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My views on aggressive feminists...

WARNING: THERE IS A RANT BELOW THIS.
Now… on with the show!

I tend to prefer female companions. Particularly aesthetically pleasing ones, though a pretty smile and shimmering eyes can not overshadow the stupidity that appears to be increasingly evident in this world. I am friends with primarily females. Not to get in their pants, as I possess the heart of the most amazing person I’ve ever had the pleasure to know, but because they LISTEN. 

I have been called many things, nothing short of a preacher, a philosopher, an intellectual, and a teacher. Women will listen and take what they need out of a conversation, but consider all facets of the talk. A man will typically try to butt heads with you, as anything that does not agree with him is wrong, since males typically have incomprehensibly large egos. I am not one to break this mold, though I do recognize my flaws. A good woman uses her mind, whereas a man uses his brawn. Brawn has won NOTHING. Brawn did not create cults, and brawn did not kill 6.5 million Jews in the 30s and 40s. The power of the mind is infinite! The power of your strength is limited by when you drop the bench press bar on your feeble mind!

That being said, there are types of women I do NOT appreciate in the least. These are the carriers of children who are worth nothing more than the wet, lukewarm hole between their thighs. This feminist bullshit has gone on long enough! I have been astounded countless times by the complacency of these shemales and their logic. I agree a woman should be treated equally to her male counterpart, but the fact is… Feminists are miserable, brainwashed cunts. 

If I hold a door open for you, it’s not because I don’t think you can do it yourself, I’m doing it because it’s the kind thing to do, and I do it for males as well! The witty retorts will lead to nothing but a verbal lashing and social scolding!

If I tell a woman that her hair looks nice, she will take it for what it is… The fact I think her hair looks nice at this point in time. She will be thankful! As thankful as a man who is told that he is an attractive male, if not even more thankful. A feminist will cry, “You can’t say that to me! I have rights, too! You men are all the same, and I’m not going to be demeaned by you!” What a feminist does not understand, is that these silly little outbursts and quips don’t make anybody respect you, they just make you look like an angry, uneducated, simple-minded lesbian for the sheer sake of calling off men! Have PRIDE in being a woman! Don’t feel like you need to look good for US! Look good for yourself! It literally makes no sense to spend 3 hours dolling yourself up in front of a mirror to get mad when a male wants to compliment you. Sort of like cooking a big dinner, just to expunge feces on it and throw it in the dumpster! It makes no sense!

Now, there are some circumstances where these arguments are justified. If a man says that you are LESS of a person because of your gender, surely you must react as this can not be unpunished! If a man says “I think that lipstick looks good on you” it is NOT because we want you to be an object, IT’S BECAUSE WE LIKE THE WAY YOUR FUCKING LIPSTICK LOOKS ON YOU! If all females thought in this illogical way, then we would cease to exist as a race, boiling down to nothing but scissoring and carpet-munching until the next 80 years pass and our generation dies off. Do NOT mistake this as hating women or gays, I am merely proving a point about the invalidity of feminist ideas.

The idea of arguing that a woman should have equal rights as a man, but then reacting so outlandish to things that intelligent people would not find offensive is astounding. It is illogical to think it is okay to be able to say half the things you say to men, and expect equal treatment. IF YOU WERE TREATED EQUALLY I’D KICK YOU IN THE TITS! Don’t mistake the magnitude of the situation at hand. It is a sick time where women can say anything they want about men, but then when they are a called a frigid bitch or a cunt it is sexist and the end of the world. Have you ever considered that if you just accept a compliment, or think about what is said in contexts not related to gender, that you might not be demeaned? If I call you a stupid cunt, it’s not because you’re a woman… it’s because you’re a stupid cunt! As I said, I PREFER female friends, but not the ones with the misguided mentality that “All men are created EVIL”. Who do you think you are? I wouldn’t allow a man to speak that way to me, and I sure as hell won’t allow a woman to either. You want equality?! I will judge you the same way I judge a man. To think you should get special treatment because you’re a female is ridiculous. You’re still a human, who’s sole purpose is to reproduce. That is why ALL animals are here.

In short, you must not be angry at irrational things. Not every comment should be twisted in some horrible illogical way to demean women. This is the equivalent of an African-American getting angry because I described my shirt as being “black” when it is most certainly black. Do you not see the silliness in this? Surely, when you are not viewed as an equal though you have done nothing but exist with a vagina, you must tell them the fuck off because they deserve it… But receiving a compliment is not objectifying (save the “gurl u sexi let me fuk u hoe” comments). Act like an equal, and be treated like one. That is my point.

CALEB OUT!

LOVE is …


Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses ‘n laughs ‘n perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect him to always say the right thing, ‘n always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect him to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, utterly defeated when something doesn’t exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing. Love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning ‘n it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it.


Love is so incredibly messy. People around you can’t comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain, ‘cause simply, they can’t see. They can’t see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you’re in love. It’s inconvenient ‘n painful n devastating at times, but we can’t live without it. What you don’t learn is how hard love is. How much work it takes, How much of ourselves we have to put into it. How it isn’t worth it until we are complete ‘n utter idiots about it.


Love isn’t him calming you down when you yell. It’s him yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, ‘n right in your face to wake you up ‘n to keep you grounded. It isn’t him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable.


It’s after a long fight, that drains the life ‘n bones right out of you both, ‘n yet him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s not him saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. So no, it’s not HIM caressing your hair ‘n telling you that everything’s going to be alright. It’s him standing there, admitting he’s just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You’ve unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another person’s hand n said;


“Here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat.
Or forget I ever handed it to you. As long as you have it”


It makes us crazy. It makes us invisible ‘n it erases all the lines that we shouldn’t cross. ‘cause love isn’t about fencing ourselves in; feeling safe, feeling sure about the future. It’s about scaring the crap out of every nerve in our body, but pushing forward anyway. ‘cause all the fighting ‘n all the tears ‘n all the uncertainty is worth it. And it’s a lot better than being 100% happy without someone to show us that there is a world of difference between feeling ‘HAPPY ‘n feeling whole.


Life is a challenge, ‘n so is LOVE. Things never come easy in life; if they do, memories are rare, suffering won’t get you through the tough times, there’s nothing to look back on. There’s no mistakes that you learn from. In the end, it’s all worth it. A worthwhile !!!

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You know what the greatest tragedy is in the whole world? It’s all the people who never find out what it is they want to do or what it is they’re really good at. It’s all the sons who become blacksmiths because their fathers were blacksmiths. It’s all the people who could be really fantastic flute players who grow old and die without ever seeing a musical instrument, so they become bad ploughmen instead. It’s all the people with talents who never even find out. It’s all the people who never get to know what it is that they can really be. It’s all the wasted chances.
—  amazing and thought provoking words from Ginger Withel, a fictional character invented by Sir Terry Pratchett
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