House of Eratosthenes

Somewhat Untamed/Uncouth/Uncultured Male: Something.

Matronly Female (indignantly): WHAT?!?

Male: …Nothing…(slinks out of sight, wishes the world would swallow him where he stands)

Slightly more complicated exchange, which has lately taken the place of the above…

Uncouth Male: Something.

Matronly Perpetually-Offended Female: WHAT?!?

Uncouth Male: Chill bitch, there’s nothing wrong with that.

Couth Male: How DARE you!!

Uncouth Male: Alright, I can see I’m not gonna win at this…(slinks off, exit stage left)

Couth Male, to Perpetually-Offended Female: Looks like you owe me some sex!! (smile)

Perpetually Offended Female: Okay. Go fuck yourself.

We have, as a “civilization,” unfortunately become rather hooked on this. And by “rather” what I mean is “completely.” The perceived front-runner of next year’s presidential election, offers repeats of exactly this exchange as an incentive for people to vote for her. Hasn’t anybody else noticed? She offers nothing else. Nothing. Just repeat after repeat of “WHAT?!?” followed by a scurrilous feral-creature male backing down from some previous position. She’s offered the electorate no reason whatsoever to put her in any position of actual authority, or trust — nowhere except prison.

And that’s just the beginning. Teevee sitcoms. Teevee commercials. Movies. Trailers for movies. Presidential debates. The hubbub after presidential debates.

Females refusing to do this, refusing to stop doing that, being offended, being aggravated; spineless males acquiescing, and helping to scold others who don’t get with the program. It’s an invasion. This used to be an annoying incursion into the national discussion. Somewhere along the line, I nodded off and now I wake up and see this is the national discussion, all of it, and about everything. I’m afraid the time has come to ask seriously: Do we stand for anything else anymore? Do we know any other way of arguing, counter-arguing, inspecting, proving, refuting — interacting? Selling? Buying? It all seems to come back to that, the power of female approval/disapproval. Like moths to a flame. Or like flies back to a turd.

I was notified, at work, that this weird phenomenon of human interaction I was noticing was called White Knight Syndrome. Ah, yes. I have heard of this before. I have been afflicted with it. Most guys my age have.

But, I’m not that worried about White Knight. White Knight only afflicts stupid, “nice” guys. Guys with tin ears, guy who are out-of-step and lack the street-smarts to get with it & figure out what’s really going on, without the benefit of a great deal of experience that is still ahead of them. Stupid men. Guys like me, some 20 to 25 years ago. It is a large, and perhaps swelling, demographic. But it is by no means universal.

Poached Egg What is universal, or shows signs of being universal, or at least on the way, is a more complicated strain of the germ. It doesn’t afflict stupid young men in their mid-twenties; that would be relatively harmless. It afflicts just about everybody. It lies dormant until things get a little bit heated, like last week during this Trump/Kelly conflict. And then it turns normally sane, normally clear-thinking grownups into these idiot-gelding “white knights.”

For that reason, I call it: Poached Egg White Knight Syndrome. Yes, things are left clear and fluid and in their natural state, until there is heat. Then everyone has to turn white-knight. The only way the analogy fails is: A cooked, floppy white poached egg, actually has a purpose. These “White Knights From Heat,” on the other hand, are like tits on fish. As far as brain capacity, the analogy works. Poached Egg White Knights, have about the same useful I.Q. as an actual poached egg. As far as the brainwave activity that can be channeled into action that can make some situation better, they’re about on par with an actual poached egg.

And they turn white under heat, like a real poached egg.

It is not honest. We know this. The poached-egg-white-knight might make a good show out of coolly, methodically evaluating whether “bleeding out of her wherever” is a direct reference to a journalist’s menstrual cycle, but it’s obvious he doesn’t really give a shit. It’s just the Gamma Male’s way of getting laid.

It is not sane. We know this, because it often doesn’t work, and when it doesn’t work they keep doing it. They don’t even get a lot of that coveted female approval, either, but they continue to go after that, like a blind baby animal continuing to suckle away at a teat that has run dry.

It is not sane on the other side either. Chicks get as addicted to the intoxicating elixir of this tedious play-script as anybody else — they withhold approval, and by withholding approval they gain male deference. Sometimes that, too, doesn’t work. And when that happens they just double down on on the play-script. They end up making this big show out of withholding female approval from someone who has already shown, repeatedly, that he doesn’t need it and doesn’t even want it.

It is like watching an unskilled, poorly equipped artisan struggling to complete a slightly involved task, with only a single tool in his bag. I guess that’s the situation. You have to actually do some arguing to win arguments, and we have a few too many people walking around among us who want to skip forward, past all that business with present, prove, refute, question stuff. Want to skip ahead, to the fun part. Where they win.

It is a sexual drive, a sort of mating dance, among those who have no need for such a thing. Those whom the forces of evolution are about to select out of the gene pool, Darwin’s detritus. If we could line up all of the sex acts according to what might have some useful purpose, masturbation would take a front seat to this. Because this is just annoying, in addition to which it is a fountainhead of bad ideas, pursued with great confidence by those who wouldn’t know an idea from a hole in the ground. Ideas that ultimately hurt people.

Chicks get as addicted to the intoxicating elixir of this tedious play-script as anybody else

And then they write about it, at outfits like Salon.com. Bring a crate of barf bags, but seriously – read this.

What this bint calls “toxic masculinity” is just plain manhood, full stop. Denying that it exists, or trying to argue it into nonexistence with fifty-cent words, not only doesn’t work, but guarantees that it will express itself in increasingly virulent forms.

It’s why Donald Trump is winning in the polls. Now, I don’t think anyone who has ever used the word “manhood” un-ironically would call Trump much of a man. He’s not an “alpha male” — he’s just a rich dickhead who hasn’t been told “no” in thirty years. His affect is pure bratty teenager. But he’s the only male in public life — literally, the only be-testicled human with a public platform — to tell whiny feminists to suck it. That alone accounts for the majority of his support.

[And I think I can prove it. If he wins a few actual primaries — that is, if it seriously looks like he might actually be the Republican nominee — he’s going to have to walk back some of his more “outrageous” statements. He’ll probably make nicey-nice with someone like Carly Fiorina on a big stage, something something strong confident woman blah blah blah. His support will crater overnight].

If I wanted to create a viable third party overnight, I’d resurrect the Promise Keepers. I’d keep the Jesus stuff vaguely evangelical, but I’d hammer the theme of family leadership until my hands bled. I’d talk in nothing but sports metaphors, and I’d make my supporters wear badges in public. And when every single media whore started shrieking about my movement being “anti-feminist,” I’d say “Exactly! Modern feminism causes nothing but misery for both sexes, and I’ve got the survey data to prove it. Megyn Kelly has everything anyone could desire, but does she look happy to you?”

[Feel free to steal that, anybody. Just remember who loves ya when you’re in the White House].
- Severian | 08/14/2015 @ 08:16
“Uncouth Male: Chill bitch, there’s nothing wrong with that.

Couth Male: How DARE you!!

Uncouth male: Excuse me? Did you just avow that you are NOT proficient in the use of a sword?
Then what’s it going to be bitch?
Yeah, I THOUGHT so!
- CaptDMO | 08/16/2015 @ 03:08
What this bint calls “toxic masculinity” is just plain manhood, full stop. Denying that it exists, or trying to argue it into nonexistence with fifty-cent words, not only doesn’t work, but guarantees that it will express itself in increasingly virulent forms.

Interestingly, in TFA that is precisely what she says about the other side, what she calls this toxic masculinity. (It’s actually nothing more than the subordination of childlike want-this-don’t-want-that feeling, nothing more or less than what we do when we decide to get out of bed and go to work).

This is just the divide between Architects and Medicators, formerly, “Yin and Yang.” People who confront life’s newer challenges by thinking their way through them, or by feeling their way around them. Delayed gratification versus immediate gratification. Chaos ensues when people who have dedicated themselves to one of these, come into contact with people who have dedicated themselves to the other. The sniveling in the article you have linked, is just that sort of friction. “Omigaw, these people are denying their feelings!!!eleventy!!” Uh yeah. That’s what someone did right before he designed and wrote the software you used to write the article, and the pixels that put it on your screen, and the print driver that turns it into hardcopy, and the code-legend that translates numbers into characters. All these things were done by someone who labored away at the work, and put the “I’m feeling this-or-that” off until later.

What an evil bitch. Because deep down, I suspect she knows all of this.
- mkfreeberg | 08/16/2015 @ 07:55
If it’s masculinity that can rise to levels deemed toxic, then what ever happened to O.B.- “Designed by a woman!”-tampons?
(Well, AND “Rely”, from P&G)
- CaptDMO | 08/16/2015 @ 15:46
@ Capt DMO

LOL. Nice.

@ Morgan,

I’m pretty sure she does know all this. In a sane age, we’d slap a BPD diagnosis on her, and not let her near a keyboard without a special helmet.

I’m trying to think of the last aspirational male figure in pop culture — the kind of guy where you could show your son and say “be like him.” It might actually be John Wayne. I’m not much of a pop culture consumer, so he’d have to be really big for me to have heard of him, and…. nope, drawing a blank.

Imagine John Wayne’s response to all this. So this chick starts a fight, you say? I’d walk away. She won’t let me walk away? Well, pilgrim, I’ll use the minimum necessary force — she is a lady, after all — but if you can’t walk away from a fight, you damn well finish it. And if I see some other guy in that situation, and he finishes it, I tip my hat to him.

As for these “poached-egg white knight” fellows….

A related question: When is the last time you’ve heard a so-called “culture critic” admit that things exist on a spectrum? Not everybody can be John Wayne, and back when John Wayne was making movies, we all seemed to know that. The world needs saloon keepers and fry cooks and bystanders, too. Know your role, and play it well, like a man — John Wayne wouldn’t be an accountant, but your job is to be the John Wayne of accounting.

Alas, everyone who has a public platform these days is a sperg. Everything is all-or-nothing for them.
- Severian | 08/17/2015 @ 06:42

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