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go to the /MensRights/ subreddit before you seek validation from the police, or therapists, or anyone else. They're the only ones--the only ones--who won't treat you like a criminal just because of your gender.

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go to the /MensRights/ subreddit before you seek validation from the police, or therapists, or anyone else. They're the only ones--the only ones--who won't treat you like a criminal just because of your gender.

moerketid posted:

At first I thought "wow, this dude has MAJOR issues which are nothing to do with men, women, feminists or anything except himself". Then I got to this line and the whole thing just suddenly read as some kind of lovely Reddit MRA marketing attempt.

Shadeoses posted:

I wonder what medical disorders make you look like a rapist.

Grraarrgghh posted:

No, you see, he was being chivalrous by not forcing that poor girl to have to look into his hideous face, and instead lurking intensely in a corner, staring at her until she left, like a gentleman.

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I'm 27 now, and I've never made a major purchase, such as for a video game console or a car, because whatever money I can spare goes towards my mother's next lawyer. I started working when I was 14, and it has always been this way.

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One day standing 10 feet behind her wasn't enough for her, and she decided to kick in my testicles. Of course, she was a girl, so I couldn't do anything about it, so until I could run away, she kept kicking them.

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You see, I was, and am, consider the perpetrator--because I "looked creepy". I didn't say anything or do anything wrong, but I LOOKED wrong. I wasn't allowed to hear what she told everyone, but the way the school implied it, she had a bad experience of some sort with another guy, and here I was, all tall and muscular and creepy, "terrorizing" this girl by complying with her demands that I stand away from her until she's done.

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So I got a complex about being near women of any sort. And, when I went to therapy about it, I'd get only two kinds of responses. Either they'd want to know what I REALLY did, because female-on-male violence can't POSSIBLY exist ("you must have touched her first!"), or the therapist would say "well, you must understand, that you're a big guy, and she must have been threatened by someone who looks like you..."

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You know what turned me away from feminism, though? About a year ago on Twitter, a woman who felt like she wasn't being included in a DnD campaign at some con because she was a woman, and I tried to tell her that it's probably nothing personal on the part of nerds that made them evasive, it's just that male nerds, especially if they're ugly enough, are instructed from birth to stay away from women, or they'll face the consequences....
So, of course, my comments got picked up by a feminist blog and I was made an example of as a "misogynist".

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my (legitimate!) fear of women

Splicer posted:

Even if we take everything about the locker thing to be completely accurate from his point of view, it's not hard to construct an alternate narrative. He gets a locker beside one of the "hot girls", she pointedly ignores him because, well, high school. He responds to this by never going to his locker when she's there, and is too socially inept to realise that standing ten feet away staring creepily at a girl on a regular basis, up to and including waiting around after school to stare at her until she leaves, is going to freak her the gently caress out. Eventually she snaps and lays into him and he just takes it because (multiple possible reasons). So it may not be STDH and more poo poo that did happen but not for the reasons he thought.

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I was counting my drawers and safe when two of my coworkers come into the back and one appears to be comforting the other one who once I noticed was clearly upset. I asked what was wrong and I was informed that the clients who had so kindly gone outside to eat decided the best thing to do in a situation where a 16 year old girl was cleaning around them was talk to her about how pretty she was, and how much they would enjoy doing various sexual acts with her. The amount of detail they used was nauseating.

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I was raised in a household where I was the youngest of 3. My two older siblings are both female and as such I have been raised to expect certain things from myself as well as my male counterparts when interacting with women. Like how women are actually people.

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Me: So I hear you like sexually harassing 16 year old girls.
Guy 1: What are you talking about?
Guy 2: Dude chill out we were just joking around with her.
Me: Are you loving kidding me? You were just telling her how much you would enjoy gang banging her. Guy 2: It was a loving joke you loving pussy. Me: It wasn’t a joke to her obviously. If anything you guys are kind of the joke in this situation. How old are you 35? You enjoy trolling around downtown inviting underage girls to have sex with you?
Guy 3: We aren’t loving pedophiles you rear end hole.
Me: Well technically no, you would be ephebophiles.
Guy 1: What the gently caress did you just call me.
Me: Glad to see your education paid off.You need to leave.
Guy 2: We aren’t leaving we paid for this ice cream and you can’t police the sidewalk in front of your store.
Me: I can and I will. If you aren’t gone in the next 5 minutes the police will be here. If you come back and I or anyone here sees you we will call the police. Now leave.

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TIL there was such a thing as an Ephebophile.

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For anyone interested in reading a SFW article about the different classes of 'pedophiles'. SFW in an odd sense; it's about pedos, but in a Scientific American Magazine way.

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kudos for using ephebophile correctly.

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Chivalry still exists! Good on you for standing up for your co-worker like that. This world needs more men like you and less boys like Justin Bieber.

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for people new to the term ephebophile, it is only a deviant behavior if it is a dominant (verging on exclusive) attraction. It is totally normal for men of all ages to find teenage girls attractive. In NO way am I standing up for those guys. I'm just worried about the tone some people are taking in the comment section. They were wrong for getting explicit with her, NOT for finding her attractive.

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Not defending the harassment, but depending on your state (assuming U.S.) 16 is not necessarily underage to consent to sex.

"fatpeoplestories" posted:

Alright, I'm back with another FPS, this time from the local farmer's market. A man claims that his curves help him get "sexy", "curvy" women. (Just an FYI, I've been dropping a lot of weight, and I'm now at 155 lbs.)

Walking around the farmer's market, looking for some veggies

See hamplanet (from now on HP), ~6'0, ~400 lbs.

See he has a lot of veggies in his basket, smile (hate the fatlogic, not the fat)

Head over to stand that sells butter

Get knocked outta the way by HP

HP buys the last 10 lbs. of butter

Ask him if I can have a little bit

He says that he can control his own weight

Thoroughly confused

Explain that I need just a bit for cooking

Says that butter won't help me gain curves

WTF

Ask him what he means

He says I need curves to attract curvy women

MFW he says that I can't get a real women, "curvy" women

Says I'm underweight (155 lbs. at 5'9 is underweight, right?)

Just go to up to the paying stand

Hear him shout that next time I shouldn't be such an rear end in a top hat (look who's talking (I just wanted a little bit of butter from him))

TL;DR Hamplanet thinks I'm offering health advice by asking for butter.

Now that I look back, I probably shoulda told him I was gay so I could see the classic southerner reaction. Also, I realize I was a bit too beta.

Morkyz posted:

What actually happened: a fat person bumped into me at walmart and gave me a funny look.

Linear Ouroboros posted:

Here's a doozy post from reddit, wasn't sure if it belonged more here or in awkward and ugly. It starts off with our hero discussing how he was promoted to supervisor at an ice cream parlor. The following happens at closing, after one of his employees goes out to wipe down outside tables.


Of course, she protests like the delicate flower she is that he shouldn't stand up for him, but he is chivalrous!
Mi'Lady

So with bad rear end parting words to call the cops if there's issues, he goes out to confront them. But, far more importantly to EDUCATE them.


A truly epic speech.

So of course in the comments that followed someone surely called him out of the stdh aspects of his speech, or the fact that he sort of justified the behavior, or that his retort at the end really made no sense.




Swag is for boys, class for men!

EVERYONE has a right to THINK of the woman as a sexual object, you're just not allowed to tell HER that!

Whoa guys. Are we sure she was old enough that this was creepy?

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This tropes knows a person who was cooking a pizza while home alone. He heard a sound and so, pulled out a seven inch steak knife. The intruder, weilding a gun, broke into the house by the front door. The person with the knife hid behind a wall and waited for the intruder to pass by. The moment the guy did, the person took the knife and proceeded to stab the intruder several times in the stomach, chest, and limbs. He was not injured. It gets better. He was only 15 at the time. He weighed 123 pounds and stood only 5'1". His opponent was at least 6'4" and built like a tank.

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This Troper's high school used to get ridiculously hot in the spring; we also had many ridiculously bratty, annoying kids, and ceiling fans that were so loud the teachers couldn't teach over them. One spring day, one of the English teachers had a virtual mutiny of grade seven students whining about how they wanted him to put the fan on, which he refused to do because of the noise, and instead turned up the heater to full blast for the rest of the period to prove the point.

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Mort 08 is writing a parody of Nineteen Eighty Four in the hopes that her theatre will perform it next year. Because it's a youth theatre, I have to tone it down significantly, but I'm still trying to keep the general spirit of the original work. Once we get to the Ministry of Love, however, it's a different story. The O'Brien character torments the Winston character with the "Most Horrible Things," which include the sound of a rubber chicken we have that's infamous for the high-pitched and drawn out shrieking noise it makes when squeezed, the signature word of The Knights Who Say Ni, and a bad, bad imitation of Scarlett O'Hara. And that's all before Room 101! When we finally get there, O'Brien tells Winston he will break him with the one thing he fears more than anything else, the "Most Excruciating Song." He straps Winston to a chair, surrounds him with amps, gives himself some ear plugs, pushes a button...and what comes blasting through the speakers? Friday. Oh, but it gets better; turns out that for Winston, this is not the Most Excruciating Song, which leads to O'Brien desperately cycling through "Baby," "I Like To Move It" and the SpongeBob SquarePants theme song before finally finding the real Most Excruciating Song...the Rickroll. At this, Winston breaks. Hard.

crowfeathers posted:

FrozenVent posted:

Did they bring back troper tales? Or are those from your personal archives?

Shadeoses posted:

I wonder what medical disorders make you look like a rapist.

crowfeathers posted:

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In high school a group of girls were constantly mean to me for absolutely no reason. They just decided they didn't like me. They would call me a black eyed pea because they hated that band.
Anyway 10 years later the ring leader of the group friend requested me on Facebook. I declined it of course. I did take a quick glance at her page though and was glad to see that she is a "recovering" heroin addict and looks like poo poo.
I also heard that she spent some time in jail for leaving a friend to die that had overdosed on heroin.

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I ran into a high school classmate a while back, I've posted this before but it bears repeating. A guy in High School just didn't like me and I him. We got into a big drat fight (he broke my nose and I knocked a couple of his teeth out) off campus. No police were involved but about 10 years later I saw him sleeping on the street near where I worked. I woke him up and asked him what was going on. He told me about his life after high school. He knocked up his girlfriend, her parents made them get married, divorce a year later. He got into drugs and ended up alienating everyone. I asked him if he was still using and he said no, he couldn't buy a dose anyway. I felt bad for him so I asked if he'd like to stay in my guesthouse (a one room cottage, set up like an efficiency apartment) for awhile. He took me up on it and got a night's sleep in an actual bed for the first time in years (his words). I bought him some clothes and fed him for about a month until I found him a job with a contractor I was doing some work for. Long story short, it's been 6 years, he now owns a contracting business, has a wife and a new baby boy, and just bought the house down the street from me.

Plan Z posted:

99% of these Sad Bear Meme Things sound like bullshit. So, the woman fires up the moving thinking it's Love, Actually, and just keeps going past the scientist's "plan speech" and all the way to the end. Spoilers: Colin Firth and Martin Freeman eat poop.

Cicadalek posted:

I know when I rent DVDs, which I do all the time because I don't know what a computer is, I take care not to look at the actual disc itself, and close my eyes as I skip past all the DVD menus and title screens.

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This troper's university had a policy that for every day late you handed in an assignment without an authorized extention, you would be deducted ten points from your grade -- e.g. if you hand an an assignment that would otherwise have got 70/100 two days late, it'd be reduced to 50/100. However, one of my housemates misinterpreted the rule and thought it was 10% of your overall mark deducted for every day it was late, and so handed an assignment in three weeks late, thinking that if he gave in a very good piece of work, it'd still pass even with the deduction. Result? The assignment got 65/100... which, with the deductions, gave a final mark of -145/100. Needless to say, he never finished his degree.

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I used to have a friend that had a drug problem. I tried to help him, but he just ended up getting my mom hooked on them behind my back. I asked him to stop, but he was apparently making too much money.

This gets bad.

I started hanging out with his mom who's an alcoholic and can't walk. I formed a plan and started putting ideas in her head about never wanting to quit drinking and how comforting suicide is and how bad her only son was and how he only cared about money and that's why he tries to keep her from getting married (she has lots of money). In short, I convinced her to kill herself without actually saying I thought she should die. Now he has no mom and leaves mine alone.

Clients From Hell posted:

I work at a bank. Obviously, security is important here.

Me: Hello, you’re speaking to -

Client: (drunk and angry) F*** off and listen, my card isn’t working and I’m in a bar in Thailand waiting to get my c*** sucked. Fix it now.

Me: And this is a “Bank A” card, correct?

Client: Of course it is, why else would I ring you?

Me: Alright sir, but first -

Client: (swears under breathe)

Me: I need your customer ID number.

Client: What the f*** is that.

Me: The 16 digit number used for telephone and online banking.

Client: How the f*** am I supposed to now that?

Me: “Bank A” gives this number to you when you join us. It starts with your birthday and ends with four other numbers you should know.

Client: (shouting) Well I don’t f***ing know it, so just fix my card.

I tell him that before I can fix his card, I need to identify who he even is. I ask for his sort code and account number, and he only knows the sort code. I use this to bring up the first page of his account, which gives basics but no security information. It indicates that he is bankrupt, which may explain why the card isn’t working.

Me: Unfortunately, you will have to call back tomorrow and speak to the fraud team so they can ID you.

Client: What the f***ing f*** do you mean ‘call tomorrow’? I need it fixed now! If you don’t, I’ll sue you, not the bank, YOU, for not allowing me to just access my account without any hassle. Do you know who I am? I have millions of pounds in your bank and I will ruin you.

Me: Sir, threatening me will accomplish nothing. “Bank A” has specific guidelines to protect you, your account, and those ‘millions’ (remember, he’s bankrupt) of pounds.

A heavy silence.

Client: Did you say “Bank A?”

Me: Yes, my name is so-and-so and I work for “Bank A.”

Client: Nevermind, this is a “Bank B” card.

Evelyn Nesbit posted:

I always use my debit card to pay for hookers when I'm in another foreign country!

vxskud posted:

I like the part where the computer will tell the operator that the dude is bankrupt but won't show him any sort of other information.

NAW posted:

(My local theater is doing a limited-release showing of ‘My Little Pony: Equestria Girls’. While the franchise’s target audience is little girls, the latest incarnation of it is well-known for having a massive adult fan-base known as ‘bronies’. I’m standing in line behind a customer who looks to be in his mid-20s, wearing a hoodie with one of the more popular ponies on it.)

Customer: “I’d like four tickets for Equestria Girls please.”

Employee: “Are you buying these for your sister?”

Customer: “No. They’re for my friends and I.”

(He gestures somewhere behind the line, and points out two other guys and a girl wearing pony shirts.)

Employee: “Sir, you do know that that’s a kid’s movie, right?”

Customer: “I know, but my friends and I want to see it.”

Employee: “It’s for little girls.”

Customer: “I’m well aware of that. My friends and I like the show, and we want to see the movie.”

Employee: “No you don’t. The only adults who watch that movie put up with it to shut their bratty little daughters up for an hour.”

Customer: “Can I please just get the tickets?”

Employee: “Please get out of the line. I have other customers to attend to.”

(At this point, the customer just gives up trying to reason with him, and leaves the line. As he’s trying to explain to his friends what happened, I make my way to the ticket counter.)

Me: “Five for Equestria Girls, please. It’s for my daughter and her friends.”

(The employee rings me up with no question. I make my way over to the four friends behind the line, and try to give them four of the tickets.)

Me: “Sorry for how that idiot treated you.”

Customer: “It’s okay. You don’t have to do that.”

Me: “Take them. I insist.”

Customer: “Thanks.”

(He tries to hand me the money he was going to buy their tickets with, but I turn him down.)

Me: “That won’t be necessary.”

(I unzip my jacket to show them the pony shirt I’m wearing underneath.)

Me: “Us bronies have to stick together.”

(The five of us end up watching the movie together, and have a great time. Afterwards, they end up treating me to lunch as repayment for the tickets, and invite me to hang out with them.)

Minarch posted:

So, what do you suppose the most viewed post on NAW is?

Minarch posted:

So, what do you suppose the most viewed post on NAW is?