>I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
>Hmm should I marry? Maybe I’ll be the next Socrates? Oh no, I’ll be party rocking like Ozzy! Oh I could be a princess too!!! Oh geeze I could be a world class painter!
Jesus, woman are this delusional? They think they can just be anything? Lmao literal children, this is more like cope. Men know and understand what they are and this is just called being a loser.
You thinking it's specific to women is quite telling about your gender's egotism.
I'm personnaly incel/volcel because every woman seems random and contingent
I want to read more and fill my bookshelf with more female writers to be more eclectic with genders. Is Sylvia plath the MVP female writer? I want to start with the bests
I'd say that's Emily Dickinson.
As a general rule, any female author that was: >Mentally ill >Mysoginistic >FtM transgender >A lesbia >Butt ugly
Is usually a great writer.
>It is not uncommon to hear a man who has become confused about what he should do in a particular situation complain about the unique nature of the situation, thinking that he could easily act if the situation were a great event with only one either/or. This is a mistake and a hallucination of the understanding. There is no such situation. The presence of the crucial either/or depends upon the individual’s own impassioned desire directed toward acting decisively, upon the individual’s own intrinsic competence, and therefore a competent man covets an either/or in every situation because he does not want anything more. But as soon as the individual no longer has essential enthusiasm in his passion but is spoiled by letting his understanding frustrate him every time he is going to act, he never in his life discovers the disjunction. And even if his penetrating, resourceful understanding is adequate for managing an entire household, he still has not had an understanding of his life in advance or in the moment of action, and it cannot be understood afterwords, either, because the action essentially did not take place, and the coherence of his life, became a garrulous continuation or a continued garrulity, a participial or infinitive phrase in which the subject must be understood or, more correctly, cannot be located at all because, as the grammarians say, the meaning does not make it clear for the simple reason that it lacks meaning. The whole thing becomes a flux, a blend of a little resolution and a little situation, a little prudence and a little courage, a little probability and a little faith, a little action and a little incident. Anyone who has made the fraudulent trade of getting abnormally good sense by losing the capacity to will and the passion to act is very inclined to stiffen his spinelessness with various and sundry predeliberations that feel their way ahead and various and sundry postmortem reinterpretations of what happened. Compared to this, an action is a brief something and apparently a poor something, yet it is in fact a definite something. The other is more splendid, but for all that it is a splendid shabbiness.
Scrotes don't understand how to play with preverbal babies. Why do all scrotes just resort to watching TV when they hang out with babies? Shit is weird.
I was just thinking about writing a naked lunch style book about an average woman going through common mindfricky situations like puberty, PMS, pregnancy, menopause and dementia. Scrotes don't understand how hormonal swings can wreck our brains like hard drugs.
Im a moid but this was literally the first book I ever read that made me feel like someone understood how my depression felt. sylvia plath is my soulmate
Same. The book really shows how depression isn't just sadness but rather an intense feeling of dread and disgust toward oneself, the world and the fabric of reality itself. And it's so relentless and all-consuming that nothing feels right; everything looks and feels ugly and decrepit, meaningless, cruel and cold. It makes it seem like there's no escape other than death.
You're saying that like it's an insult. A disproportionate number of great male artists have been effeminate and sensitive. And it doesn't cancel out more traditionally masculine qualities either; in fact, it can even enhance them
You're laughing because you think that being an effeminate man is pathetic for some reason. But you can't refute my point: Mishima, Rimbaud, Hemingway, Proust, Kafka, Beckett, Mann. All of them had a sensitive and effeminate side to their personality and presence
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I’m half way through Swann’s Way and while it’s quite beautiful, and I enjoy the slow pace, I feel like a gay while reading it.
I am convinced men who pretend stereotypical masculinity is the only respectable way a man can exist are homosexuals trying to mold other men into fitting their sexual preferences.
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modern woman
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Anonymous
If anything women's liberation and feminism has done more to encourage such conformism than anything else. It really seems to me that men were more emotionally expressive and and willing to diverge from masculine norms before feminism became the dominant social ideology.
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Yep, now men are not allowed to love their friends or have any kind of vulnerability outside of their relationship with their wife (if even that) or it's seen as effeminate and gay
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The real problem is that men who are interested in being with women cannot show vulnerability at all because the risk of women seeing and being disgusted by such displays is too great. Men can only risk it when they are in situations with know women around, and they are confident that no woman will ever find out.
Men obsessed with masculinity or femininity are gross and you should feel gross.
I'm desperate for female approval
Whats this called?
Mommy issues, probably. If you really really really want female approval consider finding a single mom and being nice to her kid. Finding a scrote who can care about someone else's kids is like finding a needle in a haystack.
An exercise in futility. If you're anything like me, you'll soon begin to see the revulsion in the faces of every single woman you interact with and you'll realize that it was as if you were designed to be despised by them.
>I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
Men will never know this level of suffering
This is just called being an extroverted intuitive
It's a metaphor for riding the wiener carousel so you're probably right (figgots never have to choose).
I completely understand this on a core level
>t. moid
what is that 😮
>Hmm should I marry? Maybe I’ll be the next Socrates? Oh no, I’ll be party rocking like Ozzy! Oh I could be a princess too!!! Oh geeze I could be a world class painter!
Jesus, woman are this delusional? They think they can just be anything? Lmao literal children, this is more like cope. Men know and understand what they are and this is just called being a loser.
>Men can't know what it's like to have to pick between mutually exclusive life paths
I HATE SOLIPSISM I HATE SOLIPSISM
You thinking it's specific to women is quite telling about your gender's egotism.
I'm personnaly incel/volcel because every woman seems random and contingent
all her life amounts to is picking which wiener to fill her hole with
You sound jealous
You are so close to understanding, and yet so far at the same time.
No wonder Ted beat the shit out of her. She’s fricking insufferable
I want to read more and fill my bookshelf with more female writers to be more eclectic with genders. Is Sylvia plath the MVP female writer? I want to start with the bests
I'd say that's Emily Dickinson.
As a general rule, any female author that was:
>Mentally ill
>Mysoginistic
>FtM transgender
>A lesbia
>Butt ugly
Is usually a great writer.
Flannery O'Connor
You can't go wrong with Virginia Woolf. From what I've read from her I'd say that The Waves is her best work
>It is not uncommon to hear a man who has become confused about what he should do in a particular situation complain about the unique nature of the situation, thinking that he could easily act if the situation were a great event with only one either/or. This is a mistake and a hallucination of the understanding. There is no such situation. The presence of the crucial either/or depends upon the individual’s own impassioned desire directed toward acting decisively, upon the individual’s own intrinsic competence, and therefore a competent man covets an either/or in every situation because he does not want anything more. But as soon as the individual no longer has essential enthusiasm in his passion but is spoiled by letting his understanding frustrate him every time he is going to act, he never in his life discovers the disjunction. And even if his penetrating, resourceful understanding is adequate for managing an entire household, he still has not had an understanding of his life in advance or in the moment of action, and it cannot be understood afterwords, either, because the action essentially did not take place, and the coherence of his life, became a garrulous continuation or a continued garrulity, a participial or infinitive phrase in which the subject must be understood or, more correctly, cannot be located at all because, as the grammarians say, the meaning does not make it clear for the simple reason that it lacks meaning. The whole thing becomes a flux, a blend of a little resolution and a little situation, a little prudence and a little courage, a little probability and a little faith, a little action and a little incident. Anyone who has made the fraudulent trade of getting abnormally good sense by losing the capacity to will and the passion to act is very inclined to stiffen his spinelessness with various and sundry predeliberations that feel their way ahead and various and sundry postmortem reinterpretations of what happened. Compared to this, an action is a brief something and apparently a poor something, yet it is in fact a definite something. The other is more splendid, but for all that it is a splendid shabbiness.
Scrotes don't understand how to play with preverbal babies. Why do all scrotes just resort to watching TV when they hang out with babies? Shit is weird.
I was just thinking about writing a naked lunch style book about an average woman going through common mindfricky situations like puberty, PMS, pregnancy, menopause and dementia. Scrotes don't understand how hormonal swings can wreck our brains like hard drugs.
God I need sloppy rn fr
Im a moid but this was literally the first book I ever read that made me feel like someone understood how my depression felt. sylvia plath is my soulmate
>Im a moid
Originally?
yes cismale but everyone has always called me gay. even my girlfriend 🙁
take your pills alice
I AM A REAL MAN
Same. The book really shows how depression isn't just sadness but rather an intense feeling of dread and disgust toward oneself, the world and the fabric of reality itself. And it's so relentless and all-consuming that nothing feels right; everything looks and feels ugly and decrepit, meaningless, cruel and cold. It makes it seem like there's no escape other than death.
You’re effeminate
You're saying that like it's an insult. A disproportionate number of great male artists have been effeminate and sensitive. And it doesn't cancel out more traditionally masculine qualities either; in fact, it can even enhance them
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
You're laughing because you think that being an effeminate man is pathetic for some reason. But you can't refute my point: Mishima, Rimbaud, Hemingway, Proust, Kafka, Beckett, Mann. All of them had a sensitive and effeminate side to their personality and presence
I’m half way through Swann’s Way and while it’s quite beautiful, and I enjoy the slow pace, I feel like a gay while reading it.
MY SIDES
I am convinced men who pretend stereotypical masculinity is the only respectable way a man can exist are homosexuals trying to mold other men into fitting their sexual preferences.
modern woman
If anything women's liberation and feminism has done more to encourage such conformism than anything else. It really seems to me that men were more emotionally expressive and and willing to diverge from masculine norms before feminism became the dominant social ideology.
Yep, now men are not allowed to love their friends or have any kind of vulnerability outside of their relationship with their wife (if even that) or it's seen as effeminate and gay
The real problem is that men who are interested in being with women cannot show vulnerability at all because the risk of women seeing and being disgusted by such displays is too great. Men can only risk it when they are in situations with know women around, and they are confident that no woman will ever find out.
Men obsessed with masculinity or femininity are gross and you should feel gross.
Mommy issues, probably. If you really really really want female approval consider finding a single mom and being nice to her kid. Finding a scrote who can care about someone else's kids is like finding a needle in a haystack.
It has to be a platitude on IQfy by now but omg look at those feet, she should seriously think about becoming a feet model or something
I'm desperate for female approval
Whats this called?
An exercise in futility. If you're anything like me, you'll soon begin to see the revulsion in the faces of every single woman you interact with and you'll realize that it was as if you were designed to be despised by them.
The only way to truly understand this book is to read it as a manlet and lose all sympathy for the protagonist after the first few pages.
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