Janet Bloomfield, of evil JudgyBitch notoriety, just posted an article, “12 Ways to Spot a Masculist.” It is a parody piece based on article from Psychology Today, “12 Ways to Spot a Misandrist.” He takes the Psychology Today article and switches the term “masculist” for “misandrist” and switches the sexes. Recommending reading of both articles is indicated. They are both telling, and reading the first before the second makes Janet’s all the more punchy.
But it did get me to thinking, which makes everyone around me nervous. Since JB’s piece was a parody, we are still left without a definitive list of the 12 ways to spot a masculist that was written with that intent (even though his takedown of Psychology Today is convincing enough).
I wanted to end whatever confusion there may be about the subject and give you the definitive 12 ways to spot a masculist here, but even that is incomplete for the purposes of the MHRM. What we need here is 12 ways to spot a male gynocentrist, and that is what we shall have.
He insists on taking the softest, lowest paying job he can, uses that as the excuse for depending on women to finance his social life, and bitches endlessly that he is not being paid fairly.
He talks to you while wearing a blouse cut so low you can see his navel, then leans over directly in front of you to indignantly point out where his eyes are.
His idea of how to protect men from sexual assault is to strip bare and use a marker to write “This is not an invitation to rape!” across his tits.
He tells you that he is oppressed, pausing to text Daddums that he needs another deposit before spring break.
He spends 45 minutes at dinner reminding you he does not need a woman, then looks the other way when the check arrives.
He waxes endlessly about his empowerment and agency, then wilts like day old flowers when someone disagrees with him on Twitter.
He expects you to lavish him with wining, dining and expensive gifts, just to spend time with him, then looks you in the eye and denies he is a prostitute.
When you tell his no to something, the shock on his face triggers a Richter measurement and the expected shaking of the ground.
When someone infantilizes him, he does not put an end to it. Instead he sits there giggling and giddy, like a school boy who got away with something he wasn’t supposed to.
When you put a stack of irrefutable evidence and logic in front his that everything forming his worldview is false, he falls silent, starts to tremble, then suddenly turns into Captain Queeg.
His idea of open debate is brigading Twitter accounts he does not like and having them taken down.
He reads this article, then turns to you and says there are not really twelve items here because numbers are a matriarchal construct and not really real.
Now, we could do a list of the 12 ways to spot a female gynocentrist, but we really don’t need to. Just take a look at the list above and spot the gals who are standing there with their thumbs up their butts, allowing it to happen.