I have no words for this 'principles' thing. The guy that wrote it has serious issues -of which the raging and blatant misogyny is just one. He is obsessed with order, function and authority and correcting people's behavior. It reads like a serial killer manifesto from an episode of Criminal Minds.
@boobookitteh: I probably shouldn't have clicked on the link and given this guy the page view, but there's a section on the necessity of applying physical/psychological pain. Because apparently, it's needed to get women to do what you want (remember, they're just like little children!). Like forcing them to leave your apartment and telling them to get out. Scarily, physical pain isn't really discouraged, it just says that it's extremely painful for a person.
This is some scary stuff, and I'm happy that most men I know wouldn't agree with this sociopathic screed. It's really too bad that you can't get locked up for writing this kind of stuff--with this kind of message, someone is going to act on it and cause harm to another person. (Wow, the guy who wrote this should be amazed--I am female, and AM thinking of someone besides myself when I say that this should never be published).
@boobookitteh: Word. I went to the site and read through the comments and any time someone disagrees with him he calls them an idiot and tells them they can't read. Very mature!
@boobookitteh: And for all his obsession with order, his thoughts, as expressed, are hopelessly jumbled, which is not a good sign. His work is just riddled with rather specious sophisms (although that might be giving them too much credit) and material fallacies.
But I'm certain he'd be better at my job than I am, despite his demonstrated lack of coherent, logical thought, persuasive ability or charisma.
@boobookitteh: The best citation is this one: "And a recent study by Cooking Light further supports this fundamental difference between the genders by noting that sex for women is far from a necessity: [...]"
I can't argue with a recent "study" by Cooking Light, esteemed journal of sex and gender.
@SeriesofTubes: Yeah, they flamboyantly failed to poll us low-carbers who Cook a little Heavier, with an excess of white, cracked black, and cayenne pepper, if you feel me.
Who wants to come to my house tonight and be both gradually and spontaneously careless? Once I have achieved this precarious mixture of carelessness, I will then gradually and spontaneously locate and burn all copies of Principles 101.
So, why exactly do the Principles 101 guys want a girlfriend. As we learned in Cosmo yesterday, jerking off is more satisfying, and for that whole company when you're not jerking off thing... just get a dog? I don't get why those men want women when obviously they hate women? I hate Beef Taco Hamburgar Helper... so I don't buy Beef Taco Hamburgar Helper, I get something else.
Oh and for the record, incase any Principles Guys come along and freak out, ala Cock Bib man... Just last night my boyfriend was telling me how much he loved having a smart girlfriend who always had something interesting to talk to him about. And we're two years in to the relationship, so it's not like he's trying to get into my pants. Not all men are like you, Principles Guys.
@Bunsen Honeydew: Their apartments aren't going to clean themselves and sandwiches don't magically appear without a woman around. Basically, they want a Real Doll that cooks and cleans. Oh, and she needs to be hot so they can show off to their friends. "See what I'm fucking. See. See. High five!"
@Bunsen Honeydew: I would guess that it's not nearly as satisfying to yell at your right hand, and try to humiliate it and order it around as it would be (for this asshole) to do that to another person. Plus the whole "maid" thing.
@Bunsen Honeydew: Once when I was feeling insecure, my husband told me that he'd been bragging to his friends that nobody ought to try to make a weak political argument around me because I would quickly and methodically dismantle it. He was proud of me.
I also had a boyfriend who told me "You have a lot of attitude" and when I started apologizing he added "No, I like it. Most girls try to go along with whatever I want. You know what you want and there's nothing cooler"
So George Michael was right - time can NEVER mend careless women.
I should have known better than to talk again, yappy bishes have got no rhythm. Now he's never going to dance again, the way he danced with me.
I read the entire Principles 101 guide about a month ago, I found it while I was researching an article. Was going to tip the Jez, but by the time I finished I had to take a shower with a wire brush.
Dude is cra-a-aa-aaa-zy. And from what I can tell, has a lot of free time. Expecting boner trolls in 3...2.....1...
@netfe: I did! I was going to comment and I wanted to be well informed. Then I figured banging my head on the wall would be more effective, so I had a drink instead.
If you need a brassiere, wear one.
If he needs a good meal, prepare one.
If you have bountiful breasts, bare one.
If you want a big ring, ensnare one.
If he wants to have kids, bear one.
If you have any grievances, air none.
"bitches" will attempt to subvert male authority by degrading the social status of men. Condescending remarks about social desperation, lack of friendships, lack of social competence or inadequate appearance are not uncommon.
@Snowbunny: I LOVE how Jezebel has appropriated and embraced the Cat Lady stereotype! Awesome.
Yeah, we have cats. And we are stoked on our cats. Doesn't mean I'll be destined to a lonely tragic life working in telemarketing, the highlights of which will be my appearance in an episode of A&E's Horders and a notable death during which I'll slowly perish due to a malfunctioning Med-alert bracelet, cries of "I've fallen and I can't get up!" unheard, growing weaker and weaker as my feline companions' taste for human flesh intensifies, until they invite friends over, and eventually, probably weeks later, the neighbors notice I haven't gone out for a box of wine and an economy pack of corn dogs in my Tigger sweatshirt and dirty sweatpants at 11pm in a while, and find my cat-mangled corpse in a house stuffed full of decaying feminist literature and old copies of Bride Magazine (because obviously, my conflict between independence and equality and desire for companionship and a traditional life led to this horrible life. That, and my chronic inability to keep my stockings unwrinkled). I might even get a small article in the local paper, which will likely note my aforementioned appearance on Horders and the poor progress I had made struggling to meet city codes since the show 7 years earlier.
Not that I've considered this possibility or anything. I'm good. My cat only eats dry food. I have nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.
@booter26: I am going to make a Lifetime movie of that story. It is going to be called "Box of Wine and an Economy Pack of Corn Dogs; The Tigger Shirt Story"
My mom loves hoarders, so I'm sure that I will receive a call from her as I sit on my couch surrounded by empty cheetos bags wearing an ill-fitting True Blood t-shirt and a slanket after she sees your episode. If they never develop a taste for moist flesh they never will; you're fine.
@Snowbunny: Hahahaha! I love it. That would truly be the highlight of my worst case scenario life (or as my brother calls it "your ghost of Christmas future"): if eventually some good came out of it all, and a Lifetime movie was made. Ooh, do you think we could get the acclaimed Meredith Baxter or Lori Laughlin involved in this project??? Or...dare I say it: Susan Lucci??!!
@booter26: I'm thinking Kristie Alley. But, like, Kristie Alley in "Drop Dead Gorgeous," not now when she is all crazy scientology and talks about being fat all the time. Susan Lucci would really have to go method and embrace the crazy cat lady and I think she would crack under the pressure and we would have "Too Much Television, Not Enough Cheese; the Susan Lucci Character-Experimentation Chronicles."
@Snowbunny: I. love. that. movie. I judge potential new friends or boyfriends based on their reaction to it. If you don't think it is magical and want to watch it a million more times until you memorize all the best lines then maybe we're not a good match. As for our movie, we'll have to scratch Susan Lucci.clearly you have wise foresight into the potential pitfalls of her involvement--maybe we should be more ambitious in our selections. If Jennifer Coolidge or Betty White are interested in lowering their standards, they would be a dream. And Kirstie can only play if she leaves the crazy at home. No Scientology on the set!
My dating mantra has always been "don't sell yourself to him, don't sell yourself on him," meaning that if I feel like I'm putting on a show or trying to convince him to like me in a romantical way, then maybe it should stay in the friend zone, and if I need to convince myself that he's "really a great guy," then I am probably settling, and that's not fair to either party.
I thought the trick to dating was to dress to please him, talk about him, and sleep with dudes only on and after date three? Also never call first, and only respond when he calls you.
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*snickers*
Well, they can *try* to restrain me, if they want ...
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This didn't happen to me. Everything just started resembling the way my house looked after a move.
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Fuck. I've being doing it wrong. I guess I'd better learn to like Nickleback.
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Hey!
That's not even funny. Nickleback. Gah.
I challenge you to fisticuffs, sir.
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This is some scary stuff, and I'm happy that most men I know wouldn't agree with this sociopathic screed. It's really too bad that you can't get locked up for writing this kind of stuff--with this kind of message, someone is going to act on it and cause harm to another person. (Wow, the guy who wrote this should be amazed--I am female, and AM thinking of someone besides myself when I say that this should never be published).
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But I'm certain he'd be better at my job than I am, despite his demonstrated lack of coherent, logical thought, persuasive ability or charisma.
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I can't argue with a recent "study" by Cooking Light, esteemed journal of sex and gender.
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Step 1: only be with someone you actually LIKE as a person and enjoy being around.
Step 2: don't act like a jerk.
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Approved by Lady Gaga.
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Oh and for the record, incase any Principles Guys come along and freak out, ala Cock Bib man... Just last night my boyfriend was telling me how much he loved having a smart girlfriend who always had something interesting to talk to him about. And we're two years in to the relationship, so it's not like he's trying to get into my pants. Not all men are like you, Principles Guys.
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I also had a boyfriend who told me "You have a lot of attitude" and when I started apologizing he added "No, I like it. Most girls try to go along with whatever I want. You know what you want and there's nothing cooler"
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I should have known better than to talk again, yappy bishes have got no rhythm. Now he's never going to dance again, the way he danced with me.
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Dude is cra-a-aa-aaa-zy. And from what I can tell, has a lot of free time. Expecting boner trolls in 3...2.....1...
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If you need a brassiere, wear one.
If he needs a good meal, prepare one.
If you have bountiful breasts, bare one.
If you want a big ring, ensnare one.
If he wants to have kids, bear one.
If you have any grievances, air none.
If you score a husband this way, beware, hon!
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Bitches sound awesome!
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PS
Team Bish 4 Life
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And I think sweat pants are perfectly acceptable for formal occasions if they're solid black, thank you verrrry much.
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Yeah, we have cats. And we are stoked on our cats. Doesn't mean I'll be destined to a lonely tragic life working in telemarketing, the highlights of which will be my appearance in an episode of A&E's Horders and a notable death during which I'll slowly perish due to a malfunctioning Med-alert bracelet, cries of "I've fallen and I can't get up!" unheard, growing weaker and weaker as my feline companions' taste for human flesh intensifies, until they invite friends over, and eventually, probably weeks later, the neighbors notice I haven't gone out for a box of wine and an economy pack of corn dogs in my Tigger sweatshirt and dirty sweatpants at 11pm in a while, and find my cat-mangled corpse in a house stuffed full of decaying feminist literature and old copies of Bride Magazine (because obviously, my conflict between independence and equality and desire for companionship and a traditional life led to this horrible life. That, and my chronic inability to keep my stockings unwrinkled). I might even get a small article in the local paper, which will likely note my aforementioned appearance on Horders and the poor progress I had made struggling to meet city codes since the show 7 years earlier.
Not that I've considered this possibility or anything. I'm good. My cat only eats dry food. I have nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.
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My mom loves hoarders, so I'm sure that I will receive a call from her as I sit on my couch surrounded by empty cheetos bags wearing an ill-fitting True Blood t-shirt and a slanket after she sees your episode. If they never develop a taste for moist flesh they never will; you're fine.
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Let's call the whole thing off! No, seriously. Get out of my kitchen.
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I say feminism, you say feminazi
I say empowered, you say bossy
Feminism! Feminazi! Empowered! Bossy!
Let's call the whole thing off.
I say you're a douchebag, you say you're a nice guy!
I talk about rape culture, you say women lie!
Douchebag! Nice Guy! Rapists! Liars!
Let's call the whole thing off.
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Now, let's talk some more about me.
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I don't see what's so hard about this, geez.