Bang the Feminism Out of Them

A few weeks ago (probably more than a month at this point, as usual I am showing the disadvantages of scheduling several articles weeks before publication), famous feminist Youtuber Laci Green caused something of an outrage amongst her fanbase when she began associating with fellow internet personality Chris Ray Gun. Mr. Ray Gun is not only a man, but a man who holds doubleplus ungood political opinions, being accused of being a member of that most loathsome of political ideologies the alt-right (Mr. Ray Gun has never actually referred to himself as being a Richard Spencer devotee, and in fact has criticized white nationalism, but some of his output does show that his politics lean more or less in the direction of the reactosphere).

While in this  relationship with this man, Ms. Green’s politics seem to have shifted, being more open to conversing with those of the “red pill” persuasion, and tepidly accepting some (not all) of their viewpoints. This is what her former fans are so angry about. That she may have not only engaged in a sexual relationship with this awful man, but that she actually may have cottoned to a few of his political opinions!

That’s a completely irrational response, surely those two things are completely coincidental and unrelated. Right…?


While I’m not entirely sure if either party has explicitly stated they are in a relationship, her sudden about face from hardline feminism to tepidly embracing the red pill and openly leaving radical feminism (comparing it to her divorce from Mormonism) is rather suggestive. And more to the point, the idea of a woman becoming less of a feminist after getting a good and hard rogering is more than just a bad joke or abstract conjecture—it actually has happened before.

Allow me to introduce you to Alisa Valdez, a dyed in the wool feminist writer until a studly alpha male plowed her. After a hot injection of dick, she renounced her feminist past completely with a book titled The Feminist and the Cowboy: An Unlikely Love Story. And she was more than prepared to accept the fact that her attraction to this—dare I say, barbaric gentleman—was entirely natural, and what her womanly essence truly wanted. After all, she explicitly stated in said book that feminism had “covered her eyes with a dreary shroud of lies…men and women are different”.

She WAS more than prepared to accept that feminism had fed her a pack of lies…until the handsome brute dumped her and she engaged in a maelstrom of justification and excuse-making, the most coherent of which boiled down to “I was lying because I’m insane“. That complete 180 in personality, followed by another 180 to complete the rotation and end up right where she started, seems a bit odd for a strong feminist woman to do, but of course feminists can be remarkably feminine should they need to be.

While I have never dated or slept with an out and out feminist, I notice that to some degree most American women have imbibed of the doctrine. Despite that, they will, almost without fail, become the metaphorical purring kittens after an hour in bed with yours truly.

Just like Alisa Valdes discovered, men and women are different, and there are certain goals that both sexes, even the most dysfunctional exemplars of those sexes, want in a relationship. You may have to dig deep into their psyche, but deep down even the most narrow shouldered, scraggly bearded “nu-male” wants to be dashing, commanding, and all in all “Treading the thrones of the Earth beneath his sandaled feet”. And even the fattest, problem glasses wearingest, rainbow haired feminist ultimately wants to be beautiful and fashionable and be swept off her feet, as is deftly illustrated by the Sailer Law of Female Journalism

With all this being said, it seems to me that if you want to deal with feminists, a viable option is to quite literally, bang the feminism out of them. Just throw them down on the bed and screw them good and hard until they’re ready to make you dinner!

…Bearing in mind of course, that Laci Green is well above average in terms of feminist pulchritude, and thus such a task is much easier said than done. Perhaps one of my readers would be willing to take one for the team?

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  • Aloha Snackbar

    I’d accept the burden but there are no feminists around here….said no man.

  • moriyah

    Take one for the team? Go fuck yourself! I mean; go fuck her yourself.

    • Hey man, I got better things to do than sleep with fat women with weird hair.

      • moriyah

        You got a point; it is Garage Sale Day!