I found it posted here.
Well, before reading in the gendersphere, I often would hear motivational phrases like “Attitude Is Everything.” Of course attitude only gets you so far, you’ve gotta know what your doing. A good attitude might be helpful on an entry level job but I don’t know that’ll make you a better brain surgeon. That is to say there is a point where “fake it to make it” won’t work–either you can get sh*t done or ya can’t. So one thing that keeps coming up is the idea that for example, women are in less powerful or high earning positions because of sexism. And, I suppose there could be some truth to that. However, there seems to be a bastardized line of marxist thinking along the lines of an “oppressed class” versus an “oppressor class.”
It would be moronic for me to state that sexism, classism and racism don’t exist. They do, and they seem to cut in more directions than the mainstream narrative portrays. For example, if you simply state that women are the “oppressed class”-how come you see more men successfully committing suicide (that being one endeavor where “failure” is a more favorable outcome.) Now, I’ve seen allot of debates on topics like this. And I think of you are trying to see differences, be they cultural, social or inherent between genders, you might be able to extrapolate useful information. However, I believe simply looking at who has it worse and trying to gain “victim cred” is a futile pursuit. From my point of view, the question should be how to reduce suicide. I guess what I’m trying to state is the the questions should be framed to finding solutions rather than staying stuck on problems and becoming more depressed and bitter.
Now, I am slowly pulling myself away from the misery that is the gendersphere, but every so often I stumble onto a little nugget of wisdom. I think I’ve used this analogy before, but I’ll use it again. Reading in the gendershphere is like searching for a nugget of gold in a sewer with festering open wounds. Now, this comment by Adi was one of those nuggets of gold:
“…Once you’ve been fed the idea that you’re part of an oppressed group, regardless of how true or false, you will always have that little voice in your head. Whenever you have a setback (and everyone aiming high has many of these), that voice comes out saying “see? I told you that you can’t make it because you’re oppressed.”
In other words, even if you’re part of an oppressed group, you’re still more likely to succeed if you act and think as if you aren’t oppressed…”
Of course it is beneficial to know areas in your life where you may be discriminated against, there is also a great case to be made for going for it. So, for example, I don’t trust the cops one bit. I’m extra cautious late at night, you won’t find me stumbling drunk from a bar at two in the morning. However, if I am out and about at that hour, I’ll be alert, aware and in tip top shape. So, maybe it’s better to look at your life more like a card player. You’ve got certain “opportunities” by the hand you’ve been dealt. After that, it’s on you to play that hand as good as you can. In the long run, I think the whole “derailing for dummies”/”privilege” crowd will hold you back from what you are truly capable of….
Well, the PUAtards tell me:
I’m a keyboard jockey who can’t get laid…..
The Inmalafide racists tell me:
I’m so pathetic I couldn’t get laid in a whorehouse with a and full of $50’s…
The femanazi’s tell me:
I’m a mansplainin’ whiner nice guy (TM)
The Spearhead weirdoes tell me:
I’m a white knight mangina
The So-Con con-artists tell me:
I need to “man up.”
The lazy elitist Liberals tell me:
I just don’t have the intellect or empathy to “get it.”
they can all go eff themselves 😉
So, I’ve got a new commentor who is apparently a fan of The Disco Biscuits. Now, this is the first time I’ve heard of them but I’m always open to checking out new tunes. So, I’m gonna return the favor and put up some jams this new poster might like….
Well, back in the day I was friends with a guy named “Ryan.” He was a killer guitarist and played in a local Death Metal band. I was really a different sort of person than he was and normally, I suppose it would just be one of those friendships that would kind of fade away. This was when Myspace was getting huge though so I kept in contact with him through that as I had relocated to another town.
He’d phone me up every once in awhile. One time he told me how he moved out of state to hook up with a lady that he met online. Honestly, that seemed kind of creepy to me and still does. Eventually, he got back to me and it didn’t end well. This was long before I knew about men’s rights. He told me she had slapped him around and he couldn’t take it so he left her. I understood the bind he was in because most guys have been raised to never hit a girl no matter what. Still, it was hard to listen to him whine that he missed her. She obviously had a mean streak and he needed to get away.
Anyways, with all his “lady problems,” he still liked to boast about his “notches.” I’m much more aware of things these days and this was obviously status seeking. He’d also make little comments about his being more “experienced” than I was. Whatever, anyone can chase after single moms, fatties and women with a bad temper.
And, somehow at this point, he was always asking about my sister. Well, I never really got along with her. I guess they had hung out a few times.
Fast forward a bit, now I was going back home for the first time in awhile. My dog “Duke” was really sick. These were his final days and I’m glad I got to see him that last time. At one point, I mentioned that I was gonna give Ryan a call. My sister got a bit apprehensive and she said something like “Um, Duke’s really out of it, he can’t have any disturbances. Um, really, uh, if you must hang with Ryan–ask Mom if you can borrow the car and see him somewhere else.” I’m not Mr. Emotional Intelligence but in hindsight, my sister didn’t want anything to do with Ryan. I didn’t get around to calling him, just stayed with Duke and played video games.
After I returned, my mom called me and told me that Duke had been putt to sleep. I gave Ryan a call–he was supposed to be my confidant, right? He had told me about his personal problems. He knew how close I was to Duke even if he thought that Duke was only a dog. So when he picked up the phone, I told him about Duke. He said he knew and that he had talked to my sister. Then he went on to talk about his problems. No condolences, nothing. Just passed the topic up like I lost $50 at a poker game. So he went on whining how his “girlfriend” dumped him. At one point, he revealed that she was married. He talked about all the emotional support he had given her. At this point, I was one part mad and one part bummed out. He was complaining about how a married woman had used him for dick and emotional validation where here I had lost my best friend. The two are not comparable, asshole.
His free therapy session went on for another 20 minutes before I couldn’t take any more and excused myself from his conversation. Anyways, I don’t know if boinking a married woman is ethical, I haven’t kept up on my Plato, Aristotle, Kant, Nietzsche and Machiavelli enough to tell 😉 I do know that a man in such a situation is at the disadvantage if he wants a “relationship.” Just like the old blues songs, he is a Back Door Man. hehehe, yeah, I suppose there is a different meaning for that these days just like Led Zep’s “In Through the Out Door.” So, yeah as Myspace started dying off, I didn’t jump onto the Facebook craze. I don’t have time for fake friends. After the call ended, I erased his number from my phone, deleted him from Myspace and never spoke to him again. Goddamn, I miss Duke….
well, I must have a masochistic streak, cause when I’m not checking out more of the misandry the femanazi’s try to pass off under the bait and switch of “equality” then I’ll check out the manosphere with all the white power bigots and tough guy meatheads….
Anyways, FB must want to be Dear Abby cause he wrote Advice for Young Men.
and as those things go, there is a list, and the commentors had their little lists too
So, here’s my little list:
1) Listen to thrash
2) Go mountainbiking
3) Don’t drink beer at bars, it’s overpriced
4) if someone tells you to “man up”-laugh in their face
5) your dog is your best friend, everyone else is just interested in what utility you can provide
6) if it pisses off the neo nazi’s AND the feminazi’s-it’s probably a good thing
7) start a blog-even if you keep it hidden by password, writing makes your ideas clearer
8) don’t listen to lists that tell you how to live your life
The prole king salutes you!
Some say reading can make you smarter. It might give you new ideas and even expand your vocabulary. I suppose it is like adding programs and files to a computer. I guess you could argue that the computer’s processing speed is more like intelligence. So, how might you go about upping the processor that is your brain?
Win Wenger suggests you go to a swimming pool and submerge yourself underwater until you can stay under for 2-3 minutes. –Now, as a responsible blogger, I gotta say you should check with your doctor first and make sure there is a lifeguard in the vicinity. He also suggests Image Streaming. It basically involves using your “mind’s eye” to “see” something then describing it in great detail to another person or into a tape recorder. –I wonder if magic mushrooms would be advisable for this “experiment.”
The question an inquisitive mind might ask is if you’ve actually gotten smarter or just better at the specific game. Perhaps you’ve gotta change it up a bit and throw in some Tetris or some Sudoku.
Well, when I was small, I’d watch cartoons where the future would involve space ships….
I thought I’d drive a jet to work and take a vacation on the moon.
Ironically, the space shuttle was retired not too long ago….
Osama is fish food and gas is $4 a gallon. So Prez. O’Bummer, where’s our space program? I suppose a space program seems pretentious when tons of people don’t even have health insurance. Since Osama is fish food, what are we doing in the middle east again? Letting nutcases with PTSD shoot up little kids who didn’t hurt the poor souls slaughtered on 9/11. So, Dick Rommel or whoever is the next douchbag to run this country (into the ground)–where’s our space program? Sure, everyone’s got a cellphone and internet access but this isn’t the future I imagined.
So we have our Hubble telescope which should function until 2014 or so. So who are we gonna ask to launch the next one? hehe are we gonna give the Soviets a few thousand cases of vodka to launch it? That’s if those bastards in Congress even have the money left over after giving all their corporate butt buddies our tax money. Remember OUR TAX MONEY. So, crappy US government-where’s our space program? Remember dreams are made of this—