Back at it with another edition of What the Fuck is Your Excuse?, giving lazy, unmotivated men a friendly kick in the ass. Previous installments here and here.
Who is Tarn Adams, you may ask? He and his brother Zach are the guys behind Dwarf Fortress, the craziest computer game ever made. The game’s ostensibly about founding and running a city of dwarves, fending off invasions from goblins, stampeding elephants and whatnot, but its depth and features are unlike any other game. Dwarf Fortress is a game where you can design your own Turing computer or create a fortress suspended in midair by an army of windmills; assuming you can clear its ludicrously steep learning curve and get over its 1980-era graphics, the possibilities are endless.
It’s your typical heartbreaking Romeo and Juliet story. Teenage girl gets gangbanged by four football players on video, then kills herself when the truth comes out… wait, what:
Two students have been temporarily removed from a high school in Staten Island, New York, for tormenting a 15-year-old girl before she committed suicide by jumping in front a train.
A source with knowledge of the matter said that the pair ‘abused and made fun of’ Felicia Garcia after rumors started spreading around Tottenville High School that the sophomore had sex with four members of the football team.
‘The dismissed students were not on the school’s team. These kids used poor judgment, and they did something they’re going to have to live with for the rest of their lives,’ the source told The Advance.
The Staten Island had been branded a ‘slut’ and humiliated by classmates after a video of her having sex with four football players was posted online for everyone to see.
According to sources at Tottenville High, entered into group sex with the four players last Friday after attending a wild party following her school’s win over a local rival.
The tragic freshman ended her life on Wednesday after the video was shared among classmates and the NYPD has now interviewed the four players who have insisted to police that the sex was consensual.
NOTE: This article was originally published at The University of Man on May 27, 2012. I’m re-posting it here as the site is now defunct.
Hi, my name is Matt, and I’m a recovering beta.
I’m not here to flagellate myself for my past betatude, because I don’t want to bore you. I’m not here to regale you with awesome tales of all the tail I’m getting now that I’m an ass-kicking alpha male, because I’m not there yet.
I’m here to give you a warning about taking the red pill.
I already reviewed Neil’s debut book back in August, wanting to like the book but constantly being thwarted by the horrible editing and breakneck pace. He’s since released an updated edition that’s been professionally proofread, and my God.
The difference is like night and day.
While it’s not a hundred percent perfect (still too many run-on sentences for my taste), the second edition of 80 Girls is infinitely more readable than the first. It’s so readable, in fact, that my other complaints about the book—the speedy pace and the constant violations of “show, don’t tell”—are rendered almost irrelevant. Basically, this new edition of the book looks and feels like a professional product.
Last Monday, Frost published a guest article of mine, “Saving Women from Themselves,” in which I argued that the manosphere truly loves women because we want to guide them towards happier and more fulfilling lives. I checked back in that evening to see that the post had erupted into a real shitstorm, with feminists aggressively Tweeting about the post in shock and horror, as well as leaving snotty comments:
@DeathToHamsters @realmattforney See, because the implication that I, or any woman, needs rescuing from feminism is the saddest shit ever. (link)
@DeathToHamsters @realmattforney The suggestion I need to be saved from *myself* and my own choices is not only offensive but dangerous. (link)
@NatalieZed @deathtohamsters @realmattforney Jesus Christ that was the most transparently apologist pro-misogyny bullshit I’ve ever read. (link)
This post by
@realmattforney takes the cake for worst, most offensive & clueless opinion about women. http://flpbd.it/BHSyA (via @NatalieZed) (link)
When I read articles like the one I just linked to, I thank fuck I don’t know people like that IRL, or I’d literally go on a killing spree. (link)
Maybe I don’t want help? Maybe the men who don’t know me personally and keep trying to ‘help’ me are actually doing me a disservice? Maybe I’m a woman who has a brain and common sense and feels completely patronized by any ‘help’ she might be offered by men? Maybe I’m a woman is doing the best she can with the circumstances given her, and the ‘help’ from men actually makes her self-esteem crumble a bit? Perhaps I’m a woman who has done very well for herself for the last 39 years *all by herself*?
And why is it that it’s okay for men to ‘help’ women, but it’s absolutely silly for women to ‘help’ men? (link)
If I said you’re an ignorant schmuck, would you hold it against me, because I don’t hate you, I only want you to be a better person?
But yeah, this is so unbelievably insulting and condescending toward women you have to be coming at it from either never having known or spoken to a women your entire life, or are just an awful person.
Have a good day.
G Morrow (link)
As adamant as I am that voting is a waste of time, I’ve heard some decent arguments for voting defensively—in other words, out of pure self-interest—in the past couple days.
Right now in Williston, folks are convinced that if Obama is reelected, he and the Democrats are going to take steps to either ban hydrofracking entirely or severely regulate it. The oil companies are convinced of this, to the point where many of them have instituted hiring freezes for roustabout positions, at least until the election is over. Should fracking come under scrutiny from the federal government, the boom days in the Bakken are as good as dead.
Frost has published an article of mine on why the manosphere, far from being “misogynistic,” truly loves women:
Most peoples’ conception of love is this sort of nicey-nice, Sesame Street-type saccharinity in which you never say anything bad about the object of your affection and accept them for who they are. But is this really love? If your best friend is, say, an alcoholic or a heroin addict or a compulsive gambler or about to do something really stupid, you’re going to want to stop them. If you intervene to save your friend, you’re going to have to condemn their behavior, probably hurting their feelings and making them angry in the process. But you’re doing so with the aim of saving them from destroying themselves. If you just stand idly by and watch your friend drink himself into an early death or gamble himself into the gutter, are you really his friend?
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I grabbed this one while mining one of those websites that features links to free Kindle books: not just old books in the public domain, but newer ones that publishers and authors will make available for free as part of special deals. Pretty much everything I downloaded sucked except for this, easily one of the most profound military history books I’ve ever read.
If you want to know why the U.S. keeps losing war after war, you need to read Street Without Joy.
The book is a first-hand account of the First Indochina War (1946-1954), France’s attempt to keep its colonies of Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam under its thumb, and why they failed to do so. Bernard Fall is no armchair quarterback; he spent an extensive amount of time in Vietnam during the war embedded with several French military platoons, and also exhaustively researched the war with the help of classified French government documents. Originally published in 1961, Street Without Joy was the first book that correctly diagnosed why the French were run out of Southeast Asia with their tails between their legs.
I left the Twin Cities on the 17th of September and made it to the western edge of North Dakota the following Sunday. Here’s what I saw and did on the way.
Welcome to another edition of What the Fuck is Your Excuse?, a post series designed to embarrass couch potatoes and basement dwellers into kicking life in the teeth.
The ghoulish-looking figure to the left is motivational speaker Lizzie Velasquez. She reminds me of a picture the DUI lawyer who lectured my high school class on the evils of drinking and driving showed us; a woman who was horribly disfigured in a car crash, with her hair burnt off, her skin charred to a crisp, and one of her eyes missing. But unlike that poor soul, Lizzie was born looking like that:
When she was in high school, Lizzie Velasquez was dubbed “The World’s Ugliest Woman” in an 8-second-long YouTube video. Born with a medical condition so rare that just two other people in the world are thought to have it, Velasquez has no adipose tissue and cannot create muscle, store energy, or gain weight. She has zero percent body fat and weighs just 60 pounds.