Apr 26, 2026
Post #110
"My sense of humor is a feminist."
That’s how a Bumble match signed off in our chat yesterday.
Her profile said a lot primarily that she was looking for something casual.
A T-shirt emblazoned with "Your Dad is calling me Daddy" raised quite a few questions right from the start.
Then there were some intriguing photos taken from behind, and one where she was standing next to a guy, showing off her pierced tongue. A photo that *could* potentially be deemed risqué... but then again, what do I know?
First, I was asked to introduce myself what kind of music I’m into, and what kind of guy I am. *Hmm*, I thought to myself, *she probably won't be able to glean much from my Spotify playlist.*
So, I told her about my passion for music something she, apparently, couldn't care less about. She wanted to read about what *kind* of guy I was. Since she kept dropping only three or four words at a time in the chat, my own replies became shorter and snappier, too. I described myself as "self-aware" and mentioned that I’m capable of dishing out some brutally honest truths.
She completely glossed over the "self-aware" part and zeroed in on the "mean" stuff. She wanted to know: was I "honestly mean," or just "meanly honest"?
Since she apparently couldn't grasp the concept of self-aware thinking, I explained again that I simply speak the truth; I’m not trying to be hurtful.
However, I wrapped that explanation up in a joke. A joke that according to her profile, at least she really *should* have understood.
After all, the opening line on her profile went like this: "If you’re looking for something casual, you’re going to love my thighs."
That joke alone made her worth swiping right on. But after I responded to her little wordplay "honestly mean or meanly honest?" with the line, "Well, *now* I’m horny" (plus a laughing emoji), it seemed she completely lost interest.
She then suggested I should go masturbate before our "horny date."
She seemed to be trying to bait me with sexual topics to exploit that stereotypical male "dependency." But that kind of thing doesn't work on me anymore.
So, I simply wrote back that I’d already done exactly that.
Realizing that she was deeply insecure and lacked any sense of inner direction, I once again highlighted my "wicked, unintentional triggers" which, fundamentally, are based entirely on humor.
However, she insisted that *her* sense of humor was "feminist." She claimed that what I had written was simply no longer acceptable in this day and age. She even went so far as to say she would have gone on a date with me *if only* I had expressed myself differently.
Everything about this screams of extreme loneliness; these women are constantly on the hunt for flaws and transgressions.
They are at war with their own bodies and faces, and they seek out reasons to put the entire male world on trial.
That isn't humor; it is a manufactured victim mentality. If people are constantly scouring every single sentence for signs of disparagement, they will never be able to recognize anything uplifting.
We are being conditioned by our society to look for enemies. That is precisely what we have been trained to do.
This is especially true in the current emotionally charged climate an era in which women have taken the lead.
Sadly, they have cast themselves in the role of the ultimate victims.
They construct a victim narrative around every minor insecurity. Whether they feel underrepresented or simply misunderstood, they position themselves as the true victims of society. Not the destitute people on the streets oh no; rather, it is *they* lost in their feminist fantasies who are desperate for the kind of attention they never received as children.
So, I’m out... I don’t need anyone anymore.
This female world is utterly schizophrenic so afflicted by its own pathology that it is completely incapable of seeing itself clearly. "Call me Daddy" has absolutely nothing to do with feminism.
That’s how a Bumble match signed off in our chat yesterday.
Her profile said a lot primarily that she was looking for something casual.
A T-shirt emblazoned with "Your Dad is calling me Daddy" raised quite a few questions right from the start.
Then there were some intriguing photos taken from behind, and one where she was standing next to a guy, showing off her pierced tongue. A photo that *could* potentially be deemed risqué... but then again, what do I know?
First, I was asked to introduce myself what kind of music I’m into, and what kind of guy I am. *Hmm*, I thought to myself, *she probably won't be able to glean much from my Spotify playlist.*
So, I told her about my passion for music something she, apparently, couldn't care less about. She wanted to read about what *kind* of guy I was. Since she kept dropping only three or four words at a time in the chat, my own replies became shorter and snappier, too. I described myself as "self-aware" and mentioned that I’m capable of dishing out some brutally honest truths.
She completely glossed over the "self-aware" part and zeroed in on the "mean" stuff. She wanted to know: was I "honestly mean," or just "meanly honest"?
Since she apparently couldn't grasp the concept of self-aware thinking, I explained again that I simply speak the truth; I’m not trying to be hurtful.
However, I wrapped that explanation up in a joke. A joke that according to her profile, at least she really *should* have understood.
After all, the opening line on her profile went like this: "If you’re looking for something casual, you’re going to love my thighs."
That joke alone made her worth swiping right on. But after I responded to her little wordplay "honestly mean or meanly honest?" with the line, "Well, *now* I’m horny" (plus a laughing emoji), it seemed she completely lost interest.
She then suggested I should go masturbate before our "horny date."
She seemed to be trying to bait me with sexual topics to exploit that stereotypical male "dependency." But that kind of thing doesn't work on me anymore.
So, I simply wrote back that I’d already done exactly that.
Realizing that she was deeply insecure and lacked any sense of inner direction, I once again highlighted my "wicked, unintentional triggers" which, fundamentally, are based entirely on humor.
However, she insisted that *her* sense of humor was "feminist." She claimed that what I had written was simply no longer acceptable in this day and age. She even went so far as to say she would have gone on a date with me *if only* I had expressed myself differently.
Everything about this screams of extreme loneliness; these women are constantly on the hunt for flaws and transgressions.
They are at war with their own bodies and faces, and they seek out reasons to put the entire male world on trial.
That isn't humor; it is a manufactured victim mentality. If people are constantly scouring every single sentence for signs of disparagement, they will never be able to recognize anything uplifting.
We are being conditioned by our society to look for enemies. That is precisely what we have been trained to do.
This is especially true in the current emotionally charged climate an era in which women have taken the lead.
Sadly, they have cast themselves in the role of the ultimate victims.
They construct a victim narrative around every minor insecurity. Whether they feel underrepresented or simply misunderstood, they position themselves as the true victims of society. Not the destitute people on the streets oh no; rather, it is *they* lost in their feminist fantasies who are desperate for the kind of attention they never received as children.
So, I’m out... I don’t need anyone anymore.
This female world is utterly schizophrenic so afflicted by its own pathology that it is completely incapable of seeing itself clearly. "Call me Daddy" has absolutely nothing to do with feminism.
