Dealing with alien beings
And calling it “hate sex” doesn’t even come close to making it acceptable — rather, the reverse.
Of course, someone is going to suggest that if your ex happens to look like this, then it’s okay:
But I will remind everyone of the old saying: “No matter how hot she is or how good she looks, there’s always at least one guy who’s sick of all her bullshit.”
A couple of years ago, the Daily Mail featured this creature in their coverage of the races at Aintree (Liverpool):
I know; no man should, right? Well, apparently the young lady saw the pic of herself, came to the same conclusion and did something bout it. The following year at Aintree produced this pic:
Yikes. Were it not for the tattoos on the feet [sigh], you wouldn’t know it was the same girl. Again:
Alas, thanks to the current trend towards radical feminism (“Your body is beautiful no matter what it looks like!”), coupled with the usual suspects (booze, bad diet, etc.), American girls seem to be headed in the opposite direction.
Try not to throw up.
Sad, especially when you learn that all the changes took place inside the space of a couple of years.
But hey… it’s a free country, so to speak, and these women should be able to abuse themselves as they please — just as men can exercise their choice and not date them unless there’s drunkenness and/or sheer desperation involved.
As I suggested earlier in the week, male employers are going to think twice before hiring women in the future. Or maybe the future is now:
The Society for Human Resource Management published a report Thursday that documented the result of the movement that called on society to believe allegations of sexual harassment without question.
According to the study, nearly a third of executives report that they have “changed their behaviors to a moderate, great or very great extent to avoid behavior that could be perceived as sexual harassment.”
The CEO of the SHRM, Johnny C. Taylor Jr., explained that “some of the more concerning pieces of data that came out of the research are around the concern that there may be a backlash of sorts. There were men who specifically said I will not hire a woman going forward,” he explained. “Those who said they would hire a woman said they would not travel with one, and they, more importantly they would not engage in activities after business hours.”
But that’s not all. How about this development:
Amazon’s machine-learning specialists uncovered a big problem.
The team had been building computer programs since 2014 to review job applicants’ resumes with the aim of mechanizing the search for top talent, five people familiar with the effort told Reuters.
But the firm was ultimately forced to end the project after it found the system had taught itself to prefer male candidates over females.
When even machines, looking at the thing empirically and dispassionately, find reasons to disqualify women…
There ya go, ladies. Hope it was worth it.
“This is not the kind of business I would like to see in Houston and certainly this is not the kind of business the City is seeking to attract,” Mayor Sylvester Turner said.
What kind of business would that be, that it would rile up Hizzoner so badly? Why, this kind of business:
Yessirree, it’s Houston’s (and Texas’s) very first sex doll brothel.
Only it’s not a brothel. Why?
Yuval Gavriel, the founder of KinySdollS, calls it a showroom. Gavriel said customers can try out the merchandise [before buying].
Slippery. And in one of those delicious little ironies:
The business does not meet the definition of a sexually oriented business and requires simply an occupancy permit.
Needless to say, Houston’s “There-Ought-To-Be-A-Law!” Brigade is in full cry:
Residents and activists have expressed their opposition to the brothel. “There’s kids around here and it’s a family-oriented neighborhood and I live right here and to have that here is just gross.” [said one killjoy]
Considering that Houston has one of the highest strip-clubs per 000 population ratios in the whole United States, this seems… okay, “hilarious” is the word I’m looking for here. Not that this is going to deter the Puritans In Government [PIGs]:
[Mayor] Turner said “the city is currently reviewing existing ordinances that may restrict or regulate such businesses as well as looking to upgrade our ordinances to cover these type of businesses.”
To reiterate: while I’m no longer strictly against “regular” prostitution per se, I’m certainly agnostic about the moral issues involved in this robot sex nonsense — but I knew the sex doll thing was going to open up a can of worms. (I should also point out that unlike Alabama, Texas does not have any laws pertaining to sex toys, so the PIGs have their work cut out for them.) Clearly, the Houston government has fixed up all the city’s other problems so that city government can afford to devote so much time and energy to stopping a business which will affect, at a rough guess, about a hundred people.
Somebody pass the popcorn.
Just to prove that Millennials didn’t invent this silly fascination with multi-sexuality, here’s a piece of literature from the 1950s:
No, I don’t understand it either. I am so hopelessly old-fashioned…
I wonder if women ever stopped to think why stuff like this used to happen (before such signwriters started getting carted off to feminist-think reeducation camps, that is):
I’ll tell you why. It’s because we boys had a great time together. We got up to mischief, fought each other (physically and verbally), played dangerous games and (at the early puberty stage) talked about sex.
Let a damn girl into that idyllic scenario, and all that cool stuff ended, because the girls didn’t want to do any of it — and worse, if we went ahead and did it all anyway, they’d run and tattle to the grownups.
So rough boys’ games turned into gentler, girl-oriented games (which no boy wanted to play), fights weren’t allowed and mischief or dangerous games were prevented by the dreaded words, “I’ll TELL!”
Girls were (and are) a royal pain in the ass. Hence the signs.
Now take childhood exclusion and apply it to adult life — oh, say, to the Army. What could possibly go wrong?
What red blooded American male would want to serve in a US military of drag queens, cadets in red high heels, Mommy Rangers, lactating chicks in the field and waddling battalion commanders?
There’s a known fact that the feminist crowd would like to keep buried, like those Green Cards for those Ranger tabbed ladies that Benning hides so well – any industry women take over, men leave… in droves.
The future of the US military is a broken force, a devastated force, if anything is left at all on some distant battlefield.
But hey… who cares, as long as Teh Womyns feel better about themselves?
I used to be fairly agnostic about women who served in the military, provided that they were kept away from combat. Well, they were allowed to join the armed forces, and because being non-combatants (cooks, drivers, clerks etc.) was demeaning, and patriarchal, and all that proto-feminist twaddle, of course they had to be allowed to do things like try to graduate from Ranger School — and because they always failed, the natural outcome was to lower the standards so that women could eventually pass and feel better about themselves. Never mind that guys would look at this, say, “That’s not a challenge,” and leave.
Now I have a simple solution: toss them all out. Everywhere. From the combat units, air force squadrons, clerical jobs and most especially, the Navy. Make the armed forces a man’s world again. Morale will skyrocket, G.I. pregnancies (and the concomitant costs) will become a thing of the past, fitness and duty standards can be raised to the skies, and our armed forces will become the envy of the world, just like they were during WWII. My prediction: men will flock to enlist in the armed forces for the same reason that “No Girls Allowed!” clubs always had a long waiting list of boys from the neighborhood.
And gawd forbid that I breathe these forbidden words: the United States will then field a ferocious bunch of kick-ass fire-breathers who will cause would-be enemies to shelve their plans of aggression and run back to their Momma.
Si vis pacem, para bellum. And admittedly, while men often screw up the pacem business, nobody can fuck up a good bellum like a woman. ‘Twas ever thus.