Who Are These Losers?

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Never Take Advice From Feminists, unless your goal in life is to become a Crazy Cat Lady. Everyone with a modicum of common sense should understand why seeking advice from failures is unwise. If you want to get rich, you probably wouldn’t ask a homeless drunk on the park bench for advice on how to do it, and neither would any sane woman seek romantic advice from Jaclyn “I’ve Gone Down and Dirty With Strangers” Friedman.

Want to get herpes? Feminists are experts at that, but if you’d like to avoid incurable viruses, maybe you should seek advice elsewhere — Mom, Grandma, any adult with common sense who actually has your best interests at heart. This category excludes Jess Zimmerman:

 

Jess Zimmerman . . . is by all evidence a World-Class Fool. Nothing is ever her fault, you see. Bad things just happen to her because the world is a vast patriarchal conspiracy to make pudgy girls feel sad. She deserves to be loved. She is entitled to admiration (as “the woman who doesn’t prioritize appearance” and exercises her “ability to reject patriarchal standards”) so the failure of others to provide Jess Zimmerman with love and admiration is a social injustice. If you don’t love Jess Zimmerman, you have violated her civil rights.

That was a year ago, when Jess Zimmerman was arguing that men should support “man-hating” feminism because it’s actually good for men to be constantly insulted by deranged ideologues. Or something.

OK, so Jess Zimmerman says men ask her for romantic advice:

Of course, I don’t really want to make a living giving men false hope. But what if I wanted to make a living yelling at them about why their false hope is dumb?
This is a thing I do frequently now for free. Somehow, despite increasingly noisy misandry, I have amassed a small cadre of men who think I’m a good person to confide in. These are friends and partners, so it goes without saying that they are generally not confiding f–ked-up attitudes about women, but they’re also straight men with feelings; consequently, I’ve seen my share of “how do I make her fall back in love with me,” “how do I make her regret rejecting me,” “how do I change her mind.”
The answers are “you can’t,” “you can’t,” and “you can’t,” respectively, but I’ve come up with enough different ways of saying this that occasionally one gets through. It’s something I’m happy to do for the people I care about, but it is not effortless. I’ve fielded hundreds of late-night texts, balanced reassurance with tough love, hammered away at stubborn beliefs, sometimes even taken (shudder) phone calls. I’ve actually been on agony aunt duty for male friends since high school, so if it’s true that it takes 10,000 hours of practice to become an expert at something, counseling bereft dudes may in fact be my only expert skill.

STOP!

Who are these “straight men with feelings” who can’t navigate their relationships without consulting Jess Zimmerman? Look, I remember what it was like to be clueless at 15, but eventually you get the hang of it. Careful observation, trial and error, a commitment to excellence — by the time you’re 18 or 19, maybe you are not yet an acknowledged Master of the Art of Love, but you’re not the kind of hopeless amateur who would seek advice from someone like Jess Zimmerman.

Losers. This is the only word to describe any guy past the age of, oh, let’s say 25, who doesn’t realize that once a woman decides it’s over, it’s over. You had your turn at bat, and you struck out.

Could I tell you stories? Yes. Should I tell you? No.

As far as you know, my life has been an endless series of spectacular triumphs, each one surpassing the one before. Lose? Me?

Never happened. This here cowboy walked away from the rodeo wearing that big championship buckle, so to speak, and never mind how many times I got thrown off and stomped during my years on the circuit.

Pain? Cowboys don’t feel pain. And they sure as hell don’t go whining to some idiot feminist “friend” because they couldn’t finish the ride.

Here’s a clue, young men: Women know you are vulnerable. They know they can hurt you. Some women enjoy hurting men. There are women who are unspeakably cruel, remorseless sadistic monsters whose idea of amusement is ruining men’s lives. These women are called “feminists.”

Used to be, we had other words for these monsters, but nowadays they prefer to be called feminists. They have organized a political movement based on dishonesty, selfishness, and cruelty. They call this “equality.”

Guess what, guys? You are never going to win the “equality” game.

You know why? Because feminists decide what is or is not “equality.”

Feminism is a game in which the rules are designed to ensure that men always lose. A feminist will humiliate a man for the fun of it, mock him behind his back, and celebrate his destruction as social justice.

If a feminist walks into the room, guys, this is your cue to exit. Avoid feminists to the greatest extent possible. There are plenty of good women in the world. Why associate with heartless, lying, evil witches?

Did you know Jess Zimmerman slept with her college professor?

We used to have other words for women like that.

Now we just call them “feminists.”

Never take advice from those sadistic monsters.

 


69 comments

  1. This is the only word to describe any guy past the age of, oh, let’s say 25, who doesn’t realize that once a woman decides it’s over, it’s over. You had your turn at bat, and you struck out.

    It is said that generalizations are always false, and thus, I must quibble and provide evidence–anecdotal that it is–that such is the case with the above assertion.

    I’ve mentioned before, I once approached a young lady and expressed my desires and intentions for a romantic relationship, only to be rebuffed. I did move on, as there were other fish in the sea. Yet, a year or so later, the young lady who’d rebuffed me initially, showed up like Conan the Barbarian in one of Dino De Laurentiis’s fight scenes to vanquish the competitors.

    We’ve been married almost 30 years. Kids? More than replacement level procreation, thank you, all 4.0 students of impeccable character.

    Just sayin’.

  2. In fairness, perhaps I was/am an acquired taste . . . sort of like scrapple as discussed in your previous post.

  4. Ah, but see, there’s a difference in your reaction.

    The guys that she’s talking about confirmed the woman’s decision by getting clingy. Maybe they just had feelings, but from the outside that’s indistinguishable from trying to keep the best they’ll ever get — it’s a signal that they were beneath her.

    You had an abundance mentality, took it with equanimity, and she eventually realized that you were the best. But in order to be the exception to the rule, you have to act the rule.

    Not that I have much experience with that, but I’ve been studying and working on improving my mindset, such as by reading Mindset by Dweck.

  5. I clicked on Staceys last link, its an awesome look into why her career will end with “would you like fries with that”…

    “What could he have wanted from me? Manic Panic hair, a fat belly and a lousy attitude are not exactly the classic accoutrements of the professor-seducing Lolita coed. But maybe he liked my outsider looks and posturing; they signaled that I wasn’t like the others, or else they just advertised my prickly vulnerability, how easy I was to take advantage of. Maybe he just responded to the habitual cut of my necklines”..

    You signaled you were easy, he responded, and you proved him more than right.

    “I did get good marks in coming over when he wanted me, and I always turned in my assignments: getting him off, driving him around, lending him money, helping him move. But my grades in Deportment and Demandingness were poor — I kept calling him just because I wanted to see him, or being unhappy when he kicked me out at 3 in the morning after he got his blowjob. I talked back.”

    EASY, and whats more dumb as a box of rocks.

    “In the end, I didn’t have to figure out how to walk away. He took a job at another university in another country on the other side of the world, and once he was gone he shut me out. Part of me desperately wanted him to talk to me again, but in his absence, I started studying other lessons too: about feminism, about surviving abuse, about what a certain kind of man can do when he has a little power.”

    Hmmm, lets see if i can find a philosophy which allows me to transform my massive stupidity into his fault instead…Ooooh look FEMINISM.

    The comments are awesome, look for all the ones which scream “daddy issues” about “oh I did the same sort of thing, traded my vagina for a sense of power with the boss”..

  6. The weird doublethink which is this feminism harps on the fact that a large proportion of men will bang anything that moves when it suits them to say so and deny that even exists when it suits them to think they actually are that desirable.

    You put that dizzy dame, her looks and her morbid personality at a party and I guarantee you I’ll find a guy to bang her. Of course the great mystery of life to these feminists is they make such guys jump through so many hoops that of course the guy dumps them when a new and improved model comes along. Any normal woman would qualify as a step up. That makes this dame a placeholder for life.

    Feminism seems to be built on the idea no man can detect their hatred of men when you meet one in person. Trust me, if I can sniff out her sociopathy across the internet, then some doof who bangs her will do that within 5 mins. of meeting her and bang her anyway. It’s the equivalent of putting a bag over her head and holding your nose. It’s a match made in heaven and with predictable results: hateful feminists and desperate men.

  7. My whole life of desperate brokenheartedness changed when I asked myself one simple question: Do I really want that woman, or do I want her because everybody else wants her?

    When you start to seek out a mate instead of an impressive object of human art to impress everyone else, you have a much better shot at happiness.

    (No charge for this advice. Have a nice day.)

  8. You never had a relationship in the first place. Stacy’s talking about a woman you’ve been very close to and goes cold. I’ve had that happen to me, over a period of days, with no arguments or complaints, and with no sign of any problem. One woman actually begged me to never leave her on a Mon. That Fri. she expressed doubts about us living together. Nothing even remotely bad happened in between. She would not talk to me about it. I’ve had women obsessed with me later go cold, and brother, once they check out, they’re gone. I’ve learned only one thing: just accept the new version and move on. Otherwise it’s banging your end against a wall and appealing to something which no longer exists.

  10. Xojane, that shithole. Change male pronouns to “Jew” and it is indistinguishable from a neo-Nazi site.

    “I Fell in Love with My Aryan Math Teacher.” by Adolphina Shitler.

  11. I think the “beneath her” comment is the crux. Desirable women worth having want real men, not betas. And real men are in control of situations. And if they’re not, they’ll never let her know.

  12. Girls today are missing that fact that they have to put a value on themselves. They have to be the showroom new, never test driven Bentley, and settle only for the serious buyer. As I tell my daughter, no ringie, no thingie. No exceptions.

  15. Any adult who insists on wearing a haircut that would be more fitting on a 12yo skater is a dubious source for advice on anything. When I see the average leftist I am reminded of the old Gary Larson cartoon “How nature says Do Not Touch” :

  16. Our esteemed host wrote:

    You had your turn at bat, and you struck out.

    Maybe they think that it’s baseball, where in nine innings you should get at least three at-bats, and more if some of the other players get hits.

  19. Did I ever “carry a flame” for a girl who broke my heart? Yes. Yes, I did. But I moved on with my life, and everything worked out for the best.

    No man ever had a better wife than mine, and you might think — considering how far I “married up,” that young men would be making pilgrimages to seek wisdom from the Master of the Art of Love.

    “Teach us, O, Great One!”

    But no, my mastery is unacknowledged, and even my own sons fail to recognize how privileged they are to have my wise counsel. It’s so sad …

  20. Some young men have the “test drive” attitude about this, and my daughters have been warned: “You’re the Lamborghini. Test-driving is neither permitted nor necessary.”

    My eldest daughter married at 21, two months after she graduated college, and before her husband started law school. If we expect young people to wait until they’re married, we ought not expect them to wait too long.

  21. “… a large proportion of men will bang anything that moves …”

    And feminists insist we can never “slut-shame” women who cooperate with this! All blame for everything wrong belongs with men, and never mind that it takes two to tango. Never mind how imposing sex education in schools tends to serve as an official “green light” for adolescent promiscuity. Never mind the failure of proper parental supervision that results in young people running wild. Back in the day, of course, plenty of us ran wild anyway, but nobody told us this was OK, and juvenile delinquents didn’t feel entitled to social approval. The girl who went chasing after young hoodlums didn’t expect anyone’s approval.

  22. It reminds me of those half-man, half-woman carnival posters. Considering feminists obsessions with “gender,” that’s no coincidence. These are truly fruity people who actually believe storms follow them throughout their lives, rather than the truth their own failures of character follow them about. They have formed this into an ideology. Unsurprisingly, heterosexuals are abnormal within their world.

  23. Feminists love the pillory the sullen “Nice Guys.” You know, the sexually unsuccessful ones who resent that attractive female acquaintances will confide in them about their relationship problems with other guys, because the women usually consider their male confidant to be some neutered, non-threatening, non-attractive, androgynous entity.

    I think one reason the man-hating Jess Zimmerman may be so perpetually petulant is that her male acquaintances assigned her the role of “Nice Girl.” That is, she is the frumpy and homely female person whom males find non-intimidating and unattractive enough that they will confide to her about their frustrations and failures in pursuing the attractive females. Maybe Zimmerman got fed up with being the funny fat friend.

  24. Next you will be telling me youd look down your nose at roadkill kangaroo..
    Pre-tenderised by the truck bullbar.

  28. Many years ago, it was common to be married at around 16-17. It’s only recently that ages at marriage have crept up around the early 20s or later.

  30. I only agree with the test drive attitude if they’re actually seeking a mate; if marriage is the goal.

    If it’s just “getting laid,” then it’s destructive, because, if they’re getting into the pattern of sex-for-fun, they’re not going to suddenly learn to be monogamous at some later date.

  33. May be. I’ve seen chicks worse looking than her in good marriages, however. You have to place a value on yourself and look for a guy that will pay the price. There are such men out there, but the current crop of her type don’t want what that brings.

  34. Familiarity breeds indifference? You should consider the possibility that your children how privileged they are because they don’t know what it’s like not to have wise counsel.

  40. Meh. It’s probably happened once or twice in her lifetime, and she is exaggerating several times over because she thinks it makes her look important.

  50. “Clearly, those “worse looking” chicks had something that Ms. Zimmerman doesn’t.”

    Common sense and basic human decency.

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