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.)
^um, drugs, and that’s kind of a hilarious typo, considering.
It sounded like you were confessing to lots of sex with men who wear bad wigs a la Donald Trump, which was quite funny.
ooh, I did it on the roof of an episcopalian cathedral one time! that’s blasphemy, right? can I confess that?
(i’m an ex-catholic, I miss confessing stuff… I’m just never sorry for the fun stuff anymore.)
Is fucking in the changing rooms at Selfridges a sin or just trespassing? I mean, you’re allowed to be in there, but I think the fucking part is rather discouraged.
I had yogurt for breakfast.
Fade:
Maybe, but I recommend to watch “Audition” by Takashi Miike, the ending is a brilliant symbolism about how women are temptations and the physical and spiritual damage this can bring with itself.
Marie:
You should consider becoming a credens of Catharism, we are not homophobic.
Okay, hypothetically speaking, if you are a woman and you are sexually attracted to men, then (though nearly unthinkable) men are a temptation, too.
Non-heterosexuals = not nearly as sinful, forgivable.
I admit, I was too focused on my own desires, they still trouble me, though thanks to (the true) God, I’m shielded from a lot of temptations because He didn’t give me interest in humanities or social sciences but a talent for mathematics. There are very, very few women and practically no tempting women in 500 level math courses (still I have to tutor introductory courses where the girls are extremely stupid but somewhat hot…).
Kittehserf:
Actually, to be perfectly honest I’m just from Greater Boston (Cambridge, MA).
Blessed are the boring for their small minds are easily filled with faith.
CassandraSays:
Sinful, both of them. At least they don’t contain gelatine like crème bavaroise, so they are less sinful than this dessert from hell.
Argenti Aertheri:
I’m not jealous, I am an instrument of His will and have to stay pure.
My religion states very clearly that trolling is a sin. How will we resolve this conflict of faiths?
Why would I want to watch a movie filled with misogynistic propaganda
And “maybe”? maybe I’m a person.
Fuck you, man.
Just unbearable sexist, am I right?
Is it as good as The Matrix Reloaded?
The location of Boston University. Dude, you’re not even trying anymore. Just go ahead and start snivelling about how it’s so unfair and you just wanted to start with a clean slate and women spit on you and you once saw a bra in the laundry.
Is fucking in a DJ booth a sin? Sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll in tiny quarters.
It depends. Was the club playing dubstep? If so and you didn’t pause for a moment to change the record, that’s a sin.
@pompous raymond
wow maybe she’s a person. Go hug a cactus.
If you’re any representation, you’re bigots in other nasty ways.
Ah, so you were just speaking as if everyone was a heterosexual man for some unfathomable reason. (men = default + heterosexism + you being too ignorant to recognize either).
Is non hetero sexual sex less sinful because we’re subhuman? Or because it’s less likley to result in babies (because not all women have vaginas!) If I (a cis girl) have sex with a trans* woman, does that make it as sinful as heterosexual sex?
I see girls are bad at math again. I should tell my dad’s fiance, who enjoys it, or my mom, who’s had to learn a lot, being a scientist.
::perfect comment:: XD
@hellkell, I had visions of someone having threesomes on a heap of expensive Persian rugs then, and wondered if this was a reference I’d missed! 😀
Sounds rather fun though …
RUGS OF DEBAUCHERY
Come to think of it, Mr and I have a fur rug that’s seen a bit of debauchery, at least when it’s not covered in zzzzzzzzing cats and dogs.
“Blessed are the boring for their small minds are easily filled with faith.”
Hey, Al’s not a Cathar after all, he’s a follower of the Boring Prophet!
Didn’t like my rhymes much, I guess. Aww. And here I beg for an audience to fill the void in my heart.
Cassandra; It was a punk/New Wave type place. “Rock Lobster” is plenty long enough.
This must be a rug of debauchery.
hellkell, I think I am now required by statute to quote the “in a giant clam” part of the lyrics. XD
Every time the 90% turns up I get the urge to start twisting Green Eggs and Ham to indicate our feelings towards him.
CassandraSays:
I would consider it a sin in my religion, too. I would suggest, we do the usual: Cleanse! Purge! Kill!
There are a lot of prominent reallife trolls: Larry Summers, Eric S. Raymond (not me), James Watson, Michel Houellebecq, Steve Landsberg, lets start with those!
Marie:
There are always weird exceptions, in general they are bad at math. Also for girls the proverbial “bad at math good at coding” is wrong, too: try to teach them C, they don’t get it, e. g. pointers, method prototypes… omg!
Nah, I’d prefer to start with you. How does one cleanse a blog of a persistent troll infestation? So far we’ve tried scorn, banning, sarcasm, and ignoring the pitter patter of disgusting little feet. Would those little Raid-filled traps you can put out for roaches work?
Al, give it up. You’ve been told over and over again how you aren’t wanted here, yet you persist, and now it’s elaborate fantasy religion based on the Matrix. You are pathetic.
cloudiah: LOL.
You’re slipping, Al. Going off on a “girls are bad at math” tangent isn’t very Pure and Faithful, it’s just bog-standard Mr Al projection. (Could it be that you’re not that good a tutor? I imagine your attitude toward women would be a huge stumbling block to effective communication, especially given you have trouble seeing us as human beings.)
I wish there was a Valtrex for blogular herpes.
Do you teach women coding often, troll? “Weird exceptions?” Whew! What a dick.
I’m trying to fiigure out why Raymond here is so offended by all the cat pics I post here, as the love of kitties is untainted by evil eros.
Of course, I do eat cats from time to time. With bavarian cream pie for desert. While having PIV sex (not with cats).