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Posted: 9/15/2005 1:17:36 PM EDT
I'm out with a friend for some beer last night at a sports bar. I live in somewhat of a college town. Anyway, some guy I know from work comes in and caught me off guard. He was always professional and NORMAL when I spoke and talked to him, but last night he had on a pink wristband, pink/white sneakers, a teal colored shirt and his hair was spiked like a porcupine. All I could think of was fruit loop. What the hell does a man want to look like that for. I felt like telling him how much of a disgrace of a man he was and what a pussy he actually was. What the hell is wrong with the young culture in this country. Granted I'm not that old, I'm 26, but a mature 26 who knows how you are supposed to act in society and present yourself.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:18:50 PM EDT

perceptions are in the eye of the beholder. I bet chicks dig his metrosexuality.

That being said, my step-father-in-law is the same way and it freaks me out.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:21:16 PM EDT
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:21:50 PM EDT
He is just doing it to get college girl pie. Thats why most younger guys do anything to change how they look its to get pie. All this feminine men shit is born out of a womens mouth. I go to Florida Atlantic University and the only way to get some of those beautiful college chicks is to dress like a gay man. I dont put up with that shit if she doesnt like me for who I am then she is not worth my time.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:26:13 PM EDT

Originally Posted By Wave:
Chicks dig that gay shit for some odd reason.


I sure as hell don't. I see shit like that and assume they're either gay or conceited, possibly both, neither of which is a turn-on.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:27:07 PM EDT
Uhhhh... Where you been for the last year or two? Tha Donald brought pink back with his ties and now Ralph Lauren, Tommy Hilfiger, Nautica, etc. all have pink shirts in their mens' clothing line.

Not saying I'd wear it . But it's been out for a while, nothing new...





EPOCH
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:33:16 PM EDT
[Last Edit: 9/15/2005 1:34:03 PM EDT by KN]
Because beating people up that do it is frowned on these days.

When I was young I would gotten my ass whupped all over town for that shit.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:33:50 PM EDT

Originally Posted By EPOCH96:
Uhhhh... Where you been for the last year or two? Tha Donald brought pink back with his ties and now Ralph Lauren, Tommy Hilfiger, Nautica, etc. all have pink shirts in their mens' clothing line.

Not saying I'd wear it . But it's been out for a while, nothing new...

img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Jbays/pinktie.gif

img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Jbays/pinkpolo.jpg

EPOCH



Actually, flashback to the early 80's, pink was all the rage, and I was single and much younger.

Catch a Miami Vice rerun for the technicolor version.
Oil and water didn't mix well then, either.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:36:34 PM EDT

Originally Posted By Wave:
Chicks dig that gay shit for some odd reason.





No we don't.

Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:38:11 PM EDT

Originally Posted By CITADELGRAD87:

Originally Posted By EPOCH96:
Uhhhh... Where you been for the last year or two? Tha Donald brought pink back with his ties and now Ralph Lauren, Tommy Hilfiger, Nautica, etc. all have pink shirts in their mens' clothing line.

Not saying I'd wear it . But it's been out for a while, nothing new...

img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Jbays/pinktie.gif

img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Jbays/pinkpolo.jpg

EPOCH



Actually, flashback to the early 80's, pink was all the rage, and I was single and much younger.

Catch a Miami Vice rerun for the technicolor version.
Oil and water didn't mix well then, either.



+1

Don Johnson was tha pastel pimp!
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:44:17 PM EDT
he's a catcher
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:45:33 PM EDT

Originally Posted By 4xys2xxs:

Originally Posted By Wave:
Chicks dig that gay shit for some odd reason.





No we don't.


wow I had no idea you were elected queen of all women. So you speak for all women or just women in your age group. Try going to a high school or college campus there are thousands of hot chicks who would disagree with you.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:47:07 PM EDT

Originally Posted By bloodmoon:

Originally Posted By 4xys2xxs:

Originally Posted By Wave:
Chicks dig that gay shit for some odd reason.





No we don't.


wow I had no idea you were elected queen of all women. So you speak for all women or just women in your age group. Try going to a high school or college campus there are thousands of hot chicks who would disagree with you.



Self appointed

And as far as the high school and college girls...they'll grow out of it.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:51:16 PM EDT

Originally Posted By bloodmoon:

Originally Posted By 4xys2xxs:

Originally Posted By Wave:
Chicks dig that gay shit for some odd reason.





No we don't.


wow I had no idea you were elected queen of all women. So you speak for all women or just women in your age group. Try going to a high school or college campus there are thousands of hot chicks who would disagree with you.


I chimed in earlier. Hell, she can speak for me anytime since we see eye to eye on practically everything.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:56:58 PM EDT

Originally Posted By bloodmoon:
Try going to a high school or college campus there are thousands of hot chicks who would disagree with you.



you're correct
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:57:23 PM EDT
[Last Edit: 9/15/2005 1:59:01 PM EDT by bloodmoon]

Originally Posted By 4xys2xxs:

Originally Posted By bloodmoon:

Originally Posted By 4xys2xxs:

Originally Posted By Wave:
Chicks dig that gay shit for some odd reason.





No we don't.


wow I had no idea you were elected queen of all women. So you speak for all women or just women in your age group. Try going to a high school or college campus there are thousands of hot chicks who would disagree with you.



Self appointed

And as far as the high school and college girls...they'll grow out of it.

What am I suppose to do in the mean time. Its hard as hell to find a college chick who doesnt like gay shit. I guess theres always rosie palm
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:58:10 PM EDT
Pink clothes on a man = pink cigar smoker.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 1:59:11 PM EDT
It's like this: if you pretend to be "in touch" with your feminine side, you get to touch her feminine side!
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 2:08:17 PM EDT
Some chicks dig the metrosexuals because, like many women, they are attracted to those like their father...and their fathers were a bunch of liberal hippie pussies...

Strong men scare them...
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 2:17:00 PM EDT
SC has it right. A Metrosexual. And yes, chicks DO dig them.

CWO
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 2:18:46 PM EDT

Originally Posted By DzlBenz:
It's like this: if you pretend to be "in touch" with your feminine side, you get to touch her feminine side!



Could someone define "feminine side"? This troglodyte would like to know. Other than love of pink, what are some of the elements?
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 2:19:06 PM EDT

Originally Posted By CWO:
SC has it right. A Metrosexual. And yes, chicks DO dig them.

CWO



Don't give a shit. Being a troglodyte has never been an impediment to getting pie for me.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 2:20:17 PM EDT
Maybe what some of you refer to as "gay shit" is actually having a sense of style and dressing in something other than old tee shirts, worn out jeans and Carhart jackets? I can see why women would want a guy who actually knew how to coordinate what he wears.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 2:22:15 PM EDT
NO SUCH THING.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 2:24:59 PM EDT

Originally Posted By callgood:

Originally Posted By DzlBenz:
It's like this: if you pretend to be "in touch" with your feminine side, you get to touch her feminine side!



Could someone define "feminine side"? This troglodyte would like to know. Other than love of pink, what are some of the elements?


Some day you'll find out
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 2:30:52 PM EDT
[Last Edit: 9/15/2005 2:35:56 PM EDT by Persephone]
I'm a practical chick. I prefer the big greasy sweaty guy that can fix my car. You know, the one with the look that tells people to think twice about messing him, not the one with the look of "I take it up the rear."



I hope that these girls are just going through a phase. Hopefully they'll grow out of it before they pussy-fy the entire male population.

By the way: if women invented the metrosexual, then men invented the bunion via 6" stilletto heals.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 2:33:10 PM EDT

Originally Posted By tc556guy:
Maybe what some of you refer to as "gay shit" is actually having a sense of style and dressing in something other than old tee shirts, worn out jeans and Carhart jackets? I can see why women would want a guy who actually knew how to coordinate what he wears.



You have some pink izods in your closet you want to come clean about?
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 2:35:19 PM EDT

Originally Posted By squeezecockerp7m8:
You have some pink izods in your closet you want to come clean about?



I don't own anything pink.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 2:44:00 PM EDT
I just saw a poll recently where something like 90% of chicks said they don't like pussy metrosexual guys.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 2:48:13 PM EDT

Originally Posted By SNorman:
I just saw a poll recently where something like 90% of chicks said they don't like pussy metrosexual guys.

Once again it depends where those polls were taken and at what time it was taken. I dont know about most places but on college campuses chicks fucking dig gay looking men. I have heard chicks at Florida atlantic say that they droped some guy because he looked to rugged. Chicks at Colorado State call guys who dont dress in abercrombie losers.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 2:51:23 PM EDT
PINK MAKES ANYTHING GAY



GAY!!!



GAY!!!



GAY!!!




EPOCH
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 2:54:51 PM EDT
I would say that I dress stylish but not necessarily queer.

Some dudes may say I have a feminine look about me but I do get TONS of compliments from women and girls.

Most guys just don't put that much into what they wear. I think women just like it when a man seems to go through at least a partial effort to look nice.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 3:00:59 PM EDT

Originally Posted By tc556guy:
Maybe what some of you refer to as "gay shit" is actually having a sense of style and dressing in something other than old tee shirts, worn out jeans and Carhart jackets? I can see why women would want a guy who actually knew how to coordinate what he wears.



No, the thread clearly reeferences PINK and "stylish" hair.

I wear Italian suits, silk ties, etc, I have to at work.

But there's no place for pink in my wardrobe.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 3:07:43 PM EDT

Originally Posted By GabbasaurusRex:

Originally Posted By Wave:
Chicks dig that gay shit for some odd reason.


I sure as hell don't. I see shit like that and assume they're either gay or conceited, possibly both, neither of which is a turn-on.





I'm beginning to think that the Arfcom Institute for Advanced Pie Studies should begin cloning you.


Also martinibutt and glockgrl26.



I don't say that sort of thing often, either. Dammit.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 3:14:04 PM EDT
[Last Edit: 9/15/2005 3:15:00 PM EDT by Ardenner]

Originally Posted By tc556guy:
Maybe what some of you refer to as "gay shit" is actually having a sense of style and dressing in something other than old tee shirts, worn out jeans and Carhart jackets? I can see why women would want a guy who actually knew how to coordinate what he wears.



I agree. I definitely dress what most here would probably call borderline gay. I rarely wear pink, not because I don't like it, but because it so ubiquitous now. I really don't care what people think. I'm secure in my sexuality and could careless what other people think. In fact, I would enjoy getting a pink AR (I'm talking duracoat not just pink furniture) and buying a pair of clear Chanel sunglasses (to shoot in) just to piss off others at the range.

I also wax my chest.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 3:17:06 PM EDT

Originally Posted By Ardenner:

Originally Posted By tc556guy:
Maybe what some of you refer to as "gay shit" is actually having a sense of style and dressing in something other than old tee shirts, worn out jeans and Carhart jackets? I can see why women would want a guy who actually knew how to coordinate what he wears.



I agree. I definitely dress what most here would probably call borderline gay. I rarely wear pink, not because I don't like it, but because it so ubiquitous now. I really don't care what people think. I'm secure in my sexuality and could careless what other people think. In fact, I would enjoy getting a pink AR (I'm talking duracoat not just pink furniture) and buying a pair of clear Chanel sunglasses (to shoot in) just to piss off others at the range.

I also wax my chest.



[neanderthal] BEND OVER.[/neanderthal]

j/k

Here's a lesson in living a long life, folks. Do what makes you happy, as long as you're not hurting anyone else, screw what the public thinks.

Although I don't like pink clothes because that's what my daughter wears, regardless of ubiquitousness.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 3:17:12 PM EDT

Originally Posted By Ardenner:

Originally Posted By tc556guy:
Maybe what some of you refer to as "gay shit" is actually having a sense of style and dressing in something other than old tee shirts, worn out jeans and Carhart jackets? I can see why women would want a guy who actually knew how to coordinate what he wears.



I agree. I definitely dress what most here would probably call borderline gay. I rarely wear pink, not because I don't like it, but because it so ubiquitous now. I really don't care what people think. I'm secure in my sexuality and could careless what other people think. In fact, I would enjoy getting a pink AR (I'm talking duracoat not just pink furniture) and buying a pair of clear Chanel sunglasses (to shoot in) just to piss off others at the range.

I also wax my chest.



Don't ask, don't tell I guess...
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 3:18:55 PM EDT
The Pussification Of The Western Male
By: Kim du Toit
November 5, 2003 02:24am

We have become a nation of women.

It wasn’t always this way, of course. There was a time when men put their signatures to a document, knowing full well that this single act would result in their execution if captured, and in the forfeiture of their property to the State. Their wives and children would be turned out by the soldiers, and their farms and businesses most probably given to someone who didn’t sign the document.

There was a time when men went to their certain death, with expressions like “You all can go to hell. I’m going to Texas.” (Davy Crockett, to the House of Representatives, before going to the Alamo.)

There was a time when men went to war, sometimes against their own families, so that other men could be free. And there was a time when men went to war because we recognized evil when we saw it, and knew that it had to be stamped out.

There was even a time when a President of the United States threatened to punch a man in the face and kick him in the balls, because the man had the temerity to say bad things about the President’s daughter’s singing.

We’re not like that anymore.

Now, little boys in grade school are suspended for playing cowboys and Indians, cops and crooks, and all the other familiar variations of “good guy vs. bad guy” that helped them learn, at an early age, what it was like to have decent men hunt you down, because you were a lawbreaker.

Now, men are taught that violence is bad—that when a thief breaks into your house, or threatens you in the street, that the proper way to deal with this is to “give him what he wants”, instead of taking a horsewhip to the rascal or shooting him dead where he stands.

Now, men’s fashion includes not a man dressed in a three-piece suit, but a tight sweater worn by a man with breasts.

Now, warning labels are indelibly etched into gun barrels, as though men have somehow forgotten that guns are dangerous things.

Now, men are given Ritalin as little boys, so that their natural aggressiveness, curiosity and restlessness can be controlled, instead of nurtured and directed.

And finally, our President, who happens to have been a qualified fighter pilot, lands on an aircraft carrier wearing a flight suit, and is immediately dismissed with words like “swaggering”, “macho” and the favorite epithet of Euro girly-men, “cowboy”. Of course he was bound to get that reaction—and most especially from the Press in Europe, because the process of male pussification Over There is almost complete.

How did we get to this?

In the first instance, what we have to understand is that America is first and foremost, a culture dominated by one figure: Mother. It wasn’t always so: there was a time when it was Father who ruled the home, worked at his job, and voted.

But in the twentieth century, women became more and more involved in the body politic, and in industry, and in the media—and mostly, this has not been a good thing. When women got the vote, it was inevitable that government was going to become more powerful, more intrusive, and more “protective” (ie. more coddling), because women are hard-wired to treasure security more than uncertainty and danger. It was therefore inevitable that their feminine influence on politics was going to emphasize (lowercase “s") social security.

I am aware of the fury that this statement is going to arouse, and I don’t care a fig.

What I care about is the fact that since the beginning of the twentieth century, there has been a concerted campaign to denigrate men, to reduce them to figures of fun, and to render them impotent, figuratively speaking.

I’m going to illustrate this by talking about TV, because TV is a reliable barometer of our culture.

In the 1950s, the TV Dad was seen as the lovable goofball—perhaps the beginning of the trend—BUT he was still the one who brought home the bacon, and was the main source of discipline (think of the line: “Wait until your father gets home!").

From that, we went to this: the Cheerios TV ad.

Now, for those who haven’t seen this piece of shit, I’m going to go over it, from memory, because it epitomizes everything I hate about the campaign to pussify men. The scene opens at the morning breakfast table, where the two kids are sitting with Dad at the table, while Mom prepares stuff on the kitchen counter. The dialogue goes something like this:

Little girl (note, not little boy): Daddy, why do we eat Cheerios?
Dad: Because they contain fiber, and all sorts of stuff that’s good for the heart. I eat it now, because of that.
LG: Did you always eat stuff that was bad for your heart, Daddy?
Dad (humorously): I did, until I met your mother.
Mother (not humorously): Daddy did a lot of stupid things before he met your mother.

Now, every time I see that TV ad, I have to be restrained from shooting the TV with a .45 Colt. If you want a microcosm of how men have become less than men, this is the perfect example.

What Dad should have replied to Mommy’s little dig: Yes, Sally, that’s true: I did do a lot of stupid things before I met your mother. I even slept with your Aunt Ruth a few times, before I met your mother.

That’s what I would have said, anyway, if my wife had ever attempted to castrate me in front of the kids like that.

But that’s not what men do, of course. What this guy is going to do is smile ruefully, finish his cereal, and then go and fuck his secretary, who doesn’t try to cut his balls off on a daily basis. Then, when the affair is discovered, people are going to rally around the castrating bitch called his wife, and call him all sorts of names. He’ll lose custody of his kids, and they will be brought up by our ultimate modern-day figure of sympathy: The Single Mom.

You know what? Some women deserve to be single moms.

When I first started this website, I think my primary aim was to blow off steam at the stupidity of our society.

Because I have fairly set views on what constitutes right and wrong, I have no difficulty in calling Bill Clinton, for example, a fucking liar and hypocrite.

But most of all, I do this website because I love being a man. Amongst other things, I talk about guns, self-defense, politics, beautiful women, sports, warfare, hunting, and power tools—all the things that being a man entails. All this stuff gives me pleasure.

And it doesn’t take much to see when all the things I love are being threatened: for instance, when Tim Allen’s excellent comedy routine on being a man is reduced to a fucking sitcom called Home Improvement. The show should have been called Man Improvement, because that’s what every single plotline entailed: turning a man into a “better” person, instead of just leaving him alone to work on restoring the vintage sports car in his garage. I stopped watching the show after about four episodes.

("The Man Show” was better, at least for the first season—men leering at chicks, men fucking around with ridiculous games like “pin the bra on the boobies”, men having beer-drinking competitions, and women on trampolines. Excellent stuff, only not strong enough. I don’t watch it anymore, either, because it’s plain that the idea has been subverted by girly-men, and turned into a parody of itself.)

Finally, we come to the TV show which to my mind epitomizes everything bad about what we have become: Queer Eye For The Straight Guy. Playing on the homo Bravo Channel, this piece of excrement has taken over the popular culture by storm (and so far, the only counter has been the wonderful South Park episode which took it apart for the bullshit it is).

I’m sorry, but the premise of the show nauseates me. A bunch of homosexuals trying to “improve” ordinary men into something “better” (ie. more acceptable to women): changing the guy’s clothes, his home decor, his music—for fuck’s sake, what kind of girly-man would allow these simpering butt-bandits to change his life around?

Yes, the men are, by and large, slobs. Big fucking deal. Last time I looked, that’s normal. Men are slobs, and that only changes when women try to civilize them by marriage. That’s the natural order of things.

You know the definition of homosexual men we used in Chicago? “Men with small dogs who own very tidy apartments.”

Real men, on the other hand, have big fucking mean-ass dogs: Rhodesian ridgebacks, bull terriers and Rottweilers, or else working dogs like pointers or retrievers which go hunting with them and slobber all over the furniture.

Women own lapdogs.

Which is why women are trying to get dog-fighting and cock-fighting banned—they’d ban boxing too, if they could—because it’s “mean and cruel”. No shit, Shirley. Hell, I don’t like the idea of fighting dogs, either, but I don’t have a problem with men who do. Dogs and cocks fight. So do men. No wonder we have an affinity for it.

My website has become fairly popular with men, and in the beginning, this really surprised me, because I didn’t think I was doing anything special.

That’s not what I think now. I must have had well over five thousand men write to me to say stuff like “Yes! I agree! I was so angry when I read about [insert atrocity of choice], but I thought I was the only one.”

No, you’re not alone, my friends, and nor am I.

Out there, there is a huge number of men who are sick of it. We’re sick of being made figures of fun and ridicule; we’re sick of having girly-men like journalists, advertising agency execs and movie stars decide on “what is a man”; we’re sick of women treating us like children, and we’re really fucking sick of girly-men politicians who pander to women by passing an ever-increasing raft of Nanny laws and regulations (the legal equivalent of public-school Ritalin), which prevent us from hunting, racing our cars and motorcycles, smoking, flirting with women at the office, getting into fistfights over women, shooting criminals and doing all the fine things which being a man entails.

When Annika Sorenstam was allowed to play in that tournament on the men’s PGA tour, all the men should have refused to play—Vijay Singh was the only one with balls to stand up for a principle, and he was absolutely excoriated for being a “chauvinist”. Bullshit. He wasn’t a chauvinist, he was being a man. All the rest of the players—Woods, Mickelson, the lot—are girls by comparison. And, needless to say, Vijay isn’t an American, nor a European, which is probably why he still has a pair hanging between his legs, and they’re not hanging on the wall as his wife’s trophy.

Fuck this, I’m sick of it.

I don’t see why I should put up with this bullshit any longer—hell, I don’t see why any man should put up with this bullshit any longer.

I don’t see why men should have become feminized, except that we allowed it to happen—and you know why we let it happen? Because it’s goddamned easier to do so. Unfortunately, we’ve allowed it to go too far, and our maleness has become too pussified for words.

At this point, I could have gone two ways: the first would be to say, “...and I don’t know if we’ll get it back. The process has become too entrenched, the cultural zeitgeist of men as girls has become part of the social fabric, and there’s not much we can do about it.”

But I’m not going to do that. To quote John Belushi (who was, incidentally, a real man and not a fucking woman): "Did we quit when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?"

Well, I’m not going to quit. Fuck that. One of the characteristics of the non-pussified man (and this should strike fear into the hearts of women and girly-men everywhere) is that he never quits just because the odds seem overwhelming. Omaha Beach, guys.

I want a real man as President—not Al Gore, who had to hire a consultant to show him how to be an Alpha male, and french-kiss his wife on live TV to “prove” to the world that he was a man, when we all knew that real men don’t have to do that shit.

And I want the Real Man President to surround himself with other Real Men, like Rumsfeld, and Ashcroft, and yes, Rice (who is more of a Real Man than those asswipes Colin Powell and Norman Mineta).

I want our government to be more like Dad—kind, helpful, but not afraid to punish us when we fuck up, instead of helping us excuse our actions.

I want our government of real men to start rolling back the Nanny State, in all its horrible manifestations of over-protectiveness, intrusiveness and “Mommy Knows Best What’s Good For You” regulations.

I want our culture to become more male—and not the satirical kind of male, like The Man Show, or the cartoonish figures of Stallone, Van Damme or Schwartzenegger. (Note to the Hollywood execs: We absolutely fucking loathe chick movies about feelings and relationships and all that feminine jive. We want more John Waynes, Robert Mitchums, Bruce Willises, and Clint Eastwoods. Never mind that it’s simplistic— we like simple, we are simple, we are men—our lives are uncomplicated, and we like it that way. We Were Soldiers was a great movie, and you know why? Because you could have cut out all the female parts, and it still would have been a great movie, because it was about Real Men. Try cutting out all the female parts in a Woody Allen movie—you’d end up with the opening and closing credits.)

I want our literature to become more male, less female. Men shouldn’t buy “self-help” books unless the subject matter is car maintenance, golf swing improvement or how to disassemble a fucking Browning BAR. We don’t improve ourselves, we improve our stuff.

And finally, I want men everywhere to going back to being Real Men. To open doors for women, to drive fast cars, to smoke cigars after a meal, to get drunk occasionally and, in the words of Col. Jeff Cooper, one of the last of the Real Men: “to ride, shoot straight, and speak the truth.”

In every sense of the word. We know what the word “is” means.

Because that’s all that being a Real Man involves. You don’t have to become a fucking cartoon male, either: I’m not going back to stoning women for adultery like those Muslim assholes do, nor am I suggesting we support that perversion of being a Real Man, gangsta rap artists (those fucking pussies—they wouldn’t last thirty seconds against a couple of genuine tough guys that I know).

Speaking of rap music, do you want to know why more White boys buy that crap than Black boys do? You know why rape is such a problem on college campuses? Why binge drinking is a problem among college freshmen?

It’s a reaction: a reaction against being pussified. And I understand it, completely. Young males are aggressive, they do fight amongst themselves, they are destructive, and all this does happen for a purpose.

Because only the strong men propagate.

And women know it. You want to know why I know this to be true? Because powerful men still attract women. Women, even liberal women, swooned over George Bush in a naval aviator’s uniform. Donald Trump still gets access to some of the most beautiful pussy available, despite looking like a medieval gargoyle. Donald Rumsfeld, if he wanted to, could fuck 90% of all women over 50 if he wanted to, and a goodly portion of younger ones too.

And he won’t. Because Rummy’s been married to the same woman for fifty years, and he wouldn’t toss that away for a quickie. He’s a Real Man. No wonder the Euros hate and fear him.

We’d better get more like him, we’d better become more like him, because if we don’t, men will become a footnote to history.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 3:23:49 PM EDT

Originally Posted By bloodmoon:
What am I suppose to do in the mean time. Its hard as hell to find a college chick who doesnt like gay shit. I guess theres always rosie palm





Find a sugar-mama. A hot 35 - 40 year old divorcee with a little money would wear you out, man.

Who's going to be more fun?


A hot MILF with a decent job, in her sexual prime who's experienced and knows how to do things to you that will make your head spin around like you're demon-possessed?


OR


A hot catty college girl who's unemployed, less experienced, and is frankly disappointed in you because you don't pull down money hand over fist, belong to the 'right' fraternity, and dress like a metrosexual?


Thiiiiink about it!



I'll take the older woman every time, man.


Note: when looking, think Marg Helgenberger, not Kathy Bates.



YES



NO


Th­en people on Arfcom could chew her out for taking advantage of an impressionable young man.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 3:25:18 PM EDT

Originally Posted By CITADELGRAD87:

Originally Posted By tc556guy:
Maybe what some of you refer to as "gay shit" is actually having a sense of style and dressing in something other than old tee shirts, worn out jeans and Carhart jackets? I can see why women would want a guy who actually knew how to coordinate what he wears.



No, the thread clearly reeferences PINK and "stylish" hair.

I wear Italian suits, silk ties, etc, I have to at work.

But there's no place for pink in my wardrobe.



Some people here haven't progressed past the mullet, so describing a particular hair cut as "stylish" could mean anything.

And pink in and of itself really has no sexual or orientation significance. It all depends on whether you look good in the color. I don't, so I don't own anything. I might own one pinstripe with a narrow thread of pink along with other colors, but I don't look good in it otherwise.. Some guys do. We're not talking barbie doll pink here guys; there are all sorts of shades of any color.Be adventerous and expand your sartorial horizons. When I was in my 20s I wore pretty much the same old worn stuff I described in my opening post. As I have gotten older, I have said screw it and have tried different stuff; some works and some doesn't. Don't let others dictate what you wear because they are insecure about their sexuality and what they think wearing a particular color says about their leanings in one direction or another.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 3:34:14 PM EDT

Originally Posted By CITADELGRAD87:

No, the thread clearly reeferences PINK and "stylish" hair.

I wear Italian suits, silk ties, etc, I have to at work.

But there's no place for pink in my wardrobe.




I'm not sure what the controversy over pink clothes for men is. The guy in this photo is wearing pink yet maintains his burly masculinity.





CWO
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 3:46:11 PM EDT

Originally Posted By CWO:

Originally Posted By CITADELGRAD87:

No, the thread clearly reeferences PINK and "stylish" hair.

I wear Italian suits, silk ties, etc, I have to at work.

But there's no place for pink in my wardrobe.




I'm not sure what the controversy over pink clothes for men is. The guy in this photo is wearing pink yet maintains his burly masculinity.


www.fashionlines.com/repository/2003/fashion/metrosexual/fashionMetrosexual4.jpg


CWO



Link Posted: 9/15/2005 3:46:47 PM EDT
I saw a guy last week that had his eyebrows waxed- he was in his mid 20s and with a women so i assume he wasnt gay

I could not believe it
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 4:08:03 PM EDT

Originally Posted By Ardenner:

Originally Posted By tc556guy:
Maybe what some of you refer to as "gay shit" is actually having a sense of style and dressing in something other than old tee shirts, worn out jeans and Carhart jackets? I can see why women would want a guy who actually knew how to coordinate what he wears.



I agree. I definitely dress what most here would probably call borderline gay. I rarely wear pink, not because I don't like it, but because it so ubiquitous now. I really don't care what people think. I'm secure in my sexuality and could careless what other people think. In fact, I would enjoy getting a pink AR (I'm talking duracoat not just pink furniture) and buying a pair of clear Chanel sunglasses (to shoot in) just to piss off others at the range.

I also wax my chest.



[now that is gay/yellow]
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 4:11:14 PM EDT

Originally Posted By SNorman:
I just saw a poll recently where something like 90% of chicks said they don't like pussy metrosexual guys.




Well 90% of gay men would say the same thing
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 4:14:03 PM EDT
I see you have met my Supervisor at work, He may be married and may have children but i'm still convinced he's as queer as three dollar bill!!!
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 4:17:36 PM EDT
Don't listen to the "chicks dig that BS" Chicks don't dig that anymore. Babyboomer chicks liked that, feminazi early nineties hairy armpit chicks liked guys like that. Chicks no longer dig that and thanks God.

At your age, act like a man and you will get a ton more than nancy pants at your work. Trust me. I am 32, my girlfriend is 26.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 4:20:14 PM EDT
I am cocky, I shave like once a week, MAYBE. I live and will die in construction boots and levis. My girlfriend and many, many others love it. Be a man and you will get hot women. Be a pussy and you will get fat chicks. Women get gooey from cockiness.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 4:20:48 PM EDT

Originally Posted By patriot73:
Don't listen to the "chicks dig that BS" Chicks don't dig that anymore. Babyboomer chicks liked that, feminazi early nineties hairy armpit chicks liked guys like that. Chicks no longer dig that and thanks God.

At your age, act like a man and you will get a ton more than nancy pants at your work. Trust me. I am 32, my girlfriend is 26.



To get the chicks nowadays, you'd better have a "feaux-hawk", wear a pink polo shirt with the collar "popped", some kind of camo shorts, and the gayest sandals you can find.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 4:21:47 PM EDT

Originally Posted By MadBodhi:
The Pussification Of The Western Male
By: Kim du Toit
November 5, 2003 02:24am

We have become a nation of women.

It wasn’t always this way, of course. There was a time when men put their signatures to a document, knowing full well that this single act would result in their execution if captured, and in the forfeiture of their property to the State. Their wives and children would be turned out by the soldiers, and their farms and businesses most probably given to someone who didn’t sign the document.

There was a time when men went to their certain death, with expressions like “You all can go to hell. I’m going to Texas.” (Davy Crockett, to the House of Representatives, before going to the Alamo.)

There was a time when men went to war, sometimes against their own families, so that other men could be free. And there was a time when men went to war because we recognized evil when we saw it, and knew that it had to be stamped out.

There was even a time when a President of the United States threatened to punch a man in the face and kick him in the balls, because the man had the temerity to say bad things about the President’s daughter’s singing.

We’re not like that anymore.

Now, little boys in grade school are suspended for playing cowboys and Indians, cops and crooks, and all the other familiar variations of “good guy vs. bad guy” that helped them learn, at an early age, what it was like to have decent men hunt you down, because you were a lawbreaker.

Now, men are taught that violence is bad—that when a thief breaks into your house, or threatens you in the street, that the proper way to deal with this is to “give him what he wants”, instead of taking a horsewhip to the rascal or shooting him dead where he stands.

Now, men’s fashion includes not a man dressed in a three-piece suit, but a tight sweater worn by a man with breasts.

Now, warning labels are indelibly etched into gun barrels, as though men have somehow forgotten that guns are dangerous things.

Now, men are given Ritalin as little boys, so that their natural aggressiveness, curiosity and restlessness can be controlled, instead of nurtured and directed.

And finally, our President, who happens to have been a qualified fighter pilot, lands on an aircraft carrier wearing a flight suit, and is immediately dismissed with words like “swaggering”, “macho” and the favorite epithet of Euro girly-men, “cowboy”. Of course he was bound to get that reaction—and most especially from the Press in Europe, because the process of male pussification Over There is almost complete.

How did we get to this?

In the first instance, what we have to understand is that America is first and foremost, a culture dominated by one figure: Mother. It wasn’t always so: there was a time when it was Father who ruled the home, worked at his job, and voted.

But in the twentieth century, women became more and more involved in the body politic, and in industry, and in the media—and mostly, this has not been a good thing. When women got the vote, it was inevitable that government was going to become more powerful, more intrusive, and more “protective” (ie. more coddling), because women are hard-wired to treasure security more than uncertainty and danger. It was therefore inevitable that their feminine influence on politics was going to emphasize (lowercase “s") social security.

I am aware of the fury that this statement is going to arouse, and I don’t care a fig.

What I care about is the fact that since the beginning of the twentieth century, there has been a concerted campaign to denigrate men, to reduce them to figures of fun, and to render them impotent, figuratively speaking.

I’m going to illustrate this by talking about TV, because TV is a reliable barometer of our culture.

In the 1950s, the TV Dad was seen as the lovable goofball—perhaps the beginning of the trend—BUT he was still the one who brought home the bacon, and was the main source of discipline (think of the line: “Wait until your father gets home!").

From that, we went to this: the Cheerios TV ad.

Now, for those who haven’t seen this piece of shit, I’m going to go over it, from memory, because it epitomizes everything I hate about the campaign to pussify men. The scene opens at the morning breakfast table, where the two kids are sitting with Dad at the table, while Mom prepares stuff on the kitchen counter. The dialogue goes something like this:

Little girl (note, not little boy): Daddy, why do we eat Cheerios?
Dad: Because they contain fiber, and all sorts of stuff that’s good for the heart. I eat it now, because of that.
LG: Did you always eat stuff that was bad for your heart, Daddy?
Dad (humorously): I did, until I met your mother.
Mother (not humorously): Daddy did a lot of stupid things before he met your mother.

Now, every time I see that TV ad, I have to be restrained from shooting the TV with a .45 Colt. If you want a microcosm of how men have become less than men, this is the perfect example.

What Dad should have replied to Mommy’s little dig: Yes, Sally, that’s true: I did do a lot of stupid things before I met your mother. I even slept with your Aunt Ruth a few times, before I met your mother.

That’s what I would have said, anyway, if my wife had ever attempted to castrate me in front of the kids like that.

But that’s not what men do, of course. What this guy is going to do is smile ruefully, finish his cereal, and then go and fuck his secretary, who doesn’t try to cut his balls off on a daily basis. Then, when the affair is discovered, people are going to rally around the castrating bitch called his wife, and call him all sorts of names. He’ll lose custody of his kids, and they will be brought up by our ultimate modern-day figure of sympathy: The Single Mom.

You know what? Some women deserve to be single moms.

When I first started this website, I think my primary aim was to blow off steam at the stupidity of our society.

Because I have fairly set views on what constitutes right and wrong, I have no difficulty in calling Bill Clinton, for example, a fucking liar and hypocrite.

But most of all, I do this website because I love being a man. Amongst other things, I talk about guns, self-defense, politics, beautiful women, sports, warfare, hunting, and power tools—all the things that being a man entails. All this stuff gives me pleasure.

And it doesn’t take much to see when all the things I love are being threatened: for instance, when Tim Allen’s excellent comedy routine on being a man is reduced to a fucking sitcom called Home Improvement. The show should have been called Man Improvement, because that’s what every single plotline entailed: turning a man into a “better” person, instead of just leaving him alone to work on restoring the vintage sports car in his garage. I stopped watching the show after about four episodes.

("The Man Show” was better, at least for the first season—men leering at chicks, men fucking around with ridiculous games like “pin the bra on the boobies”, men having beer-drinking competitions, and women on trampolines. Excellent stuff, only not strong enough. I don’t watch it anymore, either, because it’s plain that the idea has been subverted by girly-men, and turned into a parody of itself.)

Finally, we come to the TV show which to my mind epitomizes everything bad about what we have become: Queer Eye For The Straight Guy. Playing on the homo Bravo Channel, this piece of excrement has taken over the popular culture by storm (and so far, the only counter has been the wonderful South Park episode which took it apart for the bullshit it is).

I’m sorry, but the premise of the show nauseates me. A bunch of homosexuals trying to “improve” ordinary men into something “better” (ie. more acceptable to women): changing the guy’s clothes, his home decor, his music—for fuck’s sake, what kind of girly-man would allow these simpering butt-bandits to change his life around?

Yes, the men are, by and large, slobs. Big fucking deal. Last time I looked, that’s normal. Men are slobs, and that only changes when women try to civilize them by marriage. That’s the natural order of things.

You know the definition of homosexual men we used in Chicago? “Men with small dogs who own very tidy apartments.”

Real men, on the other hand, have big fucking mean-ass dogs: Rhodesian ridgebacks, bull terriers and Rottweilers, or else working dogs like pointers or retrievers which go hunting with them and slobber all over the furniture.

Women own lapdogs.

Which is why women are trying to get dog-fighting and cock-fighting banned—they’d ban boxing too, if they could—because it’s “mean and cruel”. No shit, Shirley. Hell, I don’t like the idea of fighting dogs, either, but I don’t have a problem with men who do. Dogs and cocks fight. So do men. No wonder we have an affinity for it.

My website has become fairly popular with men, and in the beginning, this really surprised me, because I didn’t think I was doing anything special.

That’s not what I think now. I must have had well over five thousand men write to me to say stuff like “Yes! I agree! I was so angry when I read about [insert atrocity of choice], but I thought I was the only one.”

No, you’re not alone, my friends, and nor am I.

Out there, there is a huge number of men who are sick of it. We’re sick of being made figures of fun and ridicule; we’re sick of having girly-men like journalists, advertising agency execs and movie stars decide on “what is a man”; we’re sick of women treating us like children, and we’re really fucking sick of girly-men politicians who pander to women by passing an ever-increasing raft of Nanny laws and regulations (the legal equivalent of public-school Ritalin), which prevent us from hunting, racing our cars and motorcycles, smoking, flirting with women at the office, getting into fistfights over women, shooting criminals and doing all the fine things which being a man entails.

When Annika Sorenstam was allowed to play in that tournament on the men’s PGA tour, all the men should have refused to play—Vijay Singh was the only one with balls to stand up for a principle, and he was absolutely excoriated for being a “chauvinist”. Bullshit. He wasn’t a chauvinist, he was being a man. All the rest of the players—Woods, Mickelson, the lot—are girls by comparison. And, needless to say, Vijay isn’t an American, nor a European, which is probably why he still has a pair hanging between his legs, and they’re not hanging on the wall as his wife’s trophy.

Fuck this, I’m sick of it.

I don’t see why I should put up with this bullshit any longer—hell, I don’t see why any man should put up with this bullshit any longer.

I don’t see why men should have become feminized, except that we allowed it to happen—and you know why we let it happen? Because it’s goddamned easier to do so. Unfortunately, we’ve allowed it to go too far, and our maleness has become too pussified for words.

At this point, I could have gone two ways: the first would be to say, “...and I don’t know if we’ll get it back. The process has become too entrenched, the cultural zeitgeist of men as girls has become part of the social fabric, and there’s not much we can do about it.”

But I’m not going to do that. To quote John Belushi (who was, incidentally, a real man and not a fucking woman): "Did we quit when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?"

Well, I’m not going to quit. Fuck that. One of the characteristics of the non-pussified man (and this should strike fear into the hearts of women and girly-men everywhere) is that he never quits just because the odds seem overwhelming. Omaha Beach, guys.

I want a real man as President—not Al Gore, who had to hire a consultant to show him how to be an Alpha male, and french-kiss his wife on live TV to “prove” to the world that he was a man, when we all knew that real men don’t have to do that shit.

And I want the Real Man President to surround himself with other Real Men, like Rumsfeld, and Ashcroft, and yes, Rice (who is more of a Real Man than those asswipes Colin Powell and Norman Mineta).

I want our government to be more like Dad—kind, helpful, but not afraid to punish us when we fuck up, instead of helping us excuse our actions.

I want our government of real men to start rolling back the Nanny State, in all its horrible manifestations of over-protectiveness, intrusiveness and “Mommy Knows Best What’s Good For You” regulations.

I want our culture to become more male—and not the satirical kind of male, like The Man Show, or the cartoonish figures of Stallone, Van Damme or Schwartzenegger. (Note to the Hollywood execs: We absolutely fucking loathe chick movies about feelings and relationships and all that feminine jive. We want more John Waynes, Robert Mitchums, Bruce Willises, and Clint Eastwoods. Never mind that it’s simplistic— we like simple, we are simple, we are men—our lives are uncomplicated, and we like it that way. We Were Soldiers was a great movie, and you know why? Because you could have cut out all the female parts, and it still would have been a great movie, because it was about Real Men. Try cutting out all the female parts in a Woody Allen movie—you’d end up with the opening and closing credits.)

I want our literature to become more male, less female. Men shouldn’t buy “self-help” books unless the subject matter is car maintenance, golf swing improvement or how to disassemble a fucking Browning BAR. We don’t improve ourselves, we improve our stuff.

And finally, I want men everywhere to going back to being Real Men. To open doors for women, to drive fast cars, to smoke cigars after a meal, to get drunk occasionally and, in the words of Col. Jeff Cooper, one of the last of the Real Men: “to ride, shoot straight, and speak the truth.”

In every sense of the word. We know what the word “is” means.

Because that’s all that being a Real Man involves. You don’t have to become a fucking cartoon male, either: I’m not going back to stoning women for adultery like those Muslim assholes do, nor am I suggesting we support that perversion of being a Real Man, gangsta rap artists (those fucking pussies—they wouldn’t last thirty seconds against a couple of genuine tough guys that I know).

Speaking of rap music, do you want to know why more White boys buy that crap than Black boys do? You know why rape is such a problem on college campuses? Why binge drinking is a problem among college freshmen?

It’s a reaction: a reaction against being pussified. And I understand it, completely. Young males are aggressive, they do fight amongst themselves, they are destructive, and all this does happen for a purpose.

Because only the strong men propagate.

And women know it. You want to know why I know this to be true? Because powerful men still attract women. Women, even liberal women, swooned over George Bush in a naval aviator’s uniform. Donald Trump still gets access to some of the most beautiful pussy available, despite looking like a medieval gargoyle. Donald Rumsfeld, if he wanted to, could fuck 90% of all women over 50 if he wanted to, and a goodly portion of younger ones too.

And he won’t. Because Rummy’s been married to the same woman for fifty years, and he wouldn’t toss that away for a quickie. He’s a Real Man. No wonder the Euros hate and fear him.

We’d better get more like him, we’d better become more like him, because if we don’t, men will become a footnote to history.




I agree. Babyboomers should be disgusted with what their movements have done to this country. Disgusting.
Link Posted: 9/15/2005 4:24:33 PM EDT







CWO



You bastard, after seeing that pansyass I now have to go fondle my M1A for a while to feel like a man again.
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