Post: #1

This piece of trash posted by the Guardian runs 4600 words deep and must be seen to be believed. The list of perceived grievances is a mile long and reading even half of if it (that's how far I got) makes you think it was drafted by someone living in the 1950s.

Nutshell version: If you think women will ever accept the status quo as a true state of equality then think again. Men are the enemy and the source of all of our suffering. We hate you and we will not rest until most of you are working in the mailroom wearing muzzles.

Bitches just doubled down....

Post: #2

Good. The more they let their true colors show, the more the blue pill men will finally wake up.

Post: #3

Utterly amazing article!

Self-parody has never been so good:

Quote:The enemy: the Hoverer
Like clockwork, he would appear at my desk – the boss who could come up with any number of reasons to talk to me. As far as I could tell, his main objective was to casually stare down my shirt. The Hoverer is a neutered version of the creepy Mad Men–era ass-grabber that your mother or grandmother had to contend with, and while he may not actually cross a line, he’s always about two minutes away from asking you out (and if it weren’t for HR departments and sexual harassment policies, he probably would). He makes you uncomfortable – and you want him gone.

The fight move: the brush-off
Do not make yourself available for conversation. Plug in headphones. Look away. Call your own voicemail. If you must engage, keep your conversations short and say you have to get back to work.

The fight move: see something, say something
Keep a record of each and every creepy interaction, with the time, date and circumstances. If it continues, report him to HR.

Don't want to talk to a guy who's not hot enough? Act rudely socially awkward, then report him to HR for daring to speak to you!

Quote:Here are a few places I have recently cried:

In bed.
In the bathroom of my office, crouched on the floor.
In a payphone that reeked of pee.
In front of the mirror trying to put on makeup, but crying every time the mascara wand hit my eye, resulting in black streaks that looked sort of sexy.
While watching a YouTube clip I later realised was branded content for Microsoft. Now I’m more depressed.
On every form of public transport: planes, cars, trains, subways, the bus, taxi. Also walking and cycling.
Outside my therapist’s office, which is next door to an STD clinic, which always felt like a very public statement.
In the shower, sitting down, wondering if I was going to get some kind of terrible vaginal infection from touching the porcelain.

Now I'm crying. With laughter.

"I'd hate myself if I had that kind of attitude, if I were that weak." - Arnold

Post: #4

To think of all the coffee that could've been fetched and phone that could've been answered in the time it took to write that self-flagellating drivel...

Post: #5

From the comments:

Quote:Glenn Greenwald's piece on 6 June 2013 breaking Snowden's revelation of the NSA's surveillance was about 1600 words. This piece here is almost 4600.

"I'd hate myself if I had that kind of attitude, if I were that weak." - Arnold

Post: #6

From the article...

The rules were simple: what was said in the group stayed in the group...Once you were in, you were in: embraced and respected…

Post: #7

Jessica Bennett, typical feminist do-nothing cockroach selling books to other ugly women.

Quote:Jessica Bennett is an award-winning journalist and critic. She writes for the New York Times, where she covers gender issues, culture, and has a monthly column on millennials and language. A former staff writer at Newsweek, Jessica is also a contributing editor for LeanIn.org, the nonprofit founded by Sheryl Sandberg, where she is the cofounder and curator of the Lean In Collection, an initiative to change how women are portrayed in stock photography. Yes, she's in a real-life feminist fight club.

Edit: it appears the first rule of feminist fight club is to talk about it and promote it to people who don't want to join. Like cross fit or being vegan.

Post: #8

(09-13-2016 08:29 AM)Benoit Wrote:  

Quote:Here are a few places I have recently cried:

In bed.
In the bathroom of my office, crouched on the floor.
In a payphone that reeked of pee.
In front of the mirror trying to put on makeup, but crying every time the mascara wand hit my eye, resulting in black streaks that looked sort of sexy.
While watching a YouTube clip I later realised was branded content for Microsoft. Now I’m more depressed.
On every form of public transport: planes, cars, trains, subways, the bus, taxi. Also walking and cycling.
Outside my therapist’s office, which is next door to an STD clinic, which always felt like a very public statement.
In the shower, sitting down, wondering if I was going to get some kind of terrible vaginal infection from touching the porcelain.

Now I'm crying. With laughter.

Holy crap!

You find yourself crying anywhere and everywhere.

Analysis one: I'm a fuckass who needs to get their shit together and who has no business advising other people on how to live their lives.
Analysis two: I'm a strong, independent woman who's absolutely nailing it and I should light the path forward for my modern day sisters.

Post: #9

Reading this feels like:

Post: #10

It's like an encyclopaedia of retardation. You can honestly just open it to any page and you'll find...

wait for it...

Quote:(Also, keep a record of all the assignments you’ve slayed, so that when your boss expresses hesitation about your readiness for a promotion, you can attach it in an email to him. Subject line: Bitches get shit done.)

The beauty of Fight Club was we relied on each other for support if things were good and commiserated if things were bad

There was a brief period in 2014 when a few of us in the Fight Club seemed to hit rock bottom at once. I had been dumped after an eight-year relationship, gone freelance, and was now working out of my apartment, AKA my bed. There was one particular afternoon when I was coaxed out of my house by some Fight Club members for a sanity check. Three of us met at a cafe in the East Village, and spent 10 minutes talking about our bowel movements (we all had stress-induced IBS).

...yup. RETARDATION!

Post: #11

(09-13-2016 09:13 AM)Gustavus Adolphus Wrote:  Jessica Bennett, typical feminist do-nothing cockroach selling books to other ugly women.

Quote:Jessica Bennett is an award-winning journalist and critic. She writes for the New York Times, where she covers gender issues, culture, and has a monthly column on millennials and language. A former staff writer at Newsweek, Jessica is also a contributing editor for LeanIn.org, the nonprofit founded by Sheryl Sandberg, where she is the cofounder and curator of the Lean In Collection, an initiative to change how women are portrayed in stock photography. Yes, she's in a real-life feminist fight club.

Edit: it appears the first rule of feminist fight club is to talk about it and promote it to people who don't want to join. Like cross fit or being vegan.

Yep, looks about right. It's uncanny how you can predict how these crazy women will look.

Post: #12

She kinda looks like Godfrey Elfwick without the beard.

Post: #13

(09-13-2016 09:57 AM)Glaucon Wrote:  Reading this feels like:

Yeah, sorry for exposing you guys to such a mental train wreck but it's important to understand how deep this rabbit hole really goes. And the answer is that it's infinite. It's like a female version of playing Duke Nukem - whenever she thinks she's killed all the Nazis (i.e. unattractive corporate drones around her) there's a whole new secret level that opens up.

As I said in my intro. This will go on in perpetuity until we as men make it stop. If that is not a shit test of nuclear proportions then I don't know what is.