I’ll be taking a blogging break over the next few days. I’ll turn moderation on in a bit and will take it back off on Monday.
Edit: Moderation is now on.
I’ll be taking a blogging break over the next few days. I’ll turn moderation on in a bit and will take it back off on Monday.
Edit: Moderation is now on.
The ugly feminist and the chivalrous man are a perfect match.* Nothing terrifies her more than the thought of suffering feelings of love or gratitude. Nothing excites him more than the privilege of proving his superior manhood by doing the bidding of a cruel unfeeling woman. She is certain that all men are evil and naturally want to harm women, yet is equally confident that men will be eager solve all of women’s problems. He awaits his midons’ next demand with great anticipation.
As Gaston Paris, the man who coined the term courtly love, explained:
…the lover continually fears lest he should, by some misfortune, displease his mistress or cease to be worthy of her; the lover’s position is one of inferiority; even the hardened warrior trembles in his lady’s presence; she, on her part, makes her suitor acutely aware of his insecurity by deliberately acting in a capricious and haughty manner; love is a source of courage and refinement; the lady’s apparent cruelty serves to test her lover’s valour
*This match does not originate in heaven.
From: This viral airport ‘mansplaining’ story shows what male allyship can look like.
The feminist closes with a call for men (who are evil and naturally want to harm women) to solve women’s problems:
Finally, she left men with a call to action. “Menfolk, will you please make this happen more often?” she wrote. “I could get by on half the energy it currently takes me to exist in the world if y’all would each take on one or two airport guys a month.”
Men may not realize how much energy dealing with sexism on a regular basis actually takes. If more did what Scarsella’s colleague did—speak up for a woman without speaking over her when a man exhibits sexist behavior—it would make life so much easier for half the population.
But know in advance chivalrous men that since she is an ugly feminist she carefully rejects ever feeling gratitude. She clarifies that her post is strictly focused on nagging men, and should not be mistaken as praise for men who do as she demands (emphasis mine):
The ease with which my new friend expressed his priorities signaled a long term, practiced commitment to not only holding them in his mind but to embodying them as well. I wish I encountered this more often. My new friend shouldn’t get accolades. I’m not writing this to praise him or put him in some kind of weird male savior position. His priorities should be normal and interrupting sexism should be mundane. But they’re not, so. Here we are.
Larry Kummer, Editor of Fabius Maximus caught an example of Dalrock’s Law of Feminism that I had missed.
Dalrock’s Law of Feminism: “Feminism is the assertion that men are evil and naturally want to harm women, followed by pleas to men to solve all of women’s problems.” {Example here.} But this is taking it to a mad extreme. What lays this responsibility on men to protect women from the consequences of their actions? Do they at least get cab fare at Uber rates for this service?
“Taking a drunk girl home, not to have sex with her but to make sure she gets there safely, is not the difference between a boy and a man; it is the difference between the perpetrator of a violent crime and an averagely decent, law-abiding human being.”
No, it is the difference between a criminal and a saint. Few people, men or women, go to such lengths to help strangers. Especially as this involves the risk of a sexual assault charge from the drunk, perhaps crazy or criminal, woman (such false accusations are common) – whose home he has entered while she was drunk.
Jenny Erikson’s colleague Wendy Robinson at Cafe Mom has created a savings account preparing for her daughter’s special day. No, not her wedding, her divorce:
I’m so convinced that every woman should have money that would give her the freedom to walk away from a bad relationship, that I’m already starting to save for my daughter. She’s no where near needing it yet, but some day she might.
On a related note, from The Political HEAT (H/T Red Pill Latecomer): Proud Single Mom January Jones: Father Figure Would Be Toxic For My Son
It’s good to have strong women around a man. To teach him to respect women. He doesn’t have a male person in his life saying ‘don’t cry’ or ‘you throw like a girl.’ All those sh**ty things dads accidentally do.
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I just don’t feel I need a partner. Do I want one? Maybe. But I don’t feel unhappy or lonely. It would have to be someone so amazing that I would want to make room. Someone who would contribute to my happiness and not take away from it.
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I want a manly man in flannel, with a beard and an axe. But then there’s always something wrong with him. Like he’s a Republican.
Where have all of the good men gone? Don’t their fathers raise them to be real men? All she wants is an old school manly lumberjack who is a sensitive new age guy, a man who chops down trees with his bare hands and then cries at sunsets while eating dolphin safe tuna. Is that too much to ask?
Edit: I think I’ve found her ideal man. H/T Instapundit.