Gynocrisy
Thursday, 25th February 2010Germany [NotS]
By Gremlin
I have to explain something here. But, first, people being fragile morons, I should explain something else. I’m okay with chicks.
Let’s analyse that sentence, to fully understand it. I’m good with female homosapiens who are okay with being called chicks. Okay, granted: at some age they kinda evolve from chicks into broads, and maybe even dames; but the colloquial element is what counts, wherein guys are guys and chicks are chicks. Let’s just take that as read.
I don’t see chicks as secondclassed people. I kinda see womyn as secondclassed people, since they’re boring morons. Strictly speaking, they’re not even people: they’re humyns. Dig? So, to put this into perspective, I for one am outraged—albeit in a passive, lazy capacity—that Joe Biden lobbied to protect those poor, fragile womyn from the constitution by exempting them from that silly Right to Face One’s Accuser in a Court of Law thing, womyn being too low on the evolutionary ladder to be in the room with any guy they’ve accused of assault, let alone to testify against him.
This isn’t about that. But it irks me a bit. To date, I’m undecided on what I’ll think of the likely eventual practise of dismissing guys [that is: myn] too fragile formally to accuse chicks [that is: chicks, since they're spunky and selfaware] of having assaulted them. It’ll happen one day. And, right now, I’m predicting that I’ll be fundamentally opposed to it, while finding it funny as hell.
What this is about is something I’ve been kinda silently expecting for about twelve years now. The hell back in 1998, when Viagra hit the streets, I mentioned over at gremlin.net how ironic it was that we’d finally developed Spanish Fly, but made it for guys. To be fair, that wasn’t precisely the case; to be honest, it made no sense to me that guys could exist who weren’t congenitally into teh secks. Thinking about it, that still makes no sense; maybe those guys are myn, and, in the event that they ever encounter teh secks, we’ll want to protect them from those they accuse.
Twelve years later, things are setting themselves up to change. A new drug being called flibanserin is also being called Viagra for Chicks. Or whatever you’re allowed to call something like that if you lack the freedom to call a spade a spade inherent in reporting for News of the Stoopid. Probably a nyw dryg fyr wymyn, yr symythyng.
Here’s the problem.
You know how, all assumptions about Spanish Fly aside, Viagra actually turned out to treat something of a disorder? Not this time. Because, you must understand, wymyn can’t be disordered. It’s possible that they can be dysyrdyrd, which may or may not already be a postmodern coverband specialising in FreeBird.
To quote uk.news.yahoo.com:
A Boehringer-funded survey released last week sought to show the emotional impact and distress caused by [Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder].
But it angered critics, who say it is evidence of the firm’s bid to market low female libido as a disorder, which threaten to pigeonhole the problem and make women feel deficient.
Oh noes; not that. Don’t feel deficient; not you, you special and unique snowflake, you. Buck up, Little Frigidaire; you’re just as Skadi, Deity of Fucking Frost, made you.
Okay, look—seriously: is anyone out there A) female, B) selfaware, and C) nonetheless threatened by pigeonholes marginalising a lack of sexdrive into a disorder? We all get that basic darwinian paradigms suggest that those not into sex have a curious habit of dying without reproducing their weird sexless genotypes into a new generation, right? So, the natural order kinda being to reproduce, is it possible that, just maybe, a disinterest in even just teh secks, prior to any proclivities regarding kidhaving, could be called something of a disorder? Is anyone catching a flaw in that logic?
Granted, I’m edging toward a slyppyry slope here, nearly into acknowledging the creatarded whimper that homosexuals stand no chance [through proper application, anyway] of breeding; but that’s its own thing. Also, inasmuch as it’s related, I don’t see teh ghey as the problem; if anything, it’s part of the solution.
The problem is these puritards who, apart from actionfiguring their imaginary friends to hate fags [Hi, Phelps; die in a fire!], furthermore inflict upon chicks that teh secks is teh bad, particularly before teh mawage. But for decades or centuries of that bullshit, I wonder what percentage less of chicks would even wanna hear about flibanserin. I’m thinking, roughly, a chunk.
All of which puts me in the delightful position of being surrounded by idiots.
Let’s look at the map. Over there, we’ve got the creatarded puritards, whimperblathering that teh secks is teh bad before the mawage of one myn and one wymyn; to the other side, we’ve got the bidenesque pitysluts demanding that a physiological inability to follow the natural order shouldn’t be a disorder. Oh, and: about the latter, where were these little helpertwonks twelve years ago, when I was the only one seeing a certain nonsequitur in developing Spanish Fly for guys. Granted: a guy not being into teh secks is about as disordered as anything I can think of; but, a chick being not into teh secks is a close runnerup, according to the last couple hundred thousand years of homosapient existence. So my question, however much it might hurt the feelings of a couple special and unique snowflakes, is: what’s the difference.
Where’s the outrage over Viagra, and why isn’t it equal to the outrage over flibanserin. Outside of scientology, I mean; I don’t count those people among the selfaware.
Did I ever tell you that the first use of scientology dates back to Allen Upward, who coined it in 1907 to mean junkscience? Let it never be said that I don’t teach you people cool things….
Where the hell was I….
Oh yeah: slamming wymyn [calm down, Biden: it's figurative; don't go hiding anyone from the constitution] and those who advocate for them by calling them frygylyc. That’s Imbecilese for fragilic, not frigid. In case there was any cynfysyyn. Prybybly.
To reiterate: I’m okay with chicks. Basic, selfaware female humans who get that a rose by any other name would lack real vowels. To me, it’s kinda tragic that, as an example, the WNBA is less appealing to the species than the NBA; in fact, that guys are more likely to watch sports makes it a little perplexing: guys can jiggle while dribbling down the court too, but that’s not something I plan my day around seeing. I’m not sure which guys are into seeing that; about all I know on the subject is that, reportedly, Gyd Hates Fygs. Or something.
Oh yeah. Speaking of chicks I’m okay with, this is a lawlfest. From the same article:
in a six-month trial [flibanserin] increased the number of satisfying sexual events to an average 4.5 per month from 2.8 in American women
I kinda lawled that one specifially to Hunter, mentioning that, at the least, with or without flibanserin, she was already ahead of the curve. Her response?
I think the solution is less ‘pill for women’ and more ‘training for men’.
I’m with her. There are chicks who don’t like teh secks, either from a lack of pills, input from puritards, or just an unfortunate history of running into guys who suck at it? Darwin says let’em die. If that’s where this goes, I guess I won’t be too bummed.
Of course, that’s just my opinion; now available without a prescription.
Comments (2)
From what I understand, ED drugs are for guys who are trying to have sex, but lack an erection. What you’re describing is a drug that makes sex in general seem like a better idea. For women, anyway. Maybe, just maybe, the chicks could use some more attractive dudes in their lives. Also, what Hunter said.
I’m all for that; but it’s secondary to the point. If it were just about getting chicks into it, we could talk about legalising Rohypnol.
Mostly I’m just bemused by female chauvinists looking for problems to sell their solutions to, molesting everything they see into an attack on fymynymyty.
Funny anecdote, by the way: last time I tolerated a hardcore feminazi long enough to talk to it, I let her get through her rehearsed rant before writing her off as a moron for concluding that, not only could chicks do anything guys could do, but guys couldn’t do anything in the first place; thirty seconds later, too short to get something off the shelf, whimpering the whole time that guys are still useless, she’s climbing onto a counter like a toddler scaling Everest after a cookiejar. Given her selfworship, I half expected her to be able to fly up there. If I’m half a metre taller than you, now’s not the time to assert that there’s nothing I’d be better at doing.