No, YOU’RE The [Anti-Woman Slur]: A Manosphere Debate [NOW WITH TRANSCRIPT]
Today, some comedy, in the form of an 8 minute excerpt from what was apparently an hour-and-a-half “debate” between John “The Other” Hembling, noted Men’s Human Rights Activist from A Voice For Human Men, and some dude from Manhood Academy, a Men’s Rights site that’s actually a teensy bit more obnoxious than AVFM, although in a much less interesting way.
It’s NSFW, unless you’re wearing headphones, due to salty language and near-constant anti-woman slurs.
In case you haven’t listened to enough of JohnTheOther to instantly recognize his irritating voice, he is — uncharacteristically — the quieter of the two, er, debaters here, and a little bit on the defensive.
Thanks to the intrepid work of new commenter Thal, we now have a transcript!
MA: You were threatening to rage-quit like a—
JTO: So here’s my an—here we go, ready? Ready for the answer?
MA: You were threatening to rage quit like a timid little b*tch.
JTO: Stick something in your mouth so you can hear with your ears, not your tongue.
MA: YOOOOUUUU, were threatening, to rage quit like a timid little b*tch to control the conversation, you were saying, [baby-talk] “If you say this one more time, I’m rage quitting outta here!” And look at you.
JTO: Oh, god—how f*cking old are you.
MA: Like a timid little b*tch, like a little girl—
JTO: No no, Let’s just pause, come on—
MA: You can’t—you can’t even keep your own word.
JTO: How old are you? *How old are you?*
MA: –you can’t even keep your own word. You notice you said, if I called you a b*tch one more time, you’d leave?
JTO: Yeah, because I wasn’t going to let you, I wasn’t going to let you—
MA: And, now you, now you didn’t. So you make empty threats so, you admit you’re a liar?
JTO: No, I was—
MA: You admit you’re a liar, basically?
JTO: …Kid, is this entire thing—
MA: Kid?! Yes Dad? Yes Daddy?
JTO: –Just to wind me up?
MA: What do you have to tell me Daddy?
JTO: And then when I’m finally fed up with you I leave—
MA: What Daddy?
JTO: –and then you go “Oh, rage quit?”
MA: What Daddy?
JTO: Is that the whole point of this whole f*cking exercise?
MA: What Daddy? Say that again Daddy?
JTO: …Kid! *Kid!*
MA: Yes, Daddy?
JTO: That’s what I called you!
MA: Yes Daddy?
JTO: Would you prefer I call you *toddler?* Child?
MA: Grandpa! Are we getting older now? Grandpa, what are you doing? Grandpa, check your pacemaker, it sounds like you’re getting angry.
JTO: Oh my pacemaker’s fine, son.
MA: Yeah? Grandpa, it sounds like your pacemaker’s getting angry.
JTO: Listen, listen, listen toddler, you little child…
MA: Grandpa, check your Depends undergarments. Check your Depends undergarments. Are they okay?
JTO: Would you like to go back to actually—
MA: Are they dry?
JTO: –letting me answer your question?
MA: Grandpa! Grandpa, are your Depends undergarments dry or not?
JTO: (long-suffering sigh)
MA: Don’t cry like a little b*tch! You act like a little b*tch and then you get frustrated! You’re frustrating yourself!
JTO: (derisive laugh)
MA: Go back to your Zen calm!
JTO: You’re—you’re so—
MA: Remember how you were Zen calm? Remember how you were lecturing everyone on how calm you were?
JTO: The longer this goes on—
MA: Remember—(misty exalted voice) ohhhhh! I’m Zen calm!
JTO: The longer this goes on, the more transparent you become!
MA: Uh—what a coincidence! It’s almost like we’re talking to a mirror here! Oh my god!
JTO: So? Do you want me to try to answer the question again, or are you gonna yap again?
MA: Well you want me to state the question clearly so you can give a clear answer?
JTO: No, I know what the question is!
MA: *Oh,* now you know, before you were just ignoring it!
JTO: …Well, I was trying to answer, and you were yapping over top of me—
MA: No you weren’t! You were acting like a scared little b*tch, ignoring it!
JTO: (long suffering) Oh, god. You’re so tedious.
MA: Ohhhh, god. Oh my gawd, you’re so put out. Oh, my gawwwwd, broooo. I have to give a logical answer–?
JTO: Tedious. Tedious.
MA: I have to give a—
JTO: Teeeedious.
MA: Yeah. I’m talking to a *f*cking moron,* and you want to talk about *tedious?* You’re a f*cking idiot! I mean, I have students that are brighter than you!
JTO: …Well, uh, good for them, I’m not sure why they’d pay attention to you.
MA: Yeah, because I make sense!
JTO: So, the question that you asked—
MA: You know why they pay attention to me?
JTO: The question, that you asked—
MA: Because I’m *specific,* like an adult, and I make sense—
JTO: The question—
MA: And you’re a hypocritical, cowardly little b*tch, and I keep proving it to them! That’s why they pay attention to me! That’s why we hold these debates!
JTO: Look. This isn’t a debate!
MA: Public scrutiny!
JTO: (possibly a snort?) This isn’t a debate, sunshine!
MA: Oh it—it’s not, pumpkin?
JTO: No, no it’s not, sweetie-pie! This is [unintelligible]—
MA: Why not marshmallow? Tell me why marshmallow!
JTO: (almost flirtatiously) I’ll try. Are you gonna let me?
MA: Maybe buttercup, are you gonna keep cutting me off?! You—you notice again—you keep cutting me off–
JTO: I’ll tell you what—
MA: You keep cutting me off—
JTO: Hold up your hand—
MA: And *I’m* not crying!
JTO: When you’re ready for me to—
MA: I’m not crying like a little b*tch like you are
JTO: Go like this—
MA: (high voice) Ohhhh, you keep cutting me off!
JTO: Go like this when you’re ready for me to answer the question.
MA: Listen. Listen, you cowardly little b*tch. You notice how *you* keep crying about me cutting you off but I don’t cry when you cut me off? You notice that?
JTO: Well you, you *are* crying, I mean…
MA: Oh I am? I didn’t realize.
JTO: Get your camera up higher, so that you’re not hiding your eyes.
MA: What?! I’m sitting *forward!*
JTO: Well, lean back, or tilt your camera back, cause all I see is from—
MA: You don’t get to tell me what to do, you scared little b*tch!
JTO: This is what I see. This is what I see.
MA: Guess what? Guess what?
JTO: That’s what you look like right now.
MA: You’re a scared little *b*tch,* and you don’t answer my challenges, so what the *fuck* does it matter what position I sit in?
JTO: Well I do, it’s just that you can’t hear the answer because you won’t stop talking.
MA: Oh I “can’t hear the answer?” Maybe it’s because you’re a cowardly little b*tch and you won’t *answer!*
JTO: (laughs incredulously) Well, the question that I remember is do I want long form answers while the other person sits and waits for the answer—
MA: No!
JTO: –Or do I want people to just jump in back and forth on each other?
MA: Yes.
JTO: So, the answer that I gave you many times—
MA: No, you didn’t gave me many times you lying, f*cking f*ggot, you’re a liar! You’re a llllliar.
JTO: I yelled it at you many times—
MA: You didn’t give me that answer at all. You’re a *liar.*
JTO: Oh—(cleansing breath) Well, do you remember me shouting the word yes a couple minutes ago?
MA: No! Hey. Hey.
JTO: Do you?
MA: You f*cking idiot. *We have the tape here.* We could play it back for you.
JTO: Do you remember me sh—just, yes or no. Do you remember me shouting the word yes at you a few minutes ago?
MA: I remember you shouting incoherently. I don’t know what you were shouting.
JTO: I was shouting the word yes.
MA: I remember you getting butthurt and storming off.
JTO: The reason I shouted the word yes—
MA: I remember you storming off like a scared little b*tch! I remember that too!
JTO: Ah, god, you’re so tedious…
MA: (mockingly) Ah, god, so tedious! Again, I’m dealing with a f*cking idiot, I’m doing you the courtesy of dealing with *you.* Come on!
JTO: Why are you still in this conversation?
MA: Good question! You’re too *dumb* to be debating me! Are you kidding me?
JTO: No no no—why are you here, what’s your goal here?
MA: My goal? To educate a moron like you, to educate the general public!
JTO: That’s too vague. Be specific, what’s your goal?
MA: Too vague?
JTO: Too vague. What’s your specific goal—
MA: You are the last person to be lecturing anybody on vague and specific.
JTO: That’s—you’re changing the topic now.
MA: No I’m not!
JTO: So once again—you are changing the—
MA: I’m answering each challenge as it comes up you moron! It’s called being specific, you should learn how to do it!
JTO: (belches) No, you’re being vague. So, again—
MA: No, you’re burping!
JTO: What’s your goal?
MA: Uh, so, uh, sorry, I’m offended by your burping! I can’t answer any challenges anymore, cause you’re *burping.*
JTO: Okay, I’ll stop burping and I’ll just call you “little b*tch.” Would that make you feel better? I mean, we’re calling each other little b*tch now, right?
MA: No no no, I’m calling you a little b*tch cause you’re acting like a little b*tch, and I’m explaining why. I’m explaining—there’s a reason that I’m giving you, so it’s really a valid observation that you’re a little b*tch, because you’re a hypocrite and I keep pointing that out. You keep ignoring it.
JTO: Okay. So I’ve answered you question, what else do you want to know?
MA: You—you’ve answered what question?
JTO: The question—
MA: After I had to drag it out of you!
JTO: But, no, you talked over top of me every single time I tried to answer…
MA: No, you’re a, again, you’re a lying little b*tch. Okay. Let’s clear it up this time so we can proceed forward according to how you want to proceed forward. Now, be clear for the record. Which way do you want to proceed forward?
JTO: …And the two options are we each talk over top of one another—
MA: Mm-hm.
JTO: Or we ask a question and let the other person answer.
MA: Right.
JTO: The second! We ask a question and let the other person answer.
MA: All right. I agree to that—as long as *you* agree to that!
JTO: (incredulous pause) I just suggested it. Why wouldn’t I agree to that?
MA: No you didn’t suggest it! You’re a lying f*cking moron!
JTO: (garble)
MA: What are you talking about? I was the one who first shut up for your long stupid answer full of r*tarded assumptions—
JTO: (garble)
MA: –and didn’t interrupt it, and then I gave my answer, and when I started giving my answer—
JTO: We’ve already covered this ground, so let’s move forward.
MA: And when I started giving my answer—no, I, I’m covering your lie. I’m exposing your lie. Then when I gave my answer, you interrupted me. And that’s when I started lecturing you, about your own hypocrisy.
JTO: Well…if you stack four or five questions into one long rant, I’m going to answer them as they—
MA: Separate—well then should I answer all your idiotic assumptions in one long rant?
JTO: No, you should answer one of my idiotic assumptions. Just one.
MA: Just one. All right, I like how we have new rules! I didn’t know we had these specif—uh, interesting new rules where I’m only allowed to answer one of your idiotic assumptions—
JTO: No, I said I want you to answer only one, it’s not a rule, it’s, I just told you what I want.
MA: Okay great! I want a Ferrari!
JTO: I want you to answer—
MA: I want you to give me a Ferrari, cause I *want* it.
JTO: …No, uhhhh, let’s try to stay on topic—is this too—
MA: No! Let’s try to use your idiotic logic to make a *point* here!
JTO: My assumption is that the rhetoric you’ve presented suggests to me that you are a pick-up site. Now—
MA: We’ve answered this.
JTO: Oh, yeah, but the answer is cause I’m either moronic or socially incompetent or stupid or a b*tch—
MA: UNEDUCATED!
JTO: –or, any of the following.
MA: No no no. It’s—I gave a specific answer. It’s cause of your *lack of education.*
JTO: …My lack of education, do you happen to know what my level of education is?
MA: Yeah, it’s moron level!
JTO: (spit take, laughs incredulously)
MA: (imitates JTO’s laugh)
JTO: I wasn’t aware that that was a level of education!
MA: Yeah, I wasn’t, obviously I wasn’t either, but then I had to talk to you, how do you think I feel?
JTO: So—
MA: I thought you’d be an educated adult—
JTO: –if (garbled) education—
MA: –and able to construct a coherent point, and *follow your own rules!* That’s what I thought!
{fin}
Mr. Hembling presents his version of what happened during the debate here, but provides no link to a video.
Posted on August 9, 2013, in a voice for men, antifeminism, are these guys 12 years old?, douchebaggery, drama, funny, gender policing, infighting, johntheother, men who should not ever be with women ever, misogyny, MRA, YouTube and tagged a voice for men, antifeminism, men's rights, misogyny, MRA. Bookmark the permalink. 129 Comments.
Man, now I want a cupcake. Stupid MRAs, they make me hungry.
Actually, no, I want a brownie. And oreo pie. Someone make me an oreo pie, please.
Sorry, StarStorm, all I’ve got is some low-calorie “frozen dessert,” a failed experiment with my new ice cream maker.
This is the first time in John the Other’s life that he’s been the less annoying person in a conversation.
Mmm, as far as desserts go, I just baked a blackberry pie. With blackberries that Dr. Husbutt and I picked at the park! I can’t wait to devour it tomorrow!
The Manhood Academy (www.manhood101.com) is predictably horrible, although it touts itself as “the only worldwide social education center in existence today.” The free content consists mostly of video “debates” which consist of “Professor” calling his opponent “c**ts,” etc. I can’t imagine what abuse enrolled students are treated to for the 69 cents/day tuition.
David, please delete my repetitious posts. I seem to be on moderation?
I mean I have submitted basically the same comment three times and each one has “vaporized.” If all of them wind up posted I will seem even more deranged and repetitive than I normally am.
Keep telling yourself that, blackberry pie!
Keep telling yourself that, oreo!
Keep telling yourself that, frozen dessert!
Seriously though, I really never thought that John the Other would be the least stupid person in a conversation either. Manhood Academy deserves some kind of awfulness award for that. Don’t online debates usually have a moderator? Was someone there listening that let this go on for over an hour? Probably not, actually… I bet they would think a mod would be infringing on free speech or something.
La Strega — mod posts show (for you) as waiting in mod. If they aren’t there at all you can safely assume that WP was hungry and rejected your low calorie dessert in favor of your comments.
La Strega, I just fished one of your comments out of the spam filter. The Manhood *cademy guys are actually notorious spammers, so the spam filter probably grabbed it b/c you linked to them.
I can’t even summon up horror or disgust at this thing. It’s too amusing. My partner compared it to a “sketch comedy show”, and I agree very much.
Delurking with transcript. I cleaned up the language because I wasn’t sure what would trip the spam filter.
MA: You were threatening to rage-quit like a—
JTO: So here’s my an—here we go, ready? Ready for the answer?
MA: You were threatening to rage quit like a timid little b*tch.
JTO: Stick something in your mouth so you can hear with your ears, not your tongue.
MA: YOOOOUUUU, were threatening, to rage quit like a timid little b*tch to control the conversation, you were saying, [baby-talk] “If you say this one more time, I’m rage quitting outta here!” And look at you.
JTO: Oh, god—how f*cking old are you.
MA: Like a timid little b*tch, like a little girl—
JTO: No no, Let’s just pause, come on—
MA: You can’t—you can’t even keep your own word.
JTO: How old are you? *How old are you?*
MA: -you can’t even keep your own word. You notice you said, if I called you a b*tch one more time, you’d leave?
JTO: Yeah, because I wasn’t going to let you, I wasn’t going to let you—
MA: And, now you, now you didn’t. So you make empty threats so, you admit you’re a liar?
JTO: No, I was—
MA: You admit you’re a liar, basically?
JTO: …Kid, is this entire thing—
MA: Kid?! Yes Dad? Yes Daddy?
JTO: -Just to wind me up?
MA: What do you have to tell me Daddy?
JTO: And then when I’m finally fed up with you I leave—
MA: What Daddy?
JTO: -and then you go “Oh, rage quit?”
MA: What Daddy?
JTO: Is that the whole point of this whole f*cking exercise?
MA: What Daddy? Say that again Daddy?
JTO: …Kid! *Kid!*
MA: Yes, Daddy?
JTO: That’s what I called you!
MA: Yes Daddy?
JTO: Would you prefer I call you *toddler?* Child?
MA: Grandpa! Are we getting older now? Grandpa, what are you doing? Grandpa, check your pacemaker, it sounds like you’re getting angry.
JTO: Oh my pacemaker’s fine, son.
MA: Yeah? Grandpa, it sounds like your pacemaker’s getting angry.
JTO: Listen, listen, listen toddler, you little child…
MA: Grandpa, check your Depends undergarments. Check your Depends undergarments. Are they okay?
JTO: Would you like to go back to actually—
MA: Are they dry?
JTO: -letting me answer your question?
MA: Grandpa! Grandpa, are your Depends undergarments dry or not?
JTO: (long-suffering sigh)
MA: Don’t cry like a little b*tch! You act like a little b*tch and then you get frustrated! You’re frustrating yourself!
JTO: (derisive laugh)
MA: Go back to your Zen calm!
JTO: You’re—you’re so—
MA: Remember how you were Zen calm? Remember how you were lecturing everyone on how calm you were?
JTO: The longer this goes on—
MA: Remember—(misty exalted voice) ohhhhh! I’m Zen calm!
JTO: The longer this goes on, the more transparent you become!
MA: Uh—what a coincidence! It’s almost like we’re talking to a mirror here! Oh my god!
JTO: So? Do you want me to try to answer the question again, or are you gonna yap again?
MA: Well you want me to state the question clearly so you can give a clear answer?
JTO: No, I know what the question is!
MA: *Oh,* now you know, before you were just ignoring it!
JTO: …Well, I was trying to answer, and you were yapping over top of me—
MA: No you weren’t! You were acting like a scared little b*tch, ignoring it!
JTO: (long suffering) Oh, god. You’re so tedious.
MA: Ohhhh, god. Oh my gawd, you’re so put out. Oh, my gawwwwd, broooo. I have to give a logical answer-?
JTO: Tedious. Tedious.
MA: I have to give a—
JTO: Teeeedious.
MA: Yeah. I’m talking to a *f*cking moron,* and you want to talk about *tedious?* You’re a f*cking idiot! I mean, I have students that are brighter than you!
JTO: …Well, uh, good for them, I’m not sure why they’d pay attention to you.
MA: Yeah, because I make sense!
JTO: So, the question that you asked—
MA: You know why they pay attention to me?
JTO: The question, that you asked—
MA: Because I’m *specific,* like an adult, and I make sense—
JTO: The question—
MA: And you’re a hypocritical, cowardly little b*tch, and I keep proving it to them! That’s why they pay attention to me! That’s why we hold these debates!
JTO: Look. This isn’t a debate!
MA: Public scrutiny!
JTO: (possibly a snort?) This isn’t a debate, sunshine!
MA: Oh it—it’s not, pumpkin?
JTO: No, no it’s not, sweetie-pie! This is [unintelligible]—
MA: Why not marshmallow? Tell me why marshmallow!
JTO: (almost flirtatiously) I’ll try. Are you gonna let me?
MA: Maybe buttercup, are you gonna keep cutting me off?! You—you notice again—you keep cutting me off-
JTO: I’ll tell you what—
MA: You keep cutting me off—
JTO: Hold up your hand—
MA: And *I’m* not crying!
JTO: When you’re ready for me to—
MA: I’m not crying like a little b*tch like you are
JTO: Go like this—
MA: (high voice) Ohhhh, you keep cutting me off!
JTO: Go like this when you’re ready for me to answer the question.
MA: Listen. Listen, you cowardly little b*tch. You notice how *you* keep crying about me cutting you off but I don’t cry when you cut me off? You notice that?
JTO: Well you, you *are* crying, I mean…
MA: Oh I am? I didn’t realize.
JTO: Get your camera up higher, so that you’re not hiding your eyes.
MA: What?! I’m sitting *forward!*
JTO: Well, lean back, or tilt your camera back, cause all I see is from—
MA: You don’t get to tell me what to do, you scared little b*tch!
JTO: This is what I see. This is what I see.
MA: Guess what? Guess what?
JTO: That’s what you look like right now.
MA: You’re a scared little *b*tch,* and you don’t answer my challenges, so what the *fuck* does it matter what position I sit in?
JTO: Well I do, it’s just that you can’t hear the answer because you won’t stop talking.
MA: Oh I “can’t hear the answer?” Maybe it’s because you’re a cowardly little b*tch and you won’t *answer!*
JTO: (laughs incredulously) Well, the question that I remember is do I want long form answers while the other person sits and waits for the answer—
MA: No!
JTO: -Or do I want people to just jump in back and forth on each other?
MA: Yes.
JTO: So, the answer that I gave you many times—
MA: No, you didn’t gave me many times you lying, f*cking f*ggot, you’re a liar! You’re a llllliar.
JTO: I yelled it at you many times—
MA: You didn’t give me that answer at all. You’re a *liar.*
JTO: Oh—(cleansing breath) Well, do you remember me shouting the word yes a couple minutes ago?
MA: No! Hey. Hey.
JTO: Do you?
MA: You f*cking idiot. *We have the tape here.* We could play it back for you.
JTO: Do you remember me sh—just, yes or no. Do you remember me shouting the word yes at you a few minutes ago?
MA: I remember you shouting incoherently. I don’t know what you were shouting.
JTO: I was shouting the word yes.
MA: I remember you getting butthurt and storming off.
JTO: The reason I shouted the word yes—
MA: I remember you storming off like a scared little b*tch! I remember that too!
JTO: Ah, god, you’re so tedious…
MA: (mockingly) Ah, god, so tedious! Again, I’m dealing with a f*cking idiot, I’m doing you the courtesy of dealing with *you.* Come on!
JTO: Why are you still in this conversation?
MA: Good question! You’re too *dumb* to be debating me! Are you kidding me?
JTO: No no no—why are you here, what’s your goal here?
MA: My goal? To educate a moron like you, to educate the general public!
JTO: That’s too vague. Be specific, what’s your goal?
MA: Too vague?
JTO: Too vague. What’s your specific goal—
MA: You are the last person to be lecturing anybody on vague and specific.
JTO: That’s—you’re changing the topic now.
MA: No I’m not!
JTO: So once again—you are changing the—
MA: I’m answering each challenge as it comes up you moron! It’s called being specific, you should learn how to do it!
JTO: (belches) No, you’re being vague. So, again—
MA: No, you’re burping!
JTO: What’s your goal?
MA: Uh, so, uh, sorry, I’m offended by your burping! I can’t answer any challenges anymore, cause you’re *burping.*
JTO: Okay, I’ll stop burping and I’ll just call you “little b*tch.” Would that make you feel better? I mean, we’re calling each other little b*tch now, right?
MA: No no no, I’m calling you a little b*tch cause you’re acting like a little b*tch, and I’m explaining why. I’m explaining—there’s a reason that I’m giving you, so it’s really a valid observation that you’re a little b*tch, because you’re a hypocrite and I keep pointing that out. You keep ignoring it.
JTO: Okay. So I’ve answered you question, what else do you want to know?
MA: You—you’ve answered what question?
JTO: The question—
MA: After I had to drag it out of you!
JTO: But, no, you talked over top of me every single time I tried to answer…
MA: No, you’re a, again, you’re a lying little b*tch. Okay. Let’s clear it up this time so we can proceed forward according to how you want to proceed forward. Now, be clear for the record. Which way do you want to proceed forward?
JTO: …And the two options are we each talk over top of one another—
MA: Mm-hm.
JTO: Or we ask a question and let the other person answer.
MA: Right.
JTO: The second! We ask a question and let the other person answer.
MA: All right. I agree to that—as long as *you* agree to that!
JTO: (incredulous pause) I just suggested it. Why wouldn’t I agree to that?
MA: No you didn’t suggest it! You’re a lying f*cking moron!
JTO: (garble)
MA: What are you talking about? I was the one who first shut up for your long stupid answer full of r*tarded assumptions—
JTO: (garble)
MA: -and didn’t interrupt it, and then I gave my answer, and when I started giving my answer—
JTO: We’ve already covered this ground, so let’s move forward.
MA: And when I started giving my answer—no, I, I’m covering your lie. I’m exposing your lie. Then when I gave my answer, you interrupted me. And that’s when I started lecturing you, about your own hypocrisy.
JTO: Well…if you stack four or five questions into one long rant, I’m going to answer them as they—
MA: Separate—well then should I answer all your idiotic assumptions in one long rant?
JTO: No, you should answer one of my idiotic assumptions. Just one.
MA: Just one. All right, I like how we have new rules! I didn’t know we had these specif—uh, interesting new rules where I’m only allowed to answer one of your idiotic assumptions—
JTO: No, I said I want you to answer only one, it’s not a rule, it’s, I just told you what I want.
MA: Okay great! I want a Ferrari!
JTO: I want you to answer—
MA: I want you to give me a Ferrari, cause I *want* it.
JTO: …No, uhhhh, let’s try to stay on topic—is this too—
MA: No! Let’s try to use your idiotic logic to make a *point* here!
JTO: My assumption is that the rhetoric you’ve presented suggests to me that you are a pick-up site. Now—
MA: We’ve answered this.
JTO: Oh, yeah, but the answer is cause I’m either moronic or socially incompetent or stupid or a b*tch—
MA: UNEDUCATED!
JTO: -or, any of the following.
MA: No no no. It’s—I gave a specific answer. It’s cause of your *lack of education.*
JTO: …My lack of education, do you happen to know what my level of education is?
MA: Yeah, it’s moron level!
JTO: (spit take, laughs incredulously)
MA: (imitates JTO’s laugh)
JTO: I wasn’t aware that that was a level of education!
MA: Yeah, I wasn’t, obviously I wasn’t either, but then I had to talk to you, how do you think I feel?
JTO: So—
MA: I thought you’d be an educated adult—
JTO: -if (garbled) education—
MA: -and able to construct a coherent point, and *follow your own rules!* That’s what I thought!
{fin}
And now I want oreo pie…
I could only make it 30 seconds. I have to go put some ice on the burns I got from the stupid.
Falconer: My co-worker now thinks I am on drugs (more so than before I guess). Someone should link the “one minute cut” to the original to save others the pain of even 30 seconds.
I watched 4 minutes because I’m a masochist, sometimes. And then I remembered that I only have one life. Dear God, these guys are far gone!
48 seconds!!! I had to stop because I was laughing so hard!!
‘you’re just a little bitch! you’re a little bitch! you’re a whiny little bitch!’
El oh el, kids.
Hi, everybody. I’m knew here and love this site. I only made it about two minutes into the video. I kid you not, one of them said “It’s like talking to a mirror.”
This is (yet another) problem with MRAs. Looking at this mess of a “debate” and deciding that the problem was one of them needed to be more commanding and controlling only makes sense if the point of a debate isn’t to explore the pros and cons on different stances of an issue but to prove which debater is more masculine/alpha/powerful. That’s not exactly an intellectual approach you’ve got there.
If I can understand policy debate speed-reading just fine but when I listen to an eight minute cut of your debate and not have a clue as to what you’re actually arguing about, how assertive one of the participants was should be the least of your worries.
FFS, I have coached high school debate and even our angriest incoming freshmen picked up right away that loud and angry does not equal correct. I’d rather go argue with my five year old cousins than these guys. At least their arguments are fully formed and end in periods.
/debate rant
Those two have such high voices that they both don’t sound old enough to drive-I’m totally serious.
But I have to admit that I do enjoy, to some extent, the idea of two infantile MRA’s having a good catfight-they are both perfect representatives of their “movement”.
I think they were arguing about the form of the debate. I managed about 4 1/2 minutes but I did only have half my attention on it. It was like an extended version of Monty Python’s Argument Sketch.
All i can think of in response to this: http://youtu.be/pzhkPfZwk20
Seriously. Two toddlers throwing down during a hockey game. Although, I doubt these guys could last 30 seconds in an actual hockey game. Not even sure they’re smart enough to get a pair of skates laced.
“I’d rather go argue with my five year old cousins than these guys. At least their arguments are fully formed and end in periods.”
It’s true, and kids can be reasoned with if you know what they don’t want. Took my then 9 year old cousin and her younger sister to the barn near their house, my aunt, their grandmother, specifically said not to let them talk me into bringing home a kitten. Of course they tried, but “it’ll make grandma angry, and we don’t want that now do we?” got a pouted “no”.
These guys would just scream that that’s grandma’s problem. (FTR, grandma’s up to five cats, most either adopted her or the girls brought home, no more cats is completely reasonable…even if kittens less than a month old are just too damned cute)
Well they seem nice.
Hilariously, John the Otter’s post about the great debate on AVFM doesn’t provide a you tube link or any way to actually watch the debate. Of course it doesn’t.
It’s like this famous debate, only with two Daffy’s and more misogyny.
@Bee, I don’t know what possessed me to go over to AVfM and read that, but since I did I’ll just note that the current last comment on the thread is a rape joke targeted at the Manhood Academy “debater.”
Keep on hating men, MRAs!
Isn’t one the MRAs pet arguments something like “Women don’t care when men are raped in prison”, but then they actually make rape jokes about each other? Priceless!
“Isn’t one the MRAs pet arguments something like “Women don’t care when men are raped in prison”, but then they actually make rape jokes about each other? Priceless!”
The irony is depressing. What is wrong with these people?
Suddenly it’s funny to laugh at the idea of a man being raped if he is someone you don’t like? Their stupid, rabid hatred turns my stomach.
Everyone should scroll up to see the TRANSCRIPT by de-lurked lurker Thal! Thanks, Thal, and welcome!
Ick. These guys are so gross. Though, it only shows how little they actually care about men or people in general.
Thal, you are awesome. :3
Thal, and any other new or newly de-lurked boobzers, please accept your complimentary welcome package.
I lost it when he started calling JtO “daddy.”
reads transcript
Ha. Hahaha. Hahahahahahahahahaha!
Ahhhhahahahahahahahahahahaha!!
Hahahahahahahahaha *gasp* Hahahahahahahahahah *wheeze* Hhahaaaaahahahahahaha!
*gasp, choke, wipes tears*
You can’t buy that. You just can’t.
Thanks Thal.
Hi cobra commander! At my old job, they used to call me Viper. I ended up in charge of the place, so I guess you can call me Viper Boss.
We have something in common, our names are so alike! Here, have a feminist gold star. You can exchange it with JtO if you want, they have different scents when you scratch them (scented fucking gold stars!). I thought you’d like this one, it smells like strawberry-vanilla shortcake. I gave him pumpkin spice, because I thought he’d need comforting after the guy said he lied.
@Thal
*respect*
Thal, that was astonishing. Light years beyond the call of duty. I’m in awe.
Wow, thank you Thal! That was truly a labor of love. Possibly also of Herakles, but definitely of love.
Welcome to the commentariat!
Dragon Lady and Thal, welcome!
Thal, please accept one (1) gold-plated internets for transcribing that lot.
Never thought I’d see the day when JohnTheOtter came out looking more reasonable in a
screaming contestdebate than his opponent.The Augean stables, I’m thinking.
Um, what were they debating? I wasn’t able to figure it out - I admit that I was skimming the transcript by about halfway through…
I guess this is what MRAs mean when they claim that AVFM is “mainstream” and “moderate”. JtO really does sound a little less ridiculous than the other guy.
(Note that this is relative - it would be hard to find anyone who would come across more poorly than the second guy.)
The second guy makes Owly sounds like a fount of reasoned debate.
There isn’t even a moment of trying to be reasonable, he just launches right into the frothing rage and schoolyard taunts. I didn’t think it was possible to make JtO look like the better person, but this clown managed it.
“JTO: (long suffering) Oh, god. You’re so tedious.
MA: Ohhhh, god. Oh my gawd, you’re so put out. Oh, my gawwwwd, broooo. I have to give a logical answer–?
JTO: Tedious. Tedious.
MA: I have to give a—
JTO: Teeeedious.
MA: Yeah. I’m talking to a *f*cking moron,* and you want to talk about *tedious?* You’re a f*cking idiot!”
That about sums it up right there. This debate, and every debate with an MRA. There must be a template for this in their style booklet.
Hahaha just kidding. Really it’s that they aren’t very bright. And that they’re all trying to out-alpha one another too hard to actually act like people.
Well it depends. If the MRA is debating a woman, they usually end with “now get back in the kitchen and make me a sammich you misandric cuntt.”
Or at least that is my experience.
This sounds exactly like every conversation on Ventrilo during a World of Warcraft dungeon attempt.
Alice: yeah, I was leaving out a lot of gendered specifics. These dudes really are basically a broken record.
RE: thebionicmommy
And that video is exactly what it is like to take a long car ride with small children in the backseat.
SO TRUE. That thing gave me horrible memories of car trips as a small child with our little brother.
And wow, Thal, that was intense. I couldn’t even READ through it. Just… it’s like an old macro I saw of a small child and a llama screaming at each other. Whoever wins, they both lose.
@kittehserf
The Augean stables if instead of shoveling the shit, he had to sort and label it.
Thal — welcome! And btw, it’s perfectly fucking okay to say fuck here, the rest of what you censored probably would’ve gone caught in the mod filter. Fuck? That’s like, the word of the
dayweekmonthyearfuck it, eternity around here.If that made no sense blame my fish, other than dinner this is my first break in 12 hours. Otoh, we’re all set to go on the 10g -> 30g swap tomorrow!
So basically… they spent 8 minutes… arguing over whether or not they should argue over one another in their debate that they are right now having.
Oh wait, no actually, they spent 8 minutes arguing over whether JtO is too much of a whiny little bitch to answer a question about whether they should argue over one another in the debate that they are right now having.
This is very meta.
I’m kind of wondering how this recording even got out. Did JtO put it out there on purpose because he thought it made him look good, or something? Because looking better than that Manhood dude =/= looking good.
Wow, thanks for the welcome everybody! *shy wave* Getting that typed out was RIDICULOUS. All that crosstalk, oy…
@Falconer, kittehserf, karalora
Well, I used to be a stablehand, so this isn’t the first time I’ve shoveled this sort of thing, lol.
@Argenti
Yeah, I figured a few f-bombs wouldn’t be a problem, but I thought the sheer volume + length might suggest “frothing troll” so, yeah…I was taking no chances with that monstrosity.
So surreal to see JtO be the one trying to (grumpily) have a productive debate, and then of course he gets more poo flung at him and the hilarity just goes on. My favorite part is when they start screaming at each other over whose idea it was to take turns answering questions in a civilized fashion. I just couldn’t, it was perfect.
Thal — former stablehands unite!
Once I dug out four stalls in a barn that had been neglected for years. Literally a foot of compacted shit covering the entire floor of each 10′x10′ stall (more than a foot in the stalls that had been inhabited longer).
Still not as terrible as listening to, much less transcribing, this nonsense had to have been. You are a brave soul and have well earned your respect!
Thal you are my hero. I needed the laugh today. The stupid still burns, but at least the comedy produced by utter lack of self awareness is there to soothe.
@guffaw-ferrets
Oof. Now THAT sounds like an undertaking. Just out of curiosity, how did you manage it? And were the horses ok? *fist-bump of grimy solidarity*
This particular turd paid for itself in helpless head-in-hands giggling. Such concentrated foolishness… I needed a lot of pineapple pizza to get through it, but the entertainment and you guys’ being so awesome definitely made it worthwhile.
@marci
Trust me, I needed the laugh too. This also helped.
Thal has kitty avatar!
Ceiling Cat is pleased.