Brute strength has not equalled the ability to subjugate anyone you want to for a long, long time.
Also, many societies have discovered that the more equality between men and women, the higher the quality of life for everyone.
Oh, come ON. Let’s not stumble into that troll garden again. Last time someone brought up that argument, his only supporting evidence was his own heroin-induced S&M fantasy.
You know, this kind of sexism really pisses me off. Those of us who own penises are not a hive mind with a barely-repressed secret desire to lock up women in cages as our sex slaves. It’s a heterosexist argument anyway, assuming that all men would even want their sex slaves to be female.
In fact, I am deeply offended as a man that you would accuse me of ever even possibly being liable to decide to go along with this. This sex-slave complex doesn’t sound healthy at all, anyway.
Why? Gee, I don’t know, maybe because we’re not a hive mind that could suddenly decide en masse to subjugate all women? Maybe because we’re not an army of clones barely held in check by our human master David Duke?
If you still don’t understand why this is incredibly offensive, try rereading your post, but substituting “blacks” for “men”.
The thought of an Obama assassination scares the bejeesus out of me. Almost as much as that clown doll in Poltergeist.
you with the face, check out my analysis of the risk, take two of these red pills, and call me in the morning.
I found most of your arguments too poorly thought out to take seriously. Like this one:
Sorry, but this “logic” is pure silliness. Please save these kinds of pills for yourself.
Women.
Surprisingly, they don’t make the worst roommates. Mine didn’t, anyway. And if they get uppity, you can suck them up with your vacuum’s hose attachment. Makes a satisfying “thwunk”, that.
I wholeheartedly recommend killing as many as you can, however.
Going on forever without an end. This is a major part of why Feist’s the hallway between worlds gave me the holy heebies. Same for CJ Cherryh’s The Gates of Ivrel (?).
A life should have a beginning and an ending, in my opinion.
Suffering Alzheimer’s is no good fate either.
Yep, all of this, but especially the bolded part.
This, too. I’d hope that someone who knows my desire to not live like this would do me the favor of euthanizing me. (I am again reminded that I really ought to do something about drawing up a living will.)
(Note: This is not to say that I think that people who *are *in this position should die, or should want to die–it’s just not the way that I would want to live.)
And, and more immediately: President McCain, Vice President Palin, and President Palin. Not necessarily in that order.
I don’t watch scary movies, I find real life has enough horror in it without having to use it as entertainment. That being said, I was listening to the radio on Friday (Halloween) when this song came on.
Fuck me. I was working in the garage and couldn’t get to the radio, I swear the hair on my head was standing up. Creepiest fucking song I have ever heard.
The collapse of the US auto industry, which I feel suffers partly from:
>A media/Hollywood propaganda machine that paints corporate America in a harsh light.
>An image problem unfairly leftover from the 70’s when gas prices and a low-point in quality reared their ugly heads
>An unwillingness to redefine their image via updated logos, branding, tag lines, mottos, etc.
This is one of the most under-reported and important news stories in the the past two decades.
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That there is no afterlife, that all that matters is the here and now, and then when I’m dead and gone there is nothing more.
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That I’ve chosen the wrong religion and that I’ll spend eternity in whatever the right religion’s version of hell is.
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That my retirement years will be spent in poverty.
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Mice.
Thank you, I can accept that, seriously. Thank God, it probably would be difficult, time-consuming and expensive to keep all women down. I need to remember that. It really is something that really scares me when I think about it. I appreciate your willingness to give me a straight answer and have a sense of humor as well. 
Hostile Dialect, it’s a shame that you’re annoyed by my opinion, but it’s how I really feel.
Going places I’ve never been before, especially by myself. So much so that most likely I won’t go.
Large buildings like malls, Costco, Wal-Mart…I hate going into them. I can’t remember the last time I was in the mall. Last time I went into Wal-Mart I almost fainted about 30 seconds after entering. Thankfully I went with Suburban Plankton and he caught me. I persisted, but later in line it happened again and dropped the plants I was waiting to purchase and dirt went everywhere. The girl was really nice, but it was awful.
So those are the two things that scare me the most. Other less scary things that I really hate are clowns and snails.
Serious Q- are you getting help? Agoraphobia?
Farenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury- the book AND the movie are both classics!
It’s also a shame that you’ve rationalized overt sexism as a “feeling”. I’m glad you’re comforted, though, by the fact that we men wouldn’t turn all women into sex slaves–because we’re too lazy. Do the men in your life know that you think of them as mindless automatons who, if they were to receive the worldwide order to begin Subjugation Plan C, would be compelled to band together as one to lock women in cages as sex slaves, regardless of their strength, personal beliefs, and sexual orientation? This line of thinking truly sickens me. You would think that otherwise-intelligent women wouldn’t so easily fall for such blatant sexism. Don’t you experience sexism in your daily life? It truly boggles the mind.
Hostile Dialect, why are you berating creaky so? The topic is “What scares you?” 99% of the posts are irrational fears. Creaky has acknowledged hers is unlikely and actually wants to try to get over that fear.
The simple fact is she is technically correct, if the “bomb” hit and anarchy reigned, men could subjugate not just women, but weaker men to their will. It’s unlikely, but it could happen.
You’re not alone.
I’m afraid of all arthropods large enough to cast a shadow. Waterbugs. Spiders. Lobsters. Centipedes. My family tried to drag me into a greenhouse filled with butterflies, and I had to tell them: I’m serious. Me and bugs are like Indiana Jones and snakes.
Gotta echo this one. Seriously. Claustrophobia, fear of the dark, fear of drowning, fear of getting disoriented, fear of getting lost, fear of getting stuck in a tight place, fear of the line breaking, fears upon fears all balled up into one insane activity. Aaaaaaaaah! Who knows, there might even be water spiders in there.
Besides, I hear the death rate is fairly high, even for experienced hydrospelunkers (made that up).