canyoneer posted:

Here's an idiot on regular media. A guy mansplaining about how you uppity broads should lighten up, it's just a compliment!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-HI4DC18wCg

This captured reaction from the other panelists covers it pretty well.

Darth Freddy posted:

I too will not be voting Oboma into a third term.

Darth Freddy posted:

I too will not be voting Oboma into a third term.

Cleretic posted:

Isn't the election in 2016, anyway? What are they going to do with their vote THIS year?

Cleretic posted:

Isn't the election in 2016, anyway? What are they going to do with their vote THIS year?

Crain posted:

I had a coworker say that the producers of the "10 hours in NY" video edited out all the white guys who catcalled/harassed them. I assume with the insinuation that they were being racist.

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Wow, gently caress that guy. First thing out of his mouth (other than "nice" when the other commentator says she lives through that everyday) is the tired line of "you wouldn't care if they were hot".

The only response to that is that is "You'd have put a stop to this if every day you had Bears spitting "Yo I'm gonna gently caress you" at you every day."

Ratspeaker posted:

Midterm elections are being held tomorrow They're "sending a message" by trying to vote as many Democrats as they can out of Congress. (By the way, get out and vote!)

KoldPT posted:

TrekBek posted:

Is that in the South? My 8th grade English teacher gave me the book The Case for Christ because I mentioned being atheist in an essay. Still not 100% sure that was legal.

Most English teachers are liberal nerds, but sometimes you get math department rejects and it just doesn't end well.

TrekBek posted:

Maryland is the south, bro.

Content: My friend shared this boring glurge post, but it had the weirdest ending: "You have to copy and paste this one, NO SHARING... If need be, I can send this status to you in a message for you to copy and paste to your timeline."

Double Plus Good posted:

If nothing else, everyone needs to see this gif of the guy's response to the female panelist's point that reacting to street harassment often leads to escalating violence and that a woman was killed recently for doing just that:

I've never wanted to pop a person in their smug loving mouth so badly.

TrekBek posted:

Maryland is the south, bro.

dovetaile posted:

English teacher of 14 years.

Crain posted:

loving REALLY!?

Baudolino posted:

I watched that show. I don`t like it one bit, it`s very purpose is to undermine free speech. I for one enjoy living in a democracy which can only survive if people have a safe space to say whatever they want, i would hate to see well-meaning fuckheads enforce self-censorship because that will be the beginning of the end for western democracy.
The ability to say things anonumsly online is a great gift, it has made the world in to a better place. Do you really want to lose all of that just because some people say hurtful and somewhat evil things? Cause today the people who get to point fingers are people you agree with, tomorrow it migth be the other way around. It might be you will be painted as a stupid troll tomorrow, think about that for a moment.

Baudolino posted:

It was a boring Wednesday afternoon. School was out and the bus home was still an hour away. Baudolino wished he had something to read so he went into the little book store across the road. What was he in a mood for today? Not crime fiction, he loathed that genre. Not fantasy, he had just finished reading the Silmarillon. Perhaps a story about “Hitler`s willing executioners”? The Holocaust had always made him morbidly curious. Nah, too serious.

He went to the upper floor to check if he could find something there. Let`s see. More fantasy, a Sci-Fi novel featuring a nude purple woman on the front. No thank you. Then he noticed something that was very out of place. A Quran had been left in the self-help section. Baudolino picked it up. Beneath it, he saw a book he had heard much about. It had a black cover with golden writing. The golden silhouettes of a short man dancing with two bikini-clad women. It was simply called “ the Game”. Baudolino put down the Quran and picked The Game. He skimmed through the blurb on the back. It promised him a way to get successful with women, how to be a player so to speak. What horny 16teen year old could possibly say not to that?
Naturally, Baudolino had to buy it.

He spent the rest of the evening reading through it. At every free minute he had, he read a little bit more. Man, this seems almost too good to be true? Suddenly he was aware that it was necessary to give the appearance of confidence. I guess women like that too, poo poo what a fool he had been.

Baudolino devoted himself to the understanding for The Game. He read all the forums, checked out the Author`s Wikipedia page. Somehow, everything it espoused made sense. The hypnosis, Kino, the loving magic tricks, negging, the whole lot of it. Baudolino greedily swallowed it down.

Secretly he concocted a plan. He had to find a way to implicitly communicate that he was both a daredevil and that women had desired him the past. I need a conversation piece. But what could it be? It had to something that would be both unusual, sexy and daring. He had just the right idea. He would buy a sex toy and somehow work that into a conversation with random women he met on the street. He would say that it was joke present to his ex-girlfriend (she did not exist). At that time it seemed to Baudolino that this would make him appear sexually liberated, a joker and someone women had desired in the past. Heck it was better than doing nothing. People like confidence right?

Two weeks later, it was time to put theory into practice. An October Saturday afternoon, Baudolino took the bus into town. He was finally going to play the game himself. Would his plan work? Badolino could only hope. Some 45 minutes later he found what he had been looking for; a sex toy shop.

Should he buy a vibrator? Nah too expensive. The same went for vibrating eggs. But the dildos were reasonably well priced. Baudolino picked a sleek black one. This would do perfectly as a conversation piece. The clerk looked at him funnily when he bought it. Thankfully, she said nothing. Instinct told him that this was not the kind of place where you should flirt with the staff so Baudolino did not say anything either.

He had his conversation piece in a discreet little handbag. Now he had just to find a single young woman. However, on the streets of XXXXX it was a cold and windy day. Few people were out. Suddenly the whole place looked half-deserted. Baudolino walked and walked and walked. He walked to the cinema. He walked through the park, past junkies peddling their wares. Past the Romanian beggars enduring the rain and the wind in silence. Up and down the docks he walked. Past the supply ships, past statutes of Great Men covered in bird poo poo. Yet he could not find a single young woman. He could see a few single men, a few old women and a few couple. However, he could not find what he was looking for. Perhaps he should try a café`? Baudolino tried doing that but somehow he would feel like was going to faint just as he was opening the door. He never entered any café`s that day.

He continued his lonesome patrol but still he could not find the right kind of person. After a while, Baudolino noticed it was getting dark and checked his watch. Four and a half hours had gone past. poo poo. It was time to go home. Baudolino walked for a few minutes and found his bus stop. A woman was standing there, she was alone. She was not looking down into a mobile phone; there were no plugs in her ears. She was perfect. Come on Baudolino, talk to her! He waived at her and said weakly “ Terrible weather…don`t you think?”. She was standing with her back turned and could not see him. Badolino would never know if she had heard him or not.

Before he could speak, again the bus arrived. It was completely empty. Baudolino found a seat two rows behind the mysterious woman. In Baudolino`s country sitting down next to a stranger unless you absolutely have to means breaching a grave taboo. Therefore he needed an excuse to get any closer without appearing like a dangerous lunatic. He was pushing it by sitting this close.

Perhaps he could pretend like he recognized her “ You look so much like my friend Jelena!”. Perhaps he could pretend as if he did not know where to go off and kick start a conversation that way. The bus was just 2 minutes away from Baudolino`s stop when he finally made his move. No more passengers had entered in that time. It was just the two of them. “So do live around here?” he said as he walked up to her row and sat down next to her.

The woman opened her mouth but did not speak; her eyes were suddenly wide open. He repeated his question. “ Ehm, what`s it to you? ” she replied sharply. Baudolino started sweating, his hands shook” I am just you know…curious”. The woman leaned back from him and pushed the stop button. Suddenly she was staring intently at him” Could you move away please, I have to get off here”. Baudolino complied, the woman got off and the bus continued to the last stop on the route.

It was short walk from the bus stop to where he lived. Baudolino felt a bit despondent with the results from his wanderings. However, most of all he was angry with himself for cooking up such a harebrained scheme. Had he really wasted his money and time for no gain?

Baudolino took out the dildo from his handbag and unpacked it. Baudolino had read about anal stimulation; why not try it on himself?

Quickly he found some porn on his computer. Nothing too gross, just standard lesbian stuff. Then he went to work on himself. It took a few tries but Baudolino eventually managed to find his prostate. Jerking off whilst loving himself with a dildo at the same time was not an easy task for a newbie like him, but he managed somehow. When Baudolino had wiped his laptop and t-shirt clean, he felt very satisfied. The dildo had been well worth the money. In the years to come it would serve him well. Just too bad it would stink like Satan’s taint when he forgot to clean it.

Baudolino never read The game again.

Double Plus Good posted:

If nothing else, everyone needs to see this gif of the guy's response to the female panelist's point that reacting to street harassment often leads to escalating violence and that a woman was killed recently for doing just that:

I've never wanted to pop a person in their smug loving mouth so badly.

AnonymousNarcotics posted:

I just... don't... even... What?

AnonymousNarcotics posted:

I just... don't... even... What?

dovetaile posted:

Maryland is not the South.

Leper Residue posted:

Well obviously if you think Muslims are alright, then baby killers are just fine as well.

I mean I invited a muslim to my kids birthday party, and then I called over Frankie, the kid raper.

Don Gato posted:

Doomsayer posted:

Oh god my alma mater

dovetaile posted:

English teacher of 14 years.

Animated Nerd posted:

poo poo, I've been meditating wrong this whole time! Ten years down the drain.

Shelf Adventure posted:

Isn't Jesus like the original zombie? He even gets other people to eat human flesh and drink blood.

canyoneer posted:

Here's an idiot on regular media. A guy mansplaining about how you uppity broads should lighten up, it's just a compliment!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-HI4DC18wCg

GirlBones posted:

If it makes you feel any better, the average person with a college logo profile pic is just a townie who likes the football team

Bertrand Hustle posted:

How do you cut your finger lifting weights, and furthermore how would going to a CrossFit gym prevent that?

Lumberjack Bonanza posted:

Heavy metal objects can gently caress you up in all sorts of ways. He's lucky that a spur on the bar or whatever cut his finger as opposed to breaking his goddamn spine, the way Crossfit works.

Bertrand Hustle posted:

A properly made bar shouldn't have sharp spurs on it because they're supposed to be precision machined, not hammered together by a lumpy hobgoblin who sells them out of the back of an unmarked van.