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This is a call for my fellow tripods to stand up and claim their dignity back.
For too long we've been cast as the villains. Male dominated workplaces, pubs etc. Then the tide turned and females rose to prominance.
This is cool, I have no problem with that. Except when it's at the expense of male pride of the idea of maleness.
We have lost our way. Or as Tyler Durden puts it in Fight Club, "We are a generation of men raised by women, I'm thinking is another woman the answer".
This is not an anti-woman post before you all start throwing estrogen grenades at me or shrieking like angry chickens.
This is me saying that man have lost their identity, pride, dignity and balls. And it's time to take them back.
You doubt that we're seen as a floundering, clueless emasculated gender?
TV commercials. We're seen as incompetant at housework, useless at social functions and utterly lost. Blokes in dresses advertising kitchen-tissue,a bloke licking a trail of beer around the house to get him to clean up only to fall asleep when she pours it on herself?
And you men know what I'm talking about.
Ever wanted to hang out with mates but you're spending "quality time" together so you don't do that?
I used to, I know this. Staying at girlfriend's over the weekend, used to come back Sunday afternoon to meet mates and play video games. Did I tell her this? No.
Why not? Because she had my balls in her purse. And deep down you know you've done the same. You've kept quiet for an "easy life", passed up being with males to keep her happy. Yet she'll quite cheerfully go out with her mates, or have them over for the evening and you're expected to sit outside the room.
But when you do that, she gets moody right?
It's time to claim your pride back.
All these little books you can buy - for women. "Women are from Mars, Men are From Sperm", "Little book of calm" blah blah blah. Trite nonsense designed to meet certain emotional needs.
Blokes, how many times have you heard this:
"So and so at work is bugging me"
"I'll smash his face off for you"
"No, I dont want you to fix it, I just want to moan"
That's the fundemental difference here, we hear the woman has a problem,we want to fix it.
It's primal, the protector instinct. But it's been bred out of us, we've become domesticated household pets.
We have become this prissy little appendages good for mocking when they're at work (and she *does* moan about you, I promise) and her female mates all cluck and nod in sympathy.
"New Man" - a media myth that we bought. We fell for it hook, line and sinker. We started to think about "our emotions" and lost the plot. Sensitive, weepy new-age men that "understand your pain" and write poems about how hard life is.
I'm not saying we should be insensitive chauvenist pigs. I'm saying you shouldn't be afraid to say "I'm seeing my mates this weekend, sorry".
Or instead of dragging round the shops in woeful misery, say "Nope" and pick her up afterwards.
Blokes dont enjoy shopping m'kay? We know what we want before we leave, we go straight there, buy it and leave. No traipsing around Lakeside for 5hrs just browsing.
But you'll see herds of lost, sad men in Debenhams/John Lewis carrying the bags. We see another male and nod in recognition before wandering around exhaling slowly and thinking about how to get past the boss on that game.
They know this, some stores now have "creches" for men with magazines and tv. They're called "creches". You see how this is working?
We're helpless infants still needing "mum" to help us.
Well balls to that.
I'm a bloke. I smoke, I like porn. I like playing video-games, I like seeing my mates. I like playing my drums (no women at rehearsals, that's Gospel). And I'll be damned if I ever surrender my identity or happiness for the sake of a girlfriend.
That's not to say I treat it like warfare, I just set it out from the start.
I wont do dinner parties, I wont do IKEA on a Sunday looking for lampshades. And you know why? Because blokes dont care about that crap.
My 1st flat, me and a mate. There were movie posters, a Scooby Doo print and ONE plant - bought by a parent.
And trust me, women are getting fed up with blokes acting like ball-less little wimpy men.
You doubt that? Go find a woman and ask her if she saw "Gladiator".
She'll nod and make a comment about Russel Crowe. Why? Because he was nails-hard, fought for her honour/vengeance and she knows she'd be safe out with him.
Take your new-age, simpering wimpering little ideas of what a man should be and cram them.
I'm a bloke and I refuse to shuffle around in a woman-enforced idea of who I am and how I behave.
Men - take back your pride and dignity and stand up for yourselves. It's genetic, it's primal. We're hunter/gatherers, not sympathetic whiney men that take candle-lit baths *unless* you ask us and we're gonna get laid afterwards.
Be proud of being a bloke for chrissakes before we're in a museum.
Chris Martin? New-age fairy man that women think are "sweet"
Maximus? Old school bloke that women want to hump silly and try to tame.
And if you still need proof, ever heard this?
"You're like my brother"
"I really like you as a mate"
"You're sweet, I feel I can tell you anything"
That means you blew it Conan, you ain't ever seeing her naked. Which is the ultimate goal of every bloke here when talking to a woman in a social situation that isn't
(a) Related to you
(b) A minger
(c) Illegally young
Fact: If you're in a pub/club etc and a bloke comes over and starts to tell you how interested he is in you as a person blah blah, he's exactly the same as the bloke that comes over and says "Alright darling, is that a ladder in your tights or a stairway to heaven?"
Men, it's time to make your choice.
Nice, polite, understanding Coldplay type bloke that is a "good mate" and will end up being cheated on because "He's nice but boring" or the type of bloke that women want to "tame"?
It's the challenge they like, to be able to think they broke you like a pony and now you're "theirs".
Be a bloke - dont be a p****-whipped crybaby.
For too long we've been cast as the villains. Male dominated workplaces, pubs etc. Then the tide turned and females rose to prominance.
This is cool, I have no problem with that. Except when it's at the expense of male pride of the idea of maleness.
We have lost our way. Or as Tyler Durden puts it in Fight Club, "We are a generation of men raised by women, I'm thinking is another woman the answer".
This is not an anti-woman post before you all start throwing estrogen grenades at me or shrieking like angry chickens.
This is me saying that man have lost their identity, pride, dignity and balls. And it's time to take them back.
You doubt that we're seen as a floundering, clueless emasculated gender?
TV commercials. We're seen as incompetant at housework, useless at social functions and utterly lost. Blokes in dresses advertising kitchen-tissue,a bloke licking a trail of beer around the house to get him to clean up only to fall asleep when she pours it on herself?
And you men know what I'm talking about.
Ever wanted to hang out with mates but you're spending "quality time" together so you don't do that?
I used to, I know this. Staying at girlfriend's over the weekend, used to come back Sunday afternoon to meet mates and play video games. Did I tell her this? No.
Why not? Because she had my balls in her purse. And deep down you know you've done the same. You've kept quiet for an "easy life", passed up being with males to keep her happy. Yet she'll quite cheerfully go out with her mates, or have them over for the evening and you're expected to sit outside the room.
But when you do that, she gets moody right?
It's time to claim your pride back.
All these little books you can buy - for women. "Women are from Mars, Men are From Sperm", "Little book of calm" blah blah blah. Trite nonsense designed to meet certain emotional needs.
Blokes, how many times have you heard this:
"So and so at work is bugging me"
"I'll smash his face off for you"
"No, I dont want you to fix it, I just want to moan"
That's the fundemental difference here, we hear the woman has a problem,we want to fix it.
It's primal, the protector instinct. But it's been bred out of us, we've become domesticated household pets.
We have become this prissy little appendages good for mocking when they're at work (and she *does* moan about you, I promise) and her female mates all cluck and nod in sympathy.
"New Man" - a media myth that we bought. We fell for it hook, line and sinker. We started to think about "our emotions" and lost the plot. Sensitive, weepy new-age men that "understand your pain" and write poems about how hard life is.
I'm not saying we should be insensitive chauvenist pigs. I'm saying you shouldn't be afraid to say "I'm seeing my mates this weekend, sorry".
Or instead of dragging round the shops in woeful misery, say "Nope" and pick her up afterwards.
Blokes dont enjoy shopping m'kay? We know what we want before we leave, we go straight there, buy it and leave. No traipsing around Lakeside for 5hrs just browsing.
But you'll see herds of lost, sad men in Debenhams/John Lewis carrying the bags. We see another male and nod in recognition before wandering around exhaling slowly and thinking about how to get past the boss on that game.
They know this, some stores now have "creches" for men with magazines and tv. They're called "creches". You see how this is working?
We're helpless infants still needing "mum" to help us.
Well balls to that.
I'm a bloke. I smoke, I like porn. I like playing video-games, I like seeing my mates. I like playing my drums (no women at rehearsals, that's Gospel). And I'll be damned if I ever surrender my identity or happiness for the sake of a girlfriend.
That's not to say I treat it like warfare, I just set it out from the start.
I wont do dinner parties, I wont do IKEA on a Sunday looking for lampshades. And you know why? Because blokes dont care about that crap.
My 1st flat, me and a mate. There were movie posters, a Scooby Doo print and ONE plant - bought by a parent.
And trust me, women are getting fed up with blokes acting like ball-less little wimpy men.
You doubt that? Go find a woman and ask her if she saw "Gladiator".
She'll nod and make a comment about Russel Crowe. Why? Because he was nails-hard, fought for her honour/vengeance and she knows she'd be safe out with him.
Take your new-age, simpering wimpering little ideas of what a man should be and cram them.
I'm a bloke and I refuse to shuffle around in a woman-enforced idea of who I am and how I behave.
Men - take back your pride and dignity and stand up for yourselves. It's genetic, it's primal. We're hunter/gatherers, not sympathetic whiney men that take candle-lit baths *unless* you ask us and we're gonna get laid afterwards.
Be proud of being a bloke for chrissakes before we're in a museum.
Chris Martin? New-age fairy man that women think are "sweet"
Maximus? Old school bloke that women want to hump silly and try to tame.
And if you still need proof, ever heard this?
"You're like my brother"
"I really like you as a mate"
"You're sweet, I feel I can tell you anything"
That means you blew it Conan, you ain't ever seeing her naked. Which is the ultimate goal of every bloke here when talking to a woman in a social situation that isn't
(a) Related to you
(b) A minger
(c) Illegally young
Fact: If you're in a pub/club etc and a bloke comes over and starts to tell you how interested he is in you as a person blah blah, he's exactly the same as the bloke that comes over and says "Alright darling, is that a ladder in your tights or a stairway to heaven?"
Men, it's time to make your choice.
Nice, polite, understanding Coldplay type bloke that is a "good mate" and will end up being cheated on because "He's nice but boring" or the type of bloke that women want to "tame"?
It's the challenge they like, to be able to think they broke you like a pony and now you're "theirs".
Be a bloke - dont be a p****-whipped crybaby.
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Goatboy wrote:
> If you havent seen the film, then dont worry - it wont make sense.
Its not my sort of thing.
> If you havent seen the film, then dont worry - it wont make sense.
Its not my sort of thing.
Goatboy wrote:
> Ok Ros.
> Question for you, and be 100% honest here.
>
> You have the chance to spend a night with one of the following two
> people, no strings attached, nobody ever finds out blah blah
>
> Chris Martin. He'll write you a song about how lovely you are and sit
> up until 5am talking about love and his feelings and stuff
>
> Maximus. He's muddy and bloody, looking at you like he'll consider
> letting you undress before he has his way. He gives you the
> "Father to a murdered wife" speech as he crosses the room,
> shedding his armour.
>
> Which one?
To be 100% honest as you put it. I wouldn't go for either. I'm with someone. and I wouldn't be unfaithful ever.
If I had never met The Ogre then I still wouldn't go for either of these, they both sound like a drag, I wouldn't want to just talk about soppy stuff but I would want to talk about common interests and the such like.Also, I have a really low sex drive anyway.
If I has to choose one of them to have sex with then I guess it would be the second one, because If you have to have a one night stand then you don't want feelings and stuff. But thats for a one night stand not a long term relationship. i wouldn't want a relasionship with either.
Sorry, did you want an uncomplicated answer?
> Ok Ros.
> Question for you, and be 100% honest here.
>
> You have the chance to spend a night with one of the following two
> people, no strings attached, nobody ever finds out blah blah
>
> Chris Martin. He'll write you a song about how lovely you are and sit
> up until 5am talking about love and his feelings and stuff
>
> Maximus. He's muddy and bloody, looking at you like he'll consider
> letting you undress before he has his way. He gives you the
> "Father to a murdered wife" speech as he crosses the room,
> shedding his armour.
>
> Which one?
To be 100% honest as you put it. I wouldn't go for either. I'm with someone. and I wouldn't be unfaithful ever.
If I had never met The Ogre then I still wouldn't go for either of these, they both sound like a drag, I wouldn't want to just talk about soppy stuff but I would want to talk about common interests and the such like.Also, I have a really low sex drive anyway.
If I has to choose one of them to have sex with then I guess it would be the second one, because If you have to have a one night stand then you don't want feelings and stuff. But thats for a one night stand not a long term relationship. i wouldn't want a relasionship with either.
Sorry, did you want an uncomplicated answer?
That's the one, said with simmering fury and unrelenting intensity
My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, Commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next
If you havent seen the film, then dont worry - it wont make sense.
Goatboy wrote:
> He gives you the
> "Father to a murdered wife" speech
Whats this?
> He gives you the
> "Father to a murdered wife" speech
Whats this?
there's this girl sitting next to me, she and this boy keep grabbing eachother, and she keeps grabbing mny arm and claiming to be my 'friend'.
women are crazy. and rosalind is... rosalind.
women are crazy. and rosalind is... rosalind.
Ok Ros.
Question for you, and be 100% honest here.
You have the chance to spend a night with one of the following two people, no strings attached, nobody ever finds out blah blah
Chris Martin. He'll write you a song about how lovely you are and sit up until 5am talking about love and his feelings and stuff
Maximus. He's muddy and bloody, looking at you like he'll consider letting you undress before he has his way. He gives you the "Father to a murdered wife" speech as he crosses the room, shedding his armour.
Which one?
Question for you, and be 100% honest here.
You have the chance to spend a night with one of the following two people, no strings attached, nobody ever finds out blah blah
Chris Martin. He'll write you a song about how lovely you are and sit up until 5am talking about love and his feelings and stuff
Maximus. He's muddy and bloody, looking at you like he'll consider letting you undress before he has his way. He gives you the "Father to a murdered wife" speech as he crosses the room, shedding his armour.
Which one?
Goatboy wrote:
> Nowt like a nasty breakup to bolster the self confidence.
> Walk like you the king of the jungle and all becomes easy
*beats chest*
*people in office look funny at ben*
> Nowt like a nasty breakup to bolster the self confidence.
> Walk like you the king of the jungle and all becomes easy
*beats chest*
*people in office look funny at ben*
Rosalind wrote:
> Thats not a fetish. something like (and I'm trying to remember here
> so I might not be acurate) 99% of men and 95% of women try it.
Sex isn't a fetish either, in and of itself. Yet there are several forms of sexual deviancy, a number of which are illegal. I have no trouble at all imagining how some people could go to unwarranted extremes to "get themselves off".
> Thats not a fetish. something like (and I'm trying to remember here
> so I might not be acurate) 99% of men and 95% of women try it.
Sex isn't a fetish either, in and of itself. Yet there are several forms of sexual deviancy, a number of which are illegal. I have no trouble at all imagining how some people could go to unwarranted extremes to "get themselves off".
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