dismantlethefeminism

I do not understand this “male privilege" bullshit.

What. Fucking. Privileges. Do. Men. Have.???????

Name them. I swear, I challenge you to name these “male privileges" and be able to prove them.

Come on, I fucking dare you.

Name them!

cosmic-kleptomaniac

Oh boy. Well, as a man, I’ll tell you my male privilege.

My odds of being hired for a job, when competing against female applicants, are probably skewed in my favor. The more prestigious the job, the larger the odds are skewed.
I can be confident in the fact that my co-workers won’t think that I was hired/promoted because of my sex - despite the fact that it’s probably true.
If I ever am promoted when a woman of my peers is better suited for the job, it is because of my sex.
If i ever fail at my job or career, it won’t be seen as a blacklist against my sex’s capabilities.
I am far less likely to face sexual harassment than my female peers.
If I do the same task as a woman, and if the measurement is at all subjective, chances are people will think I did a better job.
If I am a teen or an adult, and I stay out of prison, my odds of getting raped are relatively low.
On average, I’m taught that walking alone after dark by myself is less than dangerous than it is for my female peers.
If I choose not to have children, my masculinity will not be questioned.
If I do have children but I do not provide primary care for them, my masculinity will not be questioned.
If I have children and I do care for them, I’ll be praised even if my care is only marginally competent.
If I have children and a career, no one will think I’m selfish for not staying at home.
If I seek political office, my relationship with my children or who I deem to take care of them will more often not be scrutinized by the press.
My elected representatives are mostly people of my own sex. The more prestigious the position, the more this is true.
When i seek out “the person in charge", it is likely that they will be someone of my own sex. The higher the position, the more often this is true.
As a child, chances are I am encouraged to be more active and outgoing than my sisters.
As a child, I could choose from an almost infinite variety of children’s media featuring positive, active, non-stereotyped heroes of my own sex. I never had to look for it; male protagonists were (and are) the default.
As a child, chances are I got more teacher attention than girls who raised their hands just as often.
If my day, week or year is going badly, I need not ask of each negative episode or situation whether or not it has sexist overtones. (Nobody’s going to ask if I’m upset because I’m menstruating.)
I can turn on the television or glance at the front page of the newspaper and see people of my own sex widely represented.
If I’m careless with my financial affairs it won’t be attributed to my sex.
If I’m careless with my driving it won’t be attributed to my sex.
I can speak in public to a large group without putting my sex on trial.
Even if I sleep with a lot of women, there is little to no chance that I will be seriously labeled a “slut,” nor is there any male counterpart to “slut-bashing.”
I do not have to worry about the message my wardrobe sends about my sexual availability.
My clothing is typically less expensive and better-constructed than women’s clothing for the same social status. While I have fewer options, my clothes will probably fit better than a woman’s without tailoring.
The grooming regimen expected of me is relatively cheap and consumes little time.
If I buy a new car, chances are I’ll be offered a better price than a woman buying the same car. The same goes for other expensive merchandise.
If I’m not conventionally attractive, the disadvantages are relatively small and easy to ignore.
I can be loud with no fear of being called a shrew. I can be aggressive with no fear of being called a bitch.
I can ask for legal protection from violence that happens mostly to men without being seen as a selfish special interest, since that kind of violence is called “crime” and is a general social concern. (Violence that happens mostly to women is usually called “domestic violence” or “acquaintance rape,” and is seen as a special interest issue.)
I can be confident that the ordinary language of day-to-day existence will always include my sex. “All men are created equal,” mailman, chairman, freshman, he.
My ability to make important decisions and my capability in general will never be questioned depending on what time of the month it is.
I will never be expected to change my name upon marriage or questioned if I don’t change my name.
The decision to hire me will not be based on assumptions about whether or not I might choose to have a family sometime soon.
Every major religion in the world is led primarily by people of my own sex. Even God, in most major religions, is pictured as male.
Most major religions argue that I should be the head of my household, while my wife and children should be subservient to me.
If I have a wife or live-in girlfriend, chances are we’ll divide up household chores so that she does most of the labor, and in particular the most repetitive and unrewarding tasks.
If I have children with my girlfriend or wife, I can expect her to do most of the basic childcare such as changing diapers and feeding.
If I have children with my wife or girlfriend, and it turns out that one of us needs to make career sacrifices to raise the kids, chances are we’ll both assume the career sacrificed should be hers.
Assuming I am heterosexual, magazines, billboards, television, movies, pornography, and virtually all of media is filled with images of scantily-clad women intended to appeal to me sexually. Such images of men exist, but are rarer.
In general, I am under much less pressure to be thin than my female counterparts are. If I am over-weight, I probably suffer fewer social and economic consequences for being fat than over-weight women do.
If I am heterosexual, it’s incredibly unlikely that I’ll ever be beaten up by a spouse or lover.
Complete strangers generally do not walk up to me on the street and tell me to “smile.”
Sexual harassment on the street virtually never happens to me. I do not need to plot my movements through public space in order to avoid being sexually harassed, or to mitigate sexual harassment.
On average, I am not interrupted by women as often as women are interrupted by men.
On average, I will have the privilege of not knowing about my male privilege.

And lastly, I am taken as a more credible feminist than my female peers, despite the fact that the feminist movement is not liberating to my sex.

This is male privilege.

acureforbrainwork

THIS. THIS IS HOW YOU BE A MALE FEMINIST.

pokemongomemes

Anyone wanna meet up at DCI East tonight?

#dci

magweno

That post about Scottish tweets ripping Donald Trump apart is good but here are some more. I think “Trump is a Cunt” held by Janey Godley is my favourite.

out-there-on-the-maroon

I would like to thank the entire population of Scotland.

aimee-b-loved

Fucking Scots. I think I’m in love.

Source: BuzzFeed

dntgetmad

I had to post this whole thread because this is the definition of a wholesome post. 😭😂💕🔑

americadivided

This is beyond cute and innocent. I love it 😭

barelyfittingin

My guy 💪

mashallahsis

This is so cute I love it

vine-blog

When they ask if you have any special talents

drunp-archive-deactivated201711

i fucking love german spongebob

valleydean

blondeisawesome

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Putin “taking notes” during Obama’s speech.

you-all-hate-me

If obama was speaking I’d do the same thing

socialjust-ish

While it’s very possible he’s doodling, let us not forget that Russian Cursive apparently looks like this:

So it is very possible he just has messy handwriting (look at how he’s holding the pen) and is in fact taking notes.

Or he could just be doodling.

hominishostilis

I’ve never seen Russian cursive and now I can’t stop laughing.

dontneedfeminism

This kind of thing is why cursive is a horrible idea.

snowstorm-thirteen

Russian doctors notes written in cursive. Pretty sure Putin is actually taking notes.

nikolasdraperivey

My eyes….

leonanson

i guess their writing looks like they were rushin

greenseams

STOP

mrdestructo

I’m opening ‘50 Shades of Grey’ to a random page and posting what I find. Part fourteen.

After our second time together, I felt adventurous.

“What if you stuck a Twizzler in my butt?” I asked.

“Twizzlers!” he shouted, spanking me hard, though not as hard as he did when I said wrong things. “They’re disgusting. I love everything that comes out of your butt, especially my love hot dog,” he said, gesturing between his legs at his love hot dog. “Except those. Twizzlers suck compared to Red Vines. Twizzlers taste like the cherry flavor in grownup cough syrup. Like it’s cherry flavor and clam sauce or something.”

He started rubbing me. “I love your clam sauce,” he said.

“Mmm,” I said.

“Let me have your hot clam sauce.” He kept rubbing me and grabbed a graduated cylinder and put it under me, where I was dripping sauce.

“I don’t know if I can…” I said.

“Sure you can. This is your clam, and it’s wet. Sea clams are wet all the time. You eat them raw, and they’re wet clams. I can’t cook your clam, but I can cook sea clams. Sea clams are different. You get them hot, and they’re rocks with meat inside.”

By the time he stopped talking I had filled the cylinder to the top with my clam sauce.

“You know, everyone who disagrees with me is wrong. Bottoms up,” he said, drinking it with my bottom in the air. I was at sea, but emotionally.