Encounters With SJWs/Tumblristas Offline or In Unusual Communities

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So I can now say with 100% certainty to SJWs my ancestors never owned slaves and in fact were starving and being killed by farm animals while slavery was going on

Don't worry, their philosophy accounts for that. You're still guilty just for existing while white.


I legit saw a heated debate on Tumblr over whether or not Drake should be able to use the word "nigga."

He's always looked screamingly Jewish to me. He looks like a typical Israeli.
 
A recent post in the idcp thread just reminded me of my first and only irl encounter with a SJW (although I didn't know the term at the time).

In my first year of college I was one of maybe a dozen students attending the criminal justice program at one of the colleges satellite locations. In pretty much all of my classes we had a thirty-something woman that would derail every conversation about sex crimes to lecture us about how women can't rape men because men want sex however they can get it, regardless of circumstances. She would also make a point to bring up Lorena Bobbitt and how awesome she thought she was. I always thought her fascination with cutting off mens' dicks was even weirder when you factor the fact that she was married with children.

Unfortunately, the lolwut of that time never called her out on any of this as he was a non-confrontational pussy. However, after nearly the entire of putting up with her shit, our instructor finally cut her off mid-screed to point out that her beliefs were irrelevant, because as an aspiring member of the law enforcement community, the law was her opinion now and the law says women can rape men.
 
A while ago, I wanted to join an online community devoted to collecting merch from a certain franchise. There were two active forums on this topic. One was full of fundamentalist christians, and the other was a hive of social justice madness. This franchise was largely geared towards kids, so keep that in mind.

When a new character was added to the franchise, the most important thing to the denizens of this forum was what race it was. If it was white it was automatically a bad character, and anyone who disagreed would meet the banhammer. It's great to want more diversity in one of your favorite series, but their only criteria for a character to be considered 'good' was 'not being white'.

They also loved to say that random characters were trans, with no reasoning as to why they think so. Anyone who said so much as "I doubt [character] is a transperson", would be labeled a transphobe and banned instantly. I witnessed multiple trans-people being banned for this.

As I said, this franchise was for kids (around 9-12), but that didn't stop these people from kicking up a fuss about the lack of a rape survivor character. You can probably already guess what happened to anyone who pointed out that would be a bit too mature for something made for kids.

Here's a quote from one of them about fedoras:

"Fedoras have a bad rep, and I for one would like it to not be so. I really would like this more if men didn't ruin everything they touched."
 
Whoaaaaaaaaaa what the actual fuck. A child's game isn't the place for stuff like that.



'any argument presupposing that men have the capacity to love is fundamentally flawed'

The projection on this statement is unreal. Men can't love? Whoa

They're dumb and selfish, what do you expect. Besides, if something like that WAS in there, they'd be complaining about it. They just want to feel like they have something important to say, but that's a big fucking lie.

Never mind the kids. SJWs don't care about those. Wouldn't someone be triggered by a rape survivor?

Not if it's a fabrication designed to give them more pity from other dummies.
 
They're dumb and selfish, what do you expect. Besides, if something like that WAS in there, they'd be complaining about it.

It's pretty much a rule that no matter what, they'll bitch about it. In this case, they'd complain that it was trivializing rape by using it as a plot point.
 
'any argument presupposing that men have the capacity to love is fundamentally flawed'

The projection on this statement is unreal. Men can't love?

It's like he decided to take beer commercials as an accurate representation of the entire male sex. Men don't love unless it's loving beer, football or bacon! Love is for gays and women!
 
How dare you exclude the trans* people from that statement! But not transmen. They are scum. ...Apparently? I find it pretty weird that this generation of 'social justice' advocates can pretty much handwave people they don't like as inhuman. It's pretty much the same tactic as racists but they claim to not be racist or sexist? Do they not realise how hypocritical they are or am I just crazy? (or drunk. ngl, that's a distinct possibility)

See, it's not hypocritical, because the white men have ALL the power. Every single one ever. Nobody who is not a white man has never had any kind of power ever.

Sorry, Obama. Today is just not your lucky day.
 
Probably, though I know at least some "tomboys" hate the term because it implies that liking cars with your vag is somehow different than liking cars with your dick. It's like the irl equivalent of calling someone a "gamer girl" even though she never mentioned being a girl until someone else pointed it out.

I can tell you there's a lot of butches that are pretty sore that transwomen are trying to use the word.

Not sure if this is worth saying or not, but my girlfriend is trans and found that 'tomboy' has been used towards her as a derogatory term, meant to demean her as 'not trans enough.' And I've also heard lots of butches who hate being called 'tomboy' because it means they are still seen as feminine, but eh.
 
The other day I was taking the bus with a good friend of mine. My friend is a pofessional cook, and I was getting some advice from him on some good carrot dishes. Carrot stew, carrot cake, souffle, salad, burger, the works. Just so the story makes sense, I must note that in our mother tongue carrot is called "répa", roughly prounounced as "ray-puh" (with the "r" being pronounced more similar to the Scottish one).

While we were in the middle of discussing some delicious recipes, I've noticed shit slightly chubby girl with short, magenta-dyed hair giving us a short mean glare every now and then, quickly turning her head away when being looked at. At first I though she was some hobby cook who was outraged by my lack of culinary knowledge, so I asked her jokingly in Hungarian whether she'd like to join our conversation, She looked at me with a combination of confusion and disgust, which led me to think she probably doesn't speak any Hungarian, so I switched on English and asked her if there's anything bothering her.

Which is where the hilarity has begun. After getting her act together, she started complaining (she kind of sounded like a valley girl trying her darndest to sound cockney) about how we couldn't fool her, and that she heard us continuously talk about rape to trigger and scare poor womyn like her into silence and submission. In utter confusion, I asked her what gave her the impression that we were even mentioning rape when she clearly doesn't speak our language. She told me that she could clearly hear us say "rape" over and over again, and that she knows that this is a misogynistic tactic to shame foreign girls. To prove her point, she tried to mimic my dialect in a very obnoxious manner, uttering "rape" over and over again. Which is where I realised she's mistaken "répa" for "rape". After a short, mild chuckle I explained the misunderstanding to her. But of course, admitting she was wrong was beneath her, and she kept insisting that we shouldn't carelessly mutter words that sound like rape in other languages, and that while she knows that Eastern European countries are inherently regressive and patriarchal, we still should try our best not to trigger women. Following this I've asked her what she thinks about women getting (at least partial) voting rights in these regressive countries during the late 1910s\early 1920s, within the same time, if not a bit earlier, than the women's suffrage in the US\UK, a question which she dodged by saying I can't speak English because it's an appropriation of the culture of native English speaking women. When I laughingly asked her why that was, her answer was that it's women who bring up their children and teach them their native language, so the culture of language belongs to women and women alone and as a non native male I am appropriating her culture and therefore should feel ashamed of myself.

At this point both me and my friend were giggling uncontrollably, to which she started having a hissy fit on how we're making fun of rape. It only got better once some ticket inspectors have shown up and, of course, she had none. From that point she was sure this was our evil plan to stall her till the inspectors got on the bus and that we have deliberately triggered her so she couldn't buy herself any tickets. After another hissy fit and the inspector telling her to either pay the fine or they have to call the police, she finally paid up. Later, as she was taking off, she yelled at us one last time that the fine was nothing since she, to quote her words, earns more money than any of us living in this repulsive, backwards, third world country could every dream of, and finally stormed off. It was such a cartoonishly unreal moment of my life I was half expecting Chris-Chan to materialise out of thin air and start ranting about blams and trolls.
 
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The other day I was taking the bus with a good friend of mine. My friend is a pofessional cook, and I was getting some advice from him on some good carrot dishes. Carrot stew, carrot cake, souffle, salad, burger, the works. Just so the story makes sense, I must note that in our mother tongue carrot is called "répa", roughly prounounced as "ray-puh" (with the "r" being pronounced more similar to the Scottish one).

While we were in the middle of discussing some delicious recipes, I've noticed shit slightly chubby girl with short, magenta-dyed hair giving us a short mean glare every now and then, quickly turning her head away when being looked at. At first I though she was some hobby cook who was outraged by my lack of culinary knowledge, so I asked her jokingly in Hungarian whether she'd like to join our conversation, She looked at me with a combination of confusion and disgust, which led me to think she probably doesn't speak any Hungarian, so I switched on English and asked her if there's anything bothering her.

Which is where the hilarity has begun. After getting her act together, she started complaining (she kind of sounded like a valley girl trying her darndest to sound cockney) about how we couldn't fool her, and that she heard us continuously talk about rape to trigger and scare poor womyn like her into silence and submission. In utter confusion, I asked her what gave her the impression that we were even mentioning rape when she clearly doesn't speak our language. She told me that she could clearly hear us say "rape" over and over again, and that she knows that this is a misogynistic tactic to shame foreign girls. To prove her point, she tried to mimic my dialect in a very obnoxious manner, uttering "rape" over and over again. Which is where I realised she's mistaken "répa" for "rape". After a short, mild chuckle I explained the misunderstanding to her. But of course, admitting she was wrong was beneath her, and she kept insisting that we shouldn't carelessly mutter words that sound like rape in other languages, and that while she knows that Eastern European countries are inherently regressive and patriarchal, we still should try our best not to trigger women. Following this I've asked her what she thinks about women getting (at least partial) voting rights in these regressive countries during the late 1910s\early 1920s, within the same time, if not a bit earlier, than the women's suffrage in the US\UK, a question which she dodged by saying I can't speak English because it's an appropriation of the culture of native English speaking women. When I laughingly asked her why that was, her answer was that it's women who bring up their children and teach them their native language, so the culture of language belongs to women and women alone and as a non native male I am appropriating her culture and therefore should feel ashamed of myself.

At this point both me and my friend were giggling uncontrollably, to which she started having a hissy fit on how we're making fun of rape. It only got better once some ticket inspectors have shown up and, of course, she had none. From that point she was sure this was our evil plan to stall her till the inspectors got on the bus and that we have deliberately triggered her so she couldn't buy herself any tickets. After another hissy fit and the inspector telling her to either pay the fine or they have to call the police, she finally paid up. Later, as she was taking off, she yelled at us one last time that the fine was nothing since she, to quote her words, earns more money than any of us living in this repulsive, backwards, third world country could every dream of, and finally stormed off. It was such a cartoonishly unreal moment of my life I was half expecting Chris-Chan to materialise out of thin air and start ranting about blams and trolls.

For fuck's sake, it makes you wonder if it was deliberate satire of tumblrites on her part.
 
The other day I was taking the bus with a good friend of mine. My friend is a pofessional cook, and I was getting some advice from him on some good carrot dishes. Carrot stew, carrot cake, souffle, salad, burger, the works. Just so the story makes sense, I must note that in our mother tongue carrot is called "répa", roughly prounounced as "ray-puh" (with the "r" being pronounced more similar to the Scottish one).

While we were in the middle of discussing some delicious recipes, I've noticed shit slightly chubby girl with short, magenta-dyed hair giving us a short mean glare every now and then, quickly turning her head away when being looked at. At first I though she was some hobby cook who was outraged by my lack of culinary knowledge, so I asked her jokingly in Hungarian whether she'd like to join our conversation, She looked at me with a combination of confusion and disgust, which led me to think she probably doesn't speak any Hungarian, so I switched on English and asked her if there's anything bothering her.

Which is where the hilarity has begun. After getting her act together, she started complaining (she kind of sounded like a valley girl trying her darndest to sound cockney) about how we couldn't fool her, and that she heard us continuously talk about rape to trigger and scare poor womyn like her into silence and submission. In utter confusion, I asked her what gave her the impression that we were even mentioning rape when she clearly doesn't speak our language. She told me that she could clearly hear us say "rape" over and over again, and that she knows that this is a misogynistic tactic to shame foreign girls. To prove her point, she tried to mimic my dialect in a very obnoxious manner, uttering "rape" over and over again. Which is where I realised she's mistaken "répa" for "rape". After a short, mild chuckle I explained the misunderstanding to her. But of course, admitting she was wrong was beneath her, and she kept insisting that we shouldn't carelessly mutter words that sound like rape in other languages, and that while she knows that Eastern European countries are inherently regressive and patriarchal, we still should try our best not to trigger women. Following this I've asked her what she thinks about women getting (at least partial) voting rights in these regressive countries during the late 1910s\early 1920s, within the same time, if not a bit earlier, than the women's suffrage in the US\UK, a question which she dodged by saying I can't speak English because it's an appropriation of the culture of native English speaking women. When I laughingly asked her why that was, her answer was that it's women who bring up their children and teach them their native language, so the culture of language belongs to women and women alone and as a non native male I am appropriating her culture and therefore should feel ashamed of myself.

At this point both me and my friend were giggling uncontrollably, to which she started having a hissy fit on how we're making fun of rape. It only got better once some ticket inspectors have shown up and, of course, she had none. From that point she was sure this was our evil plan to stall her till the inspectors got on the bus and that we have deliberately triggered her so she couldn't buy herself any tickets. After another hissy fit and the inspector telling her to either pay the fine or they have to call the police, she finally paid up. Later, as she was taking off, she yelled at us one last time that the fine was nothing since she, to quote her words, earns more money than any of us living in this repulsive, backwards, third world country could every dream of, and finally stormed off. It was such a cartoonishly unreal moment of my life I was half expecting Chris-Chan to materialise out of thin air and start ranting about blams and trolls.

My, what a classist little anglophile prick. That's not very social justice of her.
 
My, what a classist little anglophile prick. That's not very social justice of her.

They never really were for social justice anyway. They just want to be able to get away with whatever they want and not have to experience problems. They also tend to be very bigoted and ignorant due to not bothering to actually read anything but their own blogs.
 
My, what a classist little anglophile prick. That's not very social justice of her.
Yeah, it was weird. Her accent seemed a bit off, so for all I know she might not even have been a native speaker. Then again, who am I to tell people they can only fetishise their own language and nationality?
 
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Oh boy, this is a good thread to share a favorite story of mine.

I used to attend one of the premier small-size left-leaning liberal arts colleges in the Northeastern United States. It was full of newly-opened minds with all the righteous fires of activism and none of the sense to choose battles actually worth fighting. Neon-haired SJW stereotypes, radical feminists in abundance, kids who shaved half their head and claimed to have "transcended gender." All that good stuff.

One day, some vigilant young student discovered that the cord used to pull down the window blinds in one of the dorms had been tied into a hangman's noose. This provoked a histrionic amount of hemming and hawing from the majority white student body, who took it upon themselves to be outraged on behalf of all the black students, staff, and faculty on campus (who probably numbered around ten in total). The administration held racial sensitivity workshops, where everyone who was "triggered" shed tears and grandstanded about how we could have let this happen on our campus, a bastion of progressivism and tolerance.

At one of these workshops, a member of the custodial staff got up to speak. She explained that the staff tied the window blind cords into the shape of a noose because it made them easier to grasp and pull down when they were rolled up at the top of those ten foot high windows.

She was also black.

What everyone thought was a brazen display of racial prejudice ended up just being a bit of ingenuity on the part of the overlooked custodial staff. And everyone promptly forgot about it.

I think that was the year before I dropped out. I can't remember.
 
Oh boy, this is a good thread to share a favorite story of mine.

I used to attend one of the premier small-size left-leaning liberal arts colleges in the Northeastern United States. It was full of newly-opened minds with all the righteous fires of activism and none of the sense to choose battles actually worth fighting. Neon-haired SJW stereotypes, radical feminists in abundance, kids who shaved half their head and claimed to have "transcended gender." All that good stuff.

One day, some vigilant young student discovered that the cord used to pull down the window blinds in one of the dorms had been tied into a hangman's noose. This provoked a histrionic amount of hemming and hawing from the majority white student body, who took it upon themselves to be outraged on behalf of all the black students, staff, and faculty on campus (who probably numbered around ten in total). The administration held racial sensitivity workshops, where everyone who was "triggered" shed tears and grandstanded about how we could have let this happen on our campus, a bastion of progressivism and tolerance.

At one of these workshops, a member of the custodial staff got up to speak. She explained that the staff tied the window blind cords into the shape of a noose because it made them easier to grasp and pull down when they were rolled up at the top of those ten foot high windows.

She was also black.

What everyone thought was a brazen display of racial prejudice ended up just being a bit of ingenuity on the part of the overlooked custodial staff. And everyone promptly forgot about it.

I think that was the year before I dropped out. I can't remember.

Maybe this is my ignorance of American culture and symbolism showing, but I'd say looking at a noose and immediately associating it with black people is kind of racist in and of itself.
 
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