The comments section of that post at Dr. Helen's has mutated into one just amazing seething hotbed of neuroses. There's enough material there for absolutely hours of mockery...
That one guy who kept going on about how he'll never get married because all of us scheming women were after his Lucky Charms, someone needs to tell him he's not in any danger. I kept expecting him to say "I don't avoid women, Mandrake, but I do deny them my essence," in a General Jack Ripper voice.
I do have to say this: "Caved1ver's" comment about an ERA ("Equal Responsibilities Amendment") to replace the discredited ERA ("Equal Rights Amendment") has made me a champion of an ESTFUA.
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Thanks for the link, Tam. I needed a good laugh this morning.
Okay - I went and tried to read the comments. Holy crap. Had to stop.
Not funny at all...
I'm sure that there are a few crazy women out there who actually do the litany of abuses that some of these guys worry about (cheat, get pregnant, have paternity assigned to the husband, get divorced, take the kids, demand alimony, refuse to work, have a new boyfriend move into the house purchase by the husband), but this has got to be a fairly rare occurance. For guys to make their decision to get married based on this scare story is a bit like making a decision to go outside based on a rumor about some guy who got hit by lightening while also slipping on a banana peel.
Possible? Yes.
Avoidable? For the most part, yes.
Something to live in mortal fear of? No, not really.
I gave to agree with you Tam, there is not enough scorn and mockery to heap on those two. And spending anytime at all on them would most certainly be a waste.
"What do you call a male hen party?"
Daily Kos?
can disdain die when she has such meet food to feed her?
From cadaver's enumerated list: "(l) “Chivalry” (i.e., Pro-female sexism) will be treated as a felony;"
Um, does that mean he'd like the next fellow who opens a door for me to be slapped in leg-irons? Sakes alive! Bitter, much?
Ok, you got me on ESTFUA. I tried to look it up. It's something to do with New Mexico, right?
Anyway, I have to say that those male commenters on Dr Helen's post are the reason that most of my friends are female. 40 years of marriage and still counting; three marvelous children, and Ms CPB is still my best friend. I have been called naive, justly so, but those comments by those macho boys were stunning.
Thanks for the link.
BRB
""What do you call a male hen party?"
Daily Kos?"
Literally ROFL!
The Kos bit was me, btw. Forgot to sign
-SayUncle
Figures.
I'm still chuckling aloud every time it plays back in my noggin.
The only sensible reply is that if there's a war between the sexes, I surrender.
The whole men vs women paradigm is generally pretty silly. Most men I know are pro-women and most women I know are pro-men.
The Dr Helen's thread reminds me of a bar I once visited in New York. This one guy had apparently just finalized his divorce and was venting. The rest of the bar was joining in, just as incoherently as the posts in the comments.
Given the hour of the day, I suspect the bar patrons had had rather more to drink.
tjic said...
I'm sure that there are a few crazy women out there who actually do the litany of abuses that some of these guys worry about (cheat, get pregnant, have paternity assigned to the husband, get divorced, take the kids, demand alimony, refuse to work, have a new boyfriend move into the house purchase by the husband), but this has got to be a fairly rare occurance.
Unfortunately, no. In fact, there are internet communities devoted to doing just that.
SayUncle said...
"What do you call a male hen party?"
Daily Kos?
That right there is quality. Well done.
Never have gotten the whole "war between the sexes" mentality. Seems to me couples should help each other through life rather than tearing each other down.
Bottom line: There are a staggering amount of rotten people out there, both male and female. I say they deserve each other.
Hope Helen doesn't decide to link your snark. I've seen the results when her horde of muttering misogynists descends, and it can be similar to a Kosalanche in volume and vitriol levels.
I keep hearing Bobby Bare singing in my head:
Every Friday when I get my pay I put it in an envelope and mail it away
Same old song with a little more blues in it
I'm paying for it while someone else's usin' it
Alimony alimony I thought I bought steak and it was all baloney
Me oh my oh goodness sake I'm paying for my mistake
"Never have gotten the whole 'war between the sexes' mentality."
Me, either. I don't understand a goddamned thing in the world about women, but I love 'em dearly.
No "war" about it.
I can't get married because I'm a cowardly shut-in.
Hoo-ray!
(You may want to cut some of them a little slack if they've lived around the California feminist communities. Only place you can get yelled at for holding a door open.)
"Only place you can get yelled at for holding a door open."
I've been yelled at for doing so in the Northeast as well as the Southeast (though by transplants). Of course they were in their late 20's and already had bad cases of wrinkles around the mouth caused by angry, pursed lips, so I guess they really don't count.
Spinster. Happy with it.
So, basically, after careful study, I have concluded there's too much fluoride in that one fella's water.
He should stick with distilled water, or rainwater, and only pure grain alcohol.
Oh, and I didn't mean holding a door open in any sort of romantic setting. Just holding one open at a train station so that another person doesn't have to do it.
"Oh, and I didn't mean holding a door open in any sort of romantic setting. Just holding one open at a train station so that another person doesn't have to do it."
I do it all the time, everywhere I go, and I don't recall ever being even looked at cross over it.
brbiswrite--
That makes you the richest man I know.
If ones relationship with the opposite sex resembles a country-western song,its time the reassess ones principles.Or get into the music business.Happy Holidays!
Blessings
Elle
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