Tian Jang wrote: I was introduced to your little angry rant by a female friend of mine.
Wow. Just wow. How old are you, thirteen? I'm no Sherlock Holmes, but I think I can tell that you're not rich, not good-looking, certainly not understanding or humorous, and never gets girls. Why else would you be bitching?
You sound like an angry teenager who poured his heart out to some girl, was rejected for obvious reasons (see above), then proceeded to brood in silent fury over why she didn't drop to your knees begging for sex. Then you went home and cried to your D&D books.
And being the socially inept angry child you are, you don't understand why in the world she doesn't want you, because, you know, every woman in their right mind would want to be involved with a blatant misogynist who, when you get down to it, isn't attractive in any way.
Fast forward five years--the only satisfaction you get now is from attacking the female gender on your blog. Well, if putting your testicles on permanent leave is "incredibly freeing" to you, I've got nothing to say. Some men do enjoy staying single.
Oh and let me ask you: you claim that women only care about your appearance, your economic state, and image/status. Since you spent all this time typing up your rant then proceeding to add to it in the comments section (I can picture you sitting in front of your computer, rubbing your hands with glee every time someone types "I agree"), I think it's a fair assumption that you consider yourself above women, as well. Then, surely you do not care about a potential female partner's appearance, economic state, or image/status "and other surface traits"? If so, Mr. Saint, show me the way.
Your opinion does matter, as does the content of your soul, "son of gigan" m'boy--your opinion is that all women are shallow toys not to be treated with respect, and your soul is filled with ignorance and unjustified hatred. You made the choice for the women around you. Why would any woman in their right mind consider you?
I've been shot down too, and I went on an angry spree, much like what you're doing now--then one day, my testicles got back in charge, and I stopped being a pansy. If you do the same, you might discover what a moron you are right now.
Actually, never mind about that last point. The human race does not need your contribution to our gene pool.
I have to give you credit right off the bat; you realize that you’re not Sherlock Holmes. In fact, in roughly 500 words that’s the only piece of truth you were able to cough up. Not only have you made tired, unimaginative judgments about me that have been blindly and thoughtlessly regurgitated by beings with far greater cognitive ability than you (roller skating chimpanzees come to mind), but you attacked me for everything posted on this blog while somehow managing to miss the rather long list of “contributors” on the right side of the page. If you want me to pay attention to you, PLEASE get your facts straight before flying into a hissy-fit.
I’m afraid your intentions were exposed by your very first sentence:
“I was introduced to your little angry rant by a female friend of mine.”
Your words, your tone, the very emotion behind your comments plainly reveal the psyche of a man desperately seeking the affections of a woman. This “female friend” of yours sent you my post; you saw a perceived opportunity and pounced.
“Look! I responded! I stood up to that big mean blogger! See how much I respect women! LOVE ME!”
Where is the opinion of your “female friend?” Many women have read my words, including your “friend;” a few have even responded and a grand total of NONE of them have gotten as infuriated as you have. You are quite clearly one of those platonic friends that was mentioned in earlier comments – a man surrounded by females. You’re at the front of their picket lines as they fight for “fair treatment.” You stand by them whenever they’re challenged. You defend their feelings with all of your vigor and venom. And you will never have sex with any of them. Do yourself a favor and put an end to the knight-in-shining-armor routine, because everyone, both men and women, can see right through it. If girls feel really strongly about what I’ve written, they can defend themselves. They don’t need you – in more ways than one.
“Then you went home and cried to your D&D books.”
Astonishing. Originality just SEEPS through your fingertips doesn’t it? So much of your character is revealed through this one statement that it’s almost pointless to respond. But in the infinitesimal hope that you’ll learn something, I will.
I’ve never played D&D myself. However, I do not think any less of anyone who does. In fact, I could play D&D every day of my life and still be more of a man than an intellectual insect like you. You’re trying so hard to dismiss my writings as hollow, but they’ve gotten you so incensed that you’ve made four long-winded comments, including responding to one of your own comments. Here’s a tip on logic for you, little one:
You can’t be dismissive and angry at the same time.
The truth, if you want to hear it, is YES, I do check my posts to see if people comment. And YES, I do enjoy it when people respond, whether they’re agreeing or disagreeing. Langdon Alger has yet to endorse anything I’ve written, and I still welcome his contributions. You on the other hand, admittedly continue to check my post in hopes of my responding. I guess it’s a little flattering – like being followed home by a stray cat.
Your comment about D&D, as well as your criticism of our J-list banner are quite frankly the words of a condescending, narrow-minded halfwit, although it may take a few more cups for your wit to reach .5. You sound like every meathead jock who ever graduated high school simply because he could throw a football. But you can’t be, because if you were you’d be spending quality time with your “female friend” rather than waiting by this blog to see if I’ll dignify your ravings by responding to them. Like women, you’ve made judgments based on what society tells you is “cool.”
Honestly Tian, I feel sorry for you. Your world isn’t big enough to fill a bottle cap. It saddens me that someone can so freely lash out with so little grasp of anything beyond his own narrow vision. You’ve even passed judgment on the other contributors to this blog for allowing The Indisputable Truth “to reach the front page.” WHAT? What front page?
Your obsession is with me. You can insult me, dream about me, bang your head against the wall because your “female friend” reads more of my words than she does of yours. I have no problem with that. But when you sit atop a high horse and belittle my friends over the content of this blog, or for allowing me to post, all of your points become as empty as you are. Despite what I may insinuate in my posts, I am not the “Editor-in-Chief” of YODC. I am not the “leader” or even the “representative” of the contributors. I am one of them. Many of us enjoy J-list, including me. Many of us enjoy J-pop, including me. Many of us enjoy looking at attractive girls in bikinis, including me and many of us may even enjoy playing D&D. The fact that we can openly express these facts without feeling ashamed or fearful of what your kind will think of us simply means that we’ve forgotten more about being real men, real individuals than you’ll ever know.
Personally, I enjoy pornography. I enjoy comic book conventions. I enjoy Godzilla and Star Wars movies. I enjoy things that people may find "geeky" or "uncool." I enjoy a lot of things. And I believe The Indisputable Truth to be exactly what I say it is. And if women don’t like it, I couldn’t possibly care less if you paid me. I know you’re smugly giggling at me right now, probably thinking of another predictable response to further your thoroughly transparent quest to get women to like you. But it’s not going to happen, Tian. Because contrary to what you stated and want so badly to believe, you have yet to “stop being a pansy.” And you may never. But if that kind of existence makes you happy, fine. I’m glad I’ve given you something to talk about with your “female friend” the next time you’re painting each other’s toenails.
ALL comments welcome.