Over at Daily Kos there is now a thread about the infamous "contract" drawn up by that psycho who kidnapped his wife. The contract itself is beyond sickening, but I was actually even more disgusted by some of the responses in the thread.
While there are a fair number of people who simply express horror at the contract, there are just as many posts by guys who see this contract as "proof" that they really aren't so bad as boyfriends or husbands, and the womenfolk should quit their bitchin'. Apparently these boys think the take-home message of the contract story is that women should feel lucky to have any man who isn't beating, raping, or kidnapping them.
However, I think the prize for most pathetic response goes to the person who decided this was a great time to post a shout-out to "nice guys." I'll take it bit by bit, because it's almost as rambling as it is wretched:
- This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point.
Put it to you another way: if a black guy hangs around with white friends who love to bitch and moan to him about the various shortcomings of "niggers," what does that say about the black guy?
Hint: it doesn't say "he's a nice guy." It says, "Either he is a self-hating fool, or he has an ulterior motive."
- This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back
- and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores.
- This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support.
- This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl's every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
- This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they're at her door,
- for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population,
- for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway,
- for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don't end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
"I got my Boyfriend Certification from the Nice Guy Institute in just 18 weeks! You can take classes part-time, at night, or online! They even helped to place me in a great bar scene with plenty of women who are prepared to accept my Nice Guy credits in exchange for sexual relations! Thanks, Nice Guy Institute!"
- This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn't worry about it.
- This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you'd ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor.
- This is also for that time she didn't have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing "serious" between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: "oh, but we're just friends!" And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you're nice like that.
- The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is due.
What do you want, a cookie?!
You're SUPPOSED to treat women with respect and dignity! You're SUPPOSED to be kind and honest toward your friends! You're SUPPOSED to refrain from beating, raping, and otherwise abusing your fellow human beings.
- And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don't seem to get laid as often as they should.
Interestingly, the harpies are usually being badmouthed by the Nice Guy's FEMALE FRIENDS, none of whom want to sleep with him. He's nice, they say, he's so nice, he deserves a nice girl. Of course, when they're alone they will all agree on the many reasons why he's not somebody they would want to date, but they also agree that he deserves some other girl. And even though he probably is a bit greasy or lumpy or otherwise imperfect, he deserves a hot girl, a girl who he can show off to all the "jocks" to prove that "nice guys" can get hot arm candy too! He deserves it, for being so nice.
When will people stop being Pussy Communists?! We do not distribute the pussy from each according to her ability to each according to his need. Pussy is not something that guys are entitled to, no matter how nice they are. There are lots of nice people in the world who don't get laid, or don't get married, or never find The One. It doesn't mean they aren't nice, and it also doesn't mean that all women (or all men) are evil, it just means that finding a suitable mate is a complicated process that doesn't always end happily for everybody.
- And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can't.
Guys who want praise for respecting women are not boyfriend material. Guys who play doormat to a harem of moronic "girls-who-are-friends" in the hopes of one day getting a mercy fuck are not boyfriend material. Guys who think that holding a door makes them boyfriend material are not boyfriend material.
- From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches.
- Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as "oh, he's too nice to date" or "he would be a good boyfriend but he's not for me" or "he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn't possibly ask him out!" or the most frustrating of all: "no, it would ruin our friendship." Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can't figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I'm going to sleep with this complete ass now!).
If a guy finds himself drawn to women of this sort, then the problem is with HIM. If a guy finds himself wanting to date a girl who has that kind of attitude, then the problem is with HIM. He needs to figure out why he is attracted to such a self-destructive and idiotic breed of female human. He needs to figure out why he isn't spending time with interesting, capable, sane, entertaining women. He needs to address why he is choosing female friends who are this pathetic.
And that goes for the women, too. Quit bitching that there are "no good men" out there. There are plenty, you are just choosing to spend time with worthless men. That problem is with YOU. Quit blaming other people for your failings.
- But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn't last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
Also, there are plenty of girls who NEVER suffer from the kind of pointless stupidity that is being pinned on all of womankind. In fact, most girls are never this stupid, just like most guys are never complete jackasses. Girls are people, and most people are well-meaning, slightly clueless, and just doing their best to figure out how to unhook someone else's underwear without ruining the moment.
Blaming girls for the Nice Guy phenomenon is just another way of making women responsible for male sexual satisfaction, when the reality is that men could fix this "problem" any time they want to. Don't like bitchy girls? Stop hanging out with them. Stop praising them. For pity's sake, stop trying to fuck them. Playing Nice Guy until one of the bitches lets you in her pants is not a way to improve the situation.
- So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you're sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
Here's to the guys who have no patience for bratty girl-women, and who aren't suckered in by perky tits attached to an utter bitch. Here's to the guys who don't date worthless chicks, and don't want to. Here's to the nice guys who look at the nice girls.
Here's to the guys who don't think they deserve a cookie (or a pussy) for respecting other human beings. But then, you fellas already know how much you rock.
11 Comments:
You are an intelegent grasshopper.
"In fact, most girls never are this stupid, just like most guys are never complete jackasses. Most of us are well-meaning, slightly clueless, and doing our best to figure out how to unhook someone else's underwear without ruining the moment."
That's the best description of the human condition I've read in a long time. But who wears underwear with hooks?
bistromath,
victoriasecret.com
Author,
You left an opening like "He needs to figure out why he isn't spending time with interesting, capable, sane, entertaining women" and yet I won't take it, because I'm the kind of nice guy who holds doors because that's the way he was raised.
Off to St Bernard Parish, take care kid. PS If I end up working under FEMA down there (first job is blessedly with the Red Cross) I promise to put up with the endless mockery that will earn. "Heckuva job, Aleks . . ."
Hey, if I don't get a medal, a patch, a little trophy and an honor ceremony for basic human kindness and base levels of respect for fellow human kindness, then what's the point?
Hell, there where three woman today who's asses I didn't grab while out today-where's my parade?
(please don't kill me)
Yeah, that was supposed to read "for fellow human beings"...sorry about that...
If you want to be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife. So from my personal point of view, get an ugly girl to marry you.
V: Thanks
Bistro: Undergarment trends are evil. I'm going to leave it at that.
Aleks: Careful, the "nice guy" bitterness is showing through. You know that I, of all people, am unlikely to be remotely sympathetic.
Walrus: Never fear, there are aparently many people who are prepared to throw you that parade. Granted, most of them are whimpering "nice guys" or "Men's Rights" members who have somehow managed to become even more bitter than they are impotent...but a parade is a parade, right?
I dunno, A, when I hear "underwear with hooks" I think of those guys that put fishhooks in their hats. Evil, indeed.
Author,
You can't chase a guy down, find him where he lives, poke him with a stick a bunch of times and then accuse him of sensitivity to being poked with a stick and act like he's asking for sympathy.
Bistro,
*shudder*
Aleks: If the guy in question "lives" on my blog, then you're damn right. :)
You're mean. You shouldn't be mean. Leaving for New Orleans in the morning, take care of yourself kid.
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