And if you didn't see VoxDay/Theodore Beale's thread on the topic, enjoy. That's where a lot of the men in the latter part of the comment thread came from.
While his total and utter bullshit at the beginning was starting to get me pissed off, I just had to bust out laughing when just following the suggestion that your blog was an "attempt to justify the "look at me, look at me" behavior" he rolls right into how awesome his Barnes' and Nobles signing was and that he weightlifts. And just incase he has any credibility as an intelligent person he ends the post with 'You're Ugly Nener Nener Nener.'
A bunch of dudes named like megabozz and bix nood and probably bloodfart* and stuff said you're not pretty enough and that maybe they wouldn't put the booties on you! Now you have to quit your blog and probably your job and stuff, because what even would be the point anymore?
I always assumed Vox Day was a douche because he was a libertarian who writes for WorldNetDaily but I didn't realize quite how douchey he was until now.
And if you didn't see VoxDay/Theodore Beale's thread on the topic, enjoy. That's where a lot of the men in the latter part of the comment thread came from.
Some of those comments make me want to claw my eyes out ...
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“The greatest way to live with honor in this world is to be what we pretend to be.”
I was looking for a picture of that dapperest of young men Arlo Weiner, son of Mad Men creator Matthew Weiner, whose awesome sense of style inspired this post, to taunt lisarea with in another thrad because the pics in that old post are broken when I encountered this blog entry responding to the same article about Arlo that I had posted about. So just to be clear here, we're talking about an 8-year-old boy who has the unmitigated gall to dress with a flair that would put the Artful Dodger, Austin Powers, Frank Sinatra and Beau Brummel to shame. The blogger's reaction to Arlo's entirely brilliant explanation of his fashion choices is this:
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Listen, I don't like making fun of kids (publicly, anyway). And I appreciate kids who embrace individualism. But Jesus, man. Don't let your third-grader be a foppish dandy. Little boys are supposed to like dinosaurs, ninjas, explosions, and beating up girls. (Eventually they grow out of beating up girls. Hopefully.)
Of course that departure point sets off comments that are shockingly, casually hateful.
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My guess is that’s one girl who won't grow out of getting beat up.
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"I love my dead gay son. Well, he’s not actually dead yet, but I am sure one of his classmates will take care of that soon enough."
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I can't decide if he's more like Martin Prince from “The Simpsons” or Pip from “South Park”. Either way, I hate him.
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Arlo Wiener? More like Swallow Wiener amirite amirite? hello is this thing on?
All of this because of the fabrics and colors, basically. It's not like Arlo is wearing a dress or traditionally female garb. He's wearing pants and sports jackets and bow ties, but even that's just too far out of the gender and sexuality box and thus the gender police pile beatings and future murder on an 8 year old.
And another thing. Notice how jumbled up gender and sexuality are in the haters' minds. They seem to be proponents of a boys = this, girls = that binary, and yet, they interchangeably use gay and woman as insults. So which is it? If gender and sexuality are clear-cut and easily defined by genitals and societal requirements of dress, play, violence, etc., then why can't you even box him in consistently?
I appreciate kids who embrace individualism. But Jesus, man. Don't let your third-grader be a foppish dandy. Little boys are supposed to like dinosaurs, ninjas, explosions, and beating up girls.
So you appreciate individuality but only if it's not individual?
I appreciate kids who embrace individualism. But Jesus, man. Don't let your third-grader be a foppish dandy. Little boys are supposed to like dinosaurs, ninjas, explosions, and beating up girls.
So you appreciate individuality but only if it's not individual?
I especially love that last item. The household I grew up in, you'd better have a damned unimpeachable reason if someone found out you struck a girl, like she was actively trying to cut you with a steak knife or something. And there better be witnesses. Seriously, shit hit the fan. Little boys are supposed to like beating up girls? Where the fuck did that guy grow up?
I can honestly say that I have never, upon encountering an eight year old child, idly or maliciously or compulsively speculated or fantasized about that child engaging in sexual activities, either at the current time or at any point in the future.
I just had to bust out laughing when just following the suggestion that your blog was an "attempt to justify the "look at me, look at me" behavior" he rolls right into how awesome his Barnes' and Nobles signing was and that he weightlifts. And just incase he has any credibility as an intelligent person he ends the post with 'You're Ugly Nener Nener Nener.'
The last time I saw a pic of Vox Day, he looked like Mackie Messer in the Studio 54 revival of The Threepenny Opera. Hardly the kind of person to be critiquing the appearance of other people, nor to be putting himself forward as an ideal.
I appreciate kids who embrace individualism. But Jesus, man. Don't let your third-grader be a foppish dandy. Little boys are supposed to like dinosaurs, ninjas, explosions, and beating up girls.
Dinosaurs? Check!
Ninjas? Check!
Explosions? Cool! ... er ... Check!
Beating Up Girls? Whaaat?
What little boys think that beating up girls is fun? I can remember thinking that girls might have cooties once upon a time, but I can honestly say that I never, ever thought I might want to try beating any up.
What's more, though I knew a few other little boys who thought girls were icky and that they might give you some horrible (but unspecified) disease if they kissed you or something, I can honestly say that I cannot recall any of the boys I hung out with ever suggesting that it would in any way be a good or enjoyable thing to beat up any girls.
What kind of future psychopaths did this guy hang out with as a kid?
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“The greatest way to live with honor in this world is to be what we pretend to be.”
On a vaguely related note, I was glancing through HuffingtonPost earlier and happened upon an article about Emma Watson. It quotes her as saying that guys are intimidated by her, and she's apparently lamenting that she doesn't have a dating life.
Most of the comments on the article were neutral or supportive, but a few ... weren't. Some posters seemed to leap to the conclusion that she must be stuck-up and/or egomaniacal to say such things.
I dunno. I can easily see the average college guy figuring: "She's famous, rich, and renowned for her beauty -- why would she even want to talk to some nobody like me?". It might be saying more about the insecurity of the average teenage male, but it doesn't seem at all unlikely to me that most guys would find someone like her to be quite intimidating.
On the other hand, one poster pointed out: "So if she's interested in some guy, why doesn't she ask him out?". A fair question. Except, of course, if most guys are intimidated by her, how does she have a decent conversation with a guy and thus get to know him well-enough to decide he might be someone she'd like to get to know better?
One suspects that some guys will seek her out because she's rich and famous. These guys probably aren't worth her time, though.
Some suggested that because she's a celebrity, she has no right to complain. But I don't really like that argument. Sure, she has gained an awful lot due to her celebrity, but I don't see that being a celebrity means you have no right to privacy, or that you have no right to expect people to treat you as a human being. Besides, she was what? 8 or so when she made the first Harry Potter movie? It's not as if she could have been expected to know at the time what would come of it.
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“The greatest way to live with honor in this world is to be what we pretend to be.”
When I was a pre-teen and my mom was in night school, she'd sometimes take me with her and let me audit a session of one of her classes, especially this one women's studies class she took me to because of feminism.
So we watched this film someone made that was a social experiment where they had a man holding a toddler in the park, and the story was he was babysitting, he pretended he didn't know the gender. Moms and other people would come by and be like, "oh cute! how old?" etc like people do, but when they would ask "boy or girl" he would be like, "I don't know" and their minds were blown.
That was forever ago and I still remember how unnerved I was by people's reactions. Like people would want to check and they would start getting physical with the guy and the baby and he had to be like "wow, hey, back off!" and stuff. And they would rage out like "how can you not know?! I must know!"
I thought about this poast when I got this e-mail this morning, inviting me to a babby shower, since this is an office. It went out to the whole division, so probably at least 40-50 people, including random interns like me who have been here for all of a month. I reproduce it here exactly as it is in the e-mail, with names changed.
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Herp and Derpina are expecting,
and they’re making us wait
to see who arrives
on their due date!
Come guess the sex
of this bundle of joy –
we're all excited be it
a girl or a boy!
wtffffffff weird
I have no idea who these people are, so I'm thinking about going to the party and trying to get a game started where we guess the sexual orientation of the babby, because hey, this is my business.
ETA: I checked the distribution list. Over 90 people.
It totally is your business, you should absolutely go and start guessing all sorts of things that are also your business...guess the IQ! Guess the adult BMI!