How To Cure A Feminist
Of ever again speaking to you, that is. Just show her this article, and give a good “hardy-har-har” when you do it:
That’s right me boyos and cheloveks, stop combing your knuckles long enough to read this article, and you too can learn the secrets of how to “turn a militant protesting unshaven vegan into an actual girl!” Woot, I say, and I say again, woot!
The Tumblr where I found this offers its own sarcastic recipe for a feminism “cure”, structured like the Underpants Gnomes meme from South Park:
Step 1: Show article to woman.
Step 2: Peel woman off ceiling.
Step 3: Wait until she stops spitting and cussing. Offer makeup sex on behalf on entire male gender.
Step 4: Retire to man-cave until balls heal.
Step 5: Profit?
The clipping from Maxim magazine dates from 2003, which is about a year before I stopped even thumbing through the FHM/Maxim style lad-mags on the news stand. Are they still this bad? Do they even still exist?
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Oo, I’ll take the one on the left please! Nom!
What? You want the untrained, untamed one? Instead of an “actual girl”?
Dude! They are gonna take away your membership card in Louts International, Brotherhood #321!
The commentary under the pic was great, and spot on. Particularly the part about nursing one’s balls. Yup.
Do they even still exist?
Oh, god, yes. I suspect the customer base closely aligns with the male readership of The Daily Mail and The Sun. And faithful viewers of Top Gear.
I really do like my cock and all, but I seem to be increasingly embarrassed to be male.
I absolutely want to meet a guy who took this advice, and ask him how life is as a eunuch.
They are now worse. Just have a search for the Danny Dyer/ Zoo disaster in which he, or whoever ‘writes’ his column, advised a jilted boyfriend to “cut [his] ex’s face, and then no one will want her”.
Isn’t that Lea Michele? It looks like her…
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Funny thing is, as a hetero guy, I’ve always been attracted to the less girly types. The one on the left is a lot more interesting by far. A woman in a dirty wife-beater and saggy-butt jeans and well worn boots is so much more a turn-on than some delicate pre-fab barbie doll teetering on ridiculous heels. Give me a gal with her own alternative style who isn’t afraid of the grit of real life and who takes what she wants like any smart and savvy person should!