An Errant Joke

Over in Dr. Helen's thread about Nice Guys, you can see me abjectly apologizing for a joke gone badly awry, if you care to.

Long story short: Matthew Yglesias and other lefties frequently say Instapundit gives "the Instapundit link of silent approval" to any and all posts he might link. And everything stated therein, and in fact everything else appearing on the blog. It's a silly charge they're always making, basically attempting to mau-mau him from linking anyone in the rightwing blogosphere. They don't want our dirty, hateful blogs linked by a high-profile blog, so they attempt to make an issue of the fact that he links this and other "hate blogs."

I mentioned that Dr. Helen had given "the Instapundit link of silent approval, which she learned from her husband" to the Nice Guy post, and apparently I did not make the ironic/joshing nature of this clear. I guess I assume everyone knows my reading habits as well as I do, and knows about this admittedly obscure bit of blog-baiting, which is a dumb thing to assume.

I guess it didn't help that I also accused her of aiding and abetting male pussy syndrome... though I meant this as comic overstatement about a low-stakes, just-for-fun sort of argument about sex and gender relations. Picking a fight, yeah, but in a silly way, over a pretty minor post.

Anyway, I really hate giving offense, especially when none was intended, so I'm apologizing profusely over there. Because I'm a Nice Guy Pussy.

No, seriously, because I hate the idea I've pissed someone off I didn't even mean to piss off.

Just clarifying, because I guess I was too deadpan and not obvious enough: I have not seriously declared a blogwar on Dr. Helen or anything. I guess I just relied upon the tongue in my cheek to be be visible on a computer screen.

I am, however, quite serious when I say that Hot Air "men" are 90% more pussy than AoSHQ readers.

(No, not really on that either.)

(Well, kinda.)

You may now all commence calling me a pussy.

I wear your scorn like badges of... well, scorn, pretty much.

She's Just Not That Into You, Dude: A lot of us guys made fun of girls for the huge success of this book, which delivered what should have been obvious news to many women mooning over uninterested men: He's Just Not That Into You.

Reading Dr. Helen's and Hot Air's thread, I'm wondering if the time isn't right for me to write She's Just Not That Into You, Either, Moron.

There are a lot of guys out there who still seem bitter that girls they liked didn't like them back... conveniently forgetting the likely significant number of women who liked them but whom they didn't particularly like.

Why blame women for the simple fact that pretty much everyone aims 10-50% outside of their baseline league?

Whining is a chick thing. Supposedly. We all know better -- guys whine like babies -- but still, let's all butch up here and just deal with it. Most of the girls we've mooned after the most were out of our league. And if we had been in their league, we would have spurned them, instead mooning after the next higher rung of female perfection.

It's the way it is for us, it's the way it is for them. It's life. It sucks. Deal with it.

posted by Ace at 07:54 PM

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