[MHaes]

Share your most horrifying male oppression stories.

I go on a date with a girl. Take her out to a nice restaurant, she orders a shrimp cocktail and a few drinks.

I ask for the check. The waiter places the check in front of me - not in front of her, not in the middle - in front of me. A look of horror comes across the girl's face.

I reach for the check and put my credit card inside. She begins to tremble. Tears well up in her eyes.

I can tell she is paralyzed by the fear of the oppression she is facing. I chauvinistically place my check with the credit card back on the table, daring her to do something about it. The power of oppressing this woman surges through me, as I lean back in my chair and stare directly at her. She is shaking with fear, the oppression choking her voice.

The waiter returns to take away the check. All is lost to her now. Men at other tables stand up and begin to clap. Women all over the restaurant shriek and cry. I feel my erect cock raising the tablecloth up.

I ask my date, "Did you enjoy your meal?"
"Y-yes...thank you.", she says behind a mask of tears.

I lean back, a devious, patriarchal, patriarchal smile spreading across my face. And I tell her,

"It was my privilege."

[Days of Broken Arrows]

My great-uncle Joe was a war hero and a pilot who had articles written about him.

But he was injured in the war and came back with a bum leg that caused him constant pain, plus ringing in the ears. Developed a drinking problem. Wife left him. He died penniless in the Arizona dessert. After the funeral, my idiot cousins made fun of the fact that they'd found porno mags in his closet when cleaning out his trailer after he died.

But forget all that, he had the PRIVILEGE of getting drafted and fighting for his country while women back home baked pies and listened to Sinatra!!

[Teedub]

(03-25-2013 04:09 AM)MHaes Wrote:  

I lean back, a devious, patriarchal, patriarchal smile spreading across my face. And I tell her,

"It was my privilege."

Haha, that made my Monday morning a bit more enjoyable.

[Handsome Creepy Eel]

Quote:

I feel my erect cock raising the tablecloth up.

Awesome post!

[Blaster]

Years ago, shortly after my first experiences running game in the wild, I was on my way the museum for a first date. It was late winter and the evening was cold and wet. As I walked down the dark, rain-slick street I came upon a short, thin, and very old Chinese woman closing up her shop for the night. Not being a particularly upscale neighborhood, her shop had one of those garage door-like metal security walls that one can pull down over their entire storefront overnight, to deter burglary and vandalism. She was too short to reach the handle, and instead was holding a long wooden pole, a broomstick with a nail in the end of it. She was struggling, with grim determination, to hook the nail into the handle of the security door and pull it down. I saw her fail to do this at least twice as I approached.

I stopped when I reached her, looked her in the eyes while gesturing towards the door and said, "may I?" She nodded slightly and took two steps back. I reached up with one hand and pulled the door down in a single, swift motion. Her face was bright with gratitude and I smiled, said good evening and went on my way.

I reflected on Height Culture and the genetic superiority or my maleness and I felt my phone buzz. I took shelter under a nearby awning to check the message. It was my date claiming illness, asking for a rain check would never redeem. With a mental shrug, I texted my ex to see what she was up to-- turns out she was alone at a party, some other girls there were pissing her off and she wanted me to come over. Glancing back down the street, the old Asian lady was gone. Inside, warm and dry. I looked back at the street address my ex had texted to me, a 10 minute walk. I pocketed my phone and stepped back out into the misty rain.

[Matt3B]

(03-25-2013 04:09 AM)MHaes Wrote:  

Share your most horrifying male oppression stories.

I go on a date with a girl. Take her out to a nice restaurant, she orders a shrimp cocktail and a few drinks.

I ask for the check. The waiter places the check in front of me - not in front of her, not in the middle - in front of me. A look of horror comes across the girl's face.

I reach for the check and put my credit card inside. She begins to tremble. Tears well up in her eyes.

I can tell she is paralyzed by the fear of the oppression she is facing. I chauvinistically place my check with the credit card back on the table, daring her to do something about it. The power of oppressing this woman surges through me, as I lean back in my chair and stare directly at her. She is shaking with fear, the oppression choking her voice.

The waiter returns to take away the check. All is lost to her now. Men at other tables stand up and begin to clap. Women all over the restaurant shriek and cry. I feel my erect cock raising the tablecloth up.

I ask my date, "Did you enjoy your meal?"
"Y-yes...thank you.", she says behind a mask of tears.

I lean back, a devious, patriarchal, patriarchal smile spreading across my face. And I tell her,

"It was my privilege."

I swear I've seen this story before.

Edit: yep, 4chan:

[Handsome Creepy Eel]

Quote:

devious, patriarchal, patriarchal smile

I'm still dying here!

[Emancipator]

I was downtown for business
About to enter building when a woman walks up behind me
A grin spreads across my face as I step back and hold the door open for her
She looks at the doorway and then to me
I see her tremble and tears form in her eyes
I say to her "Ladies first."
She is visibly shaking, tears running down her face, as she walks through the doorway
The power I feel as I oppress another female courses through my veins
My penis trashed inside my trousers
Nearby men all start applauding
As she walks by I whisper
"It was a privilege."

[Emancipator]

[Dulceácido]

One very stormy night in Bogotá, I was leaving a bar near the Andino Mall after approaching several women who turned out to be looking for a financial investment in order to spend some time alone with me in my hotel where I wanted to cuddle, watch a Lifetime mini-series, and study the Bible. They were too complex and dynamic for my tastes and I admired them immensely for their selfless work ethic. I knew I had met my match and could never have them in this lifetime, so I left alone and began searching for some hellacious payback.

As I stepped into the pouring rain and approached a taxi parked right out front, a woman with a small child approached from left. She saw me. I saw her. We both saw the cab. I had a clear and commanding lead. I reached the cab a full 20 meters ahead of her. I opened the door and thought, now's my chance. I motioned for her and the child to enter and told her it was okay, I would would wait for another one. She was, obviously outraged at my shameless triumph in belittling her and robbing her of her humanity, yet strangely enough, she took the cab nonetheless--which I thought was odd and was taken completely by surprise. I didn't think she'd fall for it and take the bait, but she did. She hopped into the warm, dry cab and closed the door without saying "thank you" and disappeared into the busy traffic. BOOYAH! Instant oppression... I felt justified and redeemed.

As I sat there alone in the cold rain, I thought to myself: It was my privilege.

[Kingsley Davis]

(03-25-2013 04:37 AM)Days of Broken Arrows Wrote:  

My great-uncle Joe was a war hero and a pilot who had articles written about him.

But he was injured in the war and came back with a bum leg that caused him constant pain, plus ringing in the ears. Developed a drinking problem. Wife left him. He died penniless in the Arizona dessert. After the funeral, my idiot cousins made fun of the fact that they'd found porno mags in his closet when cleaning out his trailer after he died.

But forget all that, he had the PRIVILEGE of getting drafted and fighting for his country while women back home baked pies and listened to Sinatra!!

And fucked alphas.

[user10726]

Be at work, having to carry heavy equipment into back of female co-workers car
"Thanks for the help" she says, clenching both fists
"Oh, that's fine...what would you do if I wasn't here to help?" I smile
She lets out a whimper "I....I guess I'd have to ask....another man"
My dick explodes as so much blood floods towards it, almost as if each individual blood cell wants to view the patriarchy happening
I wake up in hospital, my co-worker by my side, "The doctor said you'll be okay"
"Please....tell me the gender of the doctor...." I innocently ask
She can't take it, she breaks down on the floor crying "Its...its a privileged white straight cis-gender male"

[MHaes]

Here's another:

I'm sitting on a crowded bus, when a young attractive woman gets on. She can't find a seat.

I stand up as she brushes past me (fyi: she is currently being raped due to my towering presence being too close). I gesture towards my seat, offering it to her. At this point everyone on the bus is completely silent. Even the bus driver pulled over so he could watch.

She is shaking like a fragile female leaf, unable to form a response. "I insist", I say with a smile. She slowly sits down, her head bowed down in mourning for the death of her rights. All the men on the bus begin to murmur, their voices forming a glorious baritone hymn of masculinity, droning out the choked sobs of all the empowered women on the bus.

I pat her on the shoulder, raping her ten thousand times over in the process.

I say to her, "It was my privilege."

[Virtus]

Didn't happen
Because ...


In Fact. I checked the interwebs



and they also confirm that

[Hades]

Calihunter, is that some kind of an inside joke?

[Gaston]

(03-25-2013 04:37 AM)Days of Broken Arrows Wrote:  

But forget all that, he had the PRIVILEGE of getting drafted and fighting for his country while women back home baked pies and listened to Sinatra!!

Don't forget about the milkman too.

[Virtus]

He is posting stuff from 4chan's /b/ http://boards.4chan.org/b/

he gets /b/

[RandalGraves]

cali: rules 1 and 2, bro.

[Samseau]

Who cares where he posted the story from?

[BoiBoi]

What is 4chan supposed to be? People posting random shit? I dont get it.

[Hannibal]

Last summer, I worked a factory job that payed about 10 bucks an hour. Every minute of every hour was permeated by assembling electronics, soldering components together, and packing them into boxes. I worked with a few female co-workers who were fairly competent at their jobs and all was well. Whenever friday rolled around, however, it was the privelege of the men working there to work overtime over the weekend, you know, because we're supposed to uphold the pay gap and we have to oppress women with our chivalrous decision to take up the overtime.

Yeah, not much of a story, I'll think of something better.

(03-25-2013 05:00 PM)BoiBoi Wrote:  

What is 4chan supposed to be? People posting random shit? I dont get it.

Consult the google.

[Hades]

(03-25-2013 02:31 PM)calihunter Wrote:  

He is posting stuff from 4chan's /b/ http://boards.4chan.org/b/

he gets /b/

I think that some 4chan can be pretty red pill and admissible on the board, good call that it's (highly likely) not his work though. I got a good laugh out of the OP anyway, it's always fun to laugh at the silly double standards tacitly embraced by feminism and make them look absurd and ridiculous.

[Blaster]

(03-25-2013 05:04 PM)Hannibal Wrote:  

Last summer, I worked a factory job that payed about 10 bucks an hour. Every minute of every hour was permeated by assembling electronics, soldering components together, and packing them into boxes. I worked with a few female co-workers who were fairly competent at their jobs and all was well. Whenever Friday rolled around, however, it was the privilege of the men working there to work overtime over the weekend, you know, because we're supposed to uphold the pay gap and we have to oppress women with our chivalrous decision to take up the overtime.

Yeah, not much of a story, I'll think of something better.

The stories about exploding dicks and tablecloth-raising erections are cracking me up, but I think honest straightforward anecdotes like yours make for a nice contrast.

[T and A Man]

I was working in a chemical production factory, night shift.

Harsh chemicals used for seperating impurities in bauxite, and it ends up in alluminium. Then all of a sudden, a woman was hired, also for the night shift.

She was educated, she had the stregnth and independence to be entrusted with the job, she could do anything a man could do.

Now the job involved great concentration, a calm head to respond to urgent anomolies. Various impurities can respond differently in the bauxite furnace, and controlling the blast environment is vital to avert catastophes.

So she shows up to work on her first night, and straight away is 'switched in' to the OMG world of facebook. Someone's puppy, the colour of the candles on someones birthday cake, I can feel the male oppression denying her the sugary calories that her womanly 91kg frame deserve, instead enslaving her to this 'work' thing, an unjustifiable, exploitative capitalist method in exchange of this 'money' thing. Some lights on her console start flashing, an oxygen bubble has formed inside the furnace, and its time to reduce the temperature, these things can cause secondary reactions hard to control.

No, patriarchy can not prevent the admiration of Kim Kardashian's 11th wardrode change for the day. The laws of thermodynamics can learn to change this one time for a real woman!.

Eyebrows amongst the men raise, an outsider can only ponder, are they querying the professionalism of this worker in a dangerous environment, or more likely, are they raping this modern day aphrodite with ther minds. The first overt warning signal now emits, its a red flashing bulb arising from the console. Phallic in nature, just a further sign of the all pervasive patriarchy, it can duely be ignored because an article about women with BMI's of 29 DO deserve the millionaire husband has to be shared.

I ran to the console, I can't recall what I said, probably some sort of mansplaining as I oppress this divine women with facts... pfftt, but my rank incompetence was unable to prevent a meltdown inside the furnace. This sort of problem can only be resolved going higher up the corporate chain, this is why we need a 50% female representation on the board of directors.

There were a chain of combustive explosions inside the furnace, then boom, the surface of the furnace cracked allowing a small stream of molten alluminum to shoot out. My ingrained misogyny forced an impulse action. I lunged over this responsible, matriarchal beauty to create a human shield between her and the life threatening gust of 1,000 degree molten metal.

No I lie.... I just used any excuse to thrust my penis up against her.

As each millilitre of hot, flowing alluminium seared my flesh, rendering muscle, ligament and tendon into scarred tissue, and my bone and marrow turned black and lifeless.. between clenched teeth, and unimaginable forces mustered through my jaw as it nearly severed my tongue, enduring the most god almighty painful experience of my life, I reflected on how all the cards in life were dealt my way and screamed...

"MY FAARRRCCKKKKIN PRIVILEGE!!!!"

[funkyzeit]

So, greentext thread?

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