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I've encountered a lot of moids who are like this. I don't think it's a matter of sex but rather if the other person possesses a soul.
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If we assume the vax was yet another jewish plot to annihilate the white race, then it makes perfect sense the batches sent to Romania would be just a placebo.
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There was circulating data about adverse reactions, and most came from very few batches. When you mass manufacture shit on the rush by the billions, there's gonna be some contamination.
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It's definitely a female oriented trait. Some males learn this behavior from an environment that lacks positive male influence.
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This was in the TeamBlind/Blind thread that someone made, which is apparently some reddit type thing specifically for people in tech.
Idk anything about the app itself but this was funny and seems like it belongs here (it was apparently in response to a question about why there are so many mid to late 30s women on dating apps in San Francisco):
Startling material, the pressure appears to be causing some of the femoids to crack.
Definite swipe right here (or whichever direction "no" is), I'm able to overlook a childless woman's checkered past but this one will absolutely key your car and poison your food if you try to break up. Also she sounds like she might be sort of fat tbh.
Idk anything about the app itself but this was funny and seems like it belongs here (it was apparently in response to a question about why there are so many mid to late 30s women on dating apps in San Francisco):
Startling material, the pressure appears to be causing some of the femoids to crack.
Definite swipe right here (or whichever direction "no" is), I'm able to overlook a childless woman's checkered past but this one will absolutely key your car and poison your food if you try to break up. Also she sounds like she might be sort of fat tbh.
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Foids are trying to impotently dunk on moids because the dumbest of us are too cowardly to tell the truth about "female sexiness" in games.
There is this myth going on that moids are spanking it to gaming chicks and that they are MATI at devs because they clothe up the women.
So, because I am highly intelligent, I will take a few moments to dispel the myths related to the Foid in Gaming Question.
What is going on here is simply a battle for dominance over media and social norms.
Having chicks nearly naked in games implicitly means they are made to please heterosexual men.
Which is good, all of us here will agree. A corporation caters to us. Good.
Being able to undress these women avatars to skimpy clothes means that the 90% male creators have power over that. If they want a woman on screen, they can put it nearly undressed. That implicitly puts the woman in an inferior, objectified position. Women feel humiliated and powerless when men are looking at them as sex objects, good for one thing above all else.
Since this gender conflict advantages The Moid, I am OK with it too, as I am part of The Moid.
So no, hoes, nobody sane spanks it to that Stellar Blade thing slashing demons or w/e the fuck she does in that blasted PS5 game. It's not about erections. There is way too much free porn, of all sorts, to need games with near naked chicks.
It's always about POWER.
Embrace that, and feel good about it.
Also, gamers?
Stop lying dudes. Tell the truth. If you cannot understand these machinations, just stay quiet maybe. And consider stop being a gamer too, tbh.
There is this myth going on that moids are spanking it to gaming chicks and that they are MATI at devs because they clothe up the women.
So, because I am highly intelligent, I will take a few moments to dispel the myths related to the Foid in Gaming Question.
What is going on here is simply a battle for dominance over media and social norms.
Having chicks nearly naked in games implicitly means they are made to please heterosexual men.
Which is good, all of us here will agree. A corporation caters to us. Good.
Being able to undress these women avatars to skimpy clothes means that the 90% male creators have power over that. If they want a woman on screen, they can put it nearly undressed. That implicitly puts the woman in an inferior, objectified position. Women feel humiliated and powerless when men are looking at them as sex objects, good for one thing above all else.
Since this gender conflict advantages The Moid, I am OK with it too, as I am part of The Moid.
So no, hoes, nobody sane spanks it to that Stellar Blade thing slashing demons or w/e the fuck she does in that blasted PS5 game. It's not about erections. There is way too much free porn, of all sorts, to need games with near naked chicks.
It's always about POWER.
Embrace that, and feel good about it.
Also, gamers?
Stop lying dudes. Tell the truth. If you cannot understand these machinations, just stay quiet maybe. And consider stop being a gamer too, tbh.
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You are right, the wokies only want to dominate others, no to create a market to themselves.
Sony is utterly fucked. They approved Balldurs Gate 3 gay sex, Dragons Dogma 2 thongs for men, but they censor female stuff.
I hope most female users here don't approve of this hypocrisy.
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It makes sense too since in a natural state(ie under a tribal patriarchy) blind loyalty is better for women since they rely on their tribe for protection and support. Them being able to think for themselves mostly just cause problems so men do that for them to avoid the problem of too many cooks in the kitchen.
Doing something mediocre with unity and conviction behind it is often times better than doing something good but with disunity and apathy hampering your every move.
Hence why nearly all women and most men are followers and not leaders, nature made us this way for a reason.
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Perhaps the simpler answer is that Holes are unable able to provide the same level of protection as men. If your village is attacked, it must be defended. Furthermore, holes are a valuable resource that historically, have been considerably more vulnerable and hard to replenish. There are distinct biological roles to which both males and females are adapted.”
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Ah, so true. This one time, we were getting ready to go out in the car, and my missus is the last one to get ready (as always). My two year old son has his coat and wellies on, and he's trying to open the front door, so I shout "hey, we're just going out in the front garden, no rush!", and we go outside.
After a while, my wife comes out and starts having a go at me for "rushing" her. I point out that I literally said "no rush". You'd think that's a cast iron argument win, right? I've finally got her.
No chance. She switches tack, and starts saying I shouldn't shout at her in our front garden. Now I do start to lose it because she's making it about my "tone" rather than the actual facts of the argument.
Bros, you can never win the argument. It's just not possible.
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Your first offense was shouting.
At this point, your old lady had passed judgment based on her mood, which is guided by her feelings. Your next set of actions will be further justifications. “Hey, we’re just going out in the front garden, no rush!” Now, you have given her all the proof she needs. To her, the fact that you even mention it means you’re actually upset about it and taking it out on her. Truly, she feels as if she is the victim of such bullish behavior from you. Now that you have ruined her mood, thus begins her righteous indignation towards what she perceives as an injustice.
For the remainder of whatever activity you thought you’d be enjoying, it will be ruined by her. Nothing you say or do will change this until she feels otherwise."
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She sure seems like a wonderful person totally not seething. Good thing she's confined to the trash dump that's SF.
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I don't have the article on hand, but in Denmark, roughly 1/3 of the batches had almost no adverse effects associated with them, the other 2/3 were responsible for about half of all AEs and deaths, and the remaining <5 % of batches were responsible for the other half of deaths and AEs.
And the real
moment: while both the moderately and extremely lethal batches underwent rigorous testing at the quality control facility in Germany that does QC for Pfizer vaxes for all of Europe, none of the batches without associated AEs were tested at all. I wonder how an independent testing facility could have known which batches likely contained no active substance at all so they didn't need to bother with testing BEFORE actually testing for the presence of said substance...Loving the liberal use of laughing emoticons to really emphasize just how much she's absolutely NOT seething. Very Ralphaesque of her.
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The concept is called FOMO: fear of missing out. A relationship can go well but a woman may think, “everything is going well but what if I can do better?” There’s generally nothing a man can do once FOMO has set in. These women generally find out that they’re not able to do better and blame men for not entertaining their delusions. I have not really seen a solution for FOMO other than just moving on and finding a girl who doesn’t suffer from this delusion.
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That reads like she is bipolar and was in a major manic phase. Man or woman anyone like that stay far away
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Men of KF if you were elevatorgating in your apartment building recently with a suss looking legbeard this could your chance if you're willing to risk the purity of your essences.
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It is about power for me, but not for aesthetic reasons. It is about having the power to not see the fatties and BPD scrags in my leisure time as I have to work with HR (HR is always full of these type of women) and do it as part of my job.
I have to sit at work in Zoom meetings with extremely average women who waste way too much productive time saying too much whilst saying absolutely nothing of substance because they want to "be heard" and "validated", even though nothing they actually fucking say goes anywhere or contributes to the solving of the issue we're having a fucking zoom meeting about. Whilst they sit their annoying drinking Boba Tea and loudly chewing pastries quadrupling the time it would take if the meeting was just done by men. Why then, in my down time, do I want to spend it playing a game or watching media with fictional women who look like, talk like and think like these useless HR office slags I have to tolerate at work? I don't. I have the power not to deal with this type of woman in my down time so I exercise that power.
Sometimes the male fantasy isn't having power over a scantily clad agreeable woman. Sometimes the male fantasy is not having to deal with or even think of you (or any Males should have the right to indulge either, or both, of these fantasies in gaming and media.
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Libertarianism does not work in the real world, which is characterized by struggles for dominance.
People that don't wanna deal with shit are eventually forced to by others that will intrude on their territory.
Gaming itself was a retreat from the real life from geeky men, who found a safe space in this niche culture.
Guess what?
It got invaded.
Anything new will get invaded. There is no safe space. Either you dominate, or you get dominated.
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This chick is coping so hard it'd be funny if it weren't so pathetic. Eh, I'll kek anyway.
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Good morning I hate w*men
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As I haul multiple shopping bags from my boot, while my toddler skitters between parked cars, my neighbour nods hello from his back porch, while ashing his cigarette.
Each week – despite knowing that I am a solo mother by choice with a donor-conceived son and no partner at home – my neighbour watches me teeter inside, a leaning tower of motherhood with hefty bags and a yelling child attached to my shins. I smile brightly and say hello, but my mind is a static of expletives: why doesn’t he offer to f------ help?!
It’s not entirely my neighbour’s fault. I could ask him to help, but I don’t. What’s stopping me? I consciously chose this solo path, of course, and I embraced all the work and self-reliance it would entail. That said, I know plenty of other mothers with partners, and multiple jobs, who often need an extra set of hands.
If this were a town square, a hundred years ago, my neighbour would no doubt get off his arse and help carry my bags or watch my child while I do the return trip to get the second load. But parenting and all its attendant domestic minutia has become increasingly atomised.
I don’t ask my neighbour to help because my generation of parents has swallowed the belief that parenting should be shouldered alone.
Many people have moved away from their home towns to other cities or countries and find themselves without the support of family or the easy reliance on old friends.
Parenting, instead of being shared, has become isolating, exhausting, and expensive. We believe that by asking a friend to babysit or a neighbour to carry our groceries we become a burden. We’d rather pay a stranger to enter the intimate, ecstatic and porridge-smeared corners of our life than feel indebted to a friend.
I’m part of a movement that is trying to reclaim a village-model of parenting. As American author and solo mum Mikki Morrissette writes, “The goal of a single parent is not to raise our children alone. The goal is to consciously create the village in which we and our children will thrive.”
Each week, despite my discomfort, I push against the belief that I must be self-sufficient. I get by with a lot of help from my parents, my brother and the angels I pay, like childcare educators and babysitters. More occasionally, I ask friends. Another mother is watching my son so I can write these words.
It goes without saying that the task of parenting falls mostly, squarely upon the aching backs of mothers. And beyond that, to other women, who work for paltry wages to care for our children or wipe our kitchen benches.
As New Yorker columnist Jia Tolentino writes: “Many of the modern rituals of motherhood – the all-female baby shower, the all-mommy WhatsApp group … teach that caregiving is a project for women to figure out with other women.” But what if we all saw ourselves as parents, no matter our gender or our parental status?
As a single parent, I’m not the only one who could benefit from more support. Married straights, queer couples, single dads, foster parents, grandparents – all of us gain from raising our children collectively.
At this point you might be thinking: I’m here, I’m willing to help. Let me tell you how. Offer to carry shopping inside. Put a child into a car seat. Lift a pram up the stairs. Ask a mother if she needs to go to the bathroom (alone, without a child-barnacle) before you part ways. Pick up some groceries or coffee on your way over (we’ll pay you back, we promise).
If you’re sitting at home scrolling away your evening then relocate your screen time to my place so that I can step into the night air as my child sleeps. Make concrete suggestions: food or furniture assemblage or taking my son to the playground for an hour. Know that I’m capable as hell, but I’m also constantly tired and often stretched thin.
Know that I can’t drive across town to meet you for a social outing as my child will whine all the way there. Take the emotional load of finding a cafe with a playground attached that is between our homes so we can meet there. Come over and make me dinner.
What will you get out of it? You will get the giggling hilarity of my toddler as he hurls himself onto your back; you will gain a sense that we are all part of a messy, connected family. You will be inoculated against loneliness. You’ll know that you’re needed and required and loved; that you have a purpose, a part, in this sacred and shit-smeared job.
You are here to raise a child, to teach it about words and weather and the crime of double-dipping. You can show a kid how to be in the world – to teach him to be a person who stands up from his porch and asks, “Need a hand?”
Each week – despite knowing that I am a solo mother by choice with a donor-conceived son and no partner at home – my neighbour watches me teeter inside, a leaning tower of motherhood with hefty bags and a yelling child attached to my shins. I smile brightly and say hello, but my mind is a static of expletives: why doesn’t he offer to f------ help?!
It’s not entirely my neighbour’s fault. I could ask him to help, but I don’t. What’s stopping me? I consciously chose this solo path, of course, and I embraced all the work and self-reliance it would entail. That said, I know plenty of other mothers with partners, and multiple jobs, who often need an extra set of hands.
If this were a town square, a hundred years ago, my neighbour would no doubt get off his arse and help carry my bags or watch my child while I do the return trip to get the second load. But parenting and all its attendant domestic minutia has become increasingly atomised.
I don’t ask my neighbour to help because my generation of parents has swallowed the belief that parenting should be shouldered alone.
Many people have moved away from their home towns to other cities or countries and find themselves without the support of family or the easy reliance on old friends.
Parenting, instead of being shared, has become isolating, exhausting, and expensive. We believe that by asking a friend to babysit or a neighbour to carry our groceries we become a burden. We’d rather pay a stranger to enter the intimate, ecstatic and porridge-smeared corners of our life than feel indebted to a friend.
I’m part of a movement that is trying to reclaim a village-model of parenting. As American author and solo mum Mikki Morrissette writes, “The goal of a single parent is not to raise our children alone. The goal is to consciously create the village in which we and our children will thrive.”
Each week, despite my discomfort, I push against the belief that I must be self-sufficient. I get by with a lot of help from my parents, my brother and the angels I pay, like childcare educators and babysitters. More occasionally, I ask friends. Another mother is watching my son so I can write these words.
It goes without saying that the task of parenting falls mostly, squarely upon the aching backs of mothers. And beyond that, to other women, who work for paltry wages to care for our children or wipe our kitchen benches.
As New Yorker columnist Jia Tolentino writes: “Many of the modern rituals of motherhood – the all-female baby shower, the all-mommy WhatsApp group … teach that caregiving is a project for women to figure out with other women.” But what if we all saw ourselves as parents, no matter our gender or our parental status?
As a single parent, I’m not the only one who could benefit from more support. Married straights, queer couples, single dads, foster parents, grandparents – all of us gain from raising our children collectively.
At this point you might be thinking: I’m here, I’m willing to help. Let me tell you how. Offer to carry shopping inside. Put a child into a car seat. Lift a pram up the stairs. Ask a mother if she needs to go to the bathroom (alone, without a child-barnacle) before you part ways. Pick up some groceries or coffee on your way over (we’ll pay you back, we promise).
If you’re sitting at home scrolling away your evening then relocate your screen time to my place so that I can step into the night air as my child sleeps. Make concrete suggestions: food or furniture assemblage or taking my son to the playground for an hour. Know that I’m capable as hell, but I’m also constantly tired and often stretched thin.
Know that I can’t drive across town to meet you for a social outing as my child will whine all the way there. Take the emotional load of finding a cafe with a playground attached that is between our homes so we can meet there. Come over and make me dinner.
What will you get out of it? You will get the giggling hilarity of my toddler as he hurls himself onto your back; you will gain a sense that we are all part of a messy, connected family. You will be inoculated against loneliness. You’ll know that you’re needed and required and loved; that you have a purpose, a part, in this sacred and shit-smeared job.
You are here to raise a child, to teach it about words and weather and the crime of double-dipping. You can show a kid how to be in the world – to teach him to be a person who stands up from his porch and asks, “Need a hand?”