Recently, the third rate comedienne to your left got up in front of a coven of her sister feminists at the Ms. Foundation for Women’s “Gloria Awards and Gala” and told them this enchanting tale about some hot college boy who had never shown any sexual interest in her until one glorious morning when he finally called her up and asked her to come on over. Being hot to trot, young Amy races to her beloved’s quarters…

“Finally, the door opens. It’s Matt, but not really. He’s there, but not really. His face is kind of distorted, and his eyes seem like he can’t focus on me. He’s actually trying to see me from the side, like a shark. “Hey!” he yells, too loud, and gives me a hug, too hard. He’s fucking wasted.”

Let that sink in. This dirtbag female actually admits that the guy is totally out of it, drunk as a skunk. He probably would have fucked a walrus, or even Marcia Pappas, at that moment, which means unless he’s into bestiality he is in no shape to decide what he does and does not want to do. That is the whole point of the idea that you shouldn’t have it off with people who are wasted – even if they seem enthusiastic they are not in control of themselves, their own minds, or their genitals for that matter. This is one of the few sensible standards promoted by feminism and one they strictly enforce when the wasted one is a female. When the semi-comatose partner is a male, not so much. Not surprisingly, devoted member of the sisterhood that she is, Amy didn’t let her victim’s near-catatonic state deter her….

“He put on some music, and we got in bed… His alcohol-swollen mouth, I felt like I was being tongued by someone who had just been given Novocain…His fingers poked inside me like they had lost their keys in there. And then came the sex, and I use that word very loosely. His penis was so soft, it felt like one of those de-stress things that slips from your hand? So he was pushing aggressively into my thigh, and during this failed penetration, I looked around the room to try and distract myself or God willing, disassociate…He started to go down on me. That’s ambitious, I think. Is it still considered getting head if the guy falls asleep every three seconds and moves his tongue like an elderly person eating their last oatmeal?”

To answer rape-woman’s question, yes it is still getting head – but it is also rape. If a man gets into bed with a woman who is so wasted she keeps falling asleep while trying to blow him, then it is rape, no matter how many times the girl with the sleeping brain tries to ride his dick. The same applies with the sexes reversed, at least to the just and logical mind. Not surprisingly, there has been no feminist outcry over Schumer’s rape confession, no flood of calls to the police from the harpies present at the Gala asking them to come on over and arrest the rapist in their midst, no petitions urging the D.A to look into what is a very clear case of rape, nothing. What there has been is some defending of this predatory female from that least surprising of sources, Manslug, who has recently renamed his blog “We Hunted The Mammoth,” presumably because he has finally realized that a fat guy who runs a blog called Manboobz is just asking to be ridiculed. In a lengthy and morally and intellectually tortuous post, Manslug claims straight out that what Schumer did is not rape, describing it instead as “a regrettable sexual encounter.” This is to be expected from a man who, if looks are anything to go by, is so desperate for a shag that he will do or say anything, no matter how vile, to get some female attention. It is also more evidence that Manslug is the scum of the earth — may some giant kid soon come along and pour a truckload of salt on him.

From other feminist quarters the silence has been deafening. Whether this can be taken as a silent agreement that Schumer is indeed a rapist or whether it is merely an attempt to kill the issue by denying it oxygen, I do not know. What I do know is that the lines can often be blurred when it comes to alcohol/drugs and consent. How much booze is too much? One drink? Two drinks? Five? Yes, the line can be hard to spot, but much in the same way that you don’t have to know exactly when you crossed the state lines to realize that once you are flying over the Brooklyn Bridge you are now in New York, neither do you need to know where the line is to know it has been crossed when the affected person has reached the point at which they keep passing out – even if they do keep trying to fuck you they are in no shape to know what they want. By this, one of the few reasonable feminist standards, this woman is a rapist, Ms Foundation seems to be supportive of rape, and David Futrelle is a rape apologist.

Full transcript of the rapist’s confession here, where it is described as a “Powerful Speech About Confidence” Yes, confidence that if you are a rapist who is also a woman the sisterhood will simply look the other way.

 

Yes, that Alan Moore, the one who wrote Watchmen (unoriginal and boring crap) and V for Vendetta — the movie was very cool and not at all crap, can’t speak on the comics as Watchmen put me right off him.

While defending himself from charges that he is obsessed with rape, the ageing nutter decided to make some typically feminist claims about the nature of reality, i.e., he lied about it. Explaining to his fellow feminists at the Guardian why he does not avoid depictions of rape in his work, Moore blithers…

“sexual violence, including rape and domestic abuse, should also feature in my work where necessary or appropriate to a given narrative, the alternative being to imply that these things did not exist, or weren’t happening. This, given the scale upon which such events occur, would have seemed tantamount to the denial of a sexual holocaust, happening annually.”

A sexual holocaust? What, millions of women being rounded up and exterminated just for being women? If that’s happening the Worldwide Patriarchal Media Conspiracy is doing a great job of hiding it from yours truly. In fact, the few times when people are wiped out en masse the majority of the victims are usually males. It wasn’t thousands of Muslim women who were exterminated in the former Yugoslavia, Al, it was the menz. Being a writer, Moore knows the connotations attached to the word “holocaust” are primarily those to do with The Holocaust, but even if he was having a dumbass moment and wasn’t referring to Nazi Germany, we still have him using a word that can also describe a large, destructive fire – and I don’t see huge numbers of women being thrown onto bonfires, not around my neck of the woods.

He further flies his feminist flag by using the term “gender-related violence,” something which is probably meant to lump DV into the same category as race-related violence…

“(there are) relatively few murders in relation to the staggering number of rapes and other crimes of sexual or gender-related violence”

Yep, because some guy punching his girlfriend in the face belongs in the same category of crime as a couple of racists dragging a black man to his death behind their truck. Then there’s the fact that gay women are as likely to get beaten up by their partners as straight ones. I guess that’s “gender-based violence” too, right, Al? Or do suggestions of bigotry enter the picture only when the perp is a straight white male? I suspect Al’s answer would be “yes.” In fact, i’m surprised he didn’t throw in something about murder not being that big a deal because most of the victims of that particular crime are male…

Moore also whines that comic book fans, the adult ones, are avoiding reality. Coming from a man who claims to be a magician (the Merlin type, not the Houdini type) this is either a joke or a sign of incipient madness. Given Moore’s already clear disconnect from reality, my money is on the latter.

More Moore madness here.

 

 

Amanda Marcotte, a half-witted feminist mouthpiece best known for continuing to refer to the boys falsely accused at Duke University as rapists even after the semen in the victim was found to belong to someone else (that’s right, folks, Amanda’s deep knowledge of human biology tells her that it is possible for one man to ejaculate another man’s semen!) is now claiming that Disney is conspiring to oppress women through the way it depicts wrist size! The prime example she gives is that of Anna, the heroine of the recent Disney movie Frozen. Here is a still of Anna and a male oppressor. From the look of shame on the poor girl’s face, the male bastard has just pointed out how tiny her wrists are, and how this makes her an inferior form of life…

Echoing another loon called Phillip Cohen, Marcotte whines that in Disney movies in general, the difference between male and female wrist sizes is exaggerated in order to make men look sturdy and strong and women weak and pathetic, as well as to emphasize the idea that men and women are “opposite” and that girls suck at math and can’t drive!  Here’s a clue, you tiny-brained wonder – it’s a fucking cartoon! Exaggeration – including of differences –  is the norm in the genre! Does this sawdust-brained twat  think that this is what the average duck looks like…

You know, she probably does! Not only that, she probably thinks that’s what the average sailor looks like! The fact is that both Donald and the characters in Frozen are cartoons, they are not a depiction of reality, and whereas I can see the problem in the portrayal of women as wimpy and men as stupid, I sure as hell can’t see any woman with a brain bigger than a walnut walking around feeling bad about her wrists! As for the claim that Disney is doing this to emphasize that men and women are opposite, this is rubbish. What they are obviously emphasizing is that men and women are different, and that isn’t a narrative, it is an obvious truth. Marcotte then points out that in real life the difference is not as great, assuming that, like her, we need to have reality explained to us, and uses a study of soldiers as an example. Funny, she whines that Disney is misrepresenting the difference in wrist size, then she does something similar by underplaying the difference by using stats gathered from a population which is, in all likelihood, not representative. What, no stats on wrist size outside of the army?

Just think, all MRAs have to worry about are trivialities like the life expectancy gap, the education gap, the incarceration gap, the homelessness gap, etc… But hey, what the fuck are we whining about – at least we aren’t being portrayed in cartoons as having tiny wrists! The other thing Mad Mandy whines about is that the heroine of Frozen has eyes that are bigger than said wrists! You know what the character’s eyes are also bigger than, Amanda? That shriveled up prune you call a brain, that’s what.

 

Get your proof of feminist idiocy right here.

 

Assuming she hasn’t always been that way, of course. Not surprisingly, I don’t read Cosmo, partly because I am not a woman and therefore am not obsessed with sex, and partly because I already have enough shoes (that’s right, two whole pairs.) As it turns out, it looks as if Cosmo has a tendency to do what every other MSM outlet does, which is to parrot feminist nonsense.

Some plain little thing by the name of Anna Breslaw has decided to compile a list of ways that men insult women when they don’t intend to. This, of course, is a sin I have never been guilty of – when I insult women it is fully intentional. The thing about this list is that she starts off quite sensibly – there is nothing “adorable” about a woman getting a promotion – then very quickly descends into what I can only describe as the territory of she who screams misogyny at every opportunity. This is either because little Anna’s skull is as thick and hard as a week-old sanitary pad, or because she wants her readers to feel that they are oppressed and hence entitled.

Apparently, telling George Clooney “You’re so cool, I can’t believe you’re still single!” is a compliment, but saying the same to a woman is an insult…

“You’re so cool, how are you still single?” Because my Coolness is an ever-expanding supernova, enveloping and destroying every potential mate in its path, that’s why. Fuckface.”

Pointing out that a woman is not a raging psychotic is also a no-no, and so is pointing out that she has a pretty face, as doing so can only be done by men who think the woman in question has a body made of sewage and swamp mud.

“You have such a pretty face!” But I want to throw holy water on the rest of your hideous body, you disgusting beautiful-headed demon-woman.”

Er, yeah, whatever. Funny thing is, it’s hard to believe the horse-faced plain Jane who wrote the piece ever hears the first part of that – though it wouldn’t surprise me if she often heard the second. Frankly, the whole thing comes across as a woman whining about her own personal life while projecting all sorts of behaviors and negative intentions onto males. In other words, it comes across like a lot of other feminist whine-fests. If the former example wasn’t enough of a clue as to who this piece is really about, here’s another…

“You’re single because you’re too picky.” “You should aim more on your level, like the crazy guy who hangs out outside the local YMCA trying to smoke discarded cigarette butts.”

Truth hurts, don’t it? Throw in “unpleasant, petulant and whiny” and you have a pretty good description of the writer. As for the cigarette guy, I doubt he would be willing to lower himself to the level of someone who writes for Cosmo.

The feminist hilarity continues here.