None. You were born in the friend zone and you shall die in the friend zone, and when you die the Accused Gender will grind your bones up into dust and use them in our secret gender sex magic.
Keeping men in the friend zone is how we consolidate our magical witch powers. Sorry.
death. death is your only escape.
We trapped you in this zone through our own wiles, and the friendzone is a cage of cursed barbed wire you can never escape, and we will laugh at your futile attempts and sup on your despair
We formed the Accused Gender supervillian coven for that purpose, plebe.
No woman is required to find you sexually attractive. No matter how good of a friend you are, thinking she’ll notice this and fall in love with you like every cheesy rom com ever. Just because a heterosexual woman is attracted, generally, to men, that does not mean she is attracted sexually to ALL men, nor that your “good behavior” will make her sexually attracted to you magically.
Do you find all of you female friends attractive? Are they, by virtue of their common activities with you, and by being nice to you and doing things for you, entitled to your cock? You’d probably say no. The reverse is also true. Shut the fuck up about being in the friendzone and either move on to someone who DOES see you as relationship material, or accept that you have a good friendship with someone of the opposite sex.
So Tumblr, normally I can take insults pretty well but a recent happening (of about an hour ago) has really made my blood boil.
So I’m walking in town by myself, and a woman who was about 20 was walking in front of me. We turn a few of the same corners, so it’s obvious we’re going to the same place.
But then I realise that she keeps looking over her shoulder at me. And then she sped up a little, clinging to her bag.
It came to my attention she thought I was going to attack her.
To test my theory, I sped up a little. She noticed and sped up even more until she was practically jogging.
Now here’s a few details:
Me: Overweight 17 year old boy wearing shorts and a t-shirt with Cookie Monster on it.
Her: 20 year old woman wearing high heels and has a bag
Time of day: 2pm
Clearly I looked threatening and was going to attack her.
Inspired by the “Racism in America” youtube videos, I decided to have a little fun.
I kept picking up my pace, she kept turning around, noticing I had sped up, and in turn did the same.
Then, after making sure she was looking I suddenly started into a sprint and when I was about 3 foot away from her she screamed.
And then I ran straight past her.
I didn’t get to ser her face as I ran past, but I hoping she was incredibly embarrassed.
In retrospect, I probably should have asked her for her Social Justic blog URL…
Misandry doesn’t exist apparently, isn’t that right Tumblr?
Okay. I must be losing my mind, because, when I read this, I could have sworn that the OP really and truly believes that I should feel sorry for him for being stereotyped/victimised.
*reads again, just to make sure*
Wow. That is what I read. Unbelievable. Okay, let’s strip out of this situation your wounded sense of propriety or your offence at being so stereotyped, or whatever it was that you felt justified your actions and look at this situation neutrally: You noticed that a woman, through no fault of your own, was acting in manner that suggested she was afraid of you.
Now, there were lots of different things you could have done in this situation. You could have smiled and waved to show her that you could see her looking at you and to appear less threatening, all at once. You could have fell back a step or two so she would feel more comfortable. You could have crossed the street. You could have, in a no-doubt sincere fit of over-compensation, channelled your internal Martin Freeman. If you were truly offended, you could have approached her at that point and asked her why she felt threatened. Or you could have done nothing at all, bit your lip, and simply ignored it. Any one of those actions would have been a kinder and more human thing than what you actually did.
Because, instead, when you saw a frightened woman you did everything you could to make her more afraid. You happily played up to the predator stereotype you claim to abhor and acted in as intentionally menacing a way as you could, to, in your own words, “have a little fun” with her. You carried on to such a point, that when you ran past her, again, according to your own description, as you drew close she literally screamed with fear and panic.
And then you came online to complain about how you had been unfairly stereotyped and victimised? Seriously?
Let’s make something perfectly clear here: You were angry because you felt like you were being unfairly pre-judged. She was terrified because she thought she might be hurt or worse. Both are unpleasant things to feel, but one emotion, hers, is far, far worse than the other and you made it worse, deliberately. Make no mistake, what you did here was utterly unacceptable. Your actions were in no way just and you were not a victim here. You lost any right to claim any morality in your action when you saw that another human being was afraid of you and decided to make that person more afraid. You should be ashamed of yourself and deciding if that is the kind of man you want to be, not coming online to tell other people how bad your day was and trying to get them to justify your abhorrent behaviour.
Yes, OP, you are clearly helping your case by terrorizing and harassing someone who is scared of you. Stupid ass motherfucker, then you wonder why women say they hate men.
Reblogging for excellent commentary.
OP is disgusting.
OP is super lucky that woman’s instinct was not to try and hit him really hard before she ran the fuck away. Asshole!
This post deals with discussions of rape and sexual assault, and may be triggering for some readers.
Last night, I read an article about the new Tomb Raider game. As a gamer, and a woman, Tomb Raider has always been on my radar, but as I’m more of an FPS/horror fan, it was never something that I played. That being said, Lara Croft being the gaming monolith that she is, it is almost impossible to NOT know at least the basics of the character, and series.
The article I read wasn’t linked to in a very flattering light. The article itself was written in an unflattering tone, and the comments obviously followed suit. Now the words themselves, what Ron Rosenberg was saying, weren’t inherently awful. How they wanted to make Lara more “human” and relatable. That you’d want to “protect” her. And one of the ways writers like to take a strong female character down a notch is to rape them and/or threaten them with rape. The first read, I wasn’t sure what to think. Other people seemed to be mad. And I definitely didn’t feel like it was a GREAT idea, but at the same time, I couldn’t quite articulatewhyit bugged me so much, until I talked with my husband about it and broke it down in to several basic parts.
First, I am mad because other people are upset. I don’t like people being upset. Ireallydon’t like it when people I love are upset. A lot of the people I love are women, some of whom have been in abusive relationships/situations. Making them upset makes me upset, which makes me want to punch someone in the face to make them feel better. Ron Rosenberg is not close enough for me to punch him in the face, and also, he’s not the one that deserves it. He did not create rape culture, although he seems to be intent on perpetuating it.
Second, I am upset because as a gamer, I don’t want my characters totally relatable in a lot of games. I am not threatened by Lara Croft’s body or skills. She is pixels and polygons* and is not a real person. When I play a game, I don’t want someone who has the same skill level as I do, because that’s effectively nothing and that would probably be a really boring game unless you are interested in a game about someone who changes a lot of diapers and folds the same blanket roughly 500 times a day. I want a hero! I want an expert! Nathan Drake is a funny, human, relatable character, but even after he’s been wandering in the desert for days and is on the verge of death, he’s still scaling buildings and walls like the freaking King of the Monkeys. It’s totally possible to make a character relatable and still ensure they are bad-ass. No one is saying “Nathan Drake is too unrelatable for men, let’s rape him and make him more vulnerable”.
Third, I don’t WANT to protect Lara Croft. I want Lara Croft to kick ass and swing from vines and shoot people or whatever it is she does best. I am not interested in babysitting a character, and that’s what it sounds like they’re doing with this franchise. Maybe I’m wrong, only playing this game will actually show me how bad or good it is, and I don’t have that chance yet. But to me, playing a game where the character is vulnerable or weak in any way feels like a total setback. I am scared to advance. I am scared to put my character/self in a dangerous situation, and as a result, the game isn’t fun for me. [Survival Horror is a strange creature, though, where the fear IS the point of the game, and you know what you’re getting in to when you play a Silent Hill or Resident Evil. There is no blind-side where you think you’re playing a puzzle game and suddenly someone’s trying to do you up the butt or something.]
Fourth and lastly, I am upset by this change because as a woman, I don’t want to be reminded that rape exists. Frankly, I don’t need to be reminded that rape exists. Statistically, I am more likely to be assaulted by someone I know than a stranger. Statistically, my daughter is more likely to be assaulted than your son, and that scares the ever-loving shit out of me. I already live in a world where I am made all too aware of the possibilities of rape and sexual assault, simply because I am a woman. Please, let me have a world where the go-to device to make a woman seem less powerful is to threaten her with sexual assault, because it’s lazy writing and it smacks of misogyny when you can’t think of something more creative. There are other ways to show a female character, or any character, is at a disadvantage without randomly trying to show penises at her and/or them. Maybe she can’t climb as well at first. Maybe her jump mechanic doesn’t work 100% and you have to retry. Who knows, the possibilities are endless, seriously guys.
In the end, what I want to know is this: Do you have a daughter, Ron? And if you do, how would you rather she sees herself? As a strong, kick-ass, undefeatable powerhouse? Or a woman who needs to be reminded on a daily basis, from all forms of media and her father included, that she can be raped? Come on, Ron, we’ve all had enough women in fridges.
*I think it’s polygons, I haven’t read up a lot on the latest graphics and whatever, don’t yell at me if I’m wrong. Polygons are what we used in my day and we liked it, damnit.
My thoughts on this are at the ABW, but pretty much mirror what is said above.
Eh this is completely wrong. He was actually quite fond of the Reagans. It was at a White House dinner however. Here is what actually happened. From his autobiography.
Miles writes: “She looked at me and turned all red and shit, then she said, ‘Well, what have you done that’s so important in your life? Why are you here?’
“Now, I just hate shit like this coming from someone who is ignorant, but who wants to be hip and has forced you into a situation where you’re talking to them in this manner. She brought this on herself. So then I said, ‘Well, I’ve changed music five or six times, so I guess that’s what I’ve done and I guess I don’t believe in playing just white compositions.’
“I looked at her real cold and said, ‘Now, tell me what have you done of any importance other than be white, and that ain’t important to me, so tell me what your claim to fame is?’”
Oh hey, look at that. The original quote was a scathing critique of race and unearned ambition but the popularized version simultaneously glorified sexism while confining Davis to the caricature of the angry black man.
Go fucking figure.
I love Tumblr.