You wanna know one of my Pet Peeves? Possibly my Pet Peeviest Pet Peeve? Desperate Guys on the internet. Shocking, I know. A lot of men online seem to suck and have been sucking for a while now and these insecure bastards are screwing over everybody with their pathetic and gross behaviour.
Look, by 23, 24 and certainly by 25 you've got to become self-aware. You have to know that what you say and how you comport yourself can make you look like an asshole. You just have to. It's really the sign of a confident, competent man. You don't have to know true love, or what you want out of life, or even woken up next to a prostitute named Daisy, but you have to know what you are and how both your speech and actions make you look. It's a rule. A new rule, but a big one.
Lord knows I am not the pinnacle of anything but I know what I am aiming for when writing online and more importantly how those statements are likely to be seen. For the most part. There are occasions when things don't go according to plan--We all have bad days after all--but generally if I write something you find weird, distasteful, or funny it is meant to be viewed in that light.
At this point I have been online for 20 years of my life. Most of that time was spent observing people from the safety of a 15 inch monitor that weighed 28lbs. Hell, I was an early adopter of ICQ and voice-over-IP back when that was the most inconvenient way to speak to another human being. I have logged enough hours in chats and comments sections to know something of the people that frequent them. As it turns out, rather than an endless sea of hostile weirdos and spiky loners a lot of these chatters are decent people looking for others with a shared interest or seven. I mean, sure, there is a beating heart of darkness that pervades even in the brightest, nicest sites on the 'net. I consider myself lucky that I have the time to waste reading the comments of people online. It can even be fun when my skin isn't crawling off of my body and my heart isn't clenching its valves shut in a desperate bid to knock me unconscious.
With the good comes the bad and more often than not the bad is represented by The Obsessed. These dudes have gotten themselves a crush of sorts and are making everyone pay for it. With needy posts and needier comments The Obsessed writes with an attitude of assumed intimacy to complete strangers who rarely want anything to do with them. The relationship (Keeping things in terms they would prefer I think), such as it is, begins innocently enough with compliments and innocuous statements usually festooned with emoticons and slang (Ohhh u look lovely today LOL you always do LOl). Occasionally these comments are Liked or at least replied to by other commenters or the pages owner. Whereas a Like from a complete stranger is something akin to a pat on the back, a Like from the owner is practically a kiss from God. What begins innocently with cloying and unnecessary compliments quickly descends to obstreperous outbursts of an overly sensitive manner.
Look at this desperate fucker found on Facebook:
Take note of the multiple posts on one subject and the complimentary nature that always involves one or more physical attributes. Come on. If she's funny (Authors Note: She is), then fucking talk about that. Set aside your erection for a moment, take a breath or two and write something worth a damn. The world doesn't need to read your dry-humping-the-keyboard bullshit.
I love the mention of his homosexuality which is being treated like a "Get out of jail free card" for being a douche. You know what excuses rudeness? Death. Severe emotional trauma. Cancer. I don't know that being gay in 2016 suddenly makes you bulletproof in online discourse. Maybe it does? I never played Pokemon Go so I'm not exactly a modern, well-informed lad.
You hate to see this kind of Obsessed on a page you like because it just fucking ruins every online conversation. I want to have a good time and this level of commentary acts like thought repellent. Sure it's not sexual in nature, though the constant compliments are too much, but these posts are uncomfortable to read. James is a pitiable character; I can't hate him but his desperate attitude repels me. I have to imagine that he knows better or at least has enough contact with human beings to know that he should know better.
There are even worse offenders online: the Tough Guys. These winners have decided that being a rude prick is the way to assert dominance over people that neither know them nor care. Misogyny is big with them. One can only imagine the horrors these fools faced when asking a girl to prom in high school. Or maybe Mom wasn't giving up the hugs as much as they would have liked. Either way, fuck 'em.
Take pride in this message, folks:
As usual the rudest cunt is also the shyest. Sure, Gerry has his name up there and a public profile but he doesn't show off the old mug. Could it be he's not as handsome as Mom said he was? Yeah, obviously. Take it from an ugly guy, dude's a goblin.
It seems far too simple to blame The Tough Guys on one or two bad experiences with women. Hate is taught by the ignorant as a means of deflecting personal responsibility for one's own actions. Remember, Trump is going to make America great again by Getting Rid of Immigrants, Extremist Muslims, Do-Nothing Health Care (that seems to work in other countries but, hey, fuck it) and all those other things that took jobs away from 'hard working' folk and stole their inherent greatness. Yes, all of our problems can be laid on the doorsteps of other people. Or, if you are an adult, you realize that short of another person actively harassing you, shit is your own damn fault. If you are an adult that is.
2016 was the year of coming to terms with yet another waste of space in the male community that I call The Victim. Oh, this fucking guy. A regular on news sites, this dude cannot wait to let you know that He shouldn't be blamed for the actions of other guys. He's one of the goodies who would NEVER do what a lot of other men have been doing and continue to do.
I cannot for the life of me find and link the article in question but it was an editorial where the writer took his college age daughters and their friend to dinner and each spoke of the harassment they faced on a daily basis. It was simple and straightforward, a piece letting you know that having a dick precluded you from experiencing the jackassery that some men force on women. Each of the three women spoke of being followed, having random dudes run up and ask to kiss them, the old cliche of construction workers cat-calling, etc. This is shit that I never see and thus never think about and in my mind it was article that could not draw any ire... Instead the first comment was a Victim, a #notallmen fuckwit who just needed to point out that He hadn't done anything mentioned in the article and felt a little judged and hurt for being lumped in with these sexually harassing jerks.
First of all, Fuck off, dude because this isn't about you. Second of all, make good in your own life. Not sexually harassing women isn't an impossible feat that even Hercules would struggle with, it's a fucking simple matter of acting like a human being capable of some god damned empathy. You don't harass women? You're not supposed to, you dumb motherfucker. Take a second and put yourself in the shoes of someone who is receiving unwanted attention in the form of looks, touching and skeevy, pervy and often disgusting and insulting words. Everyday. Maybe, just maybe, they've got it a bit worse than you who chose to get upset about a perceived slight in an article that never addressed you.
You.
Fucking.
Idiot.
Look, by 23, 24 and certainly by 25 you've got to become self-aware. You have to know that what you say and how you comport yourself can make you look like an asshole. You just have to. It's really the sign of a confident, competent man. You don't have to know true love, or what you want out of life, or even woken up next to a prostitute named Daisy, but you have to know what you are and how both your speech and actions make you look. It's a rule. A new rule, but a big one.
Lord knows I am not the pinnacle of anything but I know what I am aiming for when writing online and more importantly how those statements are likely to be seen. For the most part. There are occasions when things don't go according to plan--We all have bad days after all--but generally if I write something you find weird, distasteful, or funny it is meant to be viewed in that light.
At this point I have been online for 20 years of my life. Most of that time was spent observing people from the safety of a 15 inch monitor that weighed 28lbs. Hell, I was an early adopter of ICQ and voice-over-IP back when that was the most inconvenient way to speak to another human being. I have logged enough hours in chats and comments sections to know something of the people that frequent them. As it turns out, rather than an endless sea of hostile weirdos and spiky loners a lot of these chatters are decent people looking for others with a shared interest or seven. I mean, sure, there is a beating heart of darkness that pervades even in the brightest, nicest sites on the 'net. I consider myself lucky that I have the time to waste reading the comments of people online. It can even be fun when my skin isn't crawling off of my body and my heart isn't clenching its valves shut in a desperate bid to knock me unconscious.
With the good comes the bad and more often than not the bad is represented by The Obsessed. These dudes have gotten themselves a crush of sorts and are making everyone pay for it. With needy posts and needier comments The Obsessed writes with an attitude of assumed intimacy to complete strangers who rarely want anything to do with them. The relationship (Keeping things in terms they would prefer I think), such as it is, begins innocently enough with compliments and innocuous statements usually festooned with emoticons and slang (Ohhh u look lovely today LOL you always do LOl). Occasionally these comments are Liked or at least replied to by other commenters or the pages owner. Whereas a Like from a complete stranger is something akin to a pat on the back, a Like from the owner is practically a kiss from God. What begins innocently with cloying and unnecessary compliments quickly descends to obstreperous outbursts of an overly sensitive manner.
Look at this desperate fucker found on Facebook:
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| Perspective's a bitch |
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| Worse crime than being an obsessed nerd? "Liking" your own comment. |
Take note of the multiple posts on one subject and the complimentary nature that always involves one or more physical attributes. Come on. If she's funny (Authors Note: She is), then fucking talk about that. Set aside your erection for a moment, take a breath or two and write something worth a damn. The world doesn't need to read your dry-humping-the-keyboard bullshit.
I love the mention of his homosexuality which is being treated like a "Get out of jail free card" for being a douche. You know what excuses rudeness? Death. Severe emotional trauma. Cancer. I don't know that being gay in 2016 suddenly makes you bulletproof in online discourse. Maybe it does? I never played Pokemon Go so I'm not exactly a modern, well-informed lad.
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| That's Not How YouTube works. |
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| And now, a lecture from a White Male on what it means to be a Feminist. |
You hate to see this kind of Obsessed on a page you like because it just fucking ruins every online conversation. I want to have a good time and this level of commentary acts like thought repellent. Sure it's not sexual in nature, though the constant compliments are too much, but these posts are uncomfortable to read. James is a pitiable character; I can't hate him but his desperate attitude repels me. I have to imagine that he knows better or at least has enough contact with human beings to know that he should know better.
There are even worse offenders online: the Tough Guys. These winners have decided that being a rude prick is the way to assert dominance over people that neither know them nor care. Misogyny is big with them. One can only imagine the horrors these fools faced when asking a girl to prom in high school. Or maybe Mom wasn't giving up the hugs as much as they would have liked. Either way, fuck 'em.
Take pride in this message, folks:
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| Glasses make the man. |
It seems far too simple to blame The Tough Guys on one or two bad experiences with women. Hate is taught by the ignorant as a means of deflecting personal responsibility for one's own actions. Remember, Trump is going to make America great again by Getting Rid of Immigrants, Extremist Muslims, Do-Nothing Health Care (that seems to work in other countries but, hey, fuck it) and all those other things that took jobs away from 'hard working' folk and stole their inherent greatness. Yes, all of our problems can be laid on the doorsteps of other people. Or, if you are an adult, you realize that short of another person actively harassing you, shit is your own damn fault. If you are an adult that is.
2016 was the year of coming to terms with yet another waste of space in the male community that I call The Victim. Oh, this fucking guy. A regular on news sites, this dude cannot wait to let you know that He shouldn't be blamed for the actions of other guys. He's one of the goodies who would NEVER do what a lot of other men have been doing and continue to do.
I cannot for the life of me find and link the article in question but it was an editorial where the writer took his college age daughters and their friend to dinner and each spoke of the harassment they faced on a daily basis. It was simple and straightforward, a piece letting you know that having a dick precluded you from experiencing the jackassery that some men force on women. Each of the three women spoke of being followed, having random dudes run up and ask to kiss them, the old cliche of construction workers cat-calling, etc. This is shit that I never see and thus never think about and in my mind it was article that could not draw any ire... Instead the first comment was a Victim, a #notallmen fuckwit who just needed to point out that He hadn't done anything mentioned in the article and felt a little judged and hurt for being lumped in with these sexually harassing jerks.
First of all, Fuck off, dude because this isn't about you. Second of all, make good in your own life. Not sexually harassing women isn't an impossible feat that even Hercules would struggle with, it's a fucking simple matter of acting like a human being capable of some god damned empathy. You don't harass women? You're not supposed to, you dumb motherfucker. Take a second and put yourself in the shoes of someone who is receiving unwanted attention in the form of looks, touching and skeevy, pervy and often disgusting and insulting words. Everyday. Maybe, just maybe, they've got it a bit worse than you who chose to get upset about a perceived slight in an article that never addressed you.
You.
Fucking.
Idiot.
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