Guest Post: SJWs Empowering Ugliness – Both Inside and Out

In the ever-continuing battle against Social Justice Warrior wankery takes us to the dank basements of their puny brains, in which they attempt to denigrate and demean every man for not cheapening their ideals by choosing the ugliest, the most worthless among them and lying to themselves and the world about their value.

I’ve written about this type of woman before – the type that fetishizes her victimhood and tries to force society to accept not her virtues, but her oozing sores!

As I have stated before, I’m hardly the supermodel type. I have my flaws, much like anyone else, and I claim them. I work to change them when appropriate, and I accept them when I can’t. I’m not supermodel thin – far from it – but I’m stronger than your average female, I hike, I shoot, and when needed, I can fight. I work hard at losing weight and keeping healthy, a feat made more difficult by a hypoactive thyroid post-treatment with radioactive iodine and poly-cystic ovarian syndrome. I’m not a stick figure. I have curves. But I eat right and I work out, to prevent blimpage.

I don’t worry about whether or not men find me attractive. It’s enough that my husband does. But I certainly don’t demand that men change their standards of what they consider beauty, just so I feel better about being overweight, and then call them names for not abiding by my diktats!

And now, my buddy Jon – a fellow military vet and writer – tells it from a man’s point of view. I urge you to read it, because you should have this perspective from someone who is marginalized by the SJW and Howler Monkey movement as sexist, misogynist, privileged, racist, *insert stupid label here*, but who is, in fact, an intelligent, loving husband and father who has something to say.

Even as feminazis screech from the battlements of Fortress Tolerance about how men are awful for not accepting every body style without hesitation, there are some musicians and performers understand that we the paying customers like to see certain things.
If women truly desired thin gawky useless pajama boys that parade around in urban outfitter murder hobo gear, there would be swathes of movies about such men. Instead what we see is Rambo, Thor, Dr. Strange, Creed, 13 Hours.

If all men truly were supposed to enjoy the feminist ideal of the female physique, then Ghostbusters the remake should have sold tickets and outsold every other movie in existence.

But it didn’t. Because all men are different. And different is not bad. My friend Jason is married to a lovely brunette reminiscent of Natalie Portman. Another friend, Roy, prefers southern women. I think his wife Cheryl could be considered the most perfect archetype of Southern Dame with whom I have ever been privileged to speak. I like musically talented blondes – I married a band geek. Or as my wife puts it – she’s a band geek who married the biggest jock she could find.

Nonetheless, we chose those things for ourselves, and feminazis cannot stand choice – at least where other people are concerned. Why? Because so often those choices don’t include them. If you haven’t taken a look at Alexandra Erin, her writing, and her Twitter feed, go ahead and do so. Now ask yourself two questions:

1) Is there anything desirable about that personality? At all?
2) Is there anything physically desirable about that physique?

The answer to both – for me – is no. Rather than change unacceptable or unattractive behavior or appearance though, the modern feminazis refuse to admit fault with anything related to their current status in life. They are the epitome of zero-defect model carried out to its fullest. In their mindset, if they admit anything, physically or mentally even emotionally, is wrong with them, they are entirely invalidated as a person. More so, their movement is invalidated, and that cannot happen. Ever. Therefore nothing is wrong, and that 380 pound behemoth in trouble glasses with hair that looks like she got bukkaked by unicorns is entirely “normal” and “healthy.”

Nobody wants them around, for a long list of reasons, therefore the only means they feel that they have to gain the acceptance they crave is to force people to like and accept them. Hence all the stupidity of the last 3 years. I hear so much about fat shaming, but and very little about the fit women who get copious amounts of grief piled on them socially because they dare to post pictures of themselves in good shape and physical ability.

A progressive’s response to this would be, “Well Jon, you’re just being prejudiced against bigger women.”

Haha.

My wife currently weighs as much as I do. Because of the stress and circumstances of the last year, she has not lost an ounce of pregnancy weight.

For a time she actually refused to have sex with me because she didn’t feel pretty enough to be in bed with me. The matter has since been rectified; I took her on a date, just the two of us, sat her down and said, “Honey, I love you. You are the mother of my children and my every fantasy. I burn for you in a way that can only be expressed with my actions. Weight can be lost over time, you’re still the woman who stole my heart at midnight on a beach in Hawaii.” There was no further arguing. Part of what will happen when we move to our new place is that we’ll be working together to both lose weight. She wants to wear a sexy red dress for the Birthday Ball next year. A professional seamstress I’m friends with will be getting a visit to her studio next summer to get my wife fitted with some of her brilliant handiwork. I personally would like to be 100 pounds lighter and be able to properly dance the night away with my bride.
We made that choice together, we choose to change together. It’s how relationships work and thrive and grow.

Having said all that, I turn back to my original point.

Who here has watched Britney Spears new music video “Slumber Party”? Don’t be embarrassed if you have. It’s a well-executed piece of work. Speaking as a father, I hope my daughter does not choose to flaunt herself in such fashion, mainly for her own dignity and peace of mind. The girl from the “Stacey’s Mom” music video walked away from a potential career in entertainment because she was so severely stalked by perverts. Speaking as a man, I appreciate the dancing ability and beauty displayed throughout Britney’s performance in the video. I admit that because as a man, I’m hard-wired that way.

The sight of a lovely lady exuding such a sensuous performance is one which pleases me – just as the sight of my wife dancing at the Birthday Ball in an evening gown made me extremely happy. Speaking as a Marine… thank God we live in America where women can wear whatever the hell they want! OORAH!

I continue to encourage the fight against these SJW types because I want for my son to grow up and express himself intelligently without being berated by these fascist jackasses just because he likes (as an example) a hot busty blonde in thigh high leather boots and a sexy mini dress. He should free to make that choice and enjoy it of his own accord. Just as I am free to make out with my wife playing some old Alabama, naughty Britney Spears and maybe a pinch of Prince.

Let the angry hippos high on Fortress Tolerance prattle and bray; we are bringing our mortars and howitzers into position. Let us tear them down and drive them from our midst, for we as a society can do quite a bit better without the feckless oxygen thieves in our midst.

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