Women Feel Sorry For Lamps and Old Chairs and Shit
If you have an agenda that you know is fucking stupid, but want to make some quick loot out of it there’s only one place to go. That’s right it’s to your nearest woman.
Women are retarded when it comes to using their empathy. That’s because empathy is in your brain not your heart or your stomach as all women believe.
Look around your man-self right now. To you, you exist in a world of inanimate objects. Unless you’re on the tube or at the zoo or something, but since you’re a man, you wouldn’t bring up something so inane and counterproductive. That’s what being a man is about; not sounding like an obnoxious twat every chance you get.
There may be a few men around you at the moment, but otherwise there’s nothing but objects. What if someone came in and took one of those objects away — for repairs or something? As a man you would think this was jolly good. Most things need repairing after all. It’s good to know some man is doing it and not some woman. A woman, however, women would be heartbroken.
“The poor item!” she would say. “He’s being taken away from all his other item friends!”
I kid you not.
Now lets say you accidentally knocked one of those precious little bullshit items off your desk. You, as a man, would be disappointed that someone had to clean it up, but otherwise the item would be easily replaced. A woman would be heartbroken. Fucking heartbroken. She would probably start an hour long crying jag in the bathroom or take a sick day. I don’t know. I try not involve myself with what goes on in the ladies room. It’s disgusting.
Women feel sorry for anything and everything. They feel sorry for sofas left out in the rain; they feel sorry for chairs with broken arm rests that no one wants to sit in any more; they feel sorry for sacks of meat with fur wrapped around them; they feel fucking sorry for empty ice trays and men who kick the living shit out of them. None of it makes any sense and none of it is interesting at all.
That’s why women have ruined PETA and Green Peace — and marriage. It’s one thing to say, “You know what, I might not think it’s appropriate for a dog to get dragged down the highway for ten kilometers. Maybe I should get involved in that cause.” But for women, throwing a kitten off of a building is the same as doing it with a penny. They just can’t draw the fucking line and that’s why they’re like cows with cash for milk.
Women don’t know anything about lines. Lines are hard and straight and get the job done. All women know anything about is curves. Big fucking fat ones that need to stop eating and need to go to the gym.
Oh and for your manformation, a penny doesn’t go through anyone if you drop it off a building. That’s a myth. A kitten might though. I haven’t read anything to the contrary.
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May 9th, 2007 at 8:48 am - IP Man-Hash: 4555637db20cf
You sir, are a not being 100% truthful! We all know men who treat their cars better than they treat their own pets (well, at least I know that I do).
May 9th, 2007 at 9:08 am - IP Man-Hash: c46011aeb3b2a
You sir, are a not being 100% truthful! We all know men who treat their cars better than they treat their own pets (well, at least I know that I do).
Aha. I stand corrected. Upon further consideration, I realize there are some men with unusually high regard for their stuff, whether it’s cars, or collectible action figures, or home entertainment systems. I guess I’m just projecting my own values because I’m not into collecting and maintaining stuff. I maintain my car because the alternative is it breaks down and I’m standing by the side of the road, pissed off and wishing I’d done what I should have done, but it’s not the worshipful ritual I’ve seen in some guys. Good point.
May 9th, 2007 at 11:14 am - IP Man-Hash: 4555637db20cf
Shame on me then. On the few occasions that I hit a bump in the road or I fall into a pothole, I curse and agonise as if it hurt me personally.
May 9th, 2007 at 11:29 am - IP Man-Hash: c46011aeb3b2a
Well, in a sense it does. Your investment in your car represents your time and labor, and whatever damages your car costs you in time, labor and money. (Money, of course, is a product of your time and labor.) If you have a really sweet ride, it’s even more painful.
I only wanted to make a distinction between the way men value their possessions and women fetish their stuff. With men it’s right and proper (because we’re men); with women it’s weird and chicky. No offense meant to any men here, or to their stuff.
May 9th, 2007 at 11:35 am - IP Man-Hash: d2bf73bae8061
Trying on outfits and expressing an opinion on them just indicates a preoccupation with trying to look attractive (and picking out clothes that will help that), not an emotional attatchment to them.
May 9th, 2007 at 1:17 pm - IP Man-Hash: 980cc8a8ac1a7
My dad did that too. And so do I. It’s like you feel the bumps with your kidneys, stones rattling or the like.
Naturally, you tend to avoid the experience altogether. Slowing down up until tram tracks, giving pot holes a berth, etc.
Women, obviously, have no such qualms.
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May 9th, 2007 at 1:18 pm - IP Man-Hash: 980cc8a8ac1a7
That’s nice, Alex.
May 9th, 2007 at 3:25 pm - IP Man-Hash: 53b9c119e85f9
So true! Instead of having it for cars, they have it for lamps and chairs and shit.
May 9th, 2007 at 3:35 pm - IP Man-Hash: 980cc8a8ac1a7
Watching them shift gears is saddest. I feel for the hapless iron.
They clasp the stick like the baking roller they can’t use and never touch and yank it like a slot machine then jerk the clutch for style marks.
- Lil’ Flip-Rollin on 20’s
May 14th, 2007 at 7:51 pm - IP Man-Hash: a195d2c8d4a47
Sorry, you’re wrong. I’ve seen chicks shop, and it’s WAY more than just trying to look attractive. Women seem to form an emotional bond, sometimes even a commitment, to the inanimate objects they survey for purchase. It’s a phenomenon I see *only* with women, gay men, and a few men I know who were raised by single mothers.
(Sotto voce: That’s why young boys need a strong father in their lives, to keep them from acquiring chick habits and values.)
May 14th, 2007 at 8:17 pm - IP Man-Hash: 229255dca6b4b
Who the fuck is sotto?
May 14th, 2007 at 8:27 pm - IP Man-Hash: a195d2c8d4a47
Sorry, man, just being too clever for myself. It’s an Italian phrase that means like a backhanded whisper meant for everyone to hear. Something said under your voice but still audible. Read it like “incidentally”.
Sorry to be a douche.
June 18th, 2007 at 11:02 am - IP Man-Hash: 59e922ee54495
Its a free country, dipshit
the fact that women cannot follow instructions, no matter how simple. NO WOMEN ALLOWED, missy. No go put on some make-up or something and keep out of this manly discussion.
Well said Diamatik.
June 18th, 2007 at 11:21 am - IP Man-Hash: c4d026b819ad4
Spoken like someone who has never had to pay taxes: a woman.
-Dick
June 18th, 2007 at 11:30 am - IP Man-Hash: 6bfad739323fd
I have never had to pay taxes because I’m only 15 years old.
June 18th, 2007 at 11:35 am - IP Man-Hash: 72dadca35debd
I’m only 10 and I pay taxes.
June 18th, 2007 at 12:38 pm - IP Man-Hash: c4d026b819ad4
So I was right.
-Dick
June 18th, 2007 at 12:43 pm - IP Man-Hash: 72dadca35debd
That you are!
June 18th, 2007 at 5:47 pm - IP Man-Hash: a13ba81333017
I filed my first tax return at about 13.
But then I’m a man.
-wolfe
June 19th, 2007 at 2:28 am - IP Man-Hash: 422940479a69d
When I begin working (I’m a bit young) I’ll give money to my family, and the ones who pays taxes will be able to use it for that.