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.)
CassandraSays, Tell us that story again about you not being attracted to Brad Pitt. [cloudiah settles down to watch a trollsplosion]
I dunno, David, remember Meller’s feelings about how much more erotic men find cats than feminists?
Or the time you weren’t into Russell Brand. That was a good one.
I always spit on short dudes with ocular irregularities.
Well, cloudiah, you see, Brad Pitt (though he seems to be a nice enough guy) is blond, like Liam Hemsworth, and I don’t like blonds. Or men who look like werewolves, like Russell Brand.
Oh, and Raymond’s IP doesn’t match or resemble any previous troll, though I’m thinking he’s got to be one. Possibly Pell?
My thing with Russell Brand is that everytime I see him, I have a deep urge to wash his hair — like, with a hose.
David: if he’s Pell, he’s learned to keep his shit together.
There’s also the fact that he always looks like he’s tweaking. Which can be entertaining for a comedy sketch, but doesn’t make me want to get any closer.
Shiraz:
Sadly, yes. Recently that was the problem:
#include
main()
{
int x = 3+4%7;
printf(“%d”,x);
}
“Why is that not zero?”
Oh god.
Shut up, Al.
David, trolly’s on about being from Boston, the great Al giveaway.
Seconding what hellkell said, too – Pell hasn’t been able to keep a sock going this long in ages. His meltdown time has got much shorter.
And of course cats are evil. Maddie was trying to beat me to death with her tail before. It would have been a very slow death if I’d stayed put.
Russell Brand, eww. There’s just something about his looks I can’t stand. Or maybe it’s just that I don’t like him, the person. Brad Pitt, yeah, good looking but not in a way I find appealing. If we’re talking blondes, I’d rather look at the young Paul Newman or Robert Redford. If we’re talking actors I’d rather look at Gregory Peck, ‘cos handsome + lovely human being. 🙂
Someone let you teach?!
You wrote, “Sadly, yes. Recently that was a problem.” after I called you a dick. I guess you’re slowly learning.
Russell Brand’s head looks way too big for the rest of him, it’s freaky to look at.
There’s also the “soap is your friend, or at least it should be” issue.
Maybe Russell Brand needs some Lux Toilet Soap!
Well, his eyebrows are a bit bushy, but I dunno that I’d recommend going that far in the other direction.
He’d probably need Lux with a dash of Agent Orange to have much effect.
I have no idea who that is and I am not at all displeased in my ignorance.
Um, what? I’m all for jokes, but that’s a bit much.
Agent Orange would be a bit much. Russell looks like a Lava sort of dude. That soap will get out all sorts of dirt.
Sorry, my bad.
Al, as someone who routinely teaches coding to women (and girls), here’s my suspicion:
You’re a terrible teacher. Quit while you’re ahead.
@Shiraz:
Yep.
I generally ignore insults, sorry. “Sadly, yes.” was an answer to the question if I teach. And what followed after “Recently that was a problem” was one example of the stupidity I’m constantly confronted with.
Other “gems”:
#include
main()
{
int x = 65536 * 65536 + 1;
printf(“%dn”,x);
// why is that 1 and not some large number?
int y = 4/2*2;
printf(“%dn”,y);
// why is that 4 and not 1?
float f = 1.0/11;
float g = 0.0;
int i;
for (i=1; i<=11; i++){
g = g + f;
}
if (g != 1.0) {
printf("g is not onen");
// but why?
}
if (-2147483648 == 2147483648){
printf("-2147483648 equals 2147483648");
// how?
}
}
I’m going to go ahead and ban Raymond here for trolling and suspicion of sockpuppetry.
It was nice fucking with you, PR! You took me utterly seriously, which is fucking funny, you literal-minded dope.
Have a Nice Day!
— Shiraz