So I’m sure some of you have heard about the recent SNL sketch regarding MRAs and the MRM, titled “Jewelry Party”. Normally I wouldn’t bother with things like this as, well, they’re supposed to be comedy and I try not to take jokes seriously.
But in this case, it’s not actually comedy because, well, there’s no actual jokes. I’m 1:38 seconds in and the closest thing to a “joke” they’ve given is the man, Bruce, remarking how he “didn’t expect to be the only male” at the party.
Now, this may just be my own personal feeling, but it also seems like the man’s partner is being purposefully portrayed as if she is stupid. The implication seems to be that the only women willing to associate with MRAs are stupid, which I find kind of ironic.
They also fall into the trope of MRAs being “nice guys” without actually saying it. Bruce’s partner says that she usually went for the “massive, muscled guys”, and that Bruce “convinced” her.
This is all just a minute and a half in. There’s still 4 more minutes of this sketch to go.
Only 2:15 seconds into this and they already bring up the widely debunked wage gap bull shit. Bruce says “I fight for the right to be paid more… if you’re a man.”
I wonder how many other already-debunked things they’re going to throw into this.
Just an aside: Bruce’s girlfriend in this sketch makes it all very hard to even listen to. This whole sketch so far has just done nothing but make me cringe from the awkward. None of this is funny.
"Hey Bruce lemme guess: When you were 18 some girl broke your heart and that’s how you go into your male activism."
"That is an accurate description, yes."
Yup, definitely the “nice guy” trope.
Wonderful. On we go.
"He shut down 2 Planned Parenthoods!"
I’m sorry, but how does this even apply to MRAs? If this applies to anyone it would apply to Traditionalists, which I’m pretty sure MRAs don’t like either.
MRAs, by and large, do not have any issue with abortion or a woman’s right to one. What they want, is the right for men to have their own options in the event that *they* don’t want the child. Options that, unlike now, do *not* rest in the hands of the person carrying the child.
And no, these options do not include being able to have a say in whether or not a woman can get an abortion.
Fucking christ, this is just going to get worse I know it.
Bruce: “I acknowledge that you are way out of my league, and that I have deceived you by omission.”
The whole “MRAs can’t get women” trope. How predictable.
Can we shut down SNL please? This is just fucking horrible. Did anyone, even Feminists, actually think any part of this sketch was the slightest bit funny?
And there’s the “MRAs are virgins” trope.
Also, is this sketch meant to make Bruce seem racist? I feel like that’s what they’re trying to do with all the intermittent “spanish” words he uses.
Marisol: “I’m not physically attracted to you. I miss the massive guys, and sex with you is no good.”
This is just getting sad at this point.
Bruce has left, is walking home and leaving the car for Marisol, and she immediately talks about going out and getting a massive guy to fuck, which all the other women cheer.
That was quite possibly the most idiotic “comedy” sketch I have ever heard. Never have I forced myself to watch something so demonstrably unfunny.
There weren’t even any real points made in this video. It tried to paint MRAs as being against equal pay and abortions, and as pathetic guys who can’t get laid, none of which are true.
It’s basically fucking Tumblr Feminism in video form, and it sounds even worse than it does when I read that shit on here.
Fucking hell. I need a drink.
Your lips -
Your rose, crackling, lips
And your skin -
Your soft, freckled, skin
Your smell -
Sleepy mornings and cotton
And your laugh -
Smoker’s chest and brittle breath
Your thoughts -
Your butterflies in a brain
And your love -
Your swelling heart of gold
Are just that:
— For anonymous. (via paralian)
sometimes just your hand
brushing against my thigh
while others carry on oblivious
excites me more than anything.
it doesn’t matter that we’re
fully clothed, barely touching,
a thrill rushes through me like a shock.
the force of your gaze penetrates me;
you make me blush with just your eyes
and the lightest touch upon my thighs.
We live in an age where everyone has a camera on them one way or another and information is spread around the globe at the speed of light and the degree at which we apply and regard security is at an all time high….
…. and somehow a two hundred feet long, three hundred thousand pound aircraft carrying two hundred and thirty-nine souls has completely vanished.
Our tiny blue marble has become frighteningly huge in the worst way possible
Anonymous asked: you can have a bunny, but to survive he drains the color/life out of all veggies.
wheres the bad part