In the joy-sapping world of Everyday Feminism, where absolutely everything is politicised, and where politicised invariably means oppressive, Caleb Luna ponders the gay hook-up app Grindr, and why he – sorry, they – attracts so little interest.
In the joy-sapping world of Everyday Feminism, where absolutely everything is politicised, and where politicised invariably means oppressive, Caleb Luna ponders the gay hook-up app Grindr, and why he – sorry, they – attracts so little interest.
Singling people out on your own blog just so your readers can mock them — seems kind of petty, no?
Note the date.
seems kind of petty, no?
The point of the post isn’t that Mr Luna struggles to find a date. It’s about his – sorry, their – elaborate intersectional pseudo-explanation for this state of affairs. I.e., the assumption that more men ought to be attracted, and would be attracted, if only they were schooled in the right kind of victimhood politics.
So I see a business opportunity here… If porn mags can specialize in big bottom girls, boobs the size of zeppelins and make money catering to a niche, then why can’t a hook up app? Obviously there is a need to find partners for those who care little about how they present themselves to the world and want to be adored regardless…. now a catchy phrase to name my app. Big A$$ A$$es with egos to match.
Hard to tell if this is a special April Fools’ Day joke or just regular straight up mental illness.
Perhaps, though your headlines suggest otherwise.
Anyway, more to the point: so you disagree with Luna. You could have engaged directly with them, challenged their arguments, maybe even given them something to reflect upon. Instead, you wrote about them, on your blog and cross-posted here, knowing full well the sympathetic political leanings of your audiences. It is the very definition of an echo chamber.
So, nothing new advanced, no dialogue established, no minds changed. Certainly, Luna will never know that they were the topic of the day over in this corner of the internet.
You gotta wonder: what’s the point?
Eli said: “You gotta wonder: what’s the point?”
We are using your political universe as an April Fool joke. Since you’ve all been working so hard to make a satire or lampoon impossible, lately all we have to do is -quote- you guys to get a laugh.
Fat -woman- sporting facial hair can’t get a date on Grindr? And blames Grindr? That’s comedy gold, right there.
+1
You could have engaged directly with them,
I’m not in the business of cross-cultural outreach and I’m not trying to make the subjects of my posts see things differently, which is almost never a realistic option. Having seen how contributors to Everyday Feminism almost invariably react to any challenging of their worldview, including challenges by me, there seems little to be gained by attempting a direct exchange. Arguing with someone over politics and facts is often tricky enough; arguing with someone over their self-flattering psychodrama, on which so much has been staked, is a fool’s errand.
It is, though, I think, worth noting that such people exist.
So now Mr Luna can join the … “Fat-shaming is the LAST permissible form of BIGOTRY” … club. Sadly, he is yet to recognize that homosexuality is ALL ABOUT bigotry. Of course they don’t “see” themselves that way … bigots rarely do.
I am willing to BET that Mr Luna would have more success on a CHRISTIAN dating site … than on Grindr.
The “feminism” website is a complete waste of bandwidth. A thousand years from now when mankind has rebounded from the abyss to which we are currently headed, scholars examining our times will shake their heads in wonder. As the Captain says, “enjoy the decline”.
Perhaps Caleb Luna needs your counsel more than anyone here does. Perhaps instead of indulging yourself in moral preening here you could set a better example, e.g. engage Caleb Luna yourself in the way you suggest could be helpful to him.
Go on, surprise us.
Nahhh … Caleb appears TOO OLD for Priestly interest …
Although he might try J-date if he is at all interested in plus-sized women ?
You gotta wonder: what’s the point?
Finding the song to illustrate the point:
Stealers Wheel – Stuck in the middle with you
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8StG4fFWHqg
Let me get this right: A fat male homosexual is looking for love (sex) on a feminist dating site and is disappointed at his lack of success…… So if you can’t fix stupid can you at least duct tape it into silence?
It is somewhat worse than that.
A fat woman taking hormones in an attempt to pretend to be a man can’t attract a date on a gay men’s hookup app and is lamenting this fact on a feminist political screed site.
It’s turtles all the way down.
I was discussing with a cousin the peculiar way human relationships have ‘evolved’ over the past few years and we both recalled our dear departed single aunts and uncles who had gone to their reward after a deprived lifetime of having no sex of any kind or at least there was no sex that we were aware of. They were rural people and young adults in the thirties when there was very little money for anything.
Goodness the things that they missed.
So the fat ugly thing desires a thin handsome being. I thing I have a solution, FUT should hookup with another FUT, the thing shouldn’t be such a fat hypocrite bigot!
Maybe thing could throw that into (*his*) PHd thesis as a treatment.
Fat uglies have way better luck with drunks. They best be gone by morning
under the category ‘close encounters of the feminist kind’, I relate my one experience with the local wimmins shelter.
feeling generous and the requisite male guilt, I mosey over one day with a 50 dollar cheque in my pocket. I buzz the doorbell and am met with a, at the time, what I felt was kinda a terse ‘how can I help YOUUUU’. hmmm. well, no matter, so I respond ‘I’m here to help you’.
long story short, the level of a type of hostility that greeted me made it the ONLY time I EVER parted with ANY cash for these outfits, and, later, an offer to contribute any manner of renovation work free gratis, (in order to save them some money, just not MINE) was likewise met with a terse thanks-but-no-thanks. I concluded some time after that, that this particular wimmins shelter was getting all the money they wanted from the city and could engage in this type of standard verbal ‘message’ to ALL males, not just the ones whose behavior would send some of them to seek refuge in their establishment.
you people are terrible. LOL !!!
today’s assignment: next time you’re at the mall or similar crowded venue, do a tally of the obese.
frightening. I’ve never seen until recent times, the sight of scooters occupied not by amputees etc, but those with guts that literally hang down to their shins. arms the size of a baby elephant’s limbs. massive 500-600+ pounds with no end in sight.
am I being judgemental? damn right. this is their *chosen* behavior; STOP gorging people !!! stop friggin EATING AND EATING AND EATING !!!!
blech . . . .