I was having a pretty great day.
I figured out that my tax refund would subsidize my vacation plans, I read about the best penguin ever biting Newt “Odious Motherfucker” Gingrich and I enjoyed reading about the glory of Flowers In The Attic as a drinking game. Everything was pretty much awesome. Which was a problem because I needed something to write about. Surely, somewhere in the vast wilderness of the internet something suitably stupid was happening. Of course it was and it’s called the Men’s Rights Movement.
How did I not know about this before?
How could I have been so blind as to ignore the most put upon and abused members of our society, white heterosexual men? Now I have heard their songs and I finally understand how hard it is to be the man in charge. Bless them.
My new understanding of the world’s inequities began with a song.
A simple, heartfelt ditty that expresses the deep pain felt by so many men. The men who exist in the world only to be shat upon by women, oh woe to them. Luckily, they can turn to their acoustic guitars and strum their pain away…for 8 minutes. They have a lot of pain ok?
These good men do all this dying and work to better the world and all he sees is the hatred of women for men like him.
Don’t you feel terrible? Don’t you feel like this country was built on the backs of long suffering white heterosexual men? Oh but this was only the beginning.
You see, like any movement the Men’s Rights folks love to turn to the arts to get their point across. Well, the arts and Reddit but I digress.
The plight of men has spawned a number of heartfelt odes no doubt inspired by Euterpe herself. Unless the fact that the muses are depicted as women is also considered anti-man. Why is everything in the world so sexist? Why can’t there be separate but equal dude muses? God.
It is amazing that, in the face of such female cultural domination, these brave men have created these powerful works and thanks to the good men at Artistry Against Misandry I’ve learned that these feelings can be expressed through many genres.
There is the Creed revival sound of Jade Michael and the FTSU Crew-
Not only are they done with holding doors, they won’t “be your utility” and in care you were wondering they will not marry you because “it’s time to fuck your shit up.” In this case, I am unsure which shit in particular they are seeking out. From what I understand many men find women’s shit mysterious so I can’t imagine they are headed in to fuck that up.
But that’s not all, there’s also this insight on sexual harassment from Creative Brother-
“Don’t you know it don’t take much, for most straight males to get shook up?”
Damnit, woman stop tempting good men! They can’t help but objectify you. Why you gotta dress like a hoe? Stop blaming men for their natural responses. They can’t help it, it’s biology!
Many more fine examples can be found here and thanks to what I’ve learned from Man boobz (an excellent digest of what the fuckery) I’m certain that I’ve not even scraped the surface of what these fine freedom fighters have to offer.
heh heh … you said Euterpe!
i cannot believe you listened to that entire 8-minute wankfest at the beginning! i couldn’t make it half way through, partly because his mournful, poor-me style of singing was putting me to sleep, and partly because the lyrics were making me puke. i was afraid i’d choke on my puke in my sleep…
I was compelled by something between devotion to my art and wild disbelief.
If you want true pain, try out his poem about how feminists killed Kurt Cobain- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJoqmzH83Vc&list=UUza2fxgxl27h3S1yFnGyu1A&index=2&feature=plcp
It is the worst.
Oh yes, that 8 minute sad, sad tune has only inspired me to want to write a 10 minute rebuttal about how I’m a better man than he for not becoming a man hater despite what my grandmother went through among others – oh, I have far more stories than he. Unfortunately I cannot play a dirge on a guitar. And then the shouters – well wtf to them I say, you call yourselves misogynists so you assume all women are misandrists? Finally, dress like a ho is the best of the bunch – what fun pictures accompany that little excuse for being a pig.
Sarah, you have definitely suffered for your craft here – now don’t go there ever again
P.S. – Perhaps Kurt Cobain deserved it.