After a month-and-a-half of teetering on the edge, I’m finally out of here.
If you’re down and out, you couldn’t ask for a better city than Madison: it’s friendly, safe and cheap. In a way, I’m thankful that things went to hell the last time I tried to get out of here, because I got to see and do a whole bunch of things—and meet a whole bunch of people—that I never would’ve had the opportunity to otherwise. At this point, I might as well start calling Madison my adopted hometown (how long do you have to stay in a city before you can say you’ve “lived there?”).
Neil Skywalker’s first release, a memoir of his travels around the world, has all the ingredients for a classic. The set-up is one manospherians will find instantly familiar: after a lifetime of passivity and grinding celibacy, Neil threw caution to the wind and hit the road with nothing but a backpack and his life savings. Along the way, he not only laid a lot of women, he became an online entrepreneur, got embroiled in love triangles, nearly got killed a few times, and more. Not only does Neil relate his amazing adventures in Around the World in 80 Girls, he also details his methods of picking up girls and making money on the road. How could a book like this not be balls-swellingly awesome?
Two weeks ago, Ulysses introduced me to Six Songs of Me, a blatant advertisement for what appears to be a Pandora knockoff. Nonetheless, I needed something to blog about, so I decided to play along. Ulysses had trouble picking his songs, but I was able to knock them off rather easily.
Gas prices are high, did destroying cars help? Did preventing an oil delivery system reduce gas costs? Did banning drilling in shallow water prevent shoreline damage? Did banning all offshore drilling reduce gas costs? Does having taxpayers pay to put corn in their cars reduce gas (or food) prices? Does requiring 35 mpg cars sound like fun?
This is all true, but let me mention the third rail of the oil market: speculators.
Mreh, the rest of this is pretty boring. “Waaaaah why is Romney flying coach he is RICH and rich people need to flaunt their superiority over us, he’s super-better than Obama because Obama is a fag who writes books instead of doing hostile takeovers like RMONEY, women need to vote for RMONEY because rich people make their ladyparts tingle, in fact if he flaunted his wealth everyone would vote for him because they all share my wank fantasies about being dominated by a super-rich alpha male.”
For the uninitiated, Fifty Shades of Grey is the romance novel that’s taking the publishing world by storm. It’s a hackneyed, unreadable piece of shit, but it’s one of the best-selling books of all time.
And every woman in America is flicking her bean to it.
Colin Flaherty’s been getting praise for his recent book White Girl Bleed a Lot, on the spate of racially motivated black-on-white hate crimes in recent years, but Redwood to Deadwood is his previous book, on a hitchhiking trip he took a couple of years ago. Naturally, this meant I had to buy it. How is it?
I swear to God, I don’t plan this stuff out. I’m like the Joker: I just do things. Every other day, I turn a corner and get smacked in the face with something weird, stupid or both.
Like a gay pride parade.
Last Sunday, I was walking back to my place after polishing off a delicious Bombers’ burger and authentic Wisconsin cheese curds (PROTIP: don’t leave Madison without eating at Bombers) when I noticed the 100 block of State Street was blocked off by police. Intrigued, I turned the corner onto the Capitol Square and was immediately confronted with a “HOMO SEX IS SIN” sign… along with a sea of rainbow flags.
I’m far from the first person to note the similarities between feminists and MRAs, and I think I’ve stumbled across the reason why: both ideologies are motivated by autism. That is, both the feminist and men’s rights’ movements are populated by women and men who are socially awkward and incapable of relating to other people normally. The amount of dysfunction depends on the particular feminist/MRA in question—that’s why we have an autism spectrum—but all of them are mentally disabled to some degree.
In other words, arguing with feminists and MRAs is completely pointless, because it means we have to take seriously the delusions of broken minds.