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forumwhore 
Fear Me, I Am Change.
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Posted on: Jun. 30 2002,11:10 |
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Jeez what an attitude! What would you think of her?
Why does she bother running an ad? Maybe she needs to be dominated....
"Reply to: anon-4490297@craigslist.org
Date: Sat Jun 29 13:16:26 2002
An open Letter to the Tall White Guys:
You work with me nearly everyday. But to say that you know me would be incorrect. I’m the woman who ultimately stands between you and your dreams of how the world should really be. And I want you to know that I’m on to you.
I’m the professional woman in the next office, the secretary down the hall, the girl who cleans your home, the peer who sits next to you at the board meetings. I’m the one who stands beside you in the campus cafeteria, who counsels students, or patients, or home buyers, or social work clients. We work together but separately because you are too consumed by your own privilege to notice who I am, in my heart.
Yes, I can sense your delight when I’m being charming, as I’ve been taught to be in front of men. But your amusement is tinged with suspicion and trepidation. Your smile is tight-lipped, your body tense, even as you chuckle at my unpredictable sense of humor. In private, you seem to appreciate the keen observations I make about our business, but you often stare wide-eyed at me when I’m speaking, as if you’d never heard a woman think out loud before in a linear fashion.
We are friends, in a way, but we can never expand that peer-to-peer connection beyond a razor-thin collegial façade. Because when you get together with the other TWGs – tall white guys who used to rule the world – your suspicions of me come flooding forth in a torrent of misplaced boyhood fears. You’ll be quick to protest that the TWG concept is just another stereotype, but you are wrong. Unfortunately, I have the scars to prove it.
The TWGs talk down to me or over me or through me, or around me, and you follow suit. They roll their eyes or rudely sigh aloud if I deign to contradict them, no matter how gently, and you sit silently staring at the floor. They even claim my ideas as their own, interrupt my comments, tune out when I’m not on their precise wavelength, snicker at the observations I make. And that’s not all.
Together, you and all the other TWGs shut me out of key decisions, attempting to nullify my authority. You send conspiratorial emails to each other about issues that directly impact my job, planning your next moves in a game that I am too busy working to take notice of. You gather for secret lunches, buttonhole each other on the sidewalk, in the men’s room, the gym, the athletic club dining room. You whisper and stare, or you talk loudly and back-slap, congratulating each other on the dubious achievement of avoiding open and honest communication.
I’ve been to business or medical or law school just like you, and I’ve got credentials that are as good as the ones your frequently tout. What I don’t have is a raging ego, a killer instinct, or a penis. I mention the latter because you don’t have to study Freud to recognize the importance of size in your world. It shows in the way you crowd shorter men to emphasize your height. It comes out in that gee-I-pity-her look you throw toward women who are overweight or don’t otherwise fit your imperial standards of beauty. And in the curious way you deal with men of color, or, who may dress like you but somehow aren’t cut from the same cloth. They seem to threaten you in ways that surpass understanding, ways that I find amusing.
Not that you have to be a tall or white or even a guy to be a TWG. They actually come in all sizes and colors and both genders. The short ones, the ones of color and the women who emulate you are three times as obnoxious. They know they’ve got to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that they belong in the worlds of TWGs despite their obvious deficiencies, and they work hard at being they kind of double-talking backstabbers of whom you can be proud.
You’re probably feeling a sudden craving for the sports page right about now. But before you turn away, I just want to ask if you treat your mother, your wife or, God forbid, your daughter this way? Do you dismiss them with a wave of your TWG hand? Do you teach them to be charming, to smile pleasantly, while protecting your professional or social interests? Do you talk endlessly and incessantly about your plans, your problems and your dreams while ignoring theirs? In short, are you a royal pain in the butt at home as well as at work? And how does it feel to know that this is what your wife and your daughter face every day from someone who looks a lot like you?
We all know you are blissfully unaware of what you’re doing. That’s part of your prerogative: to not notice the disastrous impact you can have on others, to see only what you want to see, to marginalize the rest of the world. Perhaps you learned this from your father, the TWG who taught you all that you know and who treated your sister with studied indifference. Whatever. We grow weary of your arrogance.
We want you to know that the world you survey from on high is changing faster than your failing eyesight can detect. Do you spy that small but growing band of unappreciated and mistreated women on the horizon? We are the people who really run the world, who do the work that makes life worth living. Soon, very soon, we will be marching your way, bringing our intuition and our anger along with our compassion to a boardroom, a clinic, a classroom, a hospital or an all-staff retreat near you. And, when we finally arrive, it’s safe to say that based on the way we’ve been treated, we’ll be taking very few TWGs as prisoners.
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it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
this is in or around LA
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Posting from; El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reina de Los Angeles de Porciuncula
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Vigilante
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I think Beldurin knows what to do with her. 
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He says turn the other cheek, but that seems kind of weak
I just want to beat up, beat up the meek
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Wiley
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Posted on: Jun. 30 2002,18:06 |
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| Quote (Vigilante @ 30 June 2002,04:12) | | I think Beldurin knows what to do with her. devil.gif |
And no lube for this one.
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Marauder
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Posted on: Jun. 30 2002,19:14 |
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| Quote (Wiley @ 30 June 2002,10:06) | | And no lube for this one. |
Funny, though I wouldn't think she'd take it if offered.
It seems what we've stumbled upon was written by a feminist, probably of sub-normal height, probably working in maintenance or a secretarial job, and with an acute little-big-man complex.
I can understand if women don't like their stereotypical role of simply maintaining the house and children(which would drive me insane withing 48 hours), but 'women's lib' died when women were allowed suffrage. Now the only feminists left seem to want us to let them run the place. And I shudder to think what role such bigotted people would assign US to.
Perscription for author unknown: Go get laid and look for a better job.
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I'm a Mechwarrior enthusiast - I insist that no one may have a fight without a 20+ ton walking war machine. It's just not civilized.
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Beldurin
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Posted on: Jun. 30 2002,20:01 |
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| Quote (Vigilante @ 30 June 2002,06:12) | | I think Beldurin knows what to do with her. |
I just fell out of my chair laughing!!!
yes, yes I do know what she needs. say it with me, folks: bend her over the couch...
<Chasing Amy> What she needs is a serious deep dicking </Chasing Amy>
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If someone's ungrateful and you tell him he's ungrateful, okay, you've called him a name.
You haven't solved anything.
-- zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance
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waltre
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Posted on: Jun. 30 2002,20:19 |
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I hate reading shite like this. I used to try my hardest to be civil (1) to girls because reading things like this make you think showing heaps of respect will get you laid.
But we all know that the disrespectful redneck who has his own caravan will always get the girl over the good bloke (2).
Perhaps all this girl wants is someone to slap her 'round a bit?
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(1) Civilised, as in, don't come in a girl's eyes intentionally.
(2) Status pending.
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Is it bad luck to take a dump on a seagull?
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forumwhore
Fear Me, I Am Change.
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How is it I know in my heart of hearts she cannot enjoy life?
I think the word for that is:
anhedonia
"inability to experience pleasure"
I guarantee you some bad dates are ahead for her.
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Posting from; El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reina de Los Angeles de Porciuncula
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Marauder
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I dunno, FW. Having read it again, it sounds more like a personal issue disguised under feminism. I mean, I know some feminists, but this is highly unlike anything I've heard from them. It's openly agressive. I've never known an outwardly agressive feminist. Just highly opinionated ones.
Having read the thing again, I'd say it was written by someone who was very angry, but chose to hide their anger behind feminist prejudice, probably as a way of making it less direct or specific.
Conclusion: Somebody screwed her boss and got burned. 
New perscription for author unknown: Get laid by somebody else and look for a better job. Oh, and lose the cammouflage undies and riding crop.
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I'm a Mechwarrior enthusiast - I insist that no one may have a fight without a 20+ ton walking war machine. It's just not civilized.
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kuru
Detonate.net's 9mm wielding geek-hit-Goddess
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Sounds just like every feminist I've ever met.
There's a reason they're called feminazis or feminasties, and it's because their true agenda is hatred and discrimination against men in all aspects of life.
They even hate and discriminate against women who refuse to treat men like shit, say that those women pander to the patriarchy or are 'male identified' and basically want to rip the testicles off of anything in sight.
There are mean, hateful, sexist bigoted assholes in this world, and those people are called feminists.
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kuru
'dancing is the vertical expression of horizontal desire.'
-robert frost
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Crafty Butcher
My legs! My legs! I can't feel my legs
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Posted on: Jul. 01 2002,15:50 |
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| Quote (kuru @ 01 July 2002,14:24) | | There are mean, hateful, sexist bigoted assholes in this world, and those people are called feminists. |
shit...and i thought they were republicans. no wonder i haven't been getting laid
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even if his brain wasn't mush - which it is - he chewed out his own tongue a long time ago
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