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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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...can't have *it*
Obviously.
Obviously.
Rosalind wrote:
Carl won't make friends with other men,
> no matter how much I encourage him to. He says he prefers the company
> of women because he can't stand Laddish behaviour. He doesn't like
> Football or anything like that. The only male friend he sort of has
> is my best friends boyfriend. I get the feeling that the only reason
> they can talk about stuff is because of their shared love of Video
> games, but to be honest thats my love more that his, so I get on with
> said boyfriend better than Carl anyway. In fact Carl doesn't really
> have any friends apart from me, and always he doesn't need any apart
> from me.
---
I dont like Laddish behaviour either. I hate football, cant abide sports. I dont get drunk and have a fight. I dont spend my weekends in front of the tv grunting either.
Being male doesnt mean being an ape.
I'm not going to say "Well your boyfriend..." because I dont know the guy.
I think you misunderstand Ros, I'm not speaking for all men with ultimate authority here.
I'll tell you why we dont like shopping with you, why we dont care what colour shoes you bought.
I'm not Raj Persaud here - just a fed-up male trying to say "I'm not ashamed to be a bloke and like what I like without cringing or living in fear of the reaction of a woman"
Carl won't make friends with other men,
> no matter how much I encourage him to. He says he prefers the company
> of women because he can't stand Laddish behaviour. He doesn't like
> Football or anything like that. The only male friend he sort of has
> is my best friends boyfriend. I get the feeling that the only reason
> they can talk about stuff is because of their shared love of Video
> games, but to be honest thats my love more that his, so I get on with
> said boyfriend better than Carl anyway. In fact Carl doesn't really
> have any friends apart from me, and always he doesn't need any apart
> from me.
---
I dont like Laddish behaviour either. I hate football, cant abide sports. I dont get drunk and have a fight. I dont spend my weekends in front of the tv grunting either.
Being male doesnt mean being an ape.
I'm not going to say "Well your boyfriend..." because I dont know the guy.
I think you misunderstand Ros, I'm not speaking for all men with ultimate authority here.
I'll tell you why we dont like shopping with you, why we dont care what colour shoes you bought.
I'm not Raj Persaud here - just a fed-up male trying to say "I'm not ashamed to be a bloke and like what I like without cringing or living in fear of the reaction of a woman"
Goatboy wrote:
> Charles Bukowski owns him.
Charles Bukowski owns everyone:
"look, Mike, no man is
invincible.
some day
you'll be sent mad by
eyes like a child's crayon
drawing. you won't be
able to drink a glass of
water or walk across a
room. there will be the
walls and the sound of
the streets outside, and
you'll hear machineguns
and mortar shells. that'll
be when you want it and
can't have."
That's poetry.
> Charles Bukowski owns him.
Charles Bukowski owns everyone:
"look, Mike, no man is
invincible.
some day
you'll be sent mad by
eyes like a child's crayon
drawing. you won't be
able to drink a glass of
water or walk across a
room. there will be the
walls and the sound of
the streets outside, and
you'll hear machineguns
and mortar shells. that'll
be when you want it and
can't have."
That's poetry.
Goatboy wrote:
> We stand oustide smoking or looking forlornly around whilst they spend
> 25 mins looking, just looking, at stuff.
> We go into HMV and within 2 mins..."Found what you wanted?"
Um. isn't this slightly stupid of you. Why not look at the stuff you want while your girlf looks at stuff she wats, then look at stuff you want to look at together. :S
mind. I hate clothes shopping anyway, Me and carl go shopping to look at Games, CDs and DVDs. What we both want to look at.
> We stand oustide smoking or looking forlornly around whilst they spend
> 25 mins looking, just looking, at stuff.
> We go into HMV and within 2 mins..."Found what you wanted?"
Um. isn't this slightly stupid of you. Why not look at the stuff you want while your girlf looks at stuff she wats, then look at stuff you want to look at together. :S
mind. I hate clothes shopping anyway, Me and carl go shopping to look at Games, CDs and DVDs. What we both want to look at.
Goatboy wrote:
> P@st@ Claus wrote:
> It is the most bloke orientated and funny book ever, and It does
> cover
> some of the points here.
> --
>
> Charles Bukowski owns him.
Yeh, never heard of him to be honest, got any titles, im at a loose end and could go to Smiths in me lunch...
> P@st@ Claus wrote:
> It is the most bloke orientated and funny book ever, and It does
> cover
> some of the points here.
> --
>
> Charles Bukowski owns him.
Yeh, never heard of him to be honest, got any titles, im at a loose end and could go to Smiths in me lunch...
Goatboy wrote:
> You want a true portayal of how blokes act with no female
> inteference?
> Watch Jackass.
> Blokes being stupid and laughing at each other.
> That's how we bond.
This is where I get worried. Carl won't make friends with other men, no matter how much I encourage him to. He says he prefers the company of women because he can't stand Laddish behaviour. He doesn't like Football or anything like that. The only male friend he sort of has is my best friends boyfriend. I get the feeling that the only reason they can talk about stuff is because of their shared love of Video games, but to be honest thats my love more that his, so I get on with said boyfriend better than Carl anyway. In fact Carl doesn't really have any friends apart from me, and always he doesn't need any apart from me.
Worrying?
how does your portal into my boyfs head see that one?
(I'm guessing I'm gonna get the blame for this somehow)
I apologise if this is my 3rdr 4th post in a row. The workings of mens brains facinate me.
> You want a true portayal of how blokes act with no female
> inteference?
> Watch Jackass.
> Blokes being stupid and laughing at each other.
> That's how we bond.
This is where I get worried. Carl won't make friends with other men, no matter how much I encourage him to. He says he prefers the company of women because he can't stand Laddish behaviour. He doesn't like Football or anything like that. The only male friend he sort of has is my best friends boyfriend. I get the feeling that the only reason they can talk about stuff is because of their shared love of Video games, but to be honest thats my love more that his, so I get on with said boyfriend better than Carl anyway. In fact Carl doesn't really have any friends apart from me, and always he doesn't need any apart from me.
Worrying?
how does your portal into my boyfs head see that one?
(I'm guessing I'm gonna get the blame for this somehow)
I apologise if this is my 3rdr 4th post in a row. The workings of mens brains facinate me.
unknown kernel wrote:
> This was my ex's attitude towards shopping:
>
> "Oooh, I love shopping!"
>
> *I enter record store*
>
> "Oooh, I've got a headache and I'm tired from watching you carry
> all those bags. Let's go home."
----
Bingo!
We stand oustide smoking or looking forlornly around whilst they spend 25 mins looking, just looking, at stuff.
We go into HMV and within 2 mins..."Found what you wanted?"
> This was my ex's attitude towards shopping:
>
> "Oooh, I love shopping!"
>
> *I enter record store*
>
> "Oooh, I've got a headache and I'm tired from watching you carry
> all those bags. Let's go home."
----
Bingo!
We stand oustide smoking or looking forlornly around whilst they spend 25 mins looking, just looking, at stuff.
We go into HMV and within 2 mins..."Found what you wanted?"
This was my ex's attitude towards shopping:
"Oooh, I love shopping!"
*I enter record store*
"Oooh, I've got a headache and I'm tired from watching you carry all those bags. Let's go home."
"Oooh, I love shopping!"
*I enter record store*
"Oooh, I've got a headache and I'm tired from watching you carry all those bags. Let's go home."
P@st@ Claus wrote:
> It is the most bloke orientated and funny book ever, and It does cover
> some of the points here.
--
Charles Bukowski owns him.
> It is the most bloke orientated and funny book ever, and It does cover
> some of the points here.
--
Charles Bukowski owns him.
Yup, sure.
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