A few weeks back, I posted an article titled “The Case Against Female Self-Esteem” that made the argument that girls these days are too full of themselves and that combating female self-esteem will help restore balance to the Force. It went viral on Tumblr Tuesday, garnering me 80,000 views in a single day and forcing my webhost to throttle my bandwidth. I had figured that would be the end of it, but Wednesday actually doubled to just under 170,000 views… and it would have been higher had my webhost not killed my site to keep their servers from melting down.
Because I went to Buffalo on Wednesday to see Lee Ranaldo and the Dust, I didn’t have computer access and couldn’t restore the site until yesterday evening. I had a great time, if you were wondering: pounded Rusty Chains all night, finished reading two books, tried Loganberry for the first time (it’s a less disgusting version of Dr. Pepper) and actually met Ranaldo himself.
Meanwhile, impotent feminists were screeching for my murder and mutilation all over these here interwebs.
I came back home to over a hundred Facebook notifications and 50+ unread emails, not to mention countless Tweets from every hypersensitive teenage girl in the universe. Here’s a selection of my favorite responses:
FUCK YOU MATT FORNEY. YOU ARE LITERALLY THE MOST WARPED USELESS PEICE OF SHIT THAT I HAVE EVER HAD THE DISPLEASURE TO ENCOUNTER, INTERNET OR ELSEWHERE. YOU ARE SO FUCKING STUPID THAT YOU PROBABLY DIDNT EVEN NOTICE MY EARLIER MISSPELLING OF THE WORD PIECE. YOU ARE SEXIST, TRANSPHOBIC, RACIST, AND HOMOPHOBIC ALL AT ONCE. I LITERALLY HAVE NO CLUE HOW ANY GIRL WOULD EVER SPEAK O YOU, LET ALONE DATE YOUR SORRY ASS. I AM ABSOLUTELY ASTOUNDED BY THE WAY YOU VIEW WOMEN. “Confident women dont see men as human beings.” THAT SENTENCE IS SO FUCKING STUPID. ALONG WITH EVERYTHING ELSE YOU FUCKING WRITE. 1. YOURE SO MOTHERFUCKING WRONG. HAVING CONFIDENCE DOESNT MAKE YOU VIEW MEN AS LESSER BEINGS. 2. YOU OBVIOUSLY DONT SEE WOMEN AS HUMAN BEINGS. TO YOU, WE EVIDENTLY EXIST JUST TO STROKE YOUR FUCKING CREEPY BONERS AND NEVER THINK ABOUT OUR OWN HAPPINESS FOR A MOMENT BECAUSE WERE TOO BUSY MAKING A FUCKING SANDWICH. SO BASICALLY YOU ARE A HUGE ASS HYPOCRITE. FUCK YOU FUCK YOUR PARENTS FUCK ALL YOUR FRIENDS FUCK EVERYONE WHO READS YOUR SHITTY SITE AND FUCK EVERYONE ELSE WHO THINKS LIKE YOU. I ACTUALLY HOPE YOU WILL REALIZE ONE DAY JUST HOW SHITTY YOU ARE, BUT YOU PROBABLY WONT. SO WHY DONT YOU JUST DO THE WORLD A FAVOR AND DELETE YOUR SHITTY ASS WEBSITE FOR GODDAMN STRAIGHT WHITE MALE NECKBEARD FEDORA WEARING ENTITLED AS FUCK DICKWIPES AND NEVER LOG ONTO THE INTERNET AGAIN. IN FACT, CAN YOU JUST NEVER COMMUNICATE WITH ANYONE ELSE EVER AGAIN JUST TO BE SAFE? THANK YOU AND GO FUCK YOURSELF. FEEL FREE TO REPLY TO THIS BECAUSE I COULD LITERALLY TALK ALL DAY ABOUT EVERYTHING THAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.
wtf. Please delete this website of yours. It’s making me sick. I am literally drowning in my vomit and you will be accountable to my death. You have no right! I sincerely hope all this attention your getting for being an appalling human being will make something click in your brain and make you realize how WRONG you are.
You are the scum of the earth and I seriously want you to drop dead. How dare you post that article about women and their rightful place. You think we belong in the kitchen? Good luck cooking for yourself when I chop off your fucking hands for being so ignorant. Keep your misogynistic bullshit to yourself. Women don’t live life trying to impress men, so go back to your little man cave and write your shitty fucking books, you asshole.
You do realize that your articles slandering women belong in the Mein Kampf/Westboro ass end of the internet? You are a scary individual and what’s scarier is that people actually agree with you. I’ve been feeling lately that the whole “freedom of speech” thing was a bad addition to the Constitution. At least people wouldn’t have to read your disgusting opinions.
You are a terrible human being; after reading your article The Case Against Female Self-Esteem. My dearest wish is that you choke on your deflated dick after an angry mob of offended women castrate you.
This is basically a message saying that I hope you get the most aggressive form of cancer and die in a puddle of your own body fluids, alone.
Lord knows the world will do better without a bigoted piece of antimatter like yourself.
You need to be shot. Even men I know hate everything you say. You are nothing but a whining, immature waste of human flesh that doesn’t get enough attention so he has a blog disgracing women. Your mother should have used a condom.
The article you wrote on confident women is actually the most disgusting thing I’ve ever read in my life. I’m sorry if you were raped as a child but you and your not-so-well-concealed latent homosexual tendencies have no place on a public forum. Your opinions are misogynistic, wrong, and disgusting. You are a really fucked up individual. Please don’t respond to my email I just wanted you to know that any female who does not have a severe mental disability wouldn’t touch you. Please go reevaluate your life you are quite literally the scum of the Earth.
i sincerely, wholeheartedly hope you get assassinated
It’s interesting how so many feminists are comfortable with publicly posting about how they want one of their adversaries to be maimed and/or killed. If a manospherian wrote about how he wanted Lindy West or whoever to have her tits chopped off and her vagina sewn up, not only would he be reported to every law enforcement agency within a fifty mile radius, he’d be publicly disavowed by other anti-feminists. But when some girl who lives in a MetroWest cul-de-sac calls for me to be assassinated, not only do so-called “good” feminists say nothing, they actually defend them.
Kinda shows you who has the real power in society, eh?
I did get a “sane” (i.e. non-violent) response in the form of a four-part series from elderly transsexual Stephanie Zwan, who finger-fucked every line of my article in typical autistic feminist fashion. Shockingly, Manboob Futrelle was late to the party; I presume he had to up his insulin dose to avoid fainting from my awesomeness. My enemies can’t seem to decide whether I’m a tiny-dicked virgin living in my mom’s basement or an abusive rapist who needs to be arrested ASAP; all they can agree on is that I’m the WORST! PERSON! ALIVE!
And in the process proving me right on everything I wrote about female self-esteem.
Genuinely confident and self-assured people don’t get rattled by blog posts. They aren’t driven to tears, vomit or death threats from something they read. They ignore it and move on. Only those who are psychologically broken would go berserk over an article like that. I’ve written far more objectively offensive things in the past, but this article has gotten more attention than all of them combined. What gives?
The answer is simple: a large number of girls—and nearly all feminists—are clinical narcissists.
People confuse narcissism and egocentrism, when the reality is that they are polar opposites: egocentric people are full of themselves, while narcissists lack a sense of self altogether. Narcissists use the adulation of others as a means of filling the void of their soul—hence the term “narcissistic supply”—and construct an identity that facilitates this. When this reality collapses, they devolve into a storm of anger, aka “narcissistic rage.”
Look at Hugo Schwyzer, narcissist par excellence. Schwyzer constructed an identity for himself as a reformed bad boy, a patriarchal oppressor who had seen the feminist light. He only confessed to the truth after his life had caved in on him, revealing that he had been screwing his twentysomething students long after he had publicly disavowed professor-student relationships. Schwyzer’s descriptions of himself as being “off-brand” and “supposed to be reformed” revealed that he had no sense of self.
Careerist and feminist girls are the exact same way.
The fear in every narcissist’s heart is that they will be discovered, that the artifice they’ve built around themselves will be blasted away. Girls who define themselves by their meaningless careers, useless humanities degrees and their “attitude” do so because they’re afraid of the truth; that men don’t care, that all else being equal, they’ll take the domestic housewife over the ball-crushing corporate executive every time. (Note that I said “men,” not manboobs; male feminists like David Futrelle are psychological codependents who are held in contempt by their female peers.) Despite all the you-go-girl brainwashing of the past thirty years, infinitely more men would prefer to wife up girls like Zooey Deschanel than Miley Cyrus (braces for influx of trolls screaming “BUT ZOOEY DESCHANEL CONSIDERS HERSELF A FEMINIST LOL”, missing the point entirely). Not only that, those submissive housewives are happier and more contented than all the Strong, Independent Women™ in the world.
The only way to keep these demons away is for the feminist to constantly reaffirm her worldview—hence the navel-gazing and masturbatory nature of feminist sites like Jezebel—while gang-swarming anyone who dissents from the herd.
This is why feminists—and leftists by extension—are rabidly intolerant of opposing viewpoints: it’s narcissistic injury writ large. Every traditionalist, masculine talking point reminds the feminist of the fragility of her identity, and when narcissists’ identities are threatened, their default response is to lash out in rage. It’s not enough for the leftist to defeat his enemies: he has to subjugate them, to bring them around to his way of thinking. As Orwell might put it, they want to make their enemies’ brains perfect before they blow them out. Anything to maintain their narcissistic supply.
So long as one person remains who isn’t taken in by their game, the narcissist cannot relax.
Virtually every “identity politics” movement is based on the same principle of feeding its adherents’ narcissism. The agita about Return of Kings’ Fat Shaming Week, for example, is because fat girls have to force men to accept them as being attractive in order to maintain narcissistic supply. Gay marriage is about forcing straight people to idolize the gay lifestyle. Leftists cannot live and let live because the existence of anything outside of their narrow, parochial worldviews puts them at risk for narcissistic injury, and by extension the destruction of their reality.
And the reason why leftists are becoming increasingly desperate and strident is because their time is just about up.
The girls who went rabid at my self-esteem article did so without any consideration as to how deranged they looked. The silent majority—the normal people who don’t feel strongly one way or the other—see this and are pushed slowly towards my side. They may not agree with me, they might even think I’m a prick, but they see girls screaming for my murder and castration or saying that freedom of speech “was a bad addition to the Constitution” based on my article and they think:
“I’m not a fan of Matt Forney, but his opponents are a bunch of fucking psychos.”
Leftists can forestall this by instigating witchhunts to get their opponents fired from their jobs, as the anti-white racists Anil Dash and Nitasha Tiku did to Pax Dickinson. But what happens when they can no longer pull that card? In the case of people like Roosh and myself, all the online crying and death threats not only can’t deprive us of our livelihoods, they make us stronger by giving us attention, sending traffic to our websites and increasing our book sales.
You can only deny reality so long before it hurts you. It’s clear that feminism has only made girls and men more miserable, and no one’s buying that the solution to this is more feminism anymore. The economy is stalled, the Millennials beginning to realize the utter worthlessness of their college degrees. The leftist mainstream media no longer controls American discourse, with more men like myself stepping out of the shadows to speak the truth without fear. The rabbit people are running scared.
“The armies of this age are weak.”
So to all my detractors, I say molon labe. I’m here to stay and there’s nothing you can do to shut me up. You can’t get me fired, you can’t get me arrested, and you can’t “out” me since I already write under my real name. The only thing you can do is try to kill me, and I know for a fact that none of you would even have the balls to insult me to my face, let alone make an attempt on my life. I’m going to keep speaking the truth no matter how loudly you bray and cry.
Come and get me.