Another, named Lea Rose Emery, has a new article up at the feminist rag entitled “7 Ways To Inject Feminism Into Your Dating Life, Because It’s About Damn Time.” Charming. In the spirit of gender equality that feminists purport is the core of feminism, I’d like to review Lea Rose’s “7 Ways” to see if they are sexist, or, if men can use them in the same fashion that feminists do. The solution is to get some drive-thru burgers on the way to pick her up and wolf them down before you arrive. Nothing shows more disrespect for your date than showing up filthy and ill-dressed. If you let her know that she is both expected to pay her share of both money and sex, you’ll signify that you are a no-nonsense guy who won’t put up with her tedious shit nor take “no” for an answer. But seriously, Lea Rose, shouldn’t women have to ask for consent from men, too?
Until I started studying women’s history and feminism I had no words for the ways men treated me. I knew what was happening because it happens a lot. You know how it goes, you’re an idea, an ethereal creature who’s shown up in their life to complete them or to be saved by their manly strength and support.
The best moment of clarity came when I started dating one of my co-workers when I was a sophomore in college. This has happened to me more than once, hell more than twice. Does my hair just scream “Unable to commit to societally dictated standards of feminine beauty, please date me so I can grow my hair out? What qualities do I possess that make me a target for jackasses who feel like I owe them something simply because they talked to me?
He asked if I wanted to watch 500 Days of Summer and I said yes. I love Joseph Gordon-Levitt, it has a nice soundtrack, the problem arose when I actually asked why he wanted to watch it. I recently started dating myself, and to be honest, I think I’m the one.
Lea Rose writes: Just like with dating, you should be dictating what happens in the bedroom some of the time.
If setting impossible standards is okay for a feminist, it is okay for a man, too. Because dating a feminist sounds like a nightmare to me, and you should make her go through exactly the same thing.
Once he stumbled onto Girl Writes What's videos, August Løvenskiolds, aka The Bibo Sez, started eating red pills like they were tic-tacs.
He likes debating feminists, but knows this stage will pass soon enough.
We’re in the last month of summer now in the Northern Hemisphere, and feminists are at long last crawling out of their mud huts where they’ve been estivating, hiding their pallid bloat from the male gaze and getting ready to go back to school to launch their next round of rape hoaxes. If that means being submissive, that’s fine— feminists can be submissive, too!
This summer, the best dull whine they could muster was on the oppressive nature of air conditioning. I am SO going to report you for harassment and rape once this date is over. At this point, you should stand up and without another word, walk out of the restaurant, never to return. It just means you making sure you’re getting what you want.