MRA: The National Rifle Association needs to stop talking about video games and fight the real enemy: feminists.

Video Games: Super Serious Man Business

Video Games: Super Serious Man Business

Our old friend over at the Pro-Male/Anti-Feminist Technology blog is angry again. This time he’s mad at a legitimate target: National Rifle Association president Wayne LaPierre. But not because LaPierre is the head of an organization that has stood athwart every attempt at sensible gun control, making tragedies like the one in Newtown an all-too-predictable side effect of the easy availability of semiautomatic weaponry.

No, Mr. Pro-Male/Anti-Feminist Tech is made at LaPierre because he thinks the NRA big gun has turned into a feminist. No, really. Noting that in the wake of the Newtown shootings LaPierre launched a transparently opportunistic attack on violent video games, Mr. PMAFT accuses him of doing the work of the grand feminist conspiracy against men and manhood:

The most important reason why LaPierre is wrong is because what he is doing is feminist. Video games are an activity predominately enjoyed by men. So are guns. Both activities are under attack from feminists (just like other predominately male activities like science fiction are) because men are interested in them and women are mostly not interested in them. LaPierre is shooting himself in the foot (pun intended) by alienating allies among the video game community and helping out feminists in their war on male activities.

Never mind that nearly half – 47% — of those playing video games these days are girls and women, according to the Entertainment Software Association. (I await the inevitable comment from a troll telling us all that whatever games these women are playing just don’t count because blah and blah.)

What LaPierre should have done is form an alliance with the video game community. While the Newtown shootings are being used against gun owners right now, the next target will be video games and other mostly male interests and activities. Both the video game community and the gun community are fighting the same enemy, feminism. They should be working together to point out facts like how the Newtown shooter was raised by a single mother and how homes where the father is kicked out lead to more violence.

Never mind that the shooter — like virtually all mass shooters — was a dude; a woman is always to blame.

The NRA is in a position of weakness now because they are attacking video games and not the real causes of the Newtown tragedy, single motherhood and feminism. The NRA is in the same boat as the Republican Party where it needs to become an explicitly anti-feminist and pro-mens rights organization to survive. (Lots of conservative and right wing organizations are in this situation.) Guns aren’t the problem here, but neither are video games. The NRA needs to realize this and realize that its only way forward is by fighting feminism. Anything else leads the NRA to irrelevance.

So one of the most powerful lobbies in American politics needs to team up with a Men’s Rights “movement” that can’t organize a single event that draws a crowd bigger than 8 people, or else it will fade into irrelevance?

I dearly hope the NRA fades into obscurity, and I am hopeful that public opinion about guns is beginning finally to shift in the right direction, but I’m not sure the NRA needs any pointers from MRAs on political relevance.

Posted on January 7, 2013, in a woman is always to blame, all about the menz, antifeminism, men who should not ever be with women ever, misogyny, MRA, no girls allowed, playing the victim and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 774 Comments.

  1. RE: Argenti

    Don’t worry, it’s fine! I have to make it funny because otherwise I’ll just never stop crying. (At my disability hearing, I told her how I was living in a closet and she was floored to find out it didn’t have windows. I told her that I dreamed big: I hoped to live in a room with a window. She seemed pretty boggled by that, and she didn’t even know about it only having two and a half walls!)

    I currently own two pairs of pants, and due to meds causing my weight and body shape to fluctuate, it means one of them is a not-so-good fit. Still, until last month, I only had ONE pair of pants, man, so I’m counting my blessings!

  2. Goddamned, you’re making my $200 a month rent-free feel rich — I’m already buying my mother’s lunch when we’re in Boston, I can cover yours too, I don’t want meeting me/us for lunch to be a burden!

    Not to pry, but how does two and a half walls even work? A triangle? (It’s the artist/math geek parts of my brain going “but geometry!”, feel free to ignore this if you don’t want to answer / is too painful to discuss / any other reason)

    And try Salvation Army for pants, they’re pretty cheap. That’s where the vast majority of my clothing comes from. Bt if you’d rather stick to joking to avoid crying, well, at least you don’t have to worry about bra shopping anymore right? (Totally understand joking to avoid crying, and it seems healthier than the whiskey that seems very tempting tonight)

  3. RE: Argenti

    Yeah, that’s where I’m living at at the moment. I just have… issues spending money. (Spending it on ‘luxuries’ such as milk or new clothes causes me angst.)

    And yeah, the room’s a triangle. The roof slants down at a forty-five degree angle to the floor. The two-and-a-HALF is due to one of the walls being raw fiberglass, without an actual covering except for the plastic I staple-gunned onto it. So it’s a wall in that its solid, but not a wall in that you can’t hang anything on it, lean on it, and you can’t get too rough with it or molding molting pink fiberglass will flop on you.

    Yeah, I got some army pants, they’ll last forever. Salvation Army and Goodwill definitely saving my ass, clotheswise. And yeah, SO GLAD bras are no longer a problem.

  4. “Molding molting pink fiberglass” sounds far more poetic than it probably looks or feels, because that sucks, a lot, and I’m sorry.

    And sorry for my short reply here, the laughing to avoid crying dam broke over here. Amazingly, not over the whole not breaking up cuz not serious thing, but over the not-an-ex — the not a breakup is driving home just how much I wish we weren’t nearly 500 miles apart and how fucking awesome ze is.

    I may break out the whiskey after all, can I interest you in a (virtual) shot?

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