. C’mon, I dare you.
Speak condescendingly about neo-movements? I would never speak condescendingly about a neo-movement. Do you guys speak condescendingly about neo-movements?
Don’t you need to go to bed, PR?
Please do not call me your sister. I am not your anything. I belong to me and no one else.
Why choose?
It depends – does hippy Keanu Jesus come with the neo movement in question?
I’d rather not talk about Keanu’s bowels at all, y’know.
I pretty much never get tired of Keanu. Also, does socky know that he’s really tall?
Yep, it’s Mr. 90%. Nonetheless, his shit is toxic, and I’m beyond shit of being patronized to. First off, more like too few drugs, MDMA’s being investigated for treatment of PTSD and I’ll vouch for the logic of that. But hey, sinful right?
As for the “do you mock neo-pagans” OH HAI! Nope, but the few of us here have the common decency not to attempt to force our beliefs on others, and worse, on the gov’n. for the umpteenth time, you are welcome to believe what you like, you are not welcome to insist we have to either agree, or be subjected to repeated rounds of how we’re sinners, deceived, feeble, done too many drugs, insecure, etc.
For someone supposedly above hatred, you sure are fond of insults. And no, I make no similar claim, being able to never hate is a goddamned privilege — I’m happy for you that no one has ever harmed you enough for hatred to be the only possible feeling for them, but sometimes hatred is justified. And I spent my weekend being patronized and insulted. And was supposedly disrespectful for daring to speak up about it, because, see, I was guest in his house. Guess what? You’re in our house. And we don’t approve.
And Mr. Better Than Us Sinners? You think this site excuses sinful behavior? Are you new to the internet?! No way did you find us via AVfM without seeing justifications from abuse and rape, somehow that’s less sinful than saying that you’re welcome to have potentially procreative sex if you, and your partner(s), so desire?
Pull the other one, it has bells on it (I’m stealing that line from pecunium unless/until he requests I stop)
Also, gender neutral pronouns please, ze/zir. Going to assume you used female ones because I’m defending birth control and magically only cis women use it so I must be one? You really know fuck all about trans* 101. And don’t care either, you mock and insult us for wanting birth control to be covered like any other drug, while trans* women are denied shelters or forced into male ones, asked what’s between their legs in job interviews, fucking laws are passed denying trans* people access to public bathrooms…and whether we’re having procreative sex is your biggest concern?! You are fucking seeped in privilege, leave that tea bag in your precious milk-less tea for, oh, a week, and you might get the idea.
Why do people think this guy is Al? Al usually whines about how no one will have sex with him. This is sort of the opposite.