Stop Living for the Approval of Women

From the Art of Manliness

What exactly is it that you do to protect yourself from her displeasure? You send up trial balloons to see if you can get a tentative approval by tentatively suggesting a tentative idea you had. You edit yourself and avoid saying or doing what you know will provoke her. You spend an inordinate amount of time and energy concerned about how she feels and how she’ll react. You’ve been rationalizing, compromising, second-guessing, playing it safe, and avoiding confrontation. As a result, you’ve slowly forgotten what really matters to you, what you were once passionate about, how you truly feel about issues, yourself, and others. Meanwhile, if you’re a dad, you’re passing this all onto the next generation—your legacy.

Now, let’s take a step back in time. When you first met her, none of this was seemingly a problem. You were “in love.” It was easy to dismiss little issues. After all, you’re a master of denial. And, you were, hopefully getting laid all the time. Life was good.

But then things began to change, or was it her? You found yourself less happy, more irritable, frustrated. You agreed to see your buddies less often back in the day. Why? To please her. But now your buddies are calling you “whipped.” They’ve lost respect for you, while you’ve lost respect for yourself. In addition you’re probably a bit lonely, angry, and now blaming her.

Fcuking People

Breeders whining on "oh mothers need state support because they care for the next generation blah blah fcuking blah"

You get child benefit if you are on £58,000? what the fuck?! first off, nobody holds a gun to your head and says "have a baby" second, what the fcuk is the difference between some wannabe aristo middle England bint squatting in her thatched cottage thinking I'll have a kid and the twenty something young professional slogging it on a 16 hour day will pick up the bill. I'm fcuking special! I deserve it!

Oh and if it doesn't work straight away, I'll get IVF on the NHS! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

Fcuking women!

Maths proves women are evil

Mathematic proof that Women are evil

first, we state that women require time and money:

Women = time * money

...and as we all know, "time is money":

Time = Money

...and therefore:

Women = Money * Money = (Money)^2

...and because "Money is the root of all evil":

Money = sqrt(evil)

...therefore:

Women = (sqrt[evil])^2

...and we are forced to conclude that:

Women = Evil 

Fancy a career change?

A MURDER case in Tokyo exposed Japan's custom of hiring marriage wreckers, agents who are paid to seduce one half of a couple and cause them to split.

Yeah, so, essentially, not content with most of the world thinking "fuck me this camera is tiny, how do a people so brazenly, unashamedly mental make such good stuff (possibly with the exception of braking systems)" It turns out that in Japan if you want a divorce you just pop down to the local gigolo office and hire a bloke to follow your mrs, seduce her and then you can bin her.

To be fair, I can think of much much worse jobs, most of which are, granted, in the truly horrific legal industry, then getting paid to wander round Kyoto brutally violating married Japanese women. Taxi to the airport for King I think.

full story, here.

Did Harriet Harman just make a sexist joke at PMQs?

shouting at Hague across the dispatch box

"I have to say his reversing is even worse than mine"

heh!

You know how I say women are mental

and then some would be cherry popper tips up and makes a vague plea that they aren't all bad and you can actually sleep with both eyes closed when kipping at her place

and then I say "no they are all the same, they are all mental"

and then there is a sort of yeah but no but yeah but no cause it's the meedja (cue chris rock style 'I ain't looking over my shoulder for the meedja when I am at a cash point')

well check this, from uber scorching Megan if I had a blender for a vage i'd still get a queue of blokes desperate to fuck me Fox

"I am pretty sure I am a doppelganger for Alan Alda. I'm a tranny. I'm a man. I'm so painfully insecure. I'm on the verge of vomiting now. I am so horrified that I am here, and embarrassed. I'm scared."

That was her red carpet interview at the Golden Globes. So essentially the point I'm making is it's okay for women to be mental cause you are all mental.

Jeebus Tittyfucking Horatio Christ!

What is wrong with you, you mad bitch?!

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She's a smart girl

The Mrs is an uber smart scientist. MSC in shit that I tried 4 times to type but still doesn't look right. She reckons there are numbers bigger than 45 Billion, the largest number known to science. She has spreadsheets of household expenditure which she fucking trends!

Bearing all that in mind, why the holy cunting fuck is she watching celebrity big brother?

I can hear her wittering randomly "who is that, is that Ivana trump? she looks good for 90", "Oooh that Heidi Fleiss looks dog rough, missing her drugs no doubt", "Awwww Basehunter realy loves that blonde one", "I need to buy some lady Sovereign, she seems lovely"

aaaaaaaaargh!

and after this, she'll turn over to fucking dancing on ice!

-horrific update "ooh they're snogging! they're snogging! basehunter and katija are snogging! come see, come see"-

Chief Medical Officer Liam Donaldson reccomends new set of health warnings

Women can’t live with them, can’t get away with drowning them in a canal

Women. Nature’s (being a woman) cruellest prank. I burn Pandas to heat my flat just to get back at the bitch. Oh yeah it was fine when it was all forest fires, floods, earthquakes and general apocalyptic terror raining down on the heads of man but now she’s on the ropes it’s all “ooh better not use oil, dress in hemp, do a balance to appease the hippies!”. Not fucking likely.

Anywhose the point, as brought shockingly home today from the woes another poor chum taken for a ride by these flapping harpies is that women are once again evil. Poor old Gloom. 5 dates (at his expense) and she dumps him for imaginary paediatrician ex boyfriend. He didn’t even get a squeeze of some norks.

(Partly of course this is his fault for not stuffing her in a sack on day one and locking her in his basement as is proper.)

Thus the eternal question, answer on a postcard to Fortress Sumo, is what do we do about women !