For some reason, I have been living without decent computer speakers. I have good headphones for my IPod, but I only use them when I'm out in public and don't mind appearing anti-social. It seems silly to put them on when I'm in my own house, not to mention I dislike being tethered to my computer. I've just been listening to the most godawful tinny quality of sound for years without realizing how much I was missing. The other day my girlfriend insisted I buy a pair of nice little Bose speakers. I plugged them in and it was like listening to all my favorite artists for the first time. I've been on a binge re-familiarizing myself with my own ITunes Library, especially the songs of Gillian Welch.
Has anyone seen "The Mask You Live In?" It's not available on Netflix yet, but I'm definitely looking forward to watching it when I get the chance. (Christina Hoff Sommers didn't like it much, BTW; here's a link to her Timereview although without even seeing the documentary, it's pretty clear she deliberately missed its point.) It's made by the same directors as Miss Representation (which I highly recommend if you haven't already seen it). Speaking of Ms. Sommers, I also recommend mancheeze's post on her relationship with AVfM.
IF WE HATED WOMEN WE WOULD ALL BE FUCKING FAGGOTS.
Dude, chill out!
Mr. Sploosh has no clue how much he reveals about himself in this excited little tweet. People who are confident about their own sexuality do not scream about it in public (or share explicit details of their marital hijinks in their blogs). Most of the straight guys I'm friends with are downright circumspect about their own sex lives, and appear to be fairly indifferent to the sex lives of others (I concede they may just be putting a lid on it when I'm around).*
As followers of the "manosphere" are well aware, misogyny goes hand in hand with bigotry of every stripe, including homophobia. The New Misogynists loathe any behavior that violates traditional (heteronormative) gender roles. Their reaction goes well beyond "disapproval" or mild distaste. Gender variance in any form seems to incite their hatred. Furthermore, they return to this subject again and again, the leit-motif that runs throughout the 'sphere. Why are they obsessed with tez gayz? There have been several studies that suggest that men who are "homophobic" are more likely to be sexually aroused by gay porn. I'm not surprised. All my life, whenever I have run across a man who was vociferously homophobic or transphobic, I always suspected he was compensating for a sense of inadequacy, or telegraphing ambivalence regarding his own sexual orientation. And it's always been a huge turn off, on a visceral level, because those men usually revealed themselves to be complete ass-holes with women as well.
*Although I wish I had a nickel for every woman I know
married to a cross-dresser who feels compelled to assure me, "I'm not a
lesbian!"
I thought I'd seen it all when the manosphereans started spinning Elliot Rodger as a feminist.
Now Steve Sailer at VDare wants to persuade us that Elliot Rodger's intention to murder sorority girls was really a "race crime" against white folks, specifically against blonde white folks.
"UCSB is less than 40%
white among undergrads, but that still makes it The Blond School by UC
standards. For example, UC Irvine down in the Beach Boys’ Orange County
is only 17.5% white. So, targeting for slaughter this sorority is an
extremely intentional racial hate crime. But how much do you think we’re
going to hear about that? As Sapir and Whorf might have said, if a term doesn't exist in our vocabulary, it’s hard to think about the concept."
Or, as Sapir and Whorf "might have said," Just because you invent "a concept" doesn't mean it has any bearing in objective reality, you moron.(And also, fuck you for using that Beach Boys song, which up until now has only conjured in my head cheerful images of sun, surfing, sand, and bikinis.)
I have to admit, while I don't necessarily believe "Blondes have more fun," neither have I worried about being targeted for violence because of my hair color. And when it comes to Being Blonde in America, I speak with the authority of experience. I am a natural blue eyed blonde, have been all my life, and my partner is a natural blue eyed blonde as well. (Well, at least we were until age stripped the melanin from our crowning glories, along with the last vestiges of our youthful beauty.)
Now we regret that our paths did not converge earlier in our life journeys, when we were still at our reproductive peaks, so that we could have fulfilled our duties to the Aryan race by creating more blondes, that precious subset of human diversity who are so perilously close to extinction! (Although to be candid, it's me who's the race traitor; she has, in fact, produced a small army militia of tow-headed grandbabies.)
Apparently, saving the blonde gene demands organized political action, and we know what that means: $$$. Fortunately, it's not too late to make a tax-deductible contribution. Peter Bigelow (and his infant daughter) are in immediate need of $30,000 or else:
"Our advisers insist that the only way websites get donations is to block access to readers completely."
Now, while you're considering how generous you want to be, here's a fun fact: Did you know that all blue eyed people share a common ancestor? The mutation occurred relatively recently in human history. Maybe that is why my partner and I have always felt such a strong sense of, uhm, sorority.
Matt Forney tries to smear another female journalist, and not only does hilarity fail to ensue*, only his fan boys are apt to notice.
I am heartened to see mainstream media is picking up on the story of how online misogyny not only reflects, but also generates, the toxic undercurrents of misogyny that persist in our culture.
Caitlin Dewey of The Washington Post has written an excellent report "inside the manosphere," with particular attention to some of its most odious and notorious players. Their response has been to resurrect their favorite form of retaliation, a Google-able character assassination in which Forney has the gall to accuse Dewey of "libel" because she identifies Forney as a "professional Internet troll" and compares Roosh and Forney to Fred Phelps. (Actually, the WBC arguably had more integrity than the New Misogynists since they were at least willing to challenge their opponents face-to-face. Forney or Roosh, on the other hand, would probably wet their pants if they ran into me in a hotel lobby.)
"This is despite the fact that neither Roosh nor I engage in
illegal activity, encourage others to break the law, or write about
anything other than masculine self-improvement."
Actually, I am pretty sure that soliciting speed on twitter or teaching men how to get away with rape might fall into the category of "illegal activity." Oops, am I being libelous? See you in court, baby!
Anyway, trying to destroy a woman's reputation online only "works" if the woman you are attacking has no online presence or professional reputation to speak of... and even then, it doesn't really work, does it? (After all, I'm still here, and the only thing it succeeded in doing was to triple my readership and (gasp!)increase my self-esteem.) Meanwhile, I'm feeling in very good company... Thanks, Caitlin!
* Forney just loves this tagline, which he shamelessly stole from Tucker Max -- whom he then rags on about for being a "plagiarist."
I teach remedial English to students in a community college who are not native speakers. They are mostly international students from Asia or Saudi Arabia, with a scattering of immigrants from the former Soviet Union, Ethiopia/Eritrea, or Mexico. Today, when I overheard some of the "residents" chatting about the Elliot Rodger's case before class began, I was inspired to throw out my lesson plan du jour and focus on the sad story that has been so much in the news. I am always looking for those "teaching moments," always cognizant that people remember best that which is emotionally arousing, and... I was honestly interested in their opinions.
Had they watched Elliot Rodger's "retribution" video? A Russian woman confessed she had not, but her mother in Ukraine had e-mailed her about the story. She squirmed uncomfortably at the prospect of watching the video. (She is a young widow with an adolescent son.) Ad hoc, I hastily scrawled three questions for students to discuss in groups after they'd watched the video: 1. Why was Elliot Rodger angry?
2. Was Elliot Rodger "sane" or "insane" (according to the legal definition of being responsible for his own actions)?
3. What could have prevented this tragedy?
Then, courtesy of Youtube, I played the video. The students watched with apparent interest. Rodger spoke slowly and dramatically, so he wasn't hard to understand, although I quickly realized that "slaughter" and "slay" were probably not within my students' lexicon and had to stop the video to define these verbs.
When Rodger spoke about how his virginity at age 22 was "a crime," many of my Chinese male students began to giggle uncontrollably. The notion that their own (probable) virginities constituted "crimes" that merited punishment of the female sex was thoroughly risible to them. What was Rodger's problem? He was good-looking, he was rich, his dad worked in Hollywood... In short, his complaints were ludicrous. Elliot Roger was living exactly the "student lifestyle" they could only dream of. The middle eastern students put the blame on Rodger's family. Clearly, his parents had not exerted sufficient control over, or provided adequate nurturing of, this wayward son. They also speculated that Rodger had been exploited by girls who were only after his money. One Saudi student astutely pointed out that it wasn't "sex" Rodger yearned for; it was love. The North African refugees viewed the issue mostly in terms of gun control. Why had Rodger been permitted to own a gun? Would their own children ever be safe in a country that allowed anyone to obtain firearms? Some of the students thought Rodger was both "crazy" and "sane." In other words, while only a mentally disturbed person would do what he had done, he should have been held accountable for his actions in a court of law (had he lived). I let this slide because I myself cannot reconcile the inherent contradiction between the "intuitive" and "legal" definitions of "sanity." The student from Cameroon was very skeptical that Rodger had killed himself; he was certain that the police must have shot him on the spot.
Only one lone Korean girl ventured that Rodger had been motivated by a sense of masculine entitlement. She didn't use that exact language, but her message was clear: "He kill because he think all girl must love him."
I have such a small readership (I like to think of it as very select of course) that when I get even a modest uptick in hits, I'm curious. I noticed a couple of days ago that I was getting referrals from a blog called "Just4Guys," which I had until now never read (although I have to say, How cute is that name, "Just4Guys"?) Of course I popped over for a look-see. The referral was from a comment regarding the Elliot Rodger story; someone had posted a link to my own initial response two days ago. Nothing scary or dramatic in the comment, just one of several "feminist" links that had brought a couple dozen viewers my way. Today I note that Obsidian, the webmaster of "Just4Guys," was pretty unhappy about a change.org petition that has been started to protest A Voice For Men's plan to hold its First International Conference at the downtown Detroit Doubletree Inn in June.
How did this event escape my notice? I briefly considered registering on the spot. This would be, after all, a rare chance to get up close and personal with the MRM Grand Pooh-bah (and MC of My Nightmares) Paul Elam himself. Imagine the thrill of accidentally-on-purpose brushing bellies with Dean Esmay in the bar after a stirring workshop on grass-roots activism. Would Karen be there? Cuz I'd love to buy Girl Writes What a drink! What about John the Otter -- what would he look like after a couple of dry martinis, or three? And don't these sorts of affairs always hold a Disco Night? What fun that would be, boogying down into the wee hours with Atilla Vinczer and the young studs of CAFE!
I can't say that a weekend in Detroit is on my bucket list, but the price of admission certainly accommodates my modest budget.
The event is only a month away. Here's a link to the petition, which has of this moment gotten over 1000 signatures. Here's the link to Doubletree / Hilton's contact page. My partner and I often stay at Doubletree Inn when we're traveling because they're convenient and offer nice weekend packages. I don't think I'd feel the same about Doubletree after it had hosted AVfM though, despite the paper band across the toilet seats reassuring me "has been sanitized for your protection."
