it happened you guys (no, i didnt get laid). i got sjws get legit mad in public and i didnt even mean to.
last night i went with some coworkers to trivia night at the local bar. it's kinda posh and college-y for my taste (2.50 for a glass of beer?!) but hey, they've got couches and girls and liquor and i didn't have anything else going on. we ended up getting a pretty sizable team together and everyone was generally having a good time.
however, the trivia topics were somewhat insane. i expected movies, music, maybe some geography and history. being the hip, swanky bar it was though, our first category was "latin american cinema" (i saw city of god once, guys) and the next was "ecological disasters". it was slightly off-putting, but hey, i had friends and alcohol so it was all good. at least, until the third category: famous feminists.
one of the girls there, lets call her Kez, does not care. i mean, i don't care, but she does not care. she drinks beer and throws the bottles when the fights start and joked the whole way through these fancy-schmancy topics. long story short, i'd marry her if i didn't think she'd knock my teeth out before i finished popping the question. so, immediately, when feminism is brought up she has to have the first word.
"oh, fuck that, i'm like the anti-feminist." several people laugh, and another friend of mine, lets call her kat, remarks that she's a feminist. i try to avoid any tension by remarking that everyone should be treated equally, but nobody likes tumblr-styled gender politics. everyone seems to be more or less in agreement and the round starts okay. except the gauges-and-stupid-sweaters couple at the next table over, who shifted in their seats slightly when they heard us. apparently, the girl was one of the tumblr gender police; the type of person who takes neopronouns seriously. she got up and left, presumably back to campus and the domain of comfortable opinions, and apparently her partner wasn't too steady with her (or was, in 8ch's tongue, a total cuck) because he stayed behind.
this guy is righteous pissed at us, filled with piss and vinegar. not only were we misogynist shitlords, but we also ruined his chances at playing politics for vagina. so he gets up, comes to our table, throws his trivia cards in my face, and just gets to a cartoonish level of mad. "YOU FUCKING SCUMBAG. YOU ARE THE WORST, MOST BACKWARDS PEOPLE. THANKS FOR KILLING MY VIBE, IF I SEE YOU NOT IN PUBLIC (thats not a typo, he was just having trouble making sentences) I WILL KICK YOUR ASS". honestly, i only learned about him and his dates social justice kink later, so i thought the guy might've been fucking around MDE-style. so, i just kinda looked a little lost and asked who the hell he was - looking back, i should've punched him, but i was dead sober at this point - thus a lover, not a fighter. Kez and Kat both laughed, thinking he was some friend of mine pulling a joke, then laughed harder when we figured out he was genuine. he stormed out without giving me an answer, and only when describing them to a friend later that night who had a class with them did i learn the full story.
the punchline is, he left his giant 600 dollar smartphone (because of course he has an expensive phone to properly communicate his deep thoughts about privilege) at the table. Kez wanted to steal it, but i talked her down into throwing it under one of the couches. later that night we watched him waddle back in and angrily interrogate people about it until security came by and told him to either find it himself or leave.