Some married men like to jokingly refer to their wife as “the boss,” generally in a patronizing manner that suggests she’s nominally in charge of the boring everyday stuff in the household that he doesn’t really care about anyway.
But our old nemesis Vox Day isn’t having any of it. To refer to your wife as the boss, even as a joke, is to threaten to loose the forces of anarchy and chaos and feminism upon your family. Also, women are dogs. On his Alpha Game blog, he writes,
If you let a dog think he’s the boss, he will cease to defer to you and begin objecting, violently, when you interfere with what he now believes are his prerogatives. Women are no different.
That’s right. Give in an inch to your wife, and the next thing you know she’ll be sitting on the furniture and insisting on eating “people food” at the table.
It’s a tad ironic that Vox here has decided to degrade women by comparing them to dogs, when his whole “alpha” schtick is based on misguided notions about the behavior of “alpha dogs” and wolves.
It’s one thing to turn over your social calendar to your wife due to a lack of interest in the various social obligations of the family. But checking in to see if there is scheduling conflict, or simply being courteous enough to see if your wife minds if you go to the football game does not make you an employee or a child. Therefore, it does not make her the boss. And what might have been an ironic jest in the days of Mad Men is often taken quite literally now.
Marriage: an endless power struggle in which the wife must always lose.
What a lovely vision of the world!
I should also add that you should never ever, even jokingly, refer to Bruce Springsteen as “the boss” either, because if you do he’s going to be hounding you to hand in your TPS reports and forcing you to work on Saturdays. You don’t want that.
EDITED TO ADD: In the comments on Alpha Game, cailcorishev expands a bit on the whole “women-as-dogs” thing in what he evidently thinks is a humorous way:
Since you mentioned dogs: virtually everything about disciplining a dog and being the pack leader applies to leading a woman (or children). I’m convinced that, if you took a woman on a 45-minute walk every day, as Cesar Millan recommended for dogs, it would eliminate a lot of her problems. Just make sure you lead her, having her take your arm and follow you where you want to go — or use a leash if she’s into that kind of thing.
I can only hope his wife — if there is an unfortunate woman holding this position — pees on the rug and chews up all his important paperwork.
Argenti – Yep. It’s as if it’s way too hard to change your own behavior when a peer says it’s uncomfortable, because YOU HAZ NO AUTHORITAHS.
I object to your Cartman analogy. Cartman is much funnier.
@bbeaty Random strangers in the street are probably gonna get told about it when we finally find him!
@lana Since so many people have come up with diddly, the new theory is that Robert left Annapolis, MD to go somewhere else. Where… we have no idea, so we’re trying to get the word out to nearby cities/all of MD/anywhere else.
Personally I am hoping he pulled a Stephen Fry (at one point Fry was in a play, and the stage fright freaked him out so badly he ran off to Belgium without telling anyone.) /random
MollyRen — tweeted and FB, will check Borg stats and if we’re getting none Boobzers, post it there too (other Borg staff, register complaints in my inbox, but they better be good ones since this falls under the one rule of Argenti — don’t fuck with my friends [i.e. MollyRen needing help here])
Molly I sent the link in a message to this FB group and asked if they will post it . They get a lot of traffic .
https://www.facebook.com/SocietysChoice?ref=profile
@Argenti Thanks for spreading the word!
Er… I am not sure what the Borg is though? o.o
There’s currently an FB group, a twitter hashtag (#helpusfindRobertStewart), 2 r/Annapolis threads, and various small town news articles. Let’s make it go viral! 😛
@lana Thank you!
My second visual was not so entertaining. It was spurred by the “45 minute walk” comment.
Years ago I was taking my rambunctious daughter and my overly energetic springer/lab mix for a walk in a local park. We were, to be honest a little group of barely controlled chaos. Squirrel! Water! You take the dog! I wanna take the dog! I want to walk with you! I want to follow her up a tree! We were all varying degrees of wet and muddy. The park is in a small valley, with one path that goes down the middle. I tried to stay off the path if someone not wet and muddy was coming our way. Most folks smiled and talked to use because whatever else, you could tell we were having fun.
Then I saw a family coming toward us on the path. Dad: big guy with military bearing* walking very precisely. He was holding his wife’s hand, who was also walking very precisely. Too boys, about the age of my girls, walking very precisely behind them. He had a German shepherd heeling at his side. It was like the whole family was heeling.
It was creepy. Kids that age should not be that “well behaved” naturally. No one was talking, No one was looking around. It was like this guy was parading “his” family for the world to see. They never changed, that I could see. They walked the length of the park then turned around and came back and drove off.
Everyone in the park gave them the side eye. There was something off about that family and we all could sense it.
Yeah Molly or he could have amnesia for some reason .Or in general disorientated enough for some reason to be “lost”.
My pleasure.
Also out of all the places in the world there is one in which you would least expect to see this:
‘70% of its science and engineering students are women.Iran’s scientific progress is reported to be the fastest in the world.’
Apparently noone told Iran that women can’t do science.
bbeaty, that sounds really weird to me………like disturbingly weird.
like, my mother actually put me on a leash when I was a kid and even that couldn’t persuade me to ‘heel’.
Um….probably not a good note to come back on (hi guys) but:
@Ashley
The fuck? Gee thanks, someone with chemical imbalance in the brain who manages to not be a raging misogynist. It’s almost like chemicals have nothing to do with it, and being a fucking asshole does.
@david
You’re a woman? I thought you were a cat. Or a ferret. Or some combination of the too. I feel so misled 😛
@kittehs
And thanks for bringing that up (and more elegantly than I typed it) Ps: hi, I missed you :3
@mollyren
Don’t know anything about it + not in the area, but I hope you find your friend okay. Internet hugs if you want them.
@ally s
Blah, that sucks. Didn’t know she was cissexist as well as ableist too :/
meh. Idk, still feeling kind of supicious, but am glad you did.
@this one is between perspectives
Ok, I assume you’re mocking ashley for saying that earlier, but can we fucking stop with the chemical imbalance in your brain shit? Cuz my chemical imbalance in the brain has been giving me hell the past half-year +, and I really don’t appreciate it being used as a fucking joke.
Idk. Posting this before it gets too long, but you all can tell me if I came back too angry or whatever…um hopefully I’m not butting in. NEway, hello again.
Ick at the family in the park story. I’d have been itching to call child protective services.
There’s not a pooper scooper big enough for all that shit.
I was thinking jumbo trash can liner.
@this one is between perspetives
My mom had leashes for my and my sister when we were little, but it was more of a fun thing cuz we were obsessed with getting a dog. I don’t remember if she let us pull our brother’s stroller while doing that. I have a vague recollection of that but idk if it’s right.
/off topic.
Not an Elvis fan, I take it?
Ah yes, leasing a child. I tried it with my daughter when she was a toddler, just to keep her from dashing too far ahead or running into the street.
What a horrible idea.
My dad once used with with a longer rope attached (like 20 feet) so he could sit down and let her run. Fine idea, I guess, but he used it at a shopping mall. At Christmas. I’m still surprised they didn’t kill anyone.
I finally threw it away after a walk where I decided it was time to turn around and go home. The daughter disagreed and decided to resist using sheer force. She put her head down and leaned against the pull (away from me) harder and harder until she was literally clawing her way along the sidewalk, like she was climbing the North Face of Uxbridge Road. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9U0tDU37q2M Oh, and she was screaming the whole way. And was turning beat red.
I had two choices: I could let the lease go slack, and send her slamming face first into the sidewalk, or I could keep my grip and watch her rip up the cement. I finally “reeled her in” — hand over hand, keep the tension steady (and keeping her mad) until I could pick her up, tuck her under my arm and carry her back home. Every time I set her down, she ran to the end of the lease, got mad, and we started all over.
The look of judgement and horror on the faces of the 4 elderly folks sitting on their front porch watching his happen is burned into my soul forever.
I walk my cat on a leash .(no lie)
*leashing” a child
I don’t think it is legal to lease a child in this state.
@marie, Hey-o! I’m not sure there’s going to be a good thread to show back up in, on this site, unless you wait for an Open Thread that has kittens on it.
I don’t think you came back too angry. IMO STOMP PEEPS TOESES UNTIL THE OWNER ASKS ME TO STOP won’t win my friendship. Do people who act like this online, act like this offline? It’s a great way to get uninvited to my house post haste.
@Marie ya…….thats what the poorly executed satire disclaimer part was about, I didn’t actually say that so bluntly and unironically.
ah, see that actually sounds kinda fun.
Mine was one of those harnesses to stop your kid from getting lost. Funny thing was i’d undo it and disappear on her. alot. To the point that she would put it on backwards so i couldn’t undo the harness…….but I could reach back and undo the leash part. Apparently i got really good at dipping out of her line of sight, hooking the leash to a nearby thing (like a table) and disappearing like the ghostly-escape-artist-houdini child I apparently was.
(… adds Band-Aids to marquee.)
Free hugs (no contact available), donuts (gluten-free available), coffee (decaf available), BABBIES, and Band-Aids.
My younger son had to wear a harness on the school bus for a couple of years. He had a worrisome habit of undoing the seatbelt and standing up while the vehicle was in motion. He eventually got over it, fortunately. It felt uncomfortable strapping him into every morning – he didn’t like it either.