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Archive Monthly Archives: July 2012

Life Imitates Art; or, Adventureland and Kristen Stewart as Homewrecking Slut

I ordinarily give about as much thought to celebrity gossip as I do to piles of dog shit on the sidewalk (i.e. none), but a couple of articles from Heartiste and W.F. Price on Kristen Stewart cheating on her boyfriend with the director of her latest movie piqued my interest. I was a bit surprised […]

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Krista Jane Heflin’s Suicide Was a Hoax

After I put up my article gleefully pissing all over Krista Jane Heflin’s (aka “Femitheist Divine”) self-mutilated body, I began to wonder if the whole thing was made up, like a few others in the manosphere. I figured it didn’t matter, because someone who would fake their own suicide just to get attention is an […]

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Our Only Defense is to Gather as an Army

On this trip so far, I’ve met two people via the blog. When I was in Chicago, one reader bought me lunch at a bar near Lincoln Park, and I had vodka Sprites with another guy off State Street in Madison. Both were cool, interesting dudes: I haven’t run into any Stydie-esque spazzy morons, though […]

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Music Reviews: The Ten Albums You WOULDN’T Want to Be Legally Prohibited from Owning

I always hated those “deserted island” questions. You know what I mean: “If you were stranded on a deserted island, what albums/video games/pointless media distractions would you bring with you?” Bitch, if I knew I was going to be stranded on a deserted island, my number one priority would be bringing things that would help me a) […]

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Men’s Rights Activists Really Are Sackless Pussies; or, May Krista Jane Heflin Burn in Hell

A few days ago, a radical feminist blogger who went by the handle “Femitheist Divine” decided that life was just too difficult and decided to check out of the hotel. One bullet to the head and it was all over. Good for her, I say. The more feminists voluntarily recuse themselves from this vale of tears, the […]

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Notes from the Road: From Chicago to Milwaukee with Fatigue

What’s the longest a human being can go without sleep? I have no idea, but I know the longest I can go without sleep is about four days, mainly because that’s when I start getting Lost Weekend-style hallucinations and passing out whenever I sit down. All the sucky parts of tripping balls, none of the fun. If you […]

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What Would Your Mother Say? What Would Your Father Do?

A feminist troll left this remark on one of my posts last week: You’re idea of feminism couldn’t be more off base. I’m sure your mother would be thrilled to read this. This is a common refrain leveled at anti-feminists: “What would your mother/sister/female relatives think?” The idea, of course, is that the opinions of […]

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James Holmes Dances Us to the Edge of Armageddon

Didja hear? Some nutjob shot up a movie theater a few days ago, killed a bunch of people and wounded a whole lot more. Clearly, this means we need tighter gun laws. It’s precisely because of Americans’ love affair with guns that these sorts of tragedies happen. If we were like Canada, Norway, Finland or […]

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What the Fuck is Your Excuse? R. Stevie Moore Edition

What the Fuck is Your Excuse? is a brand-new, once-in-a-blue-moon series of posts designed to shame (yes, shame; get over it, MRA crybabies) men into getting off their rear-ends and making their dreams reality. Are you the kind of person who’s constantly saying stuff like: “Man, I wish I could learn how to play the […]

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To Live and Get High at Pitchfork

I am officially cooler than you. On Friday, I ambled over to Union Park, site of the annual Pitchfork Music Festival, America’s premiere indie music event (exempting SXSW). I spent all day sipping overpriced Heinekens, rifling through boxes of vinyl LPs, and watching performances by acts you’ve never even heard of with thousands of other indie […]

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