Who would want a man like this?
Who would want a man like this?
I made a huge mistake today. I pulled up something on Tumblr called “Power Femme Posts.” I wish I could say hilarity ensued, but it was more like vomit. Lots and lots of vomit.
I’m not much of a Tumblr junkie. As a matter of fact, when I was looking for the site, I misspelled “tumblr” as “tumbler.” Google corrected me, because I’m apparently not woke enough for this shit, so I was able to find this site. WHY, OH WHY???
This feed is filled with nothing but third-wave feminist garbage – the kind of trash true feminists like Camille Paglia view like they would something smelly on the bottom of their shoe.
Respect the power of the vagina!
You will consider us attractive no matter how repulsive, weird, inappropriate tattooed, pierced, rainbow-haired, obese, or otherwise heinous we are!
We don’t need to prove ourselves worthy; the mere fact that we have a hairy snatch between our legs (because dog forbid we actually groom – grooming is a sign of patriarchal oppression) makes us worthy!
What woman in her right mind would want this subservient, pathetic, docile excuse for a man in her life? And why?
I nearly threw up when I saw this sad excuse for a man kneeling at the feet of this snotty excuse for a female, who is supposed to consider herself to be the dominant personality in the relationship! Why would ANYONE call this crawling, scraping, obsequious creature a man?
The problem with these third-wave feminist shrews is that they don’t want equality. They don’t want to be acknowledged for their skills, prowess, and accomplishments. They merely want to wield power over men – nothing more.
Surfing through this Femme Power forest of inadequacy, I saw nothing about intellectual pursuits, nothing about actual accomplishments (other than the vagina between their legs), and nothing about hard work or paying your dues.
What I saw was a metaphorical daisy chain of mediocrities, stroking one another’s egos and delusions of grandeur, while putting down their male counterparts and fantasizing about the day they take over.
As a woman, I’m sickened by this!
I raised two kids, mostly as a single parent after my divorce. My husband and I met when my kids were already teenagers, and he provided a steady, fun, rational male presence in their lives, because their father had lost interest after he found his current piece of ass. I will admit I make more than my husband does. I work longer hours. I’ve worked my knuckles raw to get where I am in life, and I deserve everything I have accomplished.
But never – EVER – would I expect my husband to exhibit the kind of wretched servility we see in this photo!
This isn’t a man! This is a spineless, submissive invertebrate with MAYBE a penis between its legs! I wouldn’t be interested enough to find out, frankly, because this sad excuse for a male doesn’t deserve a strong, independent woman.
Here’s what these women just don’t get.
You don’t become strong by hobbling those who are stronger than you. You’re still an inadequate weakling, but now you’re a despicable one as well, because you’ve destroyed another merely to build yourself up – not by your accomplishments, but by brute force.
You don’t become any less of a pathetic mediocrity by crippling those around you who aren’t. It’s an illusion that will eventually blow up in your face, when you realize that you still don’t have the skills necessary to create, build, and improve the world around you, but you have driven away those who do.
You don’t become a provider by subjugating your significant other, nor do you become a protector by forcing that naked, groveling amoeba into submission.
And if you’re a man, who is so scared to lose a woman that you would allow it to happen, you don’t deserve your place in the household, other than at the feet of an obese, rainbow-haired, overly-pierced non-entity, whose only “accomplishment” is to shame you into burying your self esteem, hating your own intelligence and skills, and loathing your own masculinity.
Maybe there are women out there who like this perverse version of a man, and whose fragile ego can only tolerate a groveling parasite as a mate. Maybe these women are so lacking in skill, strength, intelligence, and self-esteem, that the only way they can feel good about themselves is to subjugate men into the spineless, loathsome amoeba you see in that graphic.
As for me…
I’d rather live alone, surrounded by a multitude of cats and doilies, than spend my life with the oily invertebrate that arrogant shrew appears to have tamed in that picture.