Post: #126

(12-14-2013 06:58 PM)master_thespian Wrote:  what the hell, they apparently took it down and put up a retraction and apology to the typists at xojane? I didn't get a chance to read it

If it was a sincere apology I doubt they'd call their scorn 'incisive'. I'd guess the site was trolling for page hits to get on the map.

Post: #127

http://www.dailylife.com.au/health-and-f...2zc0s.html

Anyone here read this article (she linked xojane), I got sick when she started talking about fat chicks fking hot dudes

Post: #128

Quote:You're allowed to fall in love with yourself. I promise. It doesn't make you narcissistic. It doesn't make you vain. It is liberating in every form of the word.

God people are nuts in America. . The self entitlement at home is just out of control.

Someone should copy this article, replace every word: FAT with the word: THIN then post a bunch of hot women on it and send it back to the origin.

Post: #129

This is what you players call a neg,right?

http://www.xojane.com/it-happened-to-me/fat-sex

"We were lying on his bed, after the sex having, talking about stupid things, when he turned to me and said, "
You’re kind of fat." 


And I said: "WHAT DID YOU SAY?" 
And he said something like: "Yeah, I think you’ve gained weight since you moved in…do you eat a lot?" 


Do I eat a lot? Seriously? Is that just something you ask naked girls in your bed who are young enough to be your daughter? "

The fattie is from Iceland and the guy Italian,what would Roosh say?

Post: #130

On any "body-positive" fat apologist stuff you should educate them about eating disorders.

"Overeating is an eating disorder. Love your body. Eat healthy. Exercise. Do not promote self-harm. Promote self-love. Stop hurting yourself. Stop overeating."

Post: #131

Quote: So now its been two days since it happened and we’ve barely talked, and I made an extra effort to cook a giant portion of pasta in the kitchen and eat it right there, mentally challenging him to call me out on me eating habits.

yes. get fatter. that will show him.



anyone else notice the nose-ring? to think, pre-red pill i used to feel bad about stereotyping and generalizing...

EDIT: typo's in the original article by the way.

2nd EDIT: and she has a skull tattoo. this will surprise no one on this forum ever...

Post: #132

(11-03-2014 06:19 PM)DannyAlberta Wrote:  yes. get fatter. that will show him.

She should cut her hair short too. That would really show him.

Quote:anyone else notice the nose-ring? to think, pre-red pill i used to feel bad about stereotyping and generalizing...

The dead eyes are a clear warning. Damaged goods. Move on.

Post: #133

I'm a big fan of the "It happened to me" series. The mix of shirking responsibility by pretending it just "happened" and the insistence on including the author's photo each time really captures the essence of feminism.

This one is about a 5'0" who ballooned from 150 pounds at 19 to almost 300 pounds at 23. She bitches about how her therapist said she was concerned, and that maybe her health issues (weak knees, pcos, depression, anxiety, etc.)

This isn't that strange for XO-jane, they are big on praising fatties, but this one took it way further than usual. Some quotes.

Quote:Surprisingly, this ordeal with the therapist inspired me. The whole world was obsessed with how much I weighed. Even doctors. Especially doctors. They were ignoring the panic attacks I experienced, the depression I was battling, the eating disorder I had. Weren’t these things just as dangerous as being overweight?
I ditched that shrink and didn’t look back...

Something was different though: I’d discovered Health at Every Size.

Quote:I don’t love how my body makes me feel; I’m in pain literally all the time, and over-the-counter pain killers don’t even take the edge off. I feel like I have my period every day of the month. I feel like crap knowing I’d function even less without the 10 prescription pills I pop every day. Hell, I usually can’t even orgasm.

Despite all of this, or maybe even because of it, I love my body.


I don’t look like a model, I can’t walk a mile, and I weigh twice what I did four years ago. But I’ve never felt so beautiful.

And some pictures. Here she is at 19 and 150ish, fat as fuck, but an everyday sight in America.



Here she is at 24. 300 pounds and the kind of shit tourists probably visit America to witness. She's four years away from booking appearances as an exhibit at traveling fairs.




I've met lots of other fatties who claim they suffer from depression and anxiety. I believe them. I feel down when I get a little chubby. But I know it's because my body isn't healthy. If she was 175 pounds lighter she'd be happier, and would live longer. Of course no one at XO-jane is gonna say that though.

Link for those interested.

http://www.xojane.com/it-happened-to-me/...ht-doubled

Post: #134

(02-01-2016 08:22 AM)Hedonistic Traveler Wrote:  I'm a big fan of the "It happened to me" series. The mix of shirking responsibility by pretending it just "happened" and the insistence on including the author's photo each time really captures the essence of feminism.

This one is about a 5'0" who ballooned from 150 pounds at 19 to almost 300 pounds at 23. She bitches about how her therapist said she was concerned, and that maybe her health issues (weak knees, pcos, depression, anxiety, etc.)

I'm constantly amazed at how someone can be 5' and 300 fucking pounds. Let me just reiterate.. three hundred. motherfucking pounds at five feet nothing. For euros that's 136kg of worthless feminist monkey spunk. Think about how much ground beef you can shovel into those plastic bags to make into beef burger patties with just 1 kg much less 136kg. Ground beef is usually like 80-90% lean too. Now imagine beef that was something like 60% fat on top of that.

My cousin has a miniature schnauzer that looks kind of obese at anything over 15 lbs for their frame. 5'0" is the human version of a mini schnauzer weighing in at about 30 lbs.

Post: #135

God save us from people who mean well. -storm

Post: #136

Why are we linking directly to a feminist website and giving them clicks? Archive.is y'all.

My favorite XOLame article of all time:

https://archive.is/p2L4i

Quote:IT HAPPENED TO ME: I Went On A Date With An MRA, And He Assaulted Me When I Wouldn't Have Sex With Him
I met him while I was at work. He was forward and just charming enough for his approach not to register as negative on my radar.

Like you, I’ve had many dating missteps. From the guy who laughed at me because I’d never played "Grand Theft Auto," to the guy who pinched my cheeks and kept calling me Babyface, to the guy who knocked over a bottle of red wine on the white sundress that I’d bought specifically for the date (RIP white sundress).
I thought that I’d experienced the full gauntlet until I found myself on a date with a Men’s Rights Activist. MRAs, as they’re known throughout the blogosphere, have one unifying thread: a deeply ingrained disdain for women. Some want to punish women, others want women to solely pursue domestic interests like cooking -- sewing and the like -- while others just want to bang and discard as many women as possible.

I met him while I was at work, a customer at the clothing store I worked at. He was forward and just charming enough for his approach not to register as negative on my radar. After ringing him up, he exited the store only to return a few minutes later stating that he’d forgotten to pick something up…my number.
It was brazen, and typically that makes me recoil, but I’d been single for a while and was flattered by the attention. We scheduled a date for the following week and texted frequently in the interim.
(I know that you’ll be tempted to but please don’t keep a red flag count as you read on. This is also an appropriate time for a trigger warning so please read on with that in mind.)
Many of the texts focused on how excited he was for our date, as well as comments about my body. He would punctuate mildly explicit comments by stating how honest he was. Honesty, he would tell me, was his favorite quality.
The date went well. Some smiles, some flirty touches –- your standard, mildly nervous, I-think-I-might-be-attracted-to-you kind of first date. He repeatedly made mention of his dislike of "females who played games." To which I repeatedly, albeit naively, responded that it was a real date and not a game. At one point, he described himself as a "red pill."
At the time, I was unfamiliar with the vernacular. After he said it, I went to the bathroom and Googled it. I came up with hits for The Red Pill sub Reddit and read a few posts. I found out that "red pill" is MRA-speak for men who have seen the truth of devious female ways. The phrase is taken from "The Matrix" films. You know, take the blue pill or take the red pill. Stay in happy oblivion or see "the truth."
I realize this isn't ironclad evidence of his MRA status, but I have never heard that "red pill" terminology used elsewhere. You can read a summary of the woman-hating movement here.
I chose to end the date there. He sulked when I tried to say good night. Stay, he repeated over and over and over again like someone trying to train a dog. He pawed at my waist and my hips. "Give me a chance." I gave him his chance, the date was his chance. I gave him a polite kiss on the cheek as a token of appeasement and left.
Nearing my car, I heard him call out, "That’s it?" I felt a forceful grab on my arm as my body jerked backward. I tried to free myself from his grasp to no avail. "I drove two hours for you. My. Cock. Is. Hard. What are you going to do about it?" Heart race. Vision blur. Head pound. Run. As I again tried to pull away, he gripped tighter, leaving nail marks in my arm.

[pic of fake, obviously self-inflicted "nail marks"]
The aftermath of a date gone awry.

He tried repeatedly to get me into his car. With his free hand he tried to lift my shirt, to fondle something. He said that I was untrained. He said that I owed him for the drive. A drive, mind you, that he suggested and made willingly. He kept pleading that I wasn’t giving him a chance to prove himself. Really, he was misunderstood, he only thought I was hot and wanted to live in the moment. Why did I have to be so cold? Why couldn’t I live in the moment too? He begged to "experience me."
As his grip continued to tighten, I couldn’t yell anymore. I couldn’t think, but my body knew what to do. With the closeness of our bodies, I threw the only punch that I’ve thrown on something other than a punching bag -– a tight body shot to the rib cage. The punch landed with a small sound, sending a shock through my knuckles. I don’t normally advocate violence but when your bodily autonomy is in jeopardy, you're entitled to fight to preserve it.
His grip loosened just enough for me to wrestle away. I darted toward my car without turning back.
Shaking to the point where I could barely turn the key and crying in gasping sobs, I sped off nearly bottoming out on the nearest speed bump. My phone beeped as I sped home –- it was him, asking why I was playing hard to get. I ignored it as I did the following texts where he called me a bitch, a slut and a tease. I ignored the text after that in which he begged for forgiveness and a chance. I turned off my phone until the next morning. I’d received several texts from him overnight, ranging from the benign hello to the wildly inappropriate penis photo with the caption, "This is what you missed out on." I received a text later that day asking me to meet him for a drink and maybe more. All this, because he drove two hours. All this, because he complimented me all night.
I received another text after a few days of silence. He asked me to meet him because he wanted me. He was after all, in his words, an honest, nice guy who just needed a chance.
Read more from Anonymous.

This is such obvious bullshit that I can't even. If her date actually had read TRP he hadn't been reading it for very long. No one who's read TRP for more than 5 minutes mentions that he is RP for one thing or chases after a chick who obviously isn't into it. A real RP man would have just said "Fine, leave" and flirted with other women in front of her as she was leaving.

That's neither here nor there as this story is obviously made up.
"My. Cock. Is. Hard. What are you going to do about it?" LOL that line sounds like it was ripped straight out of a trashy ravishment erotica novel.
Those nail marks are obviously self-inflicted too; look at the angle.

Post: #137

Quote:He tried repeatedly to get me into his car. With his free hand he tried to lift my shirt, to fondle something. He said that I was untrained. He said that I owed him for the drive. A drive, mind you, that he suggested and made willingly. He kept pleading that I wasn’t giving him a chance to prove himself. Really, he was misunderstood, he only thought I was hot and wanted to live in the moment. Why did I have to be so cold? Why couldn’t I live in the moment too? He begged to "experience me."
As his grip continued to tighten, I couldn’t yell anymore. I couldn’t think, but my body knew what to do. With the closeness of our bodies, I threw the only punch that I’ve thrown on something other than a punching bag -– a tight body shot to the rib cage. The punch landed with a small sound, sending a shock through my knuckles. I don’t normally advocate violence but when your bodily autonomy is in jeopardy, you're entitled to fight to preserve it.
His grip loosened just enough for me to wrestle away. I darted toward my car without turning back.

Obvious fantasy. The way she's describing him begging for sex is how a woman would beg for sex - "I just want to EXPERIENCE you!" I swear to God I've had obsessed women say that to me. This is followed up by a ridiculous action sequence that doesn't pass the sniff test; if this guy was truly mental enough to force himself on a woman, she wouldn't have been able to stop him. A woman punching you in the gut is about as painful as a sparring punch.

This is a female rape fantasy (begging, cajoling, forcing with sharp violence like scratches) that she applied to a man. She's too narcissistic to consider that men approach both sex and force in an entirely different manner from women.

Post: #138

Or as I like to call it, "Fifty Shades Of Redpill"

Seriously I'm willing to bet she typed that article one-handed whilst furiously schlicking herself.

Post: #139

(02-01-2016 08:22 AM)Hedonistic Traveler Wrote:  Here she is at 24. 300 pounds and the kind of shit tourists probably visit America to witness. She's four years away from booking appearances as an exhibit at traveling fairs.

Note the cane.

24yo, in chronic pain, has to walk with a cane, but so delusional and irresponsible that she rejects the obvious fix to the majority of her problems (at least the outward ones).

And despite all this, feels "beautiful".

She uses that word but has no idea what it means.

Post: #140

XO Jane used to pay only $50 for those clickbait articles that we mocked. Other sites paid $100.



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