edit: incidentally I was talking with a friend a few days ago, she mentioned how her husband and her had an argument, she "got an attitude" and he said something along the lines of "I'll slap the shit out of you with that attitude, watch it" like that shit with Steven Crowder and his wife.
I feel so bad for her.
the domestic abuse is real, and although it takes two to tango, and maybe the lady said something mean or forgot to warm up the tortillas, the damage dealt is always very one-sided.
i have another vent about moids that isn't related to my post above.
i work at a physical job. apparently one of the MOIDS in management thinks that women shouldn't even be working there.
maybe if other scrotes pulled their weight, women wouldn't need to be doing physical jobs.
This guy is performing the time honored scrote cope: since he thinks women are too weak to do his job, and yet you’re there, capably doing the same job as him, he deals with the cognitive dissonance by trying to get you fired. Since that would obviously prove those evil women are too weak and lily livered to be cops/roofers/firemen/lumberjacks/oil rig workers, etc.
they've known each other since they were kids, she doesn't really have any friends or a social life outside of her job, so he's really all she has.
it's just an unfortunate situation.
It’s always very difficult to see it when you’re in a relationship like this, not least because the parasite in question will stoke one’s insecurities so she doesn’t know which way is up, but it would be better to be alone than be in a relationship with someone like this.
I can relate, you think oh, I’m too old now that I’m 26, I probably can’t do better than this parasite who threatens to hit me and hoovers up my paycheck on lotto tix and tendies, if I leave my fam/congregation/friend group will shun me, I’m sure he’ll propose to me one day and be nice again, he’s actually the one being dragged down by me, etc.etc.
But it’s like tunnel vision, or the cognitive distortions of depression, and the worst part is that staying in a shit relationship like this actively prevents one from finding a better partner to be in relationship with, or even establishing a network of friends (parasite moids are notorious for isolating women from their existing friends and discouraging them from doing anything that could allow them to make new ones.)
I hope your friend is okay, and that she gets out while the getting is good, because these things tend to get incrementally worse. The moid starts out just being occasionally selfish and shitty -> -> threatening and cruel -> -> breaking her furniture and sending the girl he says he loves to the hospital cause she “fell down the stairs again”.
Also Jon Hamm, hazing pledges at uni in 1990:
This happens a few times every rush season, and honestly I’m surprised it doesn’t happen more, having heard of the awful and dangerous things pledges are asked to do. (Example game: “don’t fuck your brother.” Pledges are paired off and given a 750mL bottle of spirits. Each has one chance to gulp down as much as possible, so that if the first one chokes and can’t keep drinking to at least the halfway point, he’s “fucked” his brother who now has to finish the whole bottle in one gulp to keep them both in the running to get in to the frat.)
You know who doesn’t end up accidentally beating their pledges to death, poisoning them, or sexually abuse them during rush season? Sororities.
But of course it doesn't matter because men will sexualize anything and it doesn't matter what you wear. But even then I still get paranoid because people might still blame me if anything happens.
There are honestly guys with modesty fetishes so there is no way to win.
Why must we infight when there are so many moids that haven't been bullied into suicide yet? We need to focus on what matters: Total Moid Death.
I vote for giving the men the all-boys no-girls allowed club they claim to crave by sending them all to prison.
