Skimming through that thread is a clinic in point-missing. Or a classic illustration of Larry Correia’s first rule of internet arguing: Skim until offended. Since Morgan mentioned “pulling his man card” in the third sentence….
For the record, the following are NOT the point of that post, or my original post, or the Vox Popoli post which inspired it all.
- Ha ha, Scalzi is a weak weakling that’s weak.
- Masculinity comes in card form.
- Manhood is defined by one’s bench press.
All of that is just projection. The point is larger and simpler: It takes a tremendous amount of effort to maintain a worldview like Scalzi’s.
He claims his daughter out-lifts him. Which means one of two things must be true:
- He’s actually been in the gym recently, such that he can make an accurate head-to-head comparison with his daughter; or
- He hasn’t, in which case he’s just making that comparison up.
If it’s the former, he could hardly fail to notice that the average man is stronger than the average woman, and it’s not even particularly close. Even assuming Miss Scalzi is in the top 1%, female strength-wise, and trains like a demon; and that Mr. Scalzi is in the bottom 1% of male physique (or has a degenerative musculoskeletal condition or something) and has never lifted a weight in his life, he can’t have failed to notice that most of the girls are over by the little plastic jazzercise weights while the guys are throwing plates around. Maybe his girl out-lifts him, but the average girl is nowhere near the average guy, and five minutes in the gym is all it takes to see it.
If it’s the latter (which is my bet), it’s even worse. The information-avoidance quotient is even higher. The point, let me stress again, is not that Scalzi can’t lift a particular poundage; it’s that he’s advertising weakness. The logical implication of this is that a teenage girl carries all the groceries in the Scalzi household.
Physical strength has always been radical feminism’s most obvious stumbling block. As our friends the alwarmists have shown, you can use “statistics” to prove anything when you refuse to show your work. But the differences between men and women show up around the house every day. All it takes is a trip to the grocery store. Somebody‘s got to hoist that 50-lb bag of kitty litter into the cart. Is it the radical feminist herself, or does she have to call the stockboy over?
There’s another interesting dimension to this little dust-up. Morgan proudly proclaims his site to be “The Blog Nobody Reads.” Rotten Chestnuts is a flea on its hide. Even if his daily readership isn’t quuiiiiiite what he claims it to be, Scalzi’s got to have both sites combined beat by several orders of magnitude. He’s got a gazillon Twitter followers, not to mention a Hugo Award, some kind of tv or movie development deal in the works, a passive income that probably triples my yearly take, a hefty rep among his professional peers and the reading public…..
In other words, the proper response to a little light mockery from us is: Nothing. Morgan and I (and the rest of the RC crew) could spend every hour of every day making fun of Scalzi online and he’d lose not one thin dime. Hell, he’d probably make a buck or two — free advertising is free advertising, as he of all people knows.
And yet he had a tweet up about Morgan’s post within the day, and as of recently it had 30-some retweets and 50-some favorites.
Think on that for a sec. Is this not the definition of chick behavior? Oooh, somebody said something mean about me! Quick, follow me to my fainting couch, and fan me with your adulation! Reassure me!
Here again, think of the effort this must take. Even as self-promotion, it’s got to take a toll, broadcasting criticism of yourself far and wide.
If he put 1/10th of that effort into hitting the gym, he might learn something. Or, at least, be able to open a pickle jar.