…Or so it could be, in John Scalzi’s retelling. [h/t PZ Myers]
I want to drink in that bar.
All of which makes this a give-Rush-Limbaugh-a-feminazi-sad open thread.
Image: Francis William Edmonds Barking up the Wrong Tree, between 1850 and 1855.
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…Or so it could be, in John Scalzi’s retelling. [h/t PZ Myers]
I want to drink in that bar.
All of which makes this a give-Rush-Limbaugh-a-feminazi-sad open thread.
Image: Francis William Edmonds Barking up the Wrong Tree, between 1850 and 1855.
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Mnemosyne
I would be terrified at his threat not to date feminists if I wasn’t, you know, already married. Kept my last name and everything!
Suffern ACE
I’m surprised that Max there is still single. All those women against feminism that I hear about, and yet he’s still dating.
Suffern ACE
@efgoldman: I’m outraged. Some of those things might fall into the hands of Catholics. I wonder if they have any with French Ticklers?
Helen
@efgoldman:
Can I pay my back taxes with sex toys?
The link says that they are all “in their original packages”
Mine aren’t.
Steeplejack
@Helen:
Nothing says “Bargain!” like a used sex toy.
jibeaux
That’s a seriously funny twitter-play.
John Cole +0
I like guys like this because I have game by comparison.
p.a.
@Steeplejack: Being Kansas, perhaps they run on ethanol? Yow!
Violet
Very funny.
p.a.
@John Cole +0: Do you use “wanna check out my blog?”
Violet
@John Cole +0: Hey, John. Remember those sunflowers that came up under the bird feeder from dropped seed? You might want to be careful:
Gotta watch out for that bird seed!
slag
I wonder how many men won’t date non-feminists. There have to be some out there. Let the games begin.
jibeaux
@slag: it’s been a while since I’ve been a party to the bar scene, but I remember supply and demand working rather differently than he seems to think it works.
LesGS
Best.Post.Title.Ever.
jibeaux
@efgoldman: it’s the classiest kind of tickler.
Violet
@efgoldman: Legalize bird seed, man!
Roger Moore
@Violet:
Just a guess, but Cole probably doesn’t need help from the police to recognize pot.
Omnes Omnibus (the first of his name)
@slag:
I am confused enough by them that I avoid them. Why would I want to spend time with someone who wants to be a second class citizen?
Violet
@Roger Moore: True. But would he even be looking for it under the bird feeder? It wouldn’t occur to me there would be pot seeds in bird seed.
slag
@jibeaux: I suspect the difference between this guy and John Candy’s character in The Blues Brothers is pretty negligible. The only question is how many orange whips before he forgets the word feminism altogether and starts hitting on his uniformed companions.
Bill E Pilgrim
Maybe he misunderstood the part in Atlas Shrugged about “withdrawing your seeds of production” and so on.
Going Galt, the dating edition.
Good plan, I mean if masters of the universe like this refuse to date women, that will show them. Boy will they be sorry, they’ll come running back to him, any moment now. Here they come. Soon. Just you wait.
slag
@Omnes Omnibus (the first of his name): Exactly. Confident and sensible—those are appealing traits in a man. And in a woman. Imagine that.
Omnes Omnibus (the first of his name)
@slag: A certain of amount of crazy appeals to me. Like seeks like. But the kind of crazy that wants to be subservient (in reality, not play) is a bridge too far. So are cutters.
JaneE
@Violet: Back in the ’60’s there was sterilized cannabis seed in canary food. Rumor had it that the birds wouldn’t sing if their seed didn’t contain enough pot.
JR in WV
I never dated anyone who wasn’t a feminist. As someone said above, who wants to be with someone who prefers being a second class citizen, and who won’t be prepared to pull their weight financially…
Haven’t been commenting much, just returned from a short beach trip to Key West, which is where we lived when first married in the early 1970s. Small town changed a lot, with additions of NOLA French Quarter (bars that smell like barf) and Miami Beach, or maybe Myrtle Beach.
If you stayed away from the North end of Duval Street, it seemed mostly the same, but with literally 5 or 6 times the hotels and B&Bs as when we were there long ago.
It seems that the blogs I follow are all related by common posters and hosts that follow one another, how swell, it makes it hard for me to miss a good post anywhere!
Keep up the good work, Cole! And keep looking for a hot tub for your sore shoulders. I also recommend the Kortisone [sic] shot into the joint, which didn’t hurt when administered and seems to have helped to the point where the shoulder not shot is now the one that hurts the most.
Tara the Antisocial Social Worker
Gosh, and I was so looking forward to having that guy take me to dinner (after he asked my dad’s permission, of course), then try to guilt-trip me into putting out because he sprung for movie tickets. Now I’ll never have that experience, alas.
Manyakitty
Scalzi is so awesome!