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I think we might have another Hugo Schwyzer on our hands
I think we might have another Hugo Schwyzer on our hands
It doesn’t instil great confidence, let’s put it that way. But it’s an impressive contortion. By indulging in ostentatious self-abasement, he’s signalling his elevation above the likes of thee and me.
And I’m not sure he’s thought through the practicalities.
On Elfwick’s tweet it also has “#RespectSexWorkers”, so I think what he is saying is that he believes he should pay his hookers up front, as those are likely his only interactions with women, rather than after whatever acts have been agreed to, and that if he fails to perform adequately, or at all, the hooker gets to keep the money. The problem with this, of course, is that payment up front leaves no incentive for the party of the second part to perform adequately.
Related.
https://pjmedia.com/instapundit/253932/
“Men” should have to pay a deposit?
Hee, hee, hee, hee, heee….. What a funny little thing he is.
Can all the female readers of his tweet demand a cash refund?
You always have to pay upfront, dont you know. No pay, no play.
So I showed this to my wife. She said, “Tell this little tit he owes me two bucks”.
What did Brandon’s mom do to him.
Oh, there’s more.
https://empathological.wordpress.com/2013/04/20/the-man-the-tylenol-and-the-toyota/
^This. Pure honest genius.
He is still chasing the lift.
Reminded me of this, spotted by Joan recently.
If I may go off topic for a moment, on this day The King of Kings was born. Please celebrate responsibly.
Carry on.
I blame the Russians. And George Bush. And fluoride. And the unmarked UN helicopters.
“Men should have to pay a deposit at the start of any interaction they have w/ a woman. If they waste her time, they don’t get it back.”
So, what if the “interaction” involves sexual activity?
What does that make the woman?
If such groveling gets him laid then hats off. Well done, sir.
Is there a woman depot I can return her for recycling if I want my deposit back?
Is this a reciprocal arrangement?
Based on his lost-puppy-looking-for-love Instagram profile, Brandon Evers reminds me not of Hugo Schwyzer, the charming sociopath type of male feminist, but of Elliot Rodger, a lonely boy lost in a spiral of narcissism and attention-seeking.
Like Rodger, he’s not a bad looking guy but he falls into an uncanny valley in terms of gender and racial types, and he evidently has a history of being self-conscious about his looks. Like Rodger, he’s trying to medicate his self-consciousness by imitating a celebrity selfie culture and seeking approval on social media – as a cure for self-consciousness, this is gasoline on a fire. Like Rodger, he’s adopted a feminine style of navel-gazing about his vulnerabilities and displaying his sensitivities, and like Rodger he’s finding that this strategy doesn’t work so well for gauche young men as it does for young women in the prime of attractiveness. Like Rodger, he’s a prince who’d treat his theoretical girlfriend like a princess if only the shallow b—- would turn her attention away from the thugs and unworthy men she’s in the habit of dating.
I’d have hesitated to bring up the similarity, because there are a lot of lost boys who resemble Elliot Rodger in every way except that they’ll never be murderers, and they don’t deserve to be condemned because they make a show on social media of how enlightened and in touch with their feminine sides they are. But having looked through this guy’s Twitter history, where he never stops slandering men and masculinity, I’m happy to put the similarity out there in the hope that the Jezebelites pick it up and run with it.
Is this a reciprocal arrangement?
I’m guessing it’s another one of those non-reciprocal principles so beloved by the left.
I’m happy to put the similarity out there in the hope that the Jezebelites pick it up and run with it
Great post Fred, but they have all the self-awareness of a piece of flint.
Most blokes I know, when they interact (as Mr Evers delicately puts it) with a woman, aren’t interested in paying a deposit. They are more interested in leaving one.
Brandon Evers should have to pay a deposit before he says or writes anything, if it is stupid we keep the money, if it is very stupid, we get to punch him in the face as a bonus.
Oh, there’s more.
“I appreciate you reading it… would you like to come back to mine and put it into practise?”
*bowchickawowow*”
Is Godfrey Elfwick actually Iowahawk in disguise???
He has already established what he thinks women are, now he wants to pay to haggle over price?
the Jezebelites
I think the preferred nomenclature is “Jezbians”, actually.
I bet he doesn’t stand to urinate.
Related.
I’m sure the courses on how to purge oneself of “toxic blackness” and “toxic femininity” will be along in no time.
So I saw two new Sherlock episodes last night: “The Six Thatchers” and “The Lying Detective.”
And I’m wondering why they don’t confine themselves to mind-bending mystery-solving instead of everyone playing head games with everyone else. And not very good ones, at that.
If it weren’t for wazziz-face’s performance, there’d be no reason to watch.
So much wasted talent.
The series is showing signs of having outstayed it’s welcome. Perhaps it should have learned from ‘Fawlty Towers’..?
And I’m wondering why they don’t confine themselves to mind-bending mystery-solving instead of everyone playing head games with everyone else. And not very good ones, at that.
Yeah, Sherlock has pretty much blown all of the goodwill it had accumulated through series one and two. I found the wedding episode so aggravating in its masturbatory cleverness, and its disregard for any actual detection, or any pacing and suspense, that I haven’t watched it since. By most accounts the latest series has been unimpressive too.
It’s odd how shows that have been sharply written and performed can go so horribly off the rails. (See also Modern Family, which has gone from seeming effortless to being contrived and pretty dire.)
Yes, now John is going to be angry with Sherlock again but for a longer time. It’s become a bit soap opera-ey.
Speaking of Sherlock, this by Peter Risdon may be relevant.
“It’s rare for something to be so thoroughly misunderstood.” (from the Risdon article)
90% of David’s website refutes this statement, no? Of course, intentional misunderstanding designed to mislead others may be a different thing.
I’m still appalled at the “ultimate blackmailer” episode in which no one was actually blackmailed. Though he DID pee in Sherlock’s fireplace, which, I’m guessing that was the defining event from which the rest of the episode was derived.
Same with the “serial killer” in which there were not any serial killings presented to us, only a trollish knave and his psychotic daughter.
Meanwhile in the Clown Quarter of Academia:
Subject: Glasgow Glam Rock Dialogues
Dear all,
With apologies for cross-posting and self glam promotion….
Due to PHENOMENAL demand and following packed out shows at the CCA and Glasgow School of Art, Glasgow Glam Rock Dialogues: 3 – Commune is back for one night and one night only!
7.30pm Friday 3 March
Gilmorehill Theatre, 9 University Avenue, Glasgow, G12 8QQ
The Glasgow Glam Rock Dialogues is an attempt to “perform thinking” in front of a live audience, and mixes Brechtian techniques with a glam rock aesthetic. During the performances David Archibald and Carl Lavery from the School of Culture and Creative Arts at the University of Glasgow channel the spirits of Marc Bolan and Suzi Quatro, Karl Marx and Peter Kropotkin, to approach pressing issues facing the world today. In the Glasgow Glam Rock Dialogues, the aim is not to teach but to provoke debate, whilst sporting spandex trousers and feather boas.
Glasgow Glam Rock Dialogues: 3 – Commune is a dialogic performance which takes the Paris Commune as its starting point. Carl and David will explore commune as a theoretical concept, the specificities of the Paris Commune and its lessons and afterlives, the role of radical art and culture, and then think through possible futures for communism and capitalism in a twenty-first century context.
There will be song. There will be poetry. There will be mascara.
Written and Performed by David Archibald and Carl Lavery
There will be song. There will be poetry. There will be mascara.
So, not the Scotland of Robert the Bruce, then?
Robert the Bruce probably didn’t mind a bit of song or poetry. Pretty certain he didn’t have a lot of truck with Mascara, or for that matter, feather boas and spandex.
When I think of “deposit,” I don’t think returnable.
oooh, Brandon is a hard-core “nice guy.” If he puts in so many compliment tokens, he’ll receive sex. See?
If he puts in so many compliment tokens, he’ll receive sex. See?
Well…
Spiny Norman, it’s the hope of the sex.
David, I thought I was the only one who was just tired out from the wedding episode.
Mental health avocado.
Men should have to pay a deposit at the start of any interaction they have w/ a woman.
Insert joke about sperm bank here.
I wouldn’t associate with any female that swooned over that twit/tweet and I certainly wouldn’t consider them women.
(dear god!)
Robert the Bruce probably . . . . didn’t have a lot of truck with . . . spandex.
I imagine a distinct general lack of central heating may have contributed to a preference for something else.
That and also the lack of applicable chemistry.
So who wants to take bets as to when his infiltration/groveling of the feminist hierarchy lands him a rape charge?
Some feminist harpy is going to be disappointed with him at some point; that’s he not the complete package. It wont be good enough.
Boom. False rape charge.
Oh it’s the “only women can decide if I’m a feminist” guy. Yeah I knew about him. Craven, self-abasing pillock.
He even manages to abase the rest of us, sometimes from huge distances, so in a way he’s a force to be reckoned with
in a way he’s a force to be reckoned with
..if he hadn’t been knitted together with extra-soft pink wool, that is..
dicentra: And I’m wondering why they don’t confine themselves to mind-bending mystery-solving instead of everyone playing head games with everyone else. And not very good ones, at that.
David: Yeah, Sherlock has pretty much blown all of the goodwill it had accumulated through series one and two. I found the wedding episode so aggravating … that I haven’t watched it since. By most accounts the latest series has been unimpressive too.
I am a huge Holmes fan who enjoyed the first two seasons of Sherlock, but was somehow put off by the third season, and have not been able to summon any interest lately.
This explains what put me off: instead of telling interesting self-contained stories in a reimagined canon style, the series has become all about the backstory arcs. Which are filled with head games and weirdness.
The Sherlockian allusions remain mildly amusing, but are not enough to cover the odd base flavor of the material.
“Oh, there’s more.”
Oh, dear. Thankfully the author’s photo was very small.
i too gave up on Sherlock long ago.
give Elementary a go. if you don’t smile when Watson says “You named a bee after me” then i don’t want to know you anymore.
if you don’t smile when Watson says “You named a bee after me” then i don’t want to know you anymore.
Heh. And after the rough patch of the ‘Kitty’ episodes, which saw ratings practically halve, Elementary seems more or less back on form.