I don't know if I somehow screwed up my Karma, or if the Gods are playing a practical joke on me, or what the hell is going on right now. But for some reason, I can't set foot in an online forum these days without going head to head with a Men's Rights Activist. An "MRA," as the kids like to say.
Because white men between the ages of 18 and 35 are so very oppressed in our culture. Apparently. The poor dears.
Allow me to share a few general observations.
If you're an MRA, you're ignorant.
If you're a Pagan MRA, you're dead to me.
If you're a gay Pagan MRA, then what the fuck is wrong with you. And please note that this is a statement, not a question.
To sum up: If you identify, for whatever reason, as an MRA (and I really hate to say this, on account of the irony will be a distraction), you have Mommy issues.
And I'm sorry about that; I'm so very, very sorry. But you do. At some critical point in your emotional development, Mommy was unkind. Or Mommy had another baby, or went back to work, or wouldn't let you have the car keys just this one time. Or Mommy suggested that, at the age of 47, you might want to consider moving out of her basement.
Whatever the traumatic event that was instrumental in shaping Who It Is You Are Today... you have Mommy issues.
And again, I'm sorry, but agreed? Good. Now please get over them. Or, at the very least, stop dumping them over the rest of us, because here's the thing: While your existence is ultimately irrelevant, I cannot begin to describe how uselessly annoying you are.
[Cross-posted at Lover of Strife]