February 16, 2005
i must go cry now
Real men, do, you know. Cry, I mean. When people insult me and my mama and talk about what a big old fart woman-hating, red-necked asshole I am, I really get my feelings hurt. I curl into a fetal ball and weep.
Of course YOU don't have commenters like that, do you? You have nice, flower-tossing people who LOVE YOU. That crap comes only from MY fetid site. Let's see....
It's just the A-Man monthly shitstorm. He does this crap for attention and is a selfish little boy who likes to lash out at people. The scary part is, he actually thinks he's a decent man.
Posted by MK at February 16, 2005 01:17 AM
Gah, that guy seems to be WAY over sensitive if you ask me, he cant even look at what you have writen and get that is not a stab at Jason.
It also seems to be me that he has some REAL women issues (plus he needs to learn how to spell words correctly becuase spelling 'women' as 'wimmen' is the dumbest, hick-est, inbred thing you can do). Sorry dude, your wife left you and got everything you owned, but hey did you ever think that MAYBE you DESERVED it? Since you seem to be attacking women a lot lately, it really dosn't come as a shock to me.
Anyways Gen, you ignore that old, grey son-of-a-bitch, he has some mother and wife issues on the back burner, and you just say fuck it. We all know that you were not attaking Jason for being emotionally aware of a movie, and you absolutly, 120% deserve Jason, don't you think otherwise! Don't let that old crabby bastard get you down, ok?
Posted by Riika at February 15, 2005 10:26 PM
What an asshole, I'm going to go over and say a few words.
Posted by Jen at February 15, 2005 09:46 PM
See why I'm hiding in the closet while sucking my thumb and curling in a fetal position? COMMENETERS ARE MEAN!!! And I can't TAKE IT!!!
Here's how I cry about that: "BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!" Fuck every one of you if you can't take criticism. Grow a cast-iron butt or quit blogging. I wrote you an apology (which I seldom do) and if that's not good enough, you can kiss my Cracker ass along with your commenters.
I'm in the kitchen. I don't mind the heat.
Hey, Darling. I got a fun comment in my thank-you post to you and my other guest-bloggers. I banned it, but I'm considering unbanning it just to play with it some more.
What do you think?
Geewhiz you guys - mind if I butt in on this. First I read the apology which I thought was pretty OK - then I read Gen, butted in there too because I hate to see or hear women putting themselves down for being bigger than they would wish to be. Mind you - you men don't make it too easy to do this as some of you are using the fat-word much too often and I think it's done 'to annoy, because you know it teases" I like your blogs Rob - you come across like a real person. When & if I get to know you better I might presume to advise you as one old git to another. By the way Nelly isn't my real name - it's Mary.
Hey Acidman! It's on the masthead. If they can't read, or don't understand....Fuck'em.
"If my blog does not meet your standards, then LOWER YOUR STANDARDS. Who the hell do you think you are, anyway?"
I have a solution for all the women who feel put down by being called fat: Shut your pieholes, don't stuff every bit of food you come across into it, get off your lazy asses and hit the gym once in a while.
And if you are a porker and don't care about being called fat, more power to you. 98% of the people who are overweight brought it on themselves by being a lazy glutton. So unless you are among the 2%, I don't have any sympathy for you. Personal responsibility is the name of the game.
I have the opposite problem. I spell my name Heather but pronounce it Heathah. It really is the dumbest, Yankee, most Bostonian thing I can do. But I've got to be me.
Dear Rightisshite - did I say I was fat? I think not. Pay attention.
That's asking way too much of the moron. One has to wonder how fat he is though. Five bucks to none says that he's morbidly obese and living in his parent's basement, with no girlfriend and no life. If he did, he wouldn't have the time to pick on women he doesn't know. That's a real man there.
I'm going to miss you. I'll talk to you some time.
Did I say you were fat? I think not. Pay attention.
And Jen, is it really "picking on" someone when stating the obvious? Quite frankly, I don't give a rat's ass if you are fat or stick thin. But why would someone who is fat be so offended by being called "fat"? Here is a novel concept: Don't want to be called fat, don't eat like a fucking pig.
You don't seem to want to credit Gen for trying to lose weight. At least she's trying to do something about it. People like you really make me sick.
Jeesus! I am the "asshole" who made the initial comment about Gennieís weight and "skins."
For the ladies who were pissed off about that weight comment, Nelly was RIGHT when she said that the comments were put there to incite a reaction. It was also a shorthand way of dismissing her entire post - as I said, "look for insightful commentary somewhere else," meaning that when it came to men & emotions, she was misguided.
I also have a little suggestion for the women. Remember that flash, the anger, the rage, that you had when you read the comments made about "fat chicks." And think to yourself that maybe men get similar kind of reaction/anger when we see things written about our masculinity and emotions.
Gennie's post evoked a reaction. I will explain my thoughts for the folks, please bear with me.
Gennie's husband is a big, strapping, manly man, and therefore not some limp-wristed sissy, nancy-boy. There is surprise from Gennie that a movie evoked an emotional response from the big, strapping, manly man.
The conclusion that we are lead to is this - if you have an emotional response, then she might be surprised to hear that you might be a big, strapping, manly man.
Think of it this way - the catch for the entire post is the physical versus emotional contradiction. The post would be meaningless and have no catch if she had written, "My weak, limp-wristed, nancy-boy husband bawled like a child at the end of this movie."
Well, thatís the long version, that I figured I wouldn't have to write...
I wrote an entire paragraph about you...
Not all comments are bad, dear friend.
read the replys from the fat challenged
lady with pms that wrote about her super
cop man crying over a movie even after
her husband asked her not to. she stuck it
to him to also, but after a certain age , women have regular company at least once a month and it gets worse the older they get.
keep up the good work and call them like
you see them i still like you i don't care what
they say about you.
johnny in south carolina
I dunno. Blogging about feelings just seems too damn risky to me. People somehow feel the need to comment on them, and talk about their feelings, and how they feel about the feelings you've blogged about, and then other people comment on the feelings the first commenters talked about.
It's much safer to blog about cats.
"One has to wonder how fat he is though."
I GUARANTEE Michael Moore's got him beat by a country mile.
"Five bucks to none says that he's morbidly obese and living in his parent's basement, with no girlfriend and no life."
Care to raise the stakes? Put up your house and you've got yourself a bet.
Rightisright - it was the fact that you addressed your reply directly to me and that the word 'you' was used in your second paragraph that gave me that impresion you were addressing me personally.
By the way - thanks for the compliment.
Third thoughts - did you ever think of opening a gym? With your robust attitudes you should make a mint. But enough already. I'm bored with this. It's morning here and I have a life to live.
You all sound like a bunch of petty children.
To Robs original post:
I agree whole heartedly and didn't FEEL that an apology was required.
The woman in question "did wrong".
When my wife and I originally went to see "Saving Private Ryan" in the theatre, I (a tall, large "manly-man") sobbed like small boy who has lost his favorite puppy when it was over. I did my best to keep my emotional reaction private and personal. At which point, my wife (not a mean bone in her body) proceed to ask "Honey, are you crying?...You're CRYING!" loud enough that I immediately became the center of attention to everyone around us.
Now... I understand that my wife was not trying to ridicule me. She was genuinely surprised by my reaction to the film (being the first time she had seen me cry in 17 years of marriage. Not at births and not at deaths, but at a movie).
I think "wimmen" know what they want.
They just don't have a CLUE as to how to react to it when they get it!
The very thing that MAKES us "manly-men" is that we don't SHOW our emotions.
That does NOT mean that we do not HAVE emotions.
If we feel comfortable enough around you (as "wimmen" type folk) that we lower the barrier and let you see our emotions, THE LAST THING YOU SHOULD DO IS START ANNOUNCING TO THE WORLD THAT WE DID SO!!
If we wanted the attention and notoriety we would do it in front of everyone!
I'm not looking the last word or anything. but he's right. Over to Fish.
plus he needs to learn how to spell words correctly becuase spelling 'women' as 'wimmen' is the dumbest, hick-est, inbred thing you can do.
Pot, meet Kettle: writen, becuase, dosn’t, attaking, absolutly. At least Rob does it on purpose; Riika, on the other hand…
Pete, Oh shit,,
I will print you a GED diploma..
I will give you spelling lessons starting at grade 7, We can work up from there....
To even try and make a point, you must at least pretend to be somewhat smart.
We will learn about "Southern humor" a little bit further down the the line. Pete, I am only laughing at your ignorance, and AT YOU!
Sorry spell check doesn't work on some things......