So, here’s the subject:
It was a greentext story (probably not even real). In it, a guy had just moved into his apartment and realised the girl living next-door to him was pretty nice. Instead of getting to know her he immediately jumps to sending her a romantic note (rose petals and all). Later she comes home with her boyfriend, they read it, and she remarks that it’s “sad and creepy”. The guy overhears this exchange and is understandably kinda crushed.
Later that day, he hears the girl getting beaten by her boyfriend in the next room. He doesn’t help, as he thinks that’s funny, some kind of comeuppance.
Anyway, this joker thinks that in this situation, the guy would be 100% in the right, as it “serves girls right for always picking the douche over the nice guy”. Right? I’m tired of that argument too, but he was then going on about how the girl was the worst person ever for not immediately dating the guy.
A couple other commenters and I were talking about how, a) she already kinda had a boyfriend, and b) just because someone is nice, that doesn’t mean anyone is obliged to be attracted to them.
Um, he actually called me a feminist for thinking this.
I could not have possibly laughed harder.
So obviously, I tried to explain to the guy how disapproving of violence and abuse, to anyone, didn’t make me a feminist. I explained that I would feel exactly the same about the situation if it was the guy being attacked. He still wasn’t convinced, apparently thinking that “all feminists say that”. Eh, no, they don’t. At least in my experience, they tend to be pretty loud and proud about the whole shabang.
Way too much of my time later, we start to see exactly what makes this douchenozzle tick.
Okay, so, the reason he thought the girl’s beating was fair was because he seroiusly and wholeheartedly believes in some super-punishing merciless kind of karma. He thought that the universe decided that this girl deserved to be hurt because of something she said to her boyfriend about a guy - who, remember, was pretty much a stranger - sending her romantic notes, and that she apparently knowingly brought it upon herself.
He then also believed that if the guy allowed her to be beaten up, then went and asked her how stupid she felt now, she would totally probably date him.
Pffaha, good luck with that one.
Anyway, he got weirder.
He started arguing that there is no general consensus to morality. He argued that it was a spectrum, and that if one person thinks something like, oh I dunno, murder is okay, then in their case it’s totally okay for them to murder.
When I argued against this, he said that I was “rejecting reality” and had some kind of naive belief that life is all sunshine and happiness. No; accepting the darkness of the real world is not the same as excusing it, being complacent with it.
Aaaand then the best part: he just started throwing his toys out of his pram, he was genuinely trying to use websites to diagnose me with a narcissistic personality disorder, with dysphoria, with a schizotypal personality disorder, or with some kind of mental disorder. I couldn’t make this up if I tried.
Although he did mention that he was a frequent drinker of what he called “voodoo shaman tea”, which was apparently some kind of drug. I dunno.
Why do I even waste my breath with these whackjobs...
