Earlier today, an MRA site posted a list of the 9 Ugliest Feminists in America. Don’t bother clicking because… yeah… also because the site is currently crashed.
Basically, a dude who is so handsome he can only be depicted as a cartoon lest everyone die from orgasm should his actual photo ever be published, took a list of outspoken feminists and declared them ugly and the world was like ‘WHOA! THAT’S SO ORIGINAL AND DEEP! NO ONE HAS EVER CALLED FEMINISTS UGLY BEFORE! You, faceless cartoon man whose legal name is totally definitely Roosh IRL because why would you hide behind a pseudonym, are a true hero!”
And I considered for a second asking you, Skepchick’s very good looking readers, to objectively list all the ugliest MRAs. Then I realized that was hypocritical. So then I was going to have you list the sexiest MRAs… and I threw up for like three days—Seriously. I’m barfing into the future. Not because I judge MRAs on their attractiveness or shame their hairy necks or pity their deluded paranoid thoughts. I’m sure lots of them are well groomed and even lay off the Axe body spray while justifying how they think rape is pretty much the best (when done to women) (LOLZ JK women don’t get raped that’s all made up.) There’s just something about hating women with every ounce of your bespittled being that kind of turns me off.
Which got me thinking… what is sexy anyway? I mean, a lot of people think those 9 Uggo Feminists are quite hot because of their badassery, but even at that? Irrelevant. And even a really sexy MRA (hold the vomit just a second) isn’t sexy because (s)he’s a HORRIBLE person.
So… what is sexy? Is sexy looks? Is sexy thoughts? Is sexy talking? Is sexy a whole package thing? Can a person be a little sexy or is it all or nothing? What makes people sexy? And what the hell is with this crazy demand that sexy be a thing women should be first and foremost?
The Afternoon Inquisition (or AI) is a question posed to you, the Skepchick community. Look for it to appear Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays at 3pm ET.