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Kelp Me! posted:I am genuinely curious as to how the people working that store would react to a guy walking into the store by himself. They'd be like most portlanders. Asking if you need help then ignoring you for the next 45 minutes.
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Oscar Wild posted:They'd be like most portlanders. Asking if you need help then ignoring you for the next 45 minutes. You mean I wouldn't be committing a microaggression by inserting my cishet self into a feminist safe space? That's a relief
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Sep 30, 2016 23:06
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My anger grows with each white cis male that enters me.
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Sep 30, 2016 23:11
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kikkelivelho posted:My anger grows with each white cis male that enters me. o gently caress the angry feminist bookstore has chosen an avatar
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Sep 30, 2016 23:12
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In Pontypool Guy voice: The feminist bookstore from Portlandia is angry. The signs are posted all over town. "Have you seen the feminist bookstore from Portlandia?" We've all seen the posters, but nobody has seen the feminist bookstore from Portlandia. Nobody.
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Sep 30, 2016 23:14
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Ork of Fiction posted:In Pontypool Guy voice: The feminist bookstore from Portlandia is angry. The signs are posted all over town. "Have you seen the feminist bookstore from Portlandia?" We've all seen the posters, but nobody has seen the feminist bookstore from Portlandia. Nobody. You don't see it until it is too late.
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Sep 30, 2016 23:15
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Feminism does not determine who is right - only who is left.
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Sep 30, 2016 23:18
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The whole NW is pretty passive aggressive. At least in the NE you get some genuine high quality rudeness
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Sep 30, 2016 23:21
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What a cruel thing The feminist bookstore from Portlandia is... to fill our hearts with hatred instead of love for our neighbors.
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Sep 30, 2016 23:21
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The feminist bookstore from Portlandia will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys the same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today.
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Sep 30, 2016 23:26
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Kelp Me! posted:I am genuinely curious as to how the people working that store would react to a guy walking into the store by himself They'd be nice and friendly and as soon as you take a book down from the shelf and crack it open they'll quietly walk over and slam the book into your face from underneath and say 'now you know how it feels' when you get mad.
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Sep 30, 2016 23:36
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The feminist bookstore from Portlandia is a battlefield littered with the dead and dying. Agents of the Patriarchy and Feminists alike reduced to little more than meat. Men and women who, moments before, cut into one with deadly purpose and seething hate now cry out in agony with one voice, bearing for the first time a common message. Please, God, let us die now. The feminist bookstore from Portlandia hears their pleading but offers no relief.
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Sep 30, 2016 23:46
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These pretzels from the feminist bookstore from Portlandia.... are making me THIRSTY
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Sep 30, 2016 23:48
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the ol pump-n-bump posted:The feminist movement was started by the rockafellers to get the woman out of the house and into a taxable position, while giving the state the abiity to subvert their kids minds 8 hours a day....at the same time, increasing inflation and counter culture ideas of a cohesive family being undesirable, has lead to a total destruction of the american family yes i particularly hate women with their titties out 
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Sep 30, 2016 23:49
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The feminist bookstore from Portlandia much?
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Sep 30, 2016 23:53
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The feminist bookstore from Portlandia never takes a wicked man by chance, the good man always.
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Sep 30, 2016 23:54
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The Feminist Bookstore is going to own me, and I'm going to like it. It's going to pummel me with rare, limited edition books of theory and prose and poetry until I'm reduced to paste. It's going to clobber my rear end, balls, and weakling boy-body with manuscripts and nice thick heavy coffee table photo books. It's going to strap me down on the floor between the massive hard shelves and cut me into pieces with paper. I will be bound and gagged with a giant dream catcher as interpretive dancers rip me limb from limb to a 5000db acoustic janis joplin track in their impossibly tight unitards. my horney level is my demise im strung out jacked up and freaked out because tonight my friends tonight is the night i am buried beneath the never-ending catacombs of The Feminist Bookstore from Portlandia.
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Sep 30, 2016 23:55
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I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of the feminist bookstore from Portlandia that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality... I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word.
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So like do they want the black neighborhood to be avoided at all costs a seperated from everything else in order to preseve it?
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Oct 1, 2016 00:02
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He gazed up at the enormous storefront. Six seasons it had taken him to learn what kind of novels where hidden behind the display window. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two mainsplained tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over patriarchy. He loved the feminist bookstore from Portlandia.
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Oct 1, 2016 00:04
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HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE MEN SINCE I MOVED TO PORTLAND. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED PAGES IN BOOKS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR MEN AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.
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Kelp Me! posted:I am genuinely curious as to how the people working that store would react to a guy walking into the store by himself. They'd assume the show sent you there, and probably ask you to buy something. They would also be rude and unhelpful if you talked. Portland has a very competitive job market for lazy unskilled workers. It's pretty much the greatest/worst place that exists. Lotta great places to run though.
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Oct 1, 2016 00:16
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I liked portlandia until I realized I'm not wealthy enough to be one of the people they're making fun of
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FactsAreUseless posted:Fee Fi Fo Fum, I smell the blood of the cishet scum!
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Microaggression. Microaggression never changes. The end of Portland occurred pretty much as we had predicted. Too many feminists, not enough safe spaces or bookstores to go around. The details are trivial and pointless, the reasons, as always, purely feminist ones. Portland was nearly wiped clean of life. A great cleansing, an atomic shitpost, struck by MRA hands, quickly raged out of control. Memes of nuclear fire rained from the internet. Websites were swallowed in memes and fell beneath the boiling shitposts. Feminism was almost extinguished, its spirits becoming part of the background blogs that blanketed the internet. A quiet darkness fell across Portland, lasting many years. Few survived the devastation. Some had been fortunate enough to reach safety, taking shelter in great underground bookstores. When the great darkness passed, these bookstores opened, and their inhabitants emerged to begin their lives again. One of the northern tribes claims they are descended from one such Bookstore. They hold that their founder and ancestor, one known as the "Book Keeper," once saved the world from a great evil. According to their legend, this evil arose in the far south. It corrupted all it touched, twisting wymyn inside, turning them into shitlords. Only through the bravery of this Book Keeper was the evil destroyed. But in so doing, Xe lost many of Xir blog-readers and suffered greatly, sacrificing much of ximself to save Portland. When at last xe returned to the home xe had fought so hard to protect, xe was cast out. Exiled. In confronting that which they feared, xe had become something else in their eyes...and no longer their champion. Forsaken by xir readers, xe strode into Real Life. Xe traveled far to the north, until xe came to the great canyons. There, xe founded a small village, Arroyo, where xe lived out the rest of his years. And so, for a generation since its founding, Arroyo has lived in peace, its canyons sheltering it from the outside world. It is home. Your home. But the scars left by the war have not yet healed. And Portland has not forgotten.
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new phone who dis posted:Breitbart.com has learned that the feminist bookstore intends to use crowdfunding to infuse the soul of Andrea Dworkin into a flesh golem composed primarily of congealed menstrual blood using the forbidden arts of cunnilingus and necromancy. Bullshit lol. Andrea Dworkin won't return until the age of tenth-wave feminism. Everyone knows this. The Next Waves Of Feminism posted:Fourth wave – All regular women will become Catwomen. All Catwomen will become twenty feet tall and perch upon thrones of pearl and of onyx. All cats will gain the ability to laugh like humans, but not to speak.
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Smythe posted:The Feminist Bookstore is going to own me, and I'm going to like it. It's going to pummel me with rare, limited edition books of theory and prose and poetry until I'm reduced to paste. It's going to clobber my rear end, balls, and weakling boy-body with manuscripts and nice thick heavy coffee table photo books. It's going to strap me down on the floor between the massive hard shelves and cut me into pieces with paper. I will be bound and gagged with a giant dream catcher as interpretive dancers rip me limb from limb to a 5000db acoustic janis joplin track in their impossibly tight unitards. my horney level is my demise im strung out jacked up and freaked out because tonight my friends tonight is the night i am buried beneath the never-ending catacombs of The Feminist Bookstore from Portlandia.
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President Trump ascends to the podium. He is wearing a red power tie and the smirk of a man who has bested all of his haters. Americans look on silent, mouths agape. He begins to speak. "The feminist bookstore from Portlandia." The words ring out over Washington, over America, over the world. He lets them hang in the air momentarily. Then, again, "The feminist bookstore from Portlandia," this time slightly louder. Bemused, but captivated, the American people feel their mouths forming the shape of those words. Those immortal words that would change so much. "The feminist bookstore from Portlandia! The feminist bookstore from Portlandia!" Over and over he says the words, growing from a statement to a yell to a howl and then beyond anything we have any words to express, leading America in her birth-chant, now pounding his fist on the podium in rhythm with the words, a chest compression for a whole country at once. The people become restless as they shout the words along with him. They pace, rock, gnash teeth. Grown men fall to the ground and pound their fists. "THE FEMINIST BOOKSTORE FROM PORTLANDIA. THE FEMINIST BOOKSTORE FROM PORTLANDIA." So loud now that it is less of a sound than a tremor. He has pounded so hard for so long that the flesh is broken. Blood splashes from the podium onto nearby dignitaries. America rages along. Noses bleed, people tear at their clothes and flesh. Hair is pulled, and teeth broken. People scream, cry, wail, barely coherent, slobbering from their mouths, naked and covered in blood, muddy, broken, crawling on the ground, soiling themselves, panting and gasping for life, for America. The elderly breathe their death rattles. "THE FEMINIST BOOKSTORE FROM PORTLANDIA." Eventually it would stop. No one knows precisely when. Perhaps long after the ash and blood cleared, perhaps before. The earth was inexorably scarred by the vibrations. Canyons and valleys opened to the deluge of noise and kinetic force as they once had to the unhalting march of the glaciers. America, of course, was gone. Its people, its culture, its symbols, all that it had built vanished from the earth. All except for single one-story building in the Pacific northwest.
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Jeez they have been making fun of comic book stores for decades now and they're basically the male version of a feminist bookstore. At least a comic book store knows its place though.
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Oct 1, 2016 01:08
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I'm not gonna buy any books from that store
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Oct 1, 2016 01:12
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The missionaries were here again to talk to me about The Feminist Bookstore from Portlandia. This time they want the male child as well.
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what exactly is a safe space and how do I get one in my bathroom so no one knocks on the goddamn door while i'm in there reading my Stephen King novels
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Oct 1, 2016 01:23
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They don't sound like very fun people and I hope their dumb store goes out of business.
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The feminist bookstore from Portlandia.
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The darkness drops again but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what feminist bookstore, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Portlandia to be born?
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Oct 1, 2016 01:31
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the feminist bookstore spinoff luelinks "portlandia"
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Kelp Me! posted:jesus loving christ I rescind my request i want to gently caress it
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ElGroucho posted:what exactly is a safe space and how do I get one in my bathroom so no one knocks on the goddamn door while i'm in there reading my Stephen King novels 
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Kelp Me! posted:I am genuinely curious as to how the people working that store would react to a guy walking into the store by himself. I once walked into a strange new age christian bookstore and they reacted as if I had walked broken into their house. I think someone hissed at me.
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