So I have had a little rather amusing running commentary with an avowed feminist, and it’s been rather amusing. In fairness to her I have to say that she has managed to hang in there rather good naturally and has not run off in a rage-huff, but, as you will see, readers… there is a reason for that.
Anyway, let us start at the beginning, because it’s funny.
On the post that has gone totally viral , now heading towards 20k views, probably due to some messed up algorithm thinking I was talking about the tragedy of the plight of women or something, there have now been over 300 comments. Some are insightful, some idiotic, a few were so unhinged, or simply trying to farm my views to their substack with comments that had nothing to do with the post that I had several happy instaban moments, which I love doing to the morons that occasionally wander into my substack thinking they can say whatever without being immediately kicked out for good.
Anyway, here are the comments that are relevant to this post.
Which prompted Pythia to pipe up again… thus:
Now, you need to do one of those time warp things here and know there was a prior little back and forth between us, which you sort of need for context, so here it is:
So now, that you have the background, back to this:
to which I replied in kind, and wondered if she’d still carry on, or if she would go off in a red-faced and guilt ridden huff with her hand firmly lodged between her legs.
So, as I say, she has, in fairness, managed to keep a little humour going. I mean, yeah, we know she’s here for the tingles, and not the laugh, or the stats, but hey… educating people about how uneducated feminists are is sort of a Noblesse Oblige kind of thing, so….
Here you go, let’s look at some stats eh?
SO… who is it that doesn’t look at stats, ? Like I said in the original post, it doesn’t MATTER if you don’t agree. It doesn’t MATTER if you like it. It doesn’t MATTER how YOU feel about it. That is what is and will happen. And those four choices are essentially the four choices left to women in the West at the statistically significant overwhelming majority of cases.
But I can tell you ONE thing that doesn’t require any statistics, and does make me laugh, because we all know it’s true. Whenever Pythia next has sex, we know who she’ll be thinking about, don’t we? And it’s not her boyfriend.
Which is why I expect her to carry on commenting here possibly for weeks and months. If she keeps being at least a little entertaining I may keep her around for a bit. Knowing I am probably safe from her turning up on my doorstep requesting I ravish her to “prove her point”. Or mine. Or just “ANYTHING PLEASE! JUST DO IT!”
You know she’s reading this and getting excited with a smile on her face. You know it, I know it, she knows it.
So there may be hope for her yet. She MIGHT, in time, possibly, evolve into a good and witty wife. I mean we have no evidence she can make sandwiches, and roam around a kitchen properly barefoot and pregnant, as, of course, we manly men expect of them, but in time, she may realise her duty to the West, and the Patriarchy she so desperately wants to be “oppressed” by.
PS: This is without a doubt the softest Kurganing I have ever done. Not a scalping at all, barely a bit of a hair pull and a light spanking.
DOWN Pythia! DOWN. No, not that way… oh dammit… it’s like an enthusiastic puppy. Luckily it’s only across the digital aether, because you don’t know what bunnies could be boiled otherwise.
This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here
