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Crazy, Life, and Sex: antifemalesoci... Q 2 Follow Romanticising womanhood is not good for men. In fact, it is an insult. You cannot claim to accept you are inferior on one hand and then perform mental gymnastics in order to make yourself feel better about that. You will ultimately end up kidding yourself that you are, somehow, quietly equal, and that is itself offensive to mankind; you are not, and never will be, equal to men by any stretch of the imagination. Anything else is fantasy. Taking joy in being a good woman i:s wonderful. Taking pride in being a woman, for any reason, is not. Remember that all of your achievements, progress and joy in life come only as a result of male guidance, control and assertiveness. Remind yourself how lost you would be without it. The instrument does not gain praise after a great orchestra; the composer does It is this tendency which partly creates the need for strict boundaries and regular discipline. Whether or not you think you are good enough to believe comforting lies and remain a good woman is immaterial. You are not capable of knowing that for sure, ever. Remember this during discipline. Remember it always dr0pacid: roastedoranges: yallarewild: dr0pacid: shameshack: it is with a heavy heart that i must announce that antifemalesociety is at it again @yallarewild this is a whole new type of crazy i’m gonna mcfucking lose it Hi quick question what kind of motive was this guy trying to make while writing this His page is about some sort of anti woman “movement” as he calls it. Where women should be put in cages and submissive to man, not viewed as human. Just as sex slaves and means to an end with breeding. It’s really disgusting.
Crazy, Life, and Sex: antifemalesoci... Q 2 Follow
 Romanticising womanhood is not good for
 men. In fact, it is an insult. You cannot claim to
 accept you are inferior on one hand and then
 perform mental gymnastics in order to make
 yourself feel better about that. You will
 ultimately end up kidding yourself that you are,
 somehow, quietly equal, and that is itself
 offensive to mankind; you are not, and never
 will be, equal to men by any stretch of the
 imagination. Anything else is fantasy.
 Taking joy in being a good woman i:s
 wonderful. Taking pride in being a woman, for
 any reason, is not. Remember that all of your
 achievements, progress and joy in life come
 only as a result of male guidance, control and
 assertiveness. Remind yourself how lost you
 would be without it. The instrument does not
 gain praise after a great orchestra; the
 composer does
 It is this tendency which partly creates the
 need for strict boundaries and regular
 discipline. Whether or not you think you are
 good enough to believe comforting lies and
 remain a good woman is immaterial. You are
 not capable of knowing that for sure, ever.
 Remember this during discipline. Remember it
 always
dr0pacid:

roastedoranges:

yallarewild:

dr0pacid:

shameshack:

it is with a heavy heart that i must announce that antifemalesociety is at it again

@yallarewild this is a whole new type of crazy

i’m gonna mcfucking lose it 

Hi quick question what kind of motive was this guy trying to make while writing this

His page is about some sort of anti woman “movement” as he calls it. Where women should be put in cages and submissive to man, not viewed as human. Just as sex slaves and means to an end with breeding. It’s really disgusting.

dr0pacid: roastedoranges: yallarewild: dr0pacid: shameshack: it is with a heavy heart that i must announce that antifemalesociety is at...

Beautiful, Books, and Children: Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!" All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose d until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find on him, he would stand there, getting soake One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time l got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling I must be hurting him terribly I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com srsfunny:Everyone Was Warned Not To Touch Him
Beautiful, Books, and Children: Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew
 who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.
 Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating
 garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of
 these things combined with a life spent outside had
 their effect on Ugly
 To start with, he had only one eye, and where the
 other should have been was a gaping hole. He was
 also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot
 has appeared to have been badly broken at one
 time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making
 him look like he was always turning the corner. His
 tail has long since been lost, leaving only the
 smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and
 twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby
 striped-type, except for the sores covering his head,
 neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.
 Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same
 reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!"
 All the children were warned not to touch him, the
 adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted
 him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut
 his paws in the door when he would not leave
 Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the
 hose d
 until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at
 him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in
 forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would
 come running meowing frantically and bump his
 head against their hands, begging for their love. If
 you ever picked him up he would immediately begin
 suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could
 find
 on him, he would stand there, getting soake
 One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors
 huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was
 badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his
 screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time l
 got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's
 sad life was almost at an end
 Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back
 twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the
 white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked
 him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him
 wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling
 I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
 Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on
 my ear Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and
 obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled
 him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my
 hand with his head, then he turned his one golden
 eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound
 of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly
 battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little
 affection, perhaps some compassion
 At that moment I thought Ugly was the most
 beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never
 once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to
 get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just
 looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve
 his pain
 Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I
 sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking
 about how one scarred, deformed little stray could
 so alter my opinion about what it means to have
 true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly
 Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion
 than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show
 specials ever could, and for that I will always be
 thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I
 was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to
 move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give
 my total to those I cared for.
 Many people want to be richer, more successful,
 well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to
 be Ugly
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
srsfunny:Everyone Was Warned Not To Touch Him

srsfunny:Everyone Was Warned Not To Touch Him

Baby, It's Cold Outside, Christmas, and Definitely: I don't think any more people need to record Baby It's Cold Outside. I think we're good there teachingwithcoffee It's time to bring an end to the Rape Anthem Masquerading As Christmas Caral bigbutterandeggman Hi there! Former English nerd/teacher here. Also a big fan of jazz of the 30s and 40s So. Here's the thing. Given a cursory glance and applying today's worldview to the song. yes, you're right, it absolutely 'sounds' like a rape anthem. BUTI Let's look closerl "Hey what's in this drink" was a stock joke at the time, and the punchline was invariably that there's actually pretty much nothing in the drink, not even a significant amount of alcohol. See, this woman is staying late, unchaperoned at a dude's house. In the 1940's, that's the kind of thing Good Girls aren't supposed to do - and she wants people to think she's a good girl. The woman in the song says outright, multiple times, that what other people will think of her staying is what she's really concerned about: the neighbors might think," "my maiden aunt's mind is vicious," "there's bound to be talk tomorrow." But she's having a really good time and she wants to stay, and so she is excusing her uncharacteristically bold behavior (either to the guy or to herself) by blaming it on the drink - unaware that the drink is actually really weak maybe not even alcoholic at all. That's the joke. That is the standard joke that's going on when a woman in media from the early-to-mid 20th century says "hey, what's in this drink?" It is not a joke about how she's drunk and about to be raped. It's a joke about how she's perfectly sober and about to have awesome consensual sex and use the drink for plausible deniability because she's living in a society where women aren't supposed to have sexual agency Basically, the song only makes sense in the ext of a society in which women are expected to reject men's advances whether they actually want to or not, and therefore it's normal and expected for a lady's gentleman companion to pressure her despite her protests because he knows she would have to say that whether or not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay she won't be able to justify doing so unless he offers her an excuse other than "I'm staying because I want to." (That's the main theme of the man's lines in the song suggesting excuses she can use when people ask later why she spent the night at his house: it was so cold out, there were no cabs available, he simply insisted because he was concerned about my safety in such awful weather, it was perfectly innocent and definitely not about sex at all!) In this particular case, he's pretty clearly right, because the woman has a voice, and she's using it to give all the culturally- understood signals that she actually does want to stay but can't say so. She states explicitly that she's resisting because she's supposed to, not because she wants to: "l ought to say no no no..." She states explicitly that she's just putting up a token resistance so she'll be able to claim later that she did what's expected of a decent woman in this situation: "at least I'm oonna sav that I tried. And at the end of the that she's resisting because she's supposed to not because she wants to: "l ought to say no no no..." She states explicitly that she's just putting up a token resistance so she' ll be able to claim later that she did what's expected of a decent woman in this situation: "at least I'm gonna say thatI tried." And at the end of the song they're singing together, in harmony because they're both on the same page and they have been all along. So it's not actually a song about rape in fact it's a song about a woman finding a way to exercise sexual agency in a patriarchal society designed to stop her from doing so. But it's also, at the same time, one of the best llustrations of rape culture that pop culture has ever produced. It's a song about a society where women aren't allowed to say yes...which happens to mean it's also a society where women don't have a clear and unambiguous way to say no. Source:matchinovnecks #baby it's cold outside #not about rape #30 tired of having to explain this one 196,155 notes "C But Baby It’s Cold
Baby, It's Cold Outside, Christmas, and Definitely: I don't think any more people
 need to record Baby It's Cold
 Outside. I think we're good there
 teachingwithcoffee
 It's time to bring an end to the Rape Anthem
 Masquerading As Christmas Caral
 bigbutterandeggman
 Hi there! Former English nerd/teacher here. Also
 a big fan of jazz of the 30s and 40s
 So. Here's the thing. Given a cursory glance
 and applying today's worldview to the song.
 yes, you're right, it absolutely 'sounds' like a
 rape anthem.
 BUTI Let's look closerl
 "Hey what's in this drink" was a stock joke at
 the time, and the punchline was invariably that
 there's actually pretty much nothing in the drink,
 not even a significant amount of alcohol.
 See, this woman is staying late, unchaperoned
 at a dude's house. In the 1940's, that's the kind
 of thing Good Girls aren't supposed to do -
 and she wants people to think she's a good girl.
 The woman in the song says outright, multiple
 times, that what other people will think of her
 staying is what she's really concerned about:
 the neighbors might think," "my maiden aunt's
 mind is vicious," "there's bound to be talk
 tomorrow." But she's having a really good time
 and she wants to stay, and so she is excusing
 her uncharacteristically bold behavior (either to
 the guy or to herself) by blaming it on the drink
 - unaware that the drink is actually really weak
 maybe not even alcoholic at all. That's the joke.
 That is the standard joke that's going on when a
 woman in media from the early-to-mid 20th
 century says "hey, what's in this drink?" It is not
 a joke about how she's drunk and about to be
 raped. It's a joke about how she's perfectly
 sober and about to have awesome consensual
 sex and use the drink for plausible deniability
 because she's living in a society where women
 aren't supposed to have sexual agency
 Basically, the song only makes sense in the
 ext of a society in which women are
 expected to reject men's advances whether
 they actually want to or not, and therefore it's
 normal and expected for a lady's gentleman
 companion to pressure her despite her protests
 because he knows she would have to say that
 whether or not she meant it, and if she really
 wants to stay she won't be able to justify doing
 so unless he offers her an excuse other than
 "I'm staying because I want to." (That's the
 main theme of the man's lines in the song
 suggesting excuses she can use when people
 ask later why she spent the night at his house: it
 was so cold out, there were no cabs available,
 he simply insisted because he was concerned
 about my safety in such awful weather, it was
 perfectly innocent and definitely not about sex
 at all!) In this particular case, he's pretty clearly
 right, because the woman has a voice, and
 she's using it to give all the culturally-
 understood signals that she actually does want
 to stay but can't say so. She states explicitly
 that she's resisting because she's supposed to,
 not because she wants to: "l ought to say no no
 no..." She states explicitly that she's just
 putting up a token resistance so she'll be able
 to claim later that she did what's expected of a
 decent woman in this situation: "at least I'm
 oonna sav that I tried. And at the end of the
 that she's resisting because she's supposed to
 not because she wants to: "l ought to say no no
 no..." She states explicitly that she's just
 putting up a token resistance so she' ll be able
 to claim later that she did what's expected of a
 decent woman in this situation: "at least I'm
 gonna say thatI tried." And at the end of the
 song they're singing together, in harmony
 because they're both on the same page and
 they have been all along.
 So it's not actually a song about rape in fact
 it's a song about a woman finding a way to
 exercise sexual agency in a patriarchal society
 designed to stop her from doing so. But it's
 also, at the same time, one of the best
 llustrations of rape culture that pop culture has
 ever produced. It's a song about a society
 where women aren't allowed to say yes...which
 happens to mean it's also a society where
 women don't have a clear and unambiguous
 way to say no.
 Source:matchinovnecks #baby it's cold outside
 #not about rape
 #30 tired of having to explain this one
 196,155 notes
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