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FarmVille
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Men: only faggots wipe their asses
Also men: society discriminates against men who smell like shit
Venom Paul
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@Dyn turning out to be a male feminist is extremely grim. It is with no joy I anticipate his his first (female) rape accusation but I will listen and believe purely out of the racist desire to see another black man go to jail.
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To be fair, it's not just moids who feel that way but women, too, especially those that have Attained Enlightenment. "Apolitical" men don't vote because, usually, no particular political platform especially benefits them (in the case of middle class and below) nor especially fucks then over. Men's rights (whatever those would even be lmao) just aren't a political issue the way women's are.
Women that are hesitant about voting generally feel like they'll get screwed over either way, because what politician becomes popular by advertising themselves as a champion of women's rights?
I've heard of this issue cropping up in England, but it seems especially prevalent in America, where the two-party system means that neither party needs to actually be good or helpful as long as it looks better than the other one.
And although female politicians are rarely as scummy--on a personal or political level--as male ones, that doesn't mean they're automatically better or even guaranteed to support the female interest simply on account of being women. For every half-decent female politician out there I hear about a Liz Truss or Alessandra Mussolini. (And of course, since you're in America, you also have the Supreme Court which doesn't care one bit about your vote.)
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That a woman was tarnished by her husband’s “peccadilloes” is gross, but par for the course.
This arrogance and entitlement is the only valid critique of her.
You know why HRC pissed people off so much? Because she knew as much as any man, made as many dubious or untransparent decisions as a man, spoke about it like a man, and was as unbothered as a man. People can’t handle a woman being like that…or at least prefer that she ditzy-fy it like Palin did.
Now, personality-wise, she didn’t have the crowd-grabbing* charm that her husband did…but there is NO woman who is ever perceived as as likeable as the most likeable men. Why? Because dudes can’t say or believe, “I’d have a beer with her.” And tbh, some women view women they don’t agree with with a level of vehemence matched only by that of certain men for women they are afraid to fuck. Everything a woman does is steeped in common perception by the mere fact of her being a woman.
*my entendres, they double!
Strong women who don’t mince around are, by and large, fighting an uphill battle: other women are intimidated or take her views as personal criticisms, and men either a) dismiss her out of hand as a dingbat, b) chalk up every word to being a raging feminist, c) assess her sex appeal and either consider her a battle-ax or a lesbian*, d) grade her based on her husband*, and/or e) “merely” denigrate her qualifications, experience, perspective, or life choices. There’s nothing but suspicion.
*it’s going back aways, but anyone know of Geraldine Ferraro? She was the first female VP candidate (running mate to Walter Mondale).
Here she is in 1984, with Mondale, when she was 49.
Undated photo:
And later (also undated):
She was called and dismissed as old, ugly, fat, mannish, extreme lib, harridan feminist, sexless, harsh, etc. She was derided, abused, smeared - as much on her appearance as on her viewpoints.
(Fwiw, I ran into her window-shopping on Madison Avenue once, a decade-and-a-half or so later, when she was in her late 50s/early 60s. That woman was *stunning*. She was impeccably dressed and coiffed, her skin was radiant, she was in a perfectly tailored Chanel suit and heels to die for, she had a beautiful face, she was elegant and polite, she stood and moved with confidence and elegance, and she was exceptionally gracious and graceful.)
This is what she took on:
She was slammed for being a “working mother,” but here’s her actual experience:
And like Hillary, she paid the price not only for her own views and “scariness,” but for her husband’s dealings:
Another article on her, copied bc it’s a NYT article and may be paywalled/limited:
Undated photo:
And later (also undated):
She was called and dismissed as old, ugly, fat, mannish, extreme lib, harridan feminist, sexless, harsh, etc. She was derided, abused, smeared - as much on her appearance as on her viewpoints.
(Fwiw, I ran into her window-shopping on Madison Avenue once, a decade-and-a-half or so later, when she was in her late 50s/early 60s. That woman was *stunning*. She was impeccably dressed and coiffed, her skin was radiant, she was in a perfectly tailored Chanel suit and heels to die for, she had a beautiful face, she was elegant and polite, she stood and moved with confidence and elegance, and she was exceptionally gracious and graceful.)
This is what she took on:
She was slammed for being a “working mother,” but here’s her actual experience:
And like Hillary, she paid the price not only for her own views and “scariness,” but for her husband’s dealings:
Another article on her, copied bc it’s a NYT article and may be paywalled/limited:
Why Gerry Ferraro Mattered
By Joyce Purnick
April 1, 2011
“OH, they’ve come to talk to me about my life,” she said, laughing. “They think I’m going to die soon. I’m not, you know. Not for a very long time.”
It was 2007, nine years after Geraldine A. Ferraro had received a diagnosis of incurable cancer. I had come to interview her for “The Last Word,” a New York Times video series featuring prominent people whose recorded words are not made public until after their deaths.
That is a sensitive endeavor by definition, and was especially so in Ms. Ferraro’s case because of her prognosis. My technical crew and I drew a few curious stares as we walked into her law offices, eliciting Ms. Ferraro’s bravado. And for the first time I got it. I got why Gerry Ferraro — whose career, despite her big national moment, was only modestly successful — was such a rock star to so many women.
She’d served only six years in Congress, she didn’t win the vice presidency, she could never engineer a political comeback. Why the enduring acclaim? Because she was a pip, I realized, a strong, stubborn, sometimes prickly woman who would have it her way as much and as long as she could.
That prediction about her own longevity was part chutzpah, part denial, part cool, practical analysis of her medical options. She could afford the best medication, research was coming up with new treatments all the time, so forget dying. She would do whatever it took, and lobby for more research and financial help for less fortunate cancer patients.
She was the same way in politics, even when she failed. Maybe that’s what so many fans saw, a willfulness that emanated from such a strong sense of self-confidence that, even when wrongheaded, was impressive.
Over the years I’d been a bit puzzled about Ms. Ferraro, who was 75 when she died on March 26 of complications of the cancer that invaded her, multiple myeloma. What was all the shouting about? Yes, she was a first, the first woman named to a national ticket by a major party when, in 1984, former Vice President Walter F. Mondale selected her as his running mate. She broke ground, she gave women hope, even if she had been asked to the dance by a man for politically pragmatic reasons: Democrats wanted as many votes from women as they could get in their uphill fight to unseat Ronald Reagan.
Instead, they went down in flames after they ran a shaky campaign marked by missteps, bad judgment and gaffes, especially some infamous whoppers by Ms. Ferraro. She had had her 15 minutes; she’d failed. By all rights she should have receded from the public consciousness.
Yet she remained a durable American heroine, a strong, respected role model for millions of women (and some men). Why, I always wondered, why does a woman who ran for national office just once, and unsuccessfully, stir such deep emotions?
Seeing her occasionally on Fire Island, the beach community where my husband and I were neighbors of Ms. Ferraro and her husband, John Zaccaro, never helped me resolve the Gerry enigma, either. The one time we had dinner in their home, Ms. Ferraro was either busy cooking and serving an Italian feast, or talking with the rest of us about such crucial local matters as bicycle safety (teenagers liked to race through our sleepy wooden walks), or whether the village’s volunteer fire department would ever relent and permit barbecuing. Not the stuff of gripping political debate.
After interviewing her that day in 2007, and listening to her candid reflections on her life, I think I figured it out. Her long-running celebrity was not merely a byproduct of being the first woman on a major party ticket. That was certainly at the heart of it. She lived a moment that changed the country’s image of itself, and that moment turned her into a strong, if complicated, symbol of change in American politics.
The nomination of Ms. Ferraro was proof that as hidebound, stubborn and rigid as our country can be, it also has the capacity periodically to remake itself. For millions of women, the Ferraro nomination was validation, as meaningful to them as President Obama’s election was to African-Americans and John F. Kennedy’s election was to Roman Catholics. Because of her nomination, Geraldine Ferraro became a transforming figure in the country’s history.
But improbably, as the years went on, Ms. Ferraro continued to be a political force, even though she never again won higher office. She became a host of CNN’s “Crossfire,” and President Bill Clinton’s ambassador to the United Nations Human Rights Commission. Her name meant something; she was sought after to support candidates and causes, to provide TV and newspaper commentary.
Why did she endure as a public figure? Maybe because she threw herself into things she wanted, would not give up or give in. That thread of determination ran through her public life and her private one, from childhood until the day she died.
Her willfulness could be impressive. And it could be a real pain in the neck, especially when accompanied by a sense of entitlement as, in her later electoral forays, it seemed to be. Ms. Ferraro tried to become a United States senator in 1992 and 1998, both times proving curiously unequal to and resentful of the always ugly politics of New York. She was a native; the tactics used against her, truly nasty as they were, could not have been a surprise. Years later she was still furious, arguing that victory in the 1992 race had been “stolen” from her, which could only have been true if it had been hers to begin with.
Another time, Ms. Ferraro complained angrily during the 2008 presidential campaign that Barack Obama’s color had propelled him ahead of her candidate, Hillary Rodham Clinton. “If Obama was a white man, he would not be in this position,” Ms. Ferraro said. “And if he was a woman of any color he would not be in this position. He happens to be very lucky to be who he is.”
This from a woman who rocketed to stardom because her party tapped her in 1984 in its pursuit of female voters? Mr. Obama called the remarks “absurd”; Ms. Ferraro said they’d been distorted. “If you point to something that deals with race, you are immediately a racist?” she said to me at the time. “Give me a break.” That was quintessential Ferraro. She said what she believed and that was that.
The same for her stand on issue after issue, notably abortion rights. Ms. Ferraro, a Roman Catholic, personally opposed abortion but thought women should have the right to choose to have an abortion — a position that earned her a public rebuke during the 1984 presidential campaign from the archbishop of New York, John J. O’Connor. Did she ever make peace with her church? “No,” she said evenly in that 2007 interview. “I don’t think there is a way to make peace.”
She made no apology, gave no quarter. That brand of intransigence had to impress even those who disagreed with her. Her stubbornness must have resonated in particular with women, many of whom, to this day, know how it feels to hide their intelligence or mute their opinions or avoid confrontation rather than appear challenging to male power. Ms. Ferraro could effectively charm powerful men, but she did not back down on substance.
Gerry Ferraro often said that any woman could have done what she did, given the opportunity. She was probably right that any woman given the chance to break into the all-boys club of presidential politics would have been a game-changer. But maybe it took Geraldine A. Ferraro, the accidental icon, to turn that brief role of a lifetime into a marathon run of show.
By Joyce Purnick
April 1, 2011
“OH, they’ve come to talk to me about my life,” she said, laughing. “They think I’m going to die soon. I’m not, you know. Not for a very long time.”
It was 2007, nine years after Geraldine A. Ferraro had received a diagnosis of incurable cancer. I had come to interview her for “The Last Word,” a New York Times video series featuring prominent people whose recorded words are not made public until after their deaths.
That is a sensitive endeavor by definition, and was especially so in Ms. Ferraro’s case because of her prognosis. My technical crew and I drew a few curious stares as we walked into her law offices, eliciting Ms. Ferraro’s bravado. And for the first time I got it. I got why Gerry Ferraro — whose career, despite her big national moment, was only modestly successful — was such a rock star to so many women.
She’d served only six years in Congress, she didn’t win the vice presidency, she could never engineer a political comeback. Why the enduring acclaim? Because she was a pip, I realized, a strong, stubborn, sometimes prickly woman who would have it her way as much and as long as she could.
That prediction about her own longevity was part chutzpah, part denial, part cool, practical analysis of her medical options. She could afford the best medication, research was coming up with new treatments all the time, so forget dying. She would do whatever it took, and lobby for more research and financial help for less fortunate cancer patients.
She was the same way in politics, even when she failed. Maybe that’s what so many fans saw, a willfulness that emanated from such a strong sense of self-confidence that, even when wrongheaded, was impressive.
Over the years I’d been a bit puzzled about Ms. Ferraro, who was 75 when she died on March 26 of complications of the cancer that invaded her, multiple myeloma. What was all the shouting about? Yes, she was a first, the first woman named to a national ticket by a major party when, in 1984, former Vice President Walter F. Mondale selected her as his running mate. She broke ground, she gave women hope, even if she had been asked to the dance by a man for politically pragmatic reasons: Democrats wanted as many votes from women as they could get in their uphill fight to unseat Ronald Reagan.
Instead, they went down in flames after they ran a shaky campaign marked by missteps, bad judgment and gaffes, especially some infamous whoppers by Ms. Ferraro. She had had her 15 minutes; she’d failed. By all rights she should have receded from the public consciousness.
Yet she remained a durable American heroine, a strong, respected role model for millions of women (and some men). Why, I always wondered, why does a woman who ran for national office just once, and unsuccessfully, stir such deep emotions?
Seeing her occasionally on Fire Island, the beach community where my husband and I were neighbors of Ms. Ferraro and her husband, John Zaccaro, never helped me resolve the Gerry enigma, either. The one time we had dinner in their home, Ms. Ferraro was either busy cooking and serving an Italian feast, or talking with the rest of us about such crucial local matters as bicycle safety (teenagers liked to race through our sleepy wooden walks), or whether the village’s volunteer fire department would ever relent and permit barbecuing. Not the stuff of gripping political debate.
After interviewing her that day in 2007, and listening to her candid reflections on her life, I think I figured it out. Her long-running celebrity was not merely a byproduct of being the first woman on a major party ticket. That was certainly at the heart of it. She lived a moment that changed the country’s image of itself, and that moment turned her into a strong, if complicated, symbol of change in American politics.
The nomination of Ms. Ferraro was proof that as hidebound, stubborn and rigid as our country can be, it also has the capacity periodically to remake itself. For millions of women, the Ferraro nomination was validation, as meaningful to them as President Obama’s election was to African-Americans and John F. Kennedy’s election was to Roman Catholics. Because of her nomination, Geraldine Ferraro became a transforming figure in the country’s history.
But improbably, as the years went on, Ms. Ferraro continued to be a political force, even though she never again won higher office. She became a host of CNN’s “Crossfire,” and President Bill Clinton’s ambassador to the United Nations Human Rights Commission. Her name meant something; she was sought after to support candidates and causes, to provide TV and newspaper commentary.
Why did she endure as a public figure? Maybe because she threw herself into things she wanted, would not give up or give in. That thread of determination ran through her public life and her private one, from childhood until the day she died.
Her willfulness could be impressive. And it could be a real pain in the neck, especially when accompanied by a sense of entitlement as, in her later electoral forays, it seemed to be. Ms. Ferraro tried to become a United States senator in 1992 and 1998, both times proving curiously unequal to and resentful of the always ugly politics of New York. She was a native; the tactics used against her, truly nasty as they were, could not have been a surprise. Years later she was still furious, arguing that victory in the 1992 race had been “stolen” from her, which could only have been true if it had been hers to begin with.
Another time, Ms. Ferraro complained angrily during the 2008 presidential campaign that Barack Obama’s color had propelled him ahead of her candidate, Hillary Rodham Clinton. “If Obama was a white man, he would not be in this position,” Ms. Ferraro said. “And if he was a woman of any color he would not be in this position. He happens to be very lucky to be who he is.”
This from a woman who rocketed to stardom because her party tapped her in 1984 in its pursuit of female voters? Mr. Obama called the remarks “absurd”; Ms. Ferraro said they’d been distorted. “If you point to something that deals with race, you are immediately a racist?” she said to me at the time. “Give me a break.” That was quintessential Ferraro. She said what she believed and that was that.
The same for her stand on issue after issue, notably abortion rights. Ms. Ferraro, a Roman Catholic, personally opposed abortion but thought women should have the right to choose to have an abortion — a position that earned her a public rebuke during the 1984 presidential campaign from the archbishop of New York, John J. O’Connor. Did she ever make peace with her church? “No,” she said evenly in that 2007 interview. “I don’t think there is a way to make peace.”
She made no apology, gave no quarter. That brand of intransigence had to impress even those who disagreed with her. Her stubbornness must have resonated in particular with women, many of whom, to this day, know how it feels to hide their intelligence or mute their opinions or avoid confrontation rather than appear challenging to male power. Ms. Ferraro could effectively charm powerful men, but she did not back down on substance.
Gerry Ferraro often said that any woman could have done what she did, given the opportunity. She was probably right that any woman given the chance to break into the all-boys club of presidential politics would have been a game-changer. But maybe it took Geraldine A. Ferraro, the accidental icon, to turn that brief role of a lifetime into a marathon run of show.
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LMAO yes it was, it cost her the Presidency.
Moids in the midst of a total chimpout tries options a-e all at once to see what sticks.
Cr1ms0n_&_C10v3r
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This is what has always stopped me from becoming a pick-me even when dealing with the nastiest and bitchiest girls, besides having positive female figures in my life. There are definitely many individual women I don't like and things women do more often than men that I don't like, but why would I react to this by broadly hating a demographic that I belong to? Then I'd have to justify why I am special and an exception, and logically, I know that I'm not. And the prospect of not only hating women in a reactionary manner but actively simping for men, who as a demographic are far more awful to women both statistically and in my experience, is ridiculous. And yes, it's always the case that the kind of people/men whose approval you gain from sucking up to them are the exact kinds of people whose approval you don't want if you have any self respect. Pick-mes are truly misguided and it's depressing seeing women with that mindset past their early 20s.
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I have it on good authority that Dyn looks somewhat like this as he browses KF.
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Thanks I've been told I'm very articulate.
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Very interesting that you’d adopt the BLM perspective for rape accusations only.
The police profile black men because they are statistically more likely to commit crime. The BLM concern is the epidemic of black men being incorrectly profiled as criminals.
Likewise, men are statistically more likely to rape and are thus profiled as rapists. MRAs, similarly to BLM, are most concerned with men being incorrectly profiled as rapists.
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Despite all the hype about men creeping on women at the gym, I've not really experienced it. Seen a couple troons of course, but I haven't had guys come up and put their hands on me or insist on starting a conversation at the gym.
Hillary Clinton is just as much a corrupt piece of shit as any career politician. Bill's affair made her look like a bit of a fool, and I am sure she curses him every day for it. But she is no better than he is, or Trump is, or Biden is, or Mitch McConnell, or any other longstanding politician. She just has a sharp mind and a silver tongue and is better at the politi-speak and the shuck and jive than the rest of them are.
Can you elaborate. I’m not saying you’re wrong. But I enjoy reading this thread and “well…. She’s just as bad!”
It’s such a none statement. I don’t mean that disrespectfully. Just…. It’s such a weak take.
Please elaborate why Hillary is just as fucked up as the rest of them.
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She's monstrously hawkish. I'd prefer Trump or Biden (but definitely not McConnell) over her for that alone.
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Yes she is. She’s a woman
From the sniper wolf thread but this shit is so fucking annoying. isnt it so funny how men will be nothing but misogynistic for pages on end about women but the instant a woman says literally anything back to them they turn into the biggest pussies on the planet. Men only ever bring this shit out when a woman gets tired of their shit they fuckimg love culture war shit when it’s attacking women. Especially from a misogynist gimmick poster that “jokes’ about raping women but now they “don’t want it to get politica. I hate men so fucking much. I want to rape a man to death with a molten hot steel pipe then drag his entrails out on the pavement
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I must be unlucky in that arena. I've tried several gyms and couldn't continue with any of them because there was almost always a non-zero number of men there being awkward and creepy towards me each visit. There were multiple occasions in different locations when a man told me that I needed to wear tighter and more revealing clothes in stead of my t-shirt and those shorts that are like sweatpants that only go halfway down the thigh, or actual sweatpants. I made the mistake of using a gym pool exactly once when I was a kid because of the leering and multiple old men trying to chat me up.
That shit started when I was 14, by the way. Now we have workout equipment at home, which saves a ton of money anyway.
Bonus: Once, a guy was hassling me pretty stubbornly when I was 14-16 and some black woman started yelling at him to "leave that little girl alone" and just went off and didn't stop until he finished shuffling off in embarrassment/fear.
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Ok this is the last one Im gonna do but holy fuckimg shit the gaslighting creatures with penises engage in is like the fucking Mandela effect. This dumb nigger is pretending that people are,downplaying this shit when I’ve read post after post calling for her to raped and misogynistic basement dwellers that want to pretend that women are as bad as men doing their usual rape rights activist “if a man did this the whole world would blow up” testerics. Men are already saying exactly that. They’re already saying he should have shot her. Retard edgelords on site literally known for doxxing people clutching their pearls because a woman did it to a man. Fucking insane how many likes this retarded post got men are subhuman please lord in heaven just let me violently murder a man please just let me disembowel a moid and choke the last bits of his life out with his intestines please god I’m asking just one last fuckimg time just let me do it once