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The only iteration of this meme that’s even remotely funny (but oh god, I laughed).
tragic backstories explain bad deeds but they do not excuse them
- tragic backstories explain bad deeds but they do not excuse them
See: Severus Snape. I’m not really prepared to jump into this particular area of this particular fandom, but, come on, seriously.
But what would their celebrity couple portmanteau name be? Manxton?
GPOY Saturday night. When they make the HIMYM-style credits for the movie of my life, go ahead and include this one. I think it’s a pretty good statement of purpose.
I love Kickstarter. I think that’s clear to people who know me by now? I love it. There’s a dude named Brad Muir and he works at Double Fine and I love the games they make, so much. But before Kickstarter, every time a Double Fine game came out I was a little worried it would be their last, and I’d have to worry that if people didn’t buy it, who knows what would happen to that studio. Then they found KIckstarter and now they make games and people like me can front load the development cost for them and it is the absolute best arrangement for creative people who want a tool in the exhausting struggle of art + commerce. A friend of mine is taking a month off her job to write a children’s book because of this platform. It’s GREAT. I love it.
The outcome of this is that I spend a lot of time just browsing Kickstarter looking for something cool to either back or crow about online. I don’t really back much - I don’t have a ton of capitol to toss around, and I’m sure the fact that I have a lot of ideas and no money factors into my love of a platform that gives money to people with ideas - but I like to check it out. So tonight, I found THIS fucking thing.
This is a nightmare.
Watching the video, reading the description, it sounds fairly innocent but a little eye-roll inducing. It’s another book where some nerd, desperate to be liked by women (this is not an insult, we are ALL desperate to be liked by someone we want to have sex with) thinks he’s figured out some cheat code or check-list like routine they can run in a bar to make women sleep with them, as if women aren’t people but a series of subroutines or an obstacle course that they can optimize to get their dick wet as fast as possible. And he’s written that advice down! And he’s selling it! To you! You could learn his cheat codes. This is nothing new for the internet. In fact, a large swath of this book was published already on Reddit. What’s new is that he’s crowdfunding it.
And sure, you might think this is sad or dumb or that this guy is just another lonely dude talking to other lonely dudes who’ll head out into the night with their fedoras to failure, right? Not a big deal? Oops, turns out we’re wrong, because here are some excerpts from what he’s already put on Reddit -
”5) Get CLOSE to her, damn it!
To quote Rob Judge, “Personal space is for pussies.” I already told you that the most successful seducers are those who can’t keep their hands off of women. Well you’re not gonna be able to do that if you aren’t in close! ”
“All the greatest seducers in history could not keep their hands off of women. They aggressively escalated physically with every woman they were flirting with. They began touching them immediately, kept great body language and eye contact, and were shameless in their physicality. Even when a girl rejects your advances, she KNOWS that you desire her. That’s hot. It arouses her physically and psychologically.”
“Decide that you’re going to sit in a position where you can rub her leg and back. Physically pick her up and sit her on your lap. Don’t ask for permission. Be dominant. Force her to rebuff your advances.”
Pull out your cock and put her hand on it. Remember, she is letting you do this because you have established yourself as a LEADER. Don’t ask for permission, GRAB HER HAND, and put it right on your dick.”
SO. Now I am no longer rolling my eyes.
This guy is no longer just being weird and creepy on the internet. Now he’s writing a book about how to sexually assault women, and he is using something I believe in (Kickstarter) to ask YOU for money to do it. I am offended as someone who believes in the platform, and more importantly I am offended as someone who believes women shouldn’t be treated this way, and that people who say otherwise CERTAINLY should not profit off saying they should.
This isn’t harmless. People come to these boards because they are scared of being humiliated, and they are saying to the world, “Tell me what to do, because I don’t know what to do.” And this guy has chosen to tell them, “You should be a rapist.”
There’s largely nothing we can do about people saying this shit on a place like Reddit - Reddit’s a mess for another time - but let’s get it off of Kickstarter. The project is funded in 10 hours - and unfortunately a lot of those are sleeping hours - but PLEASE report it to Kickstarter, please tweet @Kickstarter asking them to take it down, and PLEASE do not let something cool be used for the UGLIEST thing imaginable.
The Kickstarter - Report Button is on the bottom of the page
Please Tweet at @Kickstarter
Fucking disgusting. PUA bullshit makes me stabby at the best of times but people throwing money at it is too much.
FINALLY. How did this gif take so long?
“YO GIRL, IF THERE WAS SOME WIND BLOWIN’ I BE SEEIN’ YO PUSSY RIGHT NOW!”
Annie didn’t pick out the dress she wore today to provoke a response, and certainly not that kind of response. She wore it because it was 85 degrees in Manhattan, and she couldn’t imagine the discomfort of walking through the dizzying sweltering city in a pair of jeans. She thought she might hear something like this as a result, but what she didn’t anticipate was the way her ears popped just after. The street noise went silent; she could still hear her breath, her heartbeat, but the speeding cabs and buses had ceased to make any noise. Even stranger, she looked around and noticed that not only were the only people on the street (Other than the catcaller) women, but they were all looking right at her, blank expressions on their faces.
Annie looked at the catcaller. He was wearing a dirty Yankees t-shirt, ripped jeans and a construction belt. He was still smiling, as if he thought she was still mulling over his implicit invitation and might respond agreeably. She did not feel particularly agreeable.
Annie looked back at the other women on the street, and they were no longer looking at her. They were looking at the catcaller now, all of them. Annie felt a tingling in her sinuses, almost as if she were about to sneeze, but there was no sneeze coming.
“HEY DICKHEAD! I LOVE THAT ASS! LET’S SEE SOME MORE OF IT!” This came from the mouth of an older woman, wearing dark sunglasses and a white cardigan sweater despite the heat.
“YEAH! I’D RIDE THAT FACE LIKE A FUCKIN’ PONY!” This from the mouth of a mother pushing her toddler in a stroller. She was sweating heavily but the heat didn’t seem to be bothering her much otherwise.
“TAKE OUT THAT DICK! I WANNA SEE THAT DICK!” This from the toddler in the stroller. Annie stared, the tingling in her skull getting stronger. She found that she was more shocked by the fact that she wasn’t shocked than by what was happening.
And then the women began to close in. The catcaller no longer looked confident. He twitched his head from side to side, looking for an exit, but more women seemed to be rounding the corner, emerging from the stores on the block, each shouting something worse and worse at him.
Annie didn’t remember much of what followed. The tingling in her head flared up so strongly that she could only recall random details. An old lady biting the man’s wrist, drawing a spray of blood. A teenage girl holding a tote bag with a yoga mat clawing out the catcaller’s eyes. Just still photographs of memory, none of which were particularly pretty. The one thing she would always remember, however, was that as the mob closed in, the last thing she heard from the catcaller was his pleading, quavering voice as he called for his mother.
Well if this isn’t just the best thing.
Can we talk about the fact that on Spotify, the listings for contributing artists on “I Am A God” are Kanye West… and God?
“All we have is the story we tell. Everything we do, every decision we make, our strength, weakness, motivation, history, and character—what we believe—none of it is real; it’s all part of the story we tell.”
—Jess Walter, Beautiful Ruins
Everything I’ve ever loved, together in one Tumblr post. Maris, you are a god.
Oh, Leo. You’ve done it again.
POP LOCK AND DROP IT, LEO.
I could just watch this all day.
Casualties of Saturday night. NYC eats shoes.
i wish that instead of really annoying guys coming up to you in the street to hit on you it was really cool girls who were like hey i like your hair do you want to come over and have some wine and hang out and do eachother’s nails really dope and eat foods and talk shit about all the strange men that have hit on us