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.)
Also, Raymond, if you did indeed write a chunk of that wikipedia entry on Catharism (instead of just using it for trolling), you did an awful job. It’s completely muddled, and doesn’t clearly explain the main beliefs of the sect.
Whee, we’re down a jester. Oh wait, I see scrapemind and Joe are both filling the role.
Are we still doing confessions? Because there are probably naked pictures of me loose on the internet.
Obvious thing is obvious. Moot now, but expert in obscene religion? Add that to the biography of Pell, and I feel dumb, that should’ve been obvious days ago.
You reckon it was Pell? It read more like Mr Al to me. The “I’m an expert” was very Pell, but as was said, he kept his shit together much longer than Pell does, and the Boston bit was very Al.
Mr 99% indeed, if there isn’t in fact a troll clone factory somewhere in Boston …
Maybe it’s not Pell. Could be Mr. Al, reading up on catharism in order to troll seems like a very Mr. Alish thing to do.
@Kittehserf
Weren’t they one and the same?
Yeah, well, I don’t seed.
I do think Russell Brand is pretty alright-looking, particularly when looking less grody, but the fact that he’s entirely unfunny and consistently asinine when he tries to be serious ruins it for me.
Who was the same – Pell and Mr Al? No, I don’t think so. Pell’s Tells are usually different from Al’s.
Speaking of Pells, did you see Georgie boy has been appointed to the Pope’s advisory committee on Vatican reform? Pffft fat lot of good that’ll do.
I thought it was all a big surprise when it all came out.
What the hell could Pell want to do with reform? He’s more into regression. New pope seems pretty reasonable for a pope, what’s he want to do with that piece of scum?
Nevermind, I’m thinking of Steele. And I read our most recent visitor as Al.
@Pompous Raymond
Dude, that was literately half the women in my immediate or soon to be immediate family who aren’t two years old. Some exceptions. Also, it looks like you might need a citation
@David
Well, so long as it’s not with the cats 😉
@cassandrasays
That sounds so weird.
Marie: Meller was a treasure trove of weird.
Putting aside his misogyny, this is a really bad example of a woman (yes, woman) who is bad at coding. Whether the if-argument makes sense is besides the point because this is a perfectly valid set of code lines. Even someone only marginally familiar with JavaScript like me can see why.
It really does nothing more but support the idea that he’s a misogynist – he’s pointing out a trivial “error” made by a woman to give an example of how bad women are at coding.
I have a question:
If a trivial error at coding makes women bad at programming, does me getting some of it right when my brother was trying to teach me something cancel that out? (warning, I’m not good at programming, this was just like a logic programming-esque game he was playing with me).
I mean, she’s presumably good and she got something wrong (or maybe not even wrong from some of the actual programmers comments here), I’m bad and I got something right…
Or does the universe implode if it conflicts with I-can’t-even-remember-the-troll’s-name-cuz-he-was-so-boring’s description?
No, because a woman actually doing something technical right is an exception to the rule, remember?
Ah, thank you for reminding me.
That tricky exception to the rule thing, that you can use to justify anything.
Person 1:The sky is red.
Person 2:not right now, now it’s blue.
person 1:Oh come on, man that’s just the exception to the rule
@fade
XD That amused me way too much.
I see that (in keeping with The Boston Baby), Raymond Imperfectus has decided to ignore me.
Looking at the wikipage I have to wonder, is he Roger Davies, or Moonraker (those being the two most active contributors to the page, of late).
Though of course, it being only about 5 years old, maybe he’s Rwflammang, (though that user seems more interested, and adept, in general issues of Christianity, so odds are this isn’t our little one’s actual self).
Well, ok, I don’t really think (looking at the content of the page) our heroic claimant of the status of the Perfecti, is all that involved in the writing of that page.
But it was a clever attempt to dodge the charge of facility. Pity there is evidence to be seen.
“Now you’ve admitted drinking alcohol, smoking weed, taking MDMA, anything else to confess?”
Well, this one time; at Ban Camp…. Ok, more than one time, and not just at Band Camp (ok… I’ve never been to Band Camp).
Raymond Imperfectus: You should consider becoming a credens of Catharism, we are not homophobic.
Yeah, but you are challenged on the examination of texts.
I don’t consider promiscuity contradictory to Christianity.
You do, ergo it is not the church for her (which ignores the pomposity of the only evangelist for Albinensinism I’ve seen of late).
(still I have to tutor introductory courses where the girls are extremely stupid but somewhat hot
Tell.
Sinful, both of them. At least they don’t contain gelatine like crème bavaroise, so they are less sinful than this dessert from hell.
Tell.
This is sad, it’s not even Pell levels of clever. Sort of sadly exhibitionist, like a flasher in a speedo.
I’d say it’s all Al. He was spewing stuff from his most recent incarnation (pastry/women who code).
Either it’s someone who decided to mine that specific pair of threads to get material to pad out his persona, or it was Al saying, “haha, fooled you again”.
” Sort of sadly exhibitionist, like a flasher in a speedo.”
Now I’m seeing our Speedo-loving, camera-hogging Opposition Leader.
::hurl::
thankyouverymuch
It’s kind of a pity Rays of Pomposity turned out to be the same old Mr Al just making up shit. I’d have enjoyed throwing stuff about ebil fleshly sexytiems that happen in Spirit at him. What a dismal notion of life, with this beautiful world being evil, and the world of spirit being something totally different …
(Warbles in a vaguely Sesame Street-like way)
Therapy, it’s good for you, therapy, it’s what we recommend!
Seriously, kid, you need to get some help for that compulsive trolling problem of yours.
Yeah ok, Al could certainly try for Pell “expert” tells. He’s proven he does have a brain in there somewhere (Steele!)
And I’m much better at posting drunk than I am after sleeping pill kicks in. (The cause of my “must be Pell!”)
Lacked the fatty fatty nonsense of Pell.
“fatty fatty nonsense”
I have an image of Pell’s nonsense coming out in lumps of lard 😀
Yeah, it’s a pity Al’s intelligence is so mixed up with a toxic personality – and that he clings to all the shit that makes him so miserable. Maybe trying to change himself is just too haaaarrd and it’s easier to blame the world and wallow in his mess of hate and self-pity.