Women Are Killing Mankind
Women are killing me.
I mean that figuratively, like when you tell a woman to change the channel from her stupid bullshit and she asks you which remote is for the TV for the fuck-hundredth time.
The TV doesn’t change the channel. The fucking cable box does!
That’s figuratively killing me. Women are also literally killing me.
An article I was given recently says women are ruining the medical profession. I already knew that. Women can barely work a kitchen knife around an overcooked turkey. There’s no fucking way they should be issued a scalpel.
The article was written by a man though, so I gave it a chance. Things made by women are like primary school drawings. They’re not worth fucking anything except to crazy people: women. Things made by men have value. That’s the difference.
The article states that women who take up valuable ass-space in med school (usually too much of it at that), follow up their lackluster educations with lackluster specializations in medicine.
When they do specialise, their top three choices are psychiatry, paediatrics and obstetrics, leaving potential for a shortfall in the more “difficult” specialities the men traditionally choose, including medicine and surgery.
Don’t forget the biggest wasted specialty of them all: motherhood.
I’ll tell you something. If I couldn’t get a new heart because some lady doctor was on her gold-brick maternity leave, I would be pretty upset. It wouldn’t matter though because after women have children, that’s all they care about. That’s because they see for their fat selves how fucking easy it is to baby sit all day.
Thirteen-year-olds do it. Do thirteen-year-olds get to do anything that’s hard? No. Fuck you. Raising children with no job (AKA being a mother) is the easiest job in the world. It’s way easier than psychiatry or obstetrics or whatever the fuck else women piss away the medical education they ripped out of some more deserving male’s hands, so why the fuck is this a fucking surprise?
Look, I’m all for letting women get educations. For example, I think women should be allowed to read. I mean it doesn’t help society obviously because Agatha Christie novels don’t help you read a map to Cluetown or fuck properly and really — well I think we’re on the same page with that.
But what if it’s costing lives? Our lives? Our children’s lives?
This is how the dark ages started. Women started getting educations and eventually weeded all the work ethic out of the entire fucking job force. Thank God killing animals for meat is in men’s DNA. That way we’re not completely fucked.
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July 1st, 2006 at 10:12 am - IP Man-Hash: 830ee1792eb48
—Lori, why don’t you stop making idiodic statements such as this one? Listen sweetcheeks, all you are doing is proving how sexist you really are, or inundiated with modern day misandry.—
Right, I’m really just trying to take this all in. I’m starting to understand a lot of what you’re saying. In other words, you’re making me learn from my mistakes. I came onto this site with blind rage and started saying every insult I could think of. I’m sorry.
–Biff–don’t get cute. NEVER call me sweetcheeks.
—LOL—
… grrr… you evil man… I hate being called sweetcheeks. A lot of guys call me it at college and it’s rather annoying. Please don’t call me it again.
—Being 15 and going to collage is a laudable achievement, however it doesn’t give you any experience in life whatsoever. You are still immature, as all you have done is read books. Your idea of a social life is probably going out for icecream, or coffee and talking about the current social atmosphere of the “college� that you’re attending. Many of the people you are insulting have already lived a significant portion of their lives and have wisdom and experience.—
Well, for one, my idea of a social life (Although it has nothing to do with this) is reading a long book, doing some dangerous activity to prove to the guys at college that women can do just as good as them in sport or talking to real people with real idea’s of what they want to do with their life because the plastic air headed wanna be barbie dolls in college just want to get married to some hunky movie star and become whores.
—Indeed, it’s a good point and from your posts my anwser as of right now would be, yes you will turn out that way.
I fucking hope not.
–Let me apologize on Mike’s behalf, Lori. What he meant to say was, shut the fuck up.
Aren’t you the founder of this site? Listen Dick, do-not-tell-me-to-shut-up! because I won’t.
–Lori go play with barbie you should relate to her better than you do the grown ups.
Well if you read my post, you will see that I DO relate to grown ups. Try being in a college with a load of girl that only care about their hair, make up and if their fake boobs are big enough. Even you’d hate it.
… And I HATE those weird barbie dolls, they’re creepy and the only one I had I set on fire and put it on the BBQ.
July 1st, 2006 at 5:09 pm - IP Man-Hash: b3e87127de1d4
You set it on fire and then put it on the BBQ? Little girls like you should not be playing with fire because it is dangerous. Any man could tell you that it is much safer to put in on the BBQ and then set it on fire.
July 2nd, 2006 at 1:02 pm - IP Man-Hash: 76cebfba7c181
Smart statement.
Lori, you seem like a decent person. You wrote”Wolfe–I’m sorry I snapped at you, that was rude.” Apology accepted. I think I was kind of sarcastic. I apologize too. I’m going to be very harsh below, but not sarcastic. Please take this as sincere and positively motivated harshness.
You also wrote “This seems sexist”. It seems that way because it is. Let’s say this site is 80% right. (or, if you prefer, 20% right). Standard feminist ideas will not get a lengthy hearing here. Is that fair? Perhaps not, but this isn’t a court. As posters here, we’ve come to accept a number of axioms. I’ll cheerfully admit some or all of them could be wrong (though I think that unlikely). We’ve heard many anecdotal arguments (”But the girls/women/ladies/females/feminists I know are different!”) but few (i.e., none) have been persuasive.
Almost certainly everything you will learn for the next 4+ years as regards gender relations will be rejected here. By the time you’re 45 or 50, you’ll also have either rejected it or be living alone, childless, and bitter.
If your objective is to argue that men and women are the same, or that only socialization separates the genders, you will simply get laughed at here.
Fair? Nope. It’s why the “no women allowed” is posted prominently. To be sure, the idea that men and women are the same IS laughable; I just don’t think it’s fair or nice to laugh at people stupid enough to propose it.
That’s not a social life. That’s very worthy, but it’s the antithesis of a social life.
But women can’t. It’s why there are separate classes for men and women in, say, the Olympics and every other sport. Moreover testosterone and the male brain structure tends to a dance with danger at your age. Why emulate it? Doing so is stupid.
You’re not at all inferior as a human being just because you don’t engage in “extreme ironing” or whatever the latest danger sport is. Moreover, women overtraining can more easily result in bone damage as well as all kinds of marvelous side effects. Accept and be happy with what you are. Do something only if you genuinely enjoy doing it… not to “prove” yourself.
Your writing is cliche, poorly proofed, ungrammatical and generally abominable. It shows flashes of promise, but you’ve got a lot of hard work ahead of you if you really want to be a writer (much less author) when you grow up.
I can’t tell for sure, but I suspect you could fulfill some of these goals if you work at them. I am not saying this to be cruel; I’m saying this to give you some impetus for improvement. [No, please don't bother saying 'this is just an internet site, who cares how I write here. You care about your writing or you don't. An author cares about how she presents herself to strangers via her words. Toujours.]
And please, no one slam Lori further for her writing unless she does something egregious. I’m saying what I’m saying not to insult her but to inspire her. (I hope).
I’m this scathing precisely because you show some promise and stated you wanted to write.
Don’t get in the habit of calling women wh*res or men b*stards. Or if you have to, take it up at a later age, like 35. Yes, Dick does it, and others do it here, but it’s too much cynicism at your age. I apologize if that sounds condescending. Too bad.
Diamatik had a good point. Oh yeah, he was being a mild jerk with the “little girls” comment, but you wrote your example of “set on fire and put it on the BBQ” very, very badly. He’s right.
If you aspire to be a writer, you need to be better. And less tawdry. Less cliche. Not everything has to be profoundly evocative, but you could have done better than this ‘write by the numbers’.
Finally, considerable distaste of your own gender is perilously near the surface. Watch that.
-wolfe
July 5th, 2006 at 10:17 am - IP Man-Hash: 9630e23792725
… wow…
Thank you. Apology accepted as well. I hope you realise you are the -first- male to apologize to me. But I can’t really blame others. I’m real bitchy when I want to be and it takes -a lot- to make me admit I’m wrong and such.
I can agree with you here. Well, a bit.
Ha! That will do me fine hun, by the time I’m 45 or 50 I’ll still be the same. I don’t really plan to get married or have any proper relationships. (Not for lack of wanting, I’m just scared. But lets not talk about that) I REALLY don’t want children, as I want to work. And I’m already bitter, but you missed out ‘cold hearted, evil torturing bitchy ice queen’.
That’s not a social life. That’s very worthy, but it’s the antithesis of a social life.
Oh well in that case, I have no social life what so ever. I do tend to go climbing or swimming in the river but thats not reallt social… my friends don’t like that sort of stuff. (They also hate that I’m into spiders but hey? they’re only little bugs with eight legs)
Well… that may be the nisest thing anybody has said to/for/about me. And you are inspiring me. Well NOW you are, you weren’t when you were being sarcastic.
Sorry, what I meant was I set it on fire and put it onto the BBQ to watch it melt. I didn’t make that very clear before did I?
July 6th, 2006 at 4:30 pm - IP Man-Hash: eadd56da2c7c9
It’s still safer to put it on the barbecue first, and THEN set it on fire. Also, never run with scissors; and never point a gun at someone you don’t intend to shoot, even if you don’t think it’s loaded.
And if you’re thinking of doing anything else with fire, sharp things or weapons, ask a man for advice first.
-Big Al
July 11th, 2006 at 1:42 am - IP Man-Hash: 6a33623a89f8c
1) I never run with scissors anyway.
2) I intent to shoot everyone I point a gun at.
And 3) I don’t need to ask advise from a man, I’m not a child so I won’t ever run with scissors. I’m smarter then that. And I can use a weapon well. Guns are my fave though. A Uzi 9mm will do me good. :)
July 11th, 2006 at 3:24 am - IP Man-Hash: 980cc8a8ac1a7
1.
A) OOOH, YOU’RE SO KEWL!!!
B) CAN I TOUCH YOU, CAN I TOUCH YOU?
2. AND THOSE SMILEYS!!! WOW!!!
3. I’LL VOTE YOU FOR PRESIDENT!!!
4. foff.
July 11th, 2006 at 6:34 am - IP Man-Hash: eadd56da2c7c9
It’s dangerous to touch her, sonyad. There’s the law enforcement issue (she’s fifteen), and the flaming Barbie dolls in her hands.
-Big Al
July 11th, 2006 at 8:36 am - IP Man-Hash: 980cc8a8ac1a7
So that’s what they call uzzies now? What if she intends to smite me with the mag butt or somethin’? :-s
August 20th, 2006 at 5:44 pm - IP Man-Hash: a6d7c26eb9d5f
A man finally comes to the conclusion that married life means taking the helm…..as waiting for a woman to make comand decision will invoke, Well……..read the following and figure out what a tough road this dude has to naviagate….much like American society:WAY off course and floundering!
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Originally Posted: Thu, 20 Jul 13:39 PDT
My Son Is A Moron… He Did Not Come From My Loins…
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Date: 2006-07-20, 1:39PM PDT
You do everything you can for your kids. God knows I’ve tried. But it seems like God enjoys a good joke, now and then.
I was raised in a strict household. My parents bore offspring from the early-50’s to the mid-60’s. I was around the middle of this brood. With nine mouths to feed, we did not have a lot of extras. We worked for simple things, like bicycles.
Nothing wrong with that. It’s what we knew. And we were given a great foundation, on which we could create a life for ourselves. As I said, my parents were strict - which made me not wish to be such with my kids.
Ah, my kids… I’m in my forties, and the wife is a bit younger. I make a fine income, and try not to sweat anything. I get up… have coffee… look out at the ocean… read the paper… move onto my business.
I appreciate not having a house full of screaming kids in the morning (something that was impossible when I grew up). All I ask of my kids is to; a) be respectful of everyone, b) be honest c) get good grades, d) clean their rooms.
I do not ask for much, nor do I demand much. However… that is going to change tonight. Events that occurred this morning will bring about change like these kids have never known. The wife has kept me in the dark about some things as well.
It’s my fault. I accept it. But I can reverse this downward trend - now. My generation (baby-boomers) has found that it is easier to go around a wall, than climb over over it - or knock it down. I’m as guilty as anyone.
My guilt turned into rage this morning. My son (and my wife) convinced me that he NEEDED a car (he’s seventeen). I was not keen on a kid driving, that has trouble standing a surfboard, or walking down the stairs without tripping.
But I relented (again, why fight it). With some stipulations, we aquired a car for this child. The rules were put in place, and he proclaimed we were the greatest parents in the worls. Uh huh… It’s 12:00pm, and he has yet to get out of bed. His mother has been instructed to tell my prodigy that he is GROUNDED. We have never done this, but we are today. And I mean GROUNDED in his room!
Not out by the pool. Not in the gameroom. His cluttered abode is where he better be when I get home tonight. And I’m going to be stopping for a drink, first. I deserve a drink after this morning. Let me tell you about my day.
I go out to my car in the driveway (I have a three-car garage - and “hers” is the only one that fits inside). My insanely over-priced piece of shit refuses to start today (3rd time in 2 months - the car is 6-monthss old). Okay… I call ‘AAA’; it will 45-60 minutes. No time to wait. Okay… I’m going to take my kids’ car.
I go in and retrieve the keys (everyone is till asleep @ 8am). I leave a note telling him to call me. His car is down the street at a friends house. Why? He claimed that our driveway was too crowded (and the other kids might scratch it).
Okay… I find his car… set off the alarm… Shit! People, one word; LOJACK. Goddamn, I hate those alarms.
Anyways I get in the car, after noticing the REALLY nice rims & tires on it. Hmmm, how did he pay for those? WHEN, did he get those? I get in, and notice a new STEERING WHEEL… without the AIRBAG - that I demanded he have. Oh, this car is totally bitchin’ dude! It gets better…
I start it up… A huge racket comes from the exhaust (not stock anymore!)… And the stereo starts screaming out profanities! The backseat is now occupied by a huge box with speakers in it… and fast-food trash… and ‘ziz-zag’ papers… and empty ‘trojan’ wrappers (a chip off the ‘ole block).
To say the least I am pissed. I proceed to drive this rattling, screaming (I tear the faceplate off - finally), piece of doo-doo down the road. I swear, I think I awakened everyone in the neighborhood. I head out onto PCH, and drive less than a mile… when MB’s finest pulls me over…
WTF? I know I wasn’t speeding. The officer comes up to the car, and asks for my license and insurance card… I hand over the license, and tell him I’m not sure where the insurance card is - ‘it’s my son’s car’… “look in the glovebox” (he is - actually - smiling now)…
I open the glovebox… and a small BONG falls out… I look at him… he looks at me… This is not happening! Oh, but it is. The first thing I say is ‘it’s not mine!’… “um, sir, could you step out of the car, please”…
I get out, and we step onto the sidewalk. He tells me he stopped me for having an illegal exhaust (no shit - it sounds like two-dozen weedwhackers coming down the street). He also informs me that there are plenty more violations on this car… And I start laughing… He asks why am I laughing… And I tell him how my day is going.
“What about the water-pipe?” Indeed! I inform him that this is all a surprise to me, but I would like him to write up everything that is illegal about the vehicle. He looks at me like I’m crazy. But I want my kid to learn a lesson.
And the officer obliges me. He, even, finds some weed in the trunk… 17 tickets later, we are finished… almost… I ask him if I can keep all of the drug paraphenalia? “Why?” I want my kid to destroy it. I want this kid to know his “fuck-off” days are over.
The officer agrees. I could see he was wishing he could be there tonight, for the “lesson”. He was pretty decent about the whole thing. This guy took, almost, a half-hour to go through all of this paperwork - and search. I thank him, and head out… He tells me if I get stopped again today, that I should show all the citations to the other officer - and I should not have any problems…
Problems?!! We have problems. I have lost control of my family. My wife is a co-conspirator. She has just been told that I want a listing of all of our household bills & accounts. ‘Yes, dear - we are going to perform an audit’. She is protesting, but I do not care. This is war.
I know my family loves me, but they have played me for a fool. I may be a fool, but I am not dumb. She does not know that I just found out my son is in Summer school, because of bad grades. She doesn’t know that DMV has provided me with her, and his, records; apparently they have a problem with obeying traffic laws.
It’s not going to be easy, but something must be done. I swear, I feel like I have become my father… I want the best for my family, and feel something radical must happen. I can only hope they - truly - understand it is for our own good.
Some things that will be addressed tonight;
1) Son’s vehicle is gone; oil up that chain on your bicycle.
2) All three kids will empty out the garage; sell it/ donate it/ whatever.
3) Mom will have a household budget.
4) Chores - that’s right; everyone will have assigned chores.
5) Chores will be done, before anything else.
6) Homework will be done daily, before dinner. * Or, immediately after sports events, but always prior to 10pm.
7) Son’s tickets will be paid with his allowance.
8) Son is grounded for the rest of the summer.
9) Son will study from 8am until 4pm - daily, durint the rest of summer vacation.
10) Videogames are banned from 10pm until 6pm - daily.
11) Everyone will be up by 8am - daily.
12) The youngest child is on a diet - now.
13) Mother will inform father of ALL infractions.
14) Dad will be home by 6pm - daily.
15) Everyone will eat dinner, together.
16) Mom will cook dinner - and it better not come out of the microwave.
17) The maid is being given four weeks notice. * That is going to be fun - I may not see a sexual interlude for awhile.
18) Dad is getting a new car, and parking it in his garage.
19) Son may get a USED car, when his grades are A’s & B’s, for two - consecutive - semesters.
20) Mom and son are to attend driving school.
21) Son will explain drug usage - completely, or face rehab & boarding school.
22) Mom will be weaned off of her “medications”; NOW.
23) Children will make their own lunches, for school; no more money for shitty school food.
24) NO soda. Maybe, when we dine out. Maybe, on the weekends.
25) NO MySpace accounts, or any other assinine accounts - a computer geek will check all of their computers - monthly (they need fear put into their lives).
26) Dad will attend all school functions.
27) Everyone will be present for all birthdays.
28) Children will wear clothes that Dad approves of.
29) Mom will dress daughter like a little girl; not a ‘hoochie-mama’. * and - definitely - no “juicy” pants on her bottom!
30) Daughter will not have any underwear, except for briefs.
31) Sons will not be told to pull up their pants, or face having said pants donated.
32) NO ‘Rap’ music, within Dad’s hearing range.
33) NO tattoos, until you are out of my house.
34) NO piercings (except for daughter’s ears), until you are out of my house.
35) NO dyeing of hair, until you are out of my house.
Did I miss something?
I’m continuing to add to the list…
Tell me if I missed something…
Tell me if I’m wrong…
I’ve seen those “wife-swap” & “nanny” shows…
I hate to think that is my life…
Wish me luck…
I may be sleeping on the patio tonight…
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August 20th, 2006 at 7:09 pm - IP Man-Hash: 76cebfba7c181
That’s a good read, though ludicrously long. Unfortunately, it looks as though the poster is about 17 years too late. Once bad habits have been that solidly formed, they aren’t getting changed easily if at all.
What? No, son’s tickets should be paid with money earned from his job. A male of 17 is old enough to be earning money and paying at least a nominal rent to contribute to the family. You give an allowance to a ten-year-old, to teach him about managing money.
-wolfe
August 20th, 2006 at 8:21 pm - IP Man-Hash: 49c9ff889fded
I originally read that on CL and thought about posting it here. This guy is obviously too late. Maybe not for his younger kids but his oldest is too far gone. Can’t believe mom allowed any of this to happen as well. Isn’t mom suppose to be the glue that holds a family together?
I remember when Geeza and Dakota told me that men are better than women at relationships. That was so true and it seems this CL post is proof positive.
August 20th, 2006 at 9:59 pm - IP Man-Hash: 2da9b7d34e824
I got about halfway through that thing before I started losing too many Man Points to continue.
It’s your house your bed and your patio. Sleep wherever you damn well please.
-Dick
October 12th, 2006 at 11:11 pm - IP Man-Hash: 7f0331adb6577
hey dicck, were woman power crazied maniacs in the dark ages as well
October 13th, 2006 at 5:14 pm - IP Man-Hash: 6897e3ddf8ad0
No. Men hadn’t invented mirrors yet.
-Dick
October 13th, 2006 at 5:33 pm - IP Man-Hash: 980cc8a8ac1a7
I beg to differ. If memory serves, the Greek and Romans themselves used polished, high gloss metal sheets as mirrors since antiquity.
October 13th, 2006 at 5:37 pm - IP Man-Hash: 980cc8a8ac1a7
In fact, I think the Romans only started using them during the Macedonian Wars. Just one of the many and rich cultural(including architectural) and technological pickings. Greek culture and society arguably epitome of intricacy and advancement at the time.
October 13th, 2006 at 5:49 pm - IP Man-Hash: 7f0331adb6577
fair enough
October 13th, 2006 at 11:35 pm - IP Man-Hash: 76cebfba7c181
I’m not sure how much credit on this one Greece deserves, for certainly the Chinese (at least as far back as 2000 BC) used bronze mirrors, and so, it seems, did the Israelites:
There seems to be some historical consensus that the modern mirror arose in Venice in the 15th or 16th century, if I remember James Burke’s excellent program on that topic correctly.
But the way Dick said it was pretty funny, and humor has a truth all its own.
-wolfe
October 14th, 2006 at 12:38 am - IP Man-Hash: cf6c7b84efa5a
Hey, guys, assuming your nonsensical tortured logic is not meant as a spoof, you sure sound like a bunch of sore losers. Throwing that word sexist around as though you have some clue what it means. In response to those recent incidents of men invading schools to rape and murder girls, I wrote some things on my blog about arrogant self-righteous pathetic woman-hating asses like you. For a sample, one paragraph goes like this:
It’s a male bonding ritual to put women down, which may seem harmless to men. To some extent this is whining, men feeling inadequate or resentful in the face of women not acting according to male fantasy plans. This is what these guys call women castrating them. Disillusionment is part of growing up, guys. So is rejection, disappointment, having to face personal demons and other aspects of reality, taking responsibility for your life, actions, beliefs. So convenient to blame your woes on women, or feminism. You know nothing about either besides your tinted impressions of how women react to you.
So guys, flame away, or if you have the nerve, come over to my blog and help me expose your inane twisted fallacies. Fair warning, I am a male scientist. I know logic, and male tricks masquerading as logic, like the back of my hand.