Hey, given we’ve had approximately one billion articles about how the banking crisis is all down to misplaced machismo, I think we’re justified in pointing out that a disproportionate number of the truly spectacular up-screws seem to involve wimminz.
Interesting: a couple of weeks ago the Daily feMail ran a sob sister piece about discrimination against fat chicks, but I don’t think the response in the comments was what they were expecting.
Yep, turns out that as money gets tighter, people have less tolerance for Brenda Blubberguts at the next desk, pulling in a salary even though she spends the whole day either pigging out or providing a running commentary on this ******** company and the ******* customers and how her ******* job is ******** ***** and that guy down in shipping can go ****** his ****** self if he thinks she’ll ******** do this ******* *****.
Who knew?
But there’s more to it than just Linda Lardy being levered out the door. What is the fatty, after all? She’s the woman who has rejected femininity. She’s turned in her pussy pass and resigned from Team Women. The sisters won’t close ranks and the white nights have hung up their lances. In other words, she’s what feminists have always claimed to want: a women who’s judged on what she brings to the workplace, yet somehow it’s all gone horribly wrong.
There’s a moral in there somewhere.
Hey, have you noticed how all those ‘where are all the good men?’ articles have a whacking great gap in the middle?
We get all that stuff about how the writer had an idyllic childhood in the suburbs with mum and dad, always assumed she’d get married, and how she used to spend hours planning the ceremony, or holding mock weddings for her dollies….
Then Bang! Suddenly we’re told the writer is thirty-eight, it’s all gone horribly wrong and there’s not a good man to be found anywhere. It’s a pity party and you’re all invited.
Here’s my question: what about the bit in the middle? How did she get from there to here?
No, siree Jack, that’s the one thing we never get to hear. An alien reading the MSM could be forgiven for thinking that human females spend the years sixteen to thirty-five in hibernation.
All of which is saying that – absurd grrrrl powah embellishments and all – this is a valuable insight into that bit we’re not meant to talk about.
“There was an absolute disaster in the office last night!” Claire announces: “So I didn’t get home until the early hours and had absolutely no time to think about what to wear!” Bianca smiles. “I wouldn’t worry about that babe,” she replies with a wink. “You’re new to this, but I can tell you that if past experience is anything to go by, it won’t be long until it all comes off again!
Charming!
Now tell me you don’t want to wife up these ladies?
Note too the other insights in this article, like the attempt to ladle on some kind of weird power trip vibe on the whole thing – are we talking sex or a business deal – and the distinctly hypergamous sex ratio. It’s all about career chicks trying to stick it to the man by getting stuck by men (but alphas only need apply).
There’s an important point here, and it’s one socio-cons are particularly prone to miss: living the Slut Life isn’t just bad in itself – though it surely is – it betrays a destructive attitude to men and relationships that no amount of Churchy ‘re-virgination’ will fix.
The writer may as well have pencilled them in then and there for a follow-up interview ten years from now on ‘why oh why won’t men commit’.
Which is the other truth that dare not speak its name. ‘Acceptance that women have needs and desires‘? The MSM rarely talks about anything else. Its men’s needs and desires that they don’t want to talk about. That’s why we have so many articles in which thirty-eight year old Palomas whine about man-boys, when they mean that guys who’d never get an invite to the party unaccountably don’t want to pay top dollar for their worthless slut selves ten years down the line.
Glory be! The Daily feMail runs a report on a guy whose career was ruined by a false allegation of sexism.
Wait.. did I say guy? As if.
Yes, indeed: it’s all fun and games until a woman gets hurt. Then we’re all supposed to be shocked – shocked – to find that women can make bogus allegations with no supporting evidence and have them taken at face value.
Hey, it’s right there in the headline: even the victim was behind Miriam Made-it-up right up until she herself got thrown under the bus. Back when Princess Miriam was merely berating the help everything was fine. If the cameraman didn’t want to put up with foul abuse from an entitled hag, he shouldn’t have so beta, should he?
Note too the corporate spinelessness on show. The BBC folded like a row of tents, hired La Nutso back, then – stop me if you saw this coming – she shived them again anyway by staging a walk out a year later. And appeasement normally works so well!
Far be it from me to ever utter the phrase ‘hire a woman, hire a lawsuit’, but as long as women make heroines out of unhinged sleazes, why would you want to hire them?
Don’t be shocked, but another feminist myth has come off the rails. Yes, indeed, it turns out that if Lehman Brothers had been Lehman Sisters it wouldn’t have gone bust in the same way: it would gone bust much faster.
No wonder these chicks were only getting paid 10c on the Euro…. or whatever the current feminist myth is.
The chief amusement in that report is seeing how desperately the Journalette tries to fit it into the paradigm of female victimhood.
Firstly, those women who have scaled the corporate ladder and smashed through the glass ceiling tend to be less experienced than men in a similar position.
Huh? The whole point is that these bints were fast-tracked to the top. That’s not a ‘glass ceiling’, that’s a pink elevator.
There’s a more general point here, and it explains why women are generally rubbish at business. Young boys dream of slaying dragons, young girls dream of being princesses. While boys want to do important things, girls just want to be important – then they grow up and accept seats on the board despite lacking the skills and experience to actually do anything once they were there. Why wouldn’t they? Women treat a seat on the board as an extension of their childish princess fantasises. Doing stuff isn’t the point, status is everything.
This is certainly true….
It is neither the Internet nor the anonymous commentary it provides that has brought about the ongoing revolution of the male perspective concerning what once used to be known as “the fair sex.” It is, rather, the result of the first generation steeped in feminist propaganda from kindergarten to college graduation reaching an age where their voices are finally being heard. And the voice of the male half of Generation X and those generations following it is a contemptuous one indeed, because many of these men, including some of the most articulate, understand how utterly they were lied to by every authority figure they ever knew concerning the opposite sex.
… but it’s even worse than that.
It’s not just that men have been lied to all their lives, it’s that the liars claim moral sanction for their lying.
Consider one of the feminists favourite bogeymen, the ‘Nice Guy’. Here’s a guy who’s worked hard to build a career and has always treated the women in his life with respect. Fifty years ago he’d be a pillar of the community, now he’s a ‘creeper’ – the severity of the charge apparently requiring the addition of the extra two letters at the end. The very qualities which society told him were virtues not only meant he’s been shafted, they’ve been used to indict him and to justify those who have exploited him. It turns out that nice guys not only finish last, they deserve to because they’re beta/chumps/losers etc.
This is why dad can be banned from any contact with Junior on suspicion that he might commit some unspecified crime at some point in the future. His status as a loving father in and of itself explains why he deserves to be victimised despite not having, actually, y’know, done anything.
This is what Peggy and pals can’t ever acknowledge. Societal discourse isn’t coarsening, society itself is coarsening. It’s the Slut Walkers world now. Meanwhile Peggy – fearless defender of traditional values that she is – would rather stay home and criticise people who are using insensitive language to describe just how screwed we are.
So these guys get chopped, but unis have no problem hosting performances of ‘The Vagina Monologues’ complete with its celebration of lesbian paedophilia.
Of course.
