Showing posts with label wanksterism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wanksterism. Show all posts

AN ULTIMATE SOLUTION TO THE INCEL PROBLEM

This passage is excerpted from Andy Nowicki's Ruminations of a Low-Status Male, Volume 4: On Being Unloved, which will be published soon.)

The Toronto van massacre undertaken by an apparent “incel” in April first thrust the formerly reclusive “involuntary celibate” subculture into the national spotlight. A month later, when some sources claimed that the SanteFe school shooter also had apparent incel-esque motivations, this already much-maligned demographic was subjected to yet another round of hostile scrutiny from a vindictive and dishonest media establishment.

WANKSTERISM

"Hello, my fellow chad alphas!"
Three years ago Andy Nowicki launched the extremely short-lived "Wanksterist" movement in a series of podcasts. Based on an analogical dichotomy between "fuckers" and "wankers," and the brilliant conceit that those who "satisfied themselves" were truly free, the movement was tragically handicapped by the public's inability to get metaphorical spunk off its hands, with a consequent dimming of intellectual eyesight. (The short book that Nowicki composed on this subject, Confessions of a Would-Be Wanker, can still be purchased for a "handily" low price...)

Now, seasoned by time, is the concept ready once more to shake hands with the world?

NAMELESS PODCAST: THE TRAGEDY OF SEX

In his latest "Nameless" Podcast, Andy Nowicki talks about what makes him a sort of "antisexualist" (in spite of being a raging red-blooded heterosexual and a married man with children to boot).

NAMELESS PODCAST: SUCKERS FOR RATIONAL REDHEADS

Jennifer Lokken, aka "The Rational Redhead"
In his latest "Nameless" Podcast, Andy Nowicki discusses a recent incident at Jenifer Lokken's anti-feminist "The Rational Redhead" Facebook page, in which one male reader, when invited to join the page, refused, declaring that "The Rational Redhead" must be a CIA honeytrap to collect intel on Alt-Righters, because Mrs. Lokken is just too pretty to be for real.

"You men need to check your hormones and quit being suckered," he wrote. "If you insist on staying in the group, be careful what you say, for it will be used against you."

"I'LL BE THERE": THE WHITE KNIGHT ANTHEM ANALYZED

"If he ever hurts you, true love won't desert you!"

A while ago, I wrote about the species of pop song, known as the "Zowie, You're Awesome in the Sack!" number, in which a (male) lover's sexual prowess is remarked upon and celebrated with ardent, ingratiating, slightly unbecoming and overly-affected reverence by a sensually-wailing waif. 

In that article, I summarized the ways in which this type of tune--while seemingly male-praising--can in fact be doubly toxic to the cause of masculinity, as it simultaneously boosts certain less desirable elements of contemporary feminism ("Go ahead... Betray your loyal husband and fornicate with the sexy bad boy....You go, girl!") while also having the baleful effect of keeping men in a state of undignified sexual subjugation ("Zowie, she thinks I'm awesome in the sack! My sated hunger to be on the receiving end of flattery regarding my ostensible sexual prowess has now rendered me helpless to manipulation, by gosh!”) 

KISS-CAMS, CONFORMITY, AND MASCULINE DEFIANCE


In my previous dispatch, I attempted to connect the dots between the sexual revolution, rampant feminist-based societal misandry (that is, man-hatred), and the PUA “Game” culture. In such circumstances, I argued, the only self-respecting choice is to opt for celibacy, or at the very least, for defiant chastity. The nature of the human male is now commonly understood to be naught but low, base, and oversexed; men are regarded as piggish and bestial when it comes to carnal matters, and while this perception admittedly often corresponds with reality, I wonder how much of it is due to the fact that we have been trained to be just such pigs, that we have been willfully debased by the overseers who rule the gynocentric dystopia we currently inhabit.

BEARING DOWN


I’d been largely unaware of the Vermont Teddy Bear phenomenon (or whatever you want to call it) until I read Jef Costello’s witty and ribald expose at Counter-Currents. In short, it seems that women just love these enormous stuffed beasts, and that buying your honey a gargantuan thingamadoodle for Valentine’s Day is an incredibly romantic gesture, guaranteed to yield results, if ya know what I mean, and surely ya do, don’t ya big guy? (wink, wink, heh!)

THE 28-YEAR-OLD VIRGIN

Tim Tebow: no fucker (and no homo)


It's true that celebrity behavior is usually a matter of little or no account; hence the term "celebrity," with its attendant connotation of overweening glitz and general absence of substance. It is also a verity that what gets called gossip is often based on an unfounded rumor and always none of our business; hence the term "gossip," suggestive as it is of snoopily vicarious prurience and unwarranted intrusion.

Still, there is something of value in noting what "ordinary people" are talking about with regard to the rich, beautiful, famous, and powerful, because it tends to reveal the underlying collective psyche of the times. We not only relish the notion that even celebrities have problems; even more, we thrill to the idea that their problems aren't totally unlike our own. And yet, somewhat contradictorily, we find their problems so damned glamorous that we actually wish we had them too. No matter how totally effed up a celebrity may be, his or her total effed-up-ness has an aura that draws us in and makes us perversely envy them all the more. The fact that such a response is silly doesn't make it any the less real. It is simply a part of our programming to be attracted to the trappings of perceived glory and fame.