Lefty PUA Comics: Flirting is Oppressive
On “inappropriate” jokes
One thing I’ve noticed about feminists and those on the left: they’ve got a completely different sense of humor. Strangely enough I feel it’s often this different taste in jokes that sets us apart on a visceral level.
Yes, I’m a fan of the dark, edgy brand of comedy they despise so much. Inappropriateness, taboo subjects and blatantly candid diatribes trigger my laughter daily.
I’m not always proud of it, but I won’t apologize either.
Some of the remarks that invoke laughter in me are morally reprehensible. There’s times when the “evils” of civilization upset me, and there’s times when I’m granted the power to laugh it off. And if given the option, I’d rather roar about “something I shouldn’t” than cry in my soup about the human condition.
At times I wish this ever-offended troupe would recognize that just because someone laughs about a taboo idea doesn’t mean they condone it in a literal sense. In fact, it’s just the opposite. People laugh because they’d never act on it, but admit that nefarious urges exist in them. Leftists thrive on taking the moral high-ground, so they’re quick to criticize those who are in on the joke, while denying said urges in themselves. Meanwhile, their buzzkill judgments alienate the less restrained. Despite their façade, everyone knows there’re no better than anyone else. And personally, I judge people’s character by their actions, not what they laugh about.
This highfalutin moral superiority complex even renders comics unfunny.
So who’s the asshole: the PUA (pickup artist) who makes a remark about the ‘fruit plate’ or the woman who blasts him at great length for being a (allegedly) mediocre jackass?
From my seat, anyone who thinks this is a knee-slapper is harboring profound loathing for PUAs.
And no, I’m not offended by that (or much of anything). I’m just not laughing, because political correctness is comedy kryptonite. No biggie: this comic isn’t intended for me.
My take on “negs”
“Negging” is a constant point of contention and an easy target for PUA haters. Detractors take flirtation for granted, viewing it as instinctual. They baste men for daring to analyze it.
Plainly there is a push-pull dynamic to flirting that two persons reciprocally engage in. When I say push I mean subtly showing interest either through body language, words or tone of voice. Pull, naturally means subtly retracting that interest. So in essence, “negging” is merely the pull facet of normal flirtation.
If a “neg” sticks out like a sore thumb, or worse comes off as an insult, either the man in question is doing it wrong or the recipient is being far too sensitive. This is a legitimate beef, but to write off all “negging” as manipulative and evil merely because it doesn’t always go over well is an unfair conclusion. It’s meant to be a form of razzing delivered with a smile. And like a joke: it’s all about the delivery.
Additionally, women toss “negs” of their own at men they’re interested in, whether conscious of it or not. Claiming such behavior is inherent to PUAs is inaccurate.
Men on average aren’t as socially aware, so some may need to read up on the dynamics of flirting to better understand it. There is nothing immoral about looking at flirting scientifically and refining one’s prowess.
No escape from nags
Feminists regard self-proclaimed PUAs, as some of the biggest douchebags in the blogosphere. While there’s some truth to this regarding their leaders, the vast majority of PUA followers are nice guys attempting to reform their passive-aggressive ways and get better at building attraction.
Bloggers such as Amanda Marcotte have nothing but contempt for nice guys too, so these socially inept tagalongs are stuck in a catch-22. If they learn game, they’re exploitive jerks. If they remain nice guys, they’re wolves in sheep’s clothing. Talk about the mythical breed of men the fem crew actually approves of is sparsely lodged somewhere between hundreds of comments on pandagon.net.
When someone is convinced a man’s will to life is a tool of oppression and dominance, a dude just can’t win. There’s this black cloud hanging over its adherents heads, castling lightning bolts at at manifestations of normal male sexuality.
It all comes back to humor. Life is the pits when you take yourself and the world around you far too seriously.
Anything that strongly resonates with one group will offend another. And not everything is designed for your consumption, or mine. So I say “fuck ’em if they can’t take a joke.”
BONUS: If you’re going to rip on the hook-up cult, do it right: