I’m not a fan of online advertising, or at the very least corporate advertising. Not only is it a bad way to make money, accepting advertising indiscriminately will limit your free speech. I could lard this site up with all sorts of pop-ups and related crap, but I won’t because I don’t want to constrain myself in order to please some cowardly suit.
Q: How do you give a woman an orgasm?
A: Who cares?
That’s the conventional manosphere wisdom anyway, and there’s some truth to it. Given the Cosmo/feminist idea that men are nothing more than breathing dildos who exist to get girls off—and if the girl doesn’t orgasm, it’s always his fault—it’s not surprising that some guys would overreact in the opposite direction.
Per usual, the truth is somewhere in between.
I’m honestly not sure what to make of this book.
Beyond the Bush is the debut novel by Robert Ignatius Dillon, who I know absolutely nothing about. The only reason I read the book is because it’s the first release from Ann Sterzinger’s Hopeless Books that wasn’t written by Sterzinger herself; she sent me a review copy some time ago. To date, this is the only writing of any kind that Dillon has had published under this name.
Which leaves me without any sort of framework to build this review on.
NOTE: This article was originally published at Alternative Right on August 11, 2012. I’m re-posting it here as the site is now defunct.
Last week, I Tweeted a series of comments denigrating “men” in the manosphere who go weak at the knees whenever a woman who agrees with them bursts onto the scene. For all the talk about men being dominant and leading women, an awful lot of guys in this corner of the Internet are eager to prostrate themselves before any girl who talks about how much she hates feminism and thinks being white is just swell.
A couple years back, when Deus Ex: Human Revolution was released, I pulled out my copies of the first two games in the series to get myself back up to speed on the plot. Deus Ex installed and played just fine, but when I went to boot up Invisible War, the game refused to start, even though it had installed just fine. A bit of Google research and I found the problem; the copy protection on the disc had a tendency to degrade when the disc got older. I fixed the problem by downloading a no-CD patch so I could play the game without the disc.
That’s right: I had to break the law in order to play a game I legally bought… all because of a piece of software that was designed to keep me from breaking the law.
The most recent release in Adam Lawson’s Cigars and Legs series, The White Dames is a collection of three short stories following private eye Ron Cavanaugh through three seemingly disparate but interrelated cases. If you’re looking for snappy dialogue, sultry dames and murder, look no further:
Smoking a long cigarette, or rather letting it accumulate ashes in her hands, was a young woman, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two, and built with the typical Donnelly tall and lithe form, legs up to here and bare up to her dangerously short blue jean shorts. She wore a red top that didn’t cover her abdomen and a big pair of dark sunglasses over her eyes. Blond hair spilled out from under her white hat.
What is the nature of beauty?
In many ways, extreme beauty can be terrifying, mainly because beauty is inhuman. The human race is ugly to average; obese Section 8 baby mamas, moralizing Baptists, drugged-up gays plugging each other in public bathrooms. When a man sees a beautiful woman, or a person in general sees a virtuous individual, their instinctive reaction is fear, fear of something that is rare, uncommon, and potentially dangerous.
Man is not a learning animal.
In this edition of the Extravaganza, I welcome back Andy Nowicki to talk about his two latest books, Lost Violent Souls and Beauty and the Least. We also talk about the nature of beauty itself, the manosphere’s obsession with total masculine control in relationships, the intriguing sad sack that Lee Harvey Oswald was, and more.
As I’ve written in my book Confessions of an Online Hustler, the best way to protect yourself from hackers, stalkers and other freaks online is to not be an idiot. Don’t provoke people needlessly, don’t be excessively belligerent, and don’t do anything to them that you wouldn’t want done to you. Not being a dumbass will save you in 95 percent of cases.
This is for the remaining five percent.
The sequel to Adam Lawson’s The Boots Are Red, this book follows private eye Ron Cavanaugh as he investigates the Salt Marsh, the crime syndicate that runs his home town. Now in a relationship with the sultry Audrey Carmen, the stakes are raised when she finds herself embroiled in the Salt Marsh’s nefarious plots:
“What’s the password?” An equally seedy voice asked.
Password? What is this, the 1920s? I fished around in my pocket and produced a ten dollar bill. “Hamilton,” I said.
“‘Fraid not.” The slit slammed shut.