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.)
katz: Sorry.
Howard – the ultimate insult for trolls: go to the back of the queue!
Or perhaps it’s the old “go to the far queue“.
” I just didn’t recognize how feeble you all are, you really don’t seem to be able to refrain from it.”
::glances at Mr K::
Feeble?
::smirks::
Nope, that’s not the adjective I’d use.
::preens::
Mr K is always right. Just my humble opinion.
Bwahahahahaha!
::ahem::
Hope that customer didn’t hear me laughing at my computer.
I aim for snorts in a professional setting.
::squints suspiciously::
I can see through your little game, Madame. You’re aiming for people snortin’ their drinks all over the monitor or keyboard. It’s going to be impossible to get the thing clean after Bagelsan exploded before. You know coffee and brains just set like concrete!
Fibinachi just exploded too. We can’t have nice things.
Oh dear, where? I missed that. Good thing I was rubbernecking out the front of the shop. 😛
Oh, just caught it. I was thinking of a cutesplosion.
Oh gosh, I wish. Cutesplosian, trollsplosian, all the splosians.
Captain Jack splosion? I finally catch up, more or less, and my mother wants to take over my Mac to watch Torchwood!
Or is that just a different sort of cutesplosion?
Teethsplosian? Charmsplosian?
Teethsplosian’s what happens if you sneeze when your dentures aren’t secure.
howardbann1ster:
What a ridiculous argument. First, I’m a Wikipedia editor myself and I contributed very much to this article, so if it conforms to my practices and views about Catharism, at worst it proves that Wikipedia has problems with objectivity. Second, some details, which we already talked about, e. g. why I am allowed to eat honey (though a few Cathars thought honey was the product of the copulation of the sun and moon), you won’t find in this article.
And it’s a gross thing to use the deaths of my brothers and sisters in faith against me.
Look, if you don’t believe me, I wasn’t always this ascetic Cathar. For the most time of my life, I was a simple, apple-pie-eating Christian country boy.
And though I experienced my fair share of Christian hypocrisy (the pastor was a lying old pederast), the faith of most people in my hometown wasn’t a total farce.
My teachers recognized that I was very mathematically gifted and so I was given the opportunity to attend college in Boston (which as Babylon starts with “B” and ends with “on” and somewhat rhymes with “Sodom”), a depraved city of unrepentant sinners and in desperate need for divine judgment. There my life practically fell apart, I tried to find myself a nice, conservative girl but instead I met a species entirely unknown to me: girls calling themselves Christian but living a life of promiscuous debauchery. I felt like one of the angels visiting Lot in the city of Sodom. In these dark hours I turned to God’s word for help, but just having watched Matrix I – III again, I heard something I never recognized before in the Bible: a voice of dark and false pride (= the Demiurge). I then read a lot about the movies, how they were influenced by gnostic thoughts, and so I found Catharism.
Fibinachi:
I’m a very tech savvy person. Understanding computers, understanding how a world can be constructed from nothing than mere 1’s and 0’s (for example like in Minecraft), makes me understand the work of the Demiurge – I already found out what kind of signed number representation the universe-computer uses (one more secret wrested from the Demiurge!).
Argenti Aertheri:
Now you’ve admitted drinking alcohol, smoking weed, taking MDMA, anything else to confess?
I speak Latin, too, to study the holy and unholy scriptures of the middle ages.
Historophilia:
There were female perfectae! You don’t know anything about the Cathars!
And even if you were right, would you judge Roman Catholics as harshly too, for not allowing women to become priests, bishops?
Also, if male Perfecti don’t touch women, that’s not because they are considered dirty, but because some of them are tempting and arouse indecent thoughts.
Ooooooooh, well, aren’t YOU an authority. Let us all bow down to your super… nah, not gonna happen.
Hi, Al.
Go away, Boston Boy.
Oh my god, you guys were all spot on! I thought this was a new one!
I take it your cathar conversion was pretty recent, Al?
Oh, hi again. Respect, sounds like a dread trial.
Now this is the bit with the bile:
When we notice your statements are vile
And respond with enough snark to leave a mark, to dent your dense determined intent
Of obfuscating vilification of the sexual sinners and their practice (debauchery, adultery, gluttony,
all serial)
If the Demiurge created the base Material
And the world in your head is a lie from a twisted creator
There can be no lies but the ones you tell yourself, caught in a dream
Where’s its not what it seems
So sin and debauchery done on a whim is merely misguided
And hardly a sin
So alien species most unorthodox, most rare, and you raised too high above clearly to care
These dark hours with God on your side and Sodom below, everyone else being busy doing blow
Should really tell you how far some people will go
Namely you
In describing behavior based on a thought with no basis in form
And no basis fact, tact, smack
So you don’t get to rage against their most depraved choices! You don’t get to degrade at harloty voices
Or dismiss their vices, because no-one’s nice enough to shag up with with a perfect prefect
(Oh, how’s that disparaging the material working out for you with that gall to hunt a converative gal?)
EITHER’S IT’S AN ILLUSION AND THEY’RE MISGUIDED AND BLINDED BY CRAVINGS AND THE MACHINES
OF THE FLESH
Or you’re a illustrated example of why religious conviction and limited cognition and simple decision to be obtuse is often negligently reliable to rally the rascals and cads in the cracks to spew their hatred because denouncements are a cool
Go get the salvation with knowledge and be monogamously bond with Monad elsewhere, mister
We’re all Archons here, and angry and ranty and in need of caffeine.
(Try googling non curdling soy cream – I’ve had some luck with that in my coffee)
Who is “Al”?
My brothers, there are two temptations in this world, females and desserts made from egg, milk and/or gelatine.
DON’T LET THEM LEAD YOU ASTRAY AND REPENT YOUR SINS!
If you just remember that, I’ve done my job and you can call me what you want, even “Al” if you wish so!
Shouldn’t you be off editing Wikipedia?
I’m off to the market, where I will definitely buy eggs and milk but I try not to use gelatin.
Maybe tomorrow I will make rice pudding in his honor. Or get Mr C to buy himself some flan.
I am not a temptation. I am a person.
This is not arrogant at all.
heck yes, I judge the roman catholics. and the greek orthodox. Except I don’t know much about the “Whole” Orthodox christian policy, just what I’ve heard our preachers preach
Preacher 1: some percent of orthodox teens think that IT IS OKAY FOR PEOPLE TO BE IN HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONS AND THIS IS AWFUL
Preacher 2: *verbally masturbates over how few clothes models wear for thirty minutes*
Is Rayomd Pell? Though I suppose wikipedia editor is less presite-y than doctor or w/e. I think.
Was actually drinking, but managed not to spit all over keyboard XD
Go fuck yourself, bub. I used to be a christian girl, and may return to church if I find one not full of homophobic, slut shaming asshats, and I don’t consider promiscuity contradictory to Christianity. (and if I need a voucher, neither does my mom, who grew up good christian school girl, she just thinks it’s not for her. /things you learn about your mom during awkward sex talks.)
…can’t…breathe…dying from laughter.
Yes. I judge Greek Orthodix Christians for it too (idk what other Christians do, just speaking from where I’m from).
@raymond
So, is everyone attracted to women, or is everyone heterosexual and gender binary and women just don’t have sex drives? O teach me your wise ways.
Also, you should have included guinea pigs in your list of temptations. They are so cute! And trying to decieve me to the ways of
not checking their teethFEMINISM AND SINFULNESS!!I should make a cake. Cakes are tempting.
I love how you two work as a tag team.
Also, if Boston is upsetting to socky I hope he never ends up in San Francisco, especially not during the Folsom Street Fair.