Archive for the ‘career women’ Category

Mangina Services Network praises women again
September 17, 2007


08 March 2007

Why women wear the money trousers

A staggeringly moronic “article” by a monumentally obtuse spazzed-out fuck-brained nutjob that doesn’t really deserve any comment, except for derisive sniggering and hoots of laughter.

Women have achieved financial independence and are better at saving indeed. Pffft!

posted by Duncan Idaho @ 7:38 PM


Women better at being friends than us men, claims twat
September 17, 2007


07 March 2007


This never, ever happens apparently.

Women ‘better at friendships’


Women form deep and lasting friendships while men make fickle friends over a pint, according to research published today.

Snigger, chuckle.

Females make “deeper and more moral” pals than their male counterparts, who are “calculating” in who they choose to call their mates, according to a new study by the University of Manchester.


The four-year investigation concluded that friendships between men are “fickle” and based on what what “they can get out of it”.

Giggle, guffaw!

Dr Gindo Tampubolon, from the university’s Research Centre for Socio-Cultural Change, said men based their friendships on boozing in the pub.

He said: “Friendship between women seems to be fundamentally different to friendship between men.

“It’s much deeper and more moral: it’s about the relationship itself rather than what they can get out of it.

“Women tend to keep their friends through thick and thin across geography and social mobility.


Holy shit, what planet are these fuck-witted arse biscuits on?


“It’s time for us women to start complaining!”
September 17, 2007


05 March 2007


Haggard sisters, let’s end our silence. It’s time to bitch


This piece of wretched whining is from Caitlin Moran, a whining harpy who, last year, wrote an article supporting abortion for sex-selection reasons because most people would abort baby girls, meaning that females would become rare and, in turn, would apparantly mean females would be worth more and men would fight over them more (in other words, she thinks encouraging women to kill their daughters in the womb is a great idea because it should apparantly help young women get a fucking husband. How sick is that?)

Today the blithering self-important sack of arrogance is urging women to start complaining.

Start complaining?

They haven’t stopped! Since 1960!

All this stoic ‘I can handle it. I can have a job and look after the kids and run the house’ business will not change anything.

Hah! Stoic? When have young modern women ever been stoic? Does she even know the meaning of the word?

Maybe in the past, when they had loads of kids, got on with things and didn’t shriek and whine constantly, women were stoic. But these days? Shit, most women are about as stoic as a guest on Jerry Springer.

Feminism, it turns out, has been completely wasted on young women. Chicks of all ages spent the first half of the 20th century piling into marches against sexism, pornography, political disenfranchisement and pro-life legislation, and yet the young, single, modern woman who followed appears to have frittered the whole lot away in exchange for a “Trainee Porn Star” T-shirt and Heat magazine.

This is merely the natural result of feminism. The Patriarchy encouraged women to remain virtuous, keep their legs shut until marriage and introduced the concept of only children being born in wedlock as ‘legitimate’. Feminism urged women to become liberated by tossing aside virtue and chastity, encouraged them to sleep around, and declared that marriage was bullshit and illegitimate bastards were ‘legitimate’. Hence the progression to slut-culture. Feminism encouraged women to flood society with easily accessible female sexuality – no more tying the knot to get your leg-over – so of course women have become sex-objects. They have to blatantly offer sex because they have no other talents to offer, and they have objectify themselves further to compete against other sluts.

Feminism wasn’t wasted on young women, feminism just wasted young women.


Women discriminated against, noooo!
September 16, 2007


28 February 2007

Women with young children are the most discriminated-against at work, a study published later will suggest.

Ah, glorious victimhood! How women love to wallow in it.

I swear that if women ever finally ran out of purile shit to bitch about or if there were no manginas willing to listen to them anymore, they would emulate the flagellants in Monty Python & The Holy Grail by walking around in public, wailing and smashing themselves in the face with planks of wood, just so they can show how poor and oppressed they are.

A mother with a child aged under 11 is 45% less likely to be employed than a man, the Equalities Review will find.

Erm…maybe they choose not to be employed? Maybe because some don’t have to because they are supported by either a husband or – in the case of single mothers – today’s husband-surrogate, the government. Most unemployed women are supported by a husband or the government, often living quite comfortably, whilst most unemployed men are, at best, supported by their parents, or out living rough.

It is also thought to say that the next most disadvantaged groups are Pakistani and Bangladeshi women.

Again, surely this could be down to choice. Perhaps Asian women are more traditional and actually enjoy spending their twenties at home raising babies, as opposed pretending to be a man in the office and deciding to have kids when they’re 40, like most dim-witted homegrown women.

Check out this comment from some bitch at the Have Your Say page

This is why I’m so thankful I work for the public sector. I hated working for the private sector because of the crazed obsession with profit. I love my job because we just don’t have to worry about being penalised for being a parent – male or female.

Damn right cunts like her love working for the public sector; they don’t have to worry about profit. Or being efficient, worthwhile or in anyway competent. Civil servants – particularly women, who dominate the public sector – are virtually unsackable, and they can have big career breaks, work flexi-time and have paid leave when their kids are ill without giving a shit. After all, it’s only us chump taxpayers who pay their wages and pay their fat pensions when they retire at 60, five-years before the rest of us.

I worked for the civil service briefly. The office was utterly dominated by women and, shit, I’ve never encountered a less efficient bunch of stupid cunts. One single mother came in on Monday morning, got a phone call from her illegitimate bastard’s school telling her that the bastard was ill, and she went home and was off all week. With pay. The female manager was hopeless and spent most of her time dreaming up whacky and pointless courses about ‘teamwork’ to send us on. Anything to piss the budget up the wall to make it appear the department was vital when, in fact, the entire place could have been closed down and bulldozed without the public being any worse off.

posted by Duncan Idaho @ 6:00 PM


“I can’t wait until my husband dies.”
September 16, 2007


23 February 2007

Why marriage can be a chore for women


Single women who are desperate to shed their Bridget Jones status are warned today of a major pitfall of finding their man.

Research shows that getting married prompts a 50 per cent increase in housework.

I doubt it, most women don’t do housework and they have gadgets (invented by men) that take the load off. Even if this is true, they fail to mention marriage often means a 50% to 100% drop in proper work.

And what about men’s major increase in workload and massive drop in freedom and having money to spend on himself without asking for permission from ‘er indoors (not to mention a 50% to 100% drop in sex.)

Check out these comments from a couple of women:

I certainly agree with this report but I didn’t realise there was an upside to doing all the chores – next time I feel like moaning as I’m doing all the housework, I’ll just remember that I’m actually shortening his life and my golden years won’t have half as many chores!

– Claire, Dorset, UK

The solution is simple but there are two rules:

1) Marry a man who works away during the week, thus he can get his dry cleaning and meals dealt with

2) Make sure he has a mother who loves ironing his shirts. She will be offended if she can’t continue to do so.

Therefore your life has no extra domestic duties, you can go out on a Thursday night with friends and husband can come back to a stress free home on Friday (rugrats not included).

I did this.

Still divorced him three years later.

– Diane, Harrogate,

That, my brothers, is how fucking cold-hearted most modern women are; they hope for their husbands to kick the bucket (and are happy to know they’re helping him along the way by nagging him into slaving away at work) and will divorce a husband for the fun of it even if he’s done nothing wrong.

The above attitudes are honestly common amongst most women. Many are just good at hiding it.

And manginas and feminists, stupid fucks that they are, honestly wonder why so many men now have such a contemptuous attitude towards women. It’s called Karma. Deal with it cunts.

posted by Duncan Idaho @ 7:26 PM


Fembots browbeat Wimbledon
September 16, 2007


22 February 2007


A female tennis player. Allegedly.

Wimbledon pays equal prize money

Equal pay for non-equal work basically.

As is pointed out in the article, women only have to play best-of-three sets whilst men play best-of-five. So the women have far less work to do as the men but will now get just as much of a reward.

Just like in the workplace in general I suppose.

Peter Fleming, with whom McEnroe won four Wimbledon doubles titles and three US Opens, said equal pay “was just a matter of time”.

“It’s almost a non-issue in my eyes,” he told Five Live.

“The difference last year was so small – it was a symbolic gesture for the last couple of years – but finally the club have realised it’s not worth the effort to maintain it. It’s equal pay and off we go to bigger and better things.”

So what this mangina is saying is that basically it wasn’t worth the effort of keeping things fair because women were whining and bitching so much that they wanted to be paid as much as men but without having to put in as much effort (under the misnomer of ‘equality’) that they just had to give in.

That’s how feminism works; whine, whine and fucking whine until some manginas cave in, instead of bitch-slapping the miserable dykes – literally or otherwise – and telling them to shut the fuck up.

Fleming said he hoped that any male players angry at the decision would see the light eventually. “They’ll grow up at some point,” he said.

Peter Fleming, for your pitiful employment of shaming language, I hereby declare you to be Mangina Of The Month.


If female tennis players want to earn as much as the men, let them play best-of-five sets. If women continue to complain about how they are paid less than men in sports in general, then let them compete with men in things like running, football, boxing, etc.

posted by Duncan Idaho @ 6:29 PM


Did someone order a marriage strike?
September 16, 2007


21 February 2007

Marriage rates plummet to record lows


The number of adults choosing to marry has fallen to the lowest level since records began, according to provisional figures published today.

This brief report doesn’t go into thoughts and theories of why this is the case, such as men’s reluctance to marry due to horrific divorce laws and a horrific choice of potential wives, but at least it doesn’t engage in the usual triumphalism of bragging that women don’t need men. Which, naturally, is bollocks, given that although I know plenty of women who hit 30 with no husband, I’ve yet to meet one who thought it was a great achievement worth celebrating.

In total, the actual number of couples choosing to walk down the isle annually also fell to the lowest levels since 1896, with only 244,710 marriages in 2005, compared to 273,070 in 2004, and 242,764 in 1896.

So the number of actual marriages in the UK at the moment, with our population of just over 60million, is roughly the same as in the 1890s, when the population was only around 28million.

The whining from the growing hordes of spinsters will only get worse as more and more of them slam into the big three-oh barrier with no hubby and no kids.

My advice; sit back and laugh.

posted by Duncan Idaho @ 9:13 PM


Women victimised by their failure to save
September 16, 2007


19 February 2007


Women ‘losing out by saving less’


The savings gender gap cost women more than £160 million in lost interest alone last year, a report claimed today.

What? Oh for fucks sake.

The “savings gender gap” doesn’t cost women all this money in lost interest, women cost themselves it by not saving.

Research from financial services firm Axa found that during 2006 men out-saved women by a multiple of 1.5 times, setting aside £5.3 billion more in total.


While the typical man saved £1,206.50, the average woman could only squirrel away £794.89.

Of course, women also end up in far, far more debt than men too.

Naturally, the Patriarchy is always blamed, or the wage-gap, or body snatchers from outer space, fucking anything other than women and their own wanton consumerism, not to mention their outdated and foolish belief that they are guaranteed a husband who will pay off her debts and share his savings. Dream on. There may be a few Suckers In Shining Armour, but they’re dwindling.

There’s already one comment from some woman whining that they’re paid less (true, on average, but only because they work less and at easier jobs, on average) and they’re overcharged for things, which is bollocks, given that there is plenty of overpriced designer gear aimed at men, but most of us are sensible enough not to buy it, especially if we can’t afford it.

More of us men are going our own way, taking care of ourselves and investing in our own future and no-one else’s. Women are more than welcome to try the same thing, that is if they’re not too busy spending their wages on clothes and shoes then maxing out their credit cards the next day for more junk.

posted by Duncan Idaho @ 6:24 PM


Vagina Worship Day
September 13, 2007


14 February 2007

Ah, t’is Valentines Day.

I love Valentines Day. Being single and male, it means I don’t have to pay for over-priced cards, pointless flowers, repugnantly cute Teddy Bears or outrageous trips to Paris for some screeching entitlement princess.

Best of all, I get to snicker at the growing ranks of aging single career gals at work, simmering with resentment as bouquets of flowers arrive for the younger women, knowing that they made a big mistake in shunning commitment when they were eligible and deciding to put off marriage until they were old and past it.

Today, one aging man-hating hag was bitching about another colleague, a woman who came in with the flowers her boyfriend gave her that morning and placing them proudly on her desk.

“Look at her, showing off,” grumbled the arch man-hater to another spinster as they hung around the photocopier like grazing wilderbeast.

Never fear you crones, I felt like telling them, for the young women drowning in flowers and cards will soon be old, they’ll soon be deserted by the guys they fucked their way through in their twenties, and they, too, will soon be thirty-something and lonely.

In fact, one woman was saying she was glad her boyfriend didn’t propose to her this morning because “I’m too young for marriage.” She’s 24. She went on to say that 30 was a good age to get married. Yeah, when she’s getting on a bit, when her biological clock is ticking down and her boobs are sagging. I’m sure she’ll be inundated with proposals then. Snigger. That’s what the 30+ hags at the photocopier probably thought when they were young, pretty and perky.

And just out of interest, I took the time to enquire of a couple of women what they got their boyfriends for Valentines Day.

“Nothing,” one replied, triumphantly, as if loving the fact that her boyfriend got her a diamond necklace (what a twat!) and yet she is under no obligation to give him anything in return.

“Nothing,” the other replied, actually sounding rather disgusted, as if the idea of buying anything for her boyfriend was repulsive and stupid. Well, it’s not as if she loves him or anything I suppose.

posted by Duncan Idaho @ 8:44 PM


Working girl
September 13, 2007


11 February 2007

At my workplace, a large and terribly unexciting bank, a vacancy arose reasonably high up on the career ladder. Naturally yours truly didn’t bother applying despite being invited to do so. I’m not working longer hours and taking on more responsibility just so I can pay more taxes. Fuck that.

Two people, male and female, did apply, in addition to outside candidates. The woman – aged 25, outrageous entitlement princess, constantly goes on about how much better women are than men, thinks she’s brilliant because, like nearly every other woman in the office, she has worthless soft-degree – is in my department. She applied early and was really pissed off that this other guy applied.

She took it really personally, and I heard her saying she was sure he had only applied “to spite me.” For fucks sake he doesn’t even know her, he works on the other side of the building. She was convinced that she deserved the job more because the guy is only 23.

I know the guy a little bit, I usually encounter him in the lift. He’s a decent bloke and very confident for his age.

He went for his interview first. I saw him not long afterwards and asked him how it went. He was quite cool, saying he thought it went well but figured that his lack of experience might count against him.

Then the woman went for her interview. As soon as it was over she went to the ladies for half-a-fucking-hour, and several other women were popping in to check on her. Turned out she felt the interview went badly and she was blubbering in there. This was all on work time by the way. Bear in mind this isn’t the first time she’s gone of bawling because of some shit like this or work pressure, and bear in mind she’s often harping on about how women are so great and that’s why they are beginning to dominate workplaces.


Equal Opportunities Commission backtracks a bit
September 13, 2007


09 February 2007

Back-to-work pressure DOES hit family life

The social revolution that encourages more women to go to work is putting intolerable strain on family life, the Government’s sex equality advisers admitted.

The warning, from the Equal Opportunities Commission, results from a poll that showed more than eight out of ten people think it is hard for parents to manage both work and raising children.

It also said that seven out of ten think it is going to get harder.

The findings follow years of pressure from ministers, urged on by the EOC, for mothers to leave young children in day care and return to work.

Strange how the Equal Opportunities Commission (EOC) published this poll, given that it largely contradicts their own ideology of demanding women enter the workforce, demanding men move aside to make way, and demanding mothers stick kids in daycare.

Well done EOC and fembots, try and rewire human nature and fulfill the socialist dreams of having everyone in the workforce and children in grotty daycare centres, and it fucks everything up.

The EOC chief, who lives with human rights activist and former Liberty pressure group chief Andrew Puddephatt, has no children of her own.

Typical. As well as being deranged and incredibly bitter, most feminists are childless and often lesbians too, yet they unashamedly dictate what’s best for other (possibly more normal) women and other people’s children.


Mine blast
September 12, 2007


04 February 2007

Colombia mine gas blast kills 18

A gas explosion at a coal mine in north-eastern Colombia has killed at least 18 miners.

Although it is not explicitly stated, it is clear that all the miners who died were men. As is the case with all the other mine blasts, such as many recent ones in China, including one that left more than a hundred dead.

No, you wouldn’t catch women doing such dangerous (not to mention dirty) jobs like that. They’re too busy sitting in air-conditioned offices, with health and safety rules strictly enforced, and even laws that enable them to file a harassment lawsuit should any man say something they feel uncomfortable with, even if it’s something as lame as “Hey, nice blouse Suzie.” And as they sit there, filing their nails, they bitch and moan about how oppressed they are.

I say it’s time men stopped doing dangerous jobs like mining and construction. Let women try and do them. If they don’t bother – which they won’t – then laugh and watch as nothing gets mined or built and society stagnates and crumbles. Har har!

posted by Duncan Idaho @ 4:44 PM


Boris on fembots
September 11, 2007


01 February 2007


I’ll tell you why women are running out of men to marry

Let’s put it bluntly: nice female middle-class graduates are either becoming permanent Bridget Joneses, or marrying nice male graduates, and they seem on the whole to be turning up their nice graduate noses at male non-graduates. And when the nice middle-class graduate couples get together, they have the double income to buy the houses and push the prices up — and make life even tougher for the non-graduates.

The result is that we have widening social divisions, and two particularly miserable groups: the female graduates who think men are all useless because they can’t find a graduate husband, and the male non-graduates who feel increasingly trampled on by the feminist revolution, and resentful of all these hoity-toity female graduates who won’t give them the time of day.

This article by the cheery, scruffy-haired, scouser-offending Tory MP and part-time television presenter Boris Johnson sums up how women have shot themselves in the foot with feminism when it comes to relationships, how career women cut down the number of ‘eligible men’ because they refuse to marry down.

Boris does implies that feminism is a “good thing” but one that has downsides, which sounds daft, unless he’s pointing out the fact that feminism is a “good thing” just for some women, but has a huge amount of downsides for all men, all children, most of society and quite a lot of women too. He also claims to be an “ardent feminist” but I believe he’s being sarcastic; but then, it’s hard to tell with Boris. He’s an odd chap.


Get back to Uni you dumb men!
September 11, 2007


31 January 2007


Job prospects fear as boys shun university


Of course boys are shunning University; these places are feminist and PC-thug infested shit-holes these days.

I think this is a good thing anyway. Let women storm triumphantly into Universities, get themselves loaded with major debts to get pissy worthless degrees in Media Studies and Women’s Studies. Guys will either pick up a trade and/or experience in the workplace early or, better yet, do an easy job and only take care of themselves financially. Let women work themselves into an early grave at their graduate jobs.

Not that there are many graduate jobs around anyway. Most graduates end up working in call-centres or such shit. I went to Uni, but dropped out, and consequently I’m one of the few people in my department at work who doesn’t have a degree. Does it make any difference? Of course not. I’m at the same level as several women who have degrees in things like History or English, which have no influence on their job skills at all. In fact, apart from the hard sciences and engineering, most degrees are increasingly worthless because so many people have them.


Empowered women and their empowering debt
September 6, 2007


22 January 2007

Women face debt time-bomb from fear of bankruptcy due to social stigma


Thousands of women who are in desperate debt are shying away from bankruptcy because of the social stigma.

Refusal to take this difficult decision is piling on misery and creating even greater debt problems, according to a study from the Consumer Credit Counselling Service.(CCCS)

The CCCS says that 61 per cent of the people it recommends to go bankrupt are women – three quarters of these are single.

No surprise there.

They spend more than they earn on frivolous crap, and increasingly these days are unable to find a sucker who’ll marry them and pay off their debts.

However, more than half of these women refuse to take this drastic step, seeing it as a sign of shame and failure.

Well technically it is a sign of failure. At least most men who file for bankruptcy tend have attempted a business venture, whilst it seems most women go bankrupt because of ridiculous consumerism.

There is also a group of have it all single young women who have loaded up credit cards on clothes, partying and holidays.

Yup. And I know plenty of them. I laugh my arse off when I see them panic as they get older and realise that a Sucker In Shining Armour is probably not going to turn up and marry them and their debts after all. Har har.

posted by Duncan Idaho @ 9:35 PM


Women working longer and loving it. Apparantly.
September 6, 2007


18 January 2007

Women embrace long-hours culture as men bow out

Somehow I don’t think women are actually “embracing” working longer hours. I know of no women over about 30 who wouldn’t rather cut down on work or quit for a few years or altogether. They moan constantly about their workloads. Even the go-getting grrls in their early 20s often admit they hate the idea of having to work all their lives, and many seem to want to (and think they’re entitled to) retire in their 30s.

However, the marriage strike is taking care of things. More and more women who can’t find a sucker who’ll marry them have no choice but to work and support themselves and pay off their own damn credit cards. Plus women flooding the market diluted wages and made the economy adapt to two-income households. Hence those women who do find a sucker to marry often have to continue working anyway, often against their will.

Men may be working a bit less because of positive discrimination but also because fewer of us have wives to support, so we can take it easy. Most of us men aren’t really that materialistic, we only needed flash-cars and designer clothes to impress women. They’re not worth impressing, and marriage is too risky, so we’ll not be working 60+ hours a week anymore, thanks very much. I only work 37-hours a week, and I respond to requests to do overtime with laughter.


Marital toxicity
September 6, 2007


16 January 2007

From trophy wife to toxic wife

An article from the Daily Telegraph that deserves to be quoted in full. I dare any feminist to read through it and still insist marriage is “slavery” for women.

Decadent stay-at-home wives who take their rich husbands for a ride have finally been rumbled, says Tara Winter Wilson

Once upon a time, there was a truth, universally acknowledged, that a man with a powerful job and a beautiful house must be in want of a wife – preferably of the trophy variety. Domesticated, docile yet dazzling, she was the perfect finishing touch.

Not any more. According to research to be published in the journal Labour Economics, the earnings gap between married couples is narrowing. While in the 1980s it was the case that the higher a professional man’s salary the fewer paid hours his wife would put in, men today are more likely to want a dynamic high-flier, an equal who wows him as much in the boardroom as in the bedroom.

‘It is like a perversion of the evolution theory: they have evolved into creatures whose function is simply to get the most for doing the least,’ says one husband.

A victory for feminism? Sadly not. The reason for this change, sisters, is nothing to be proud of.

Rich men, I believe, have finally cottoned on to the sinister side of the stay-at-home wife: unless you marry an equal who’s going to pay her own way, you will end up with a lazy, indulgent, over-pampered slug. For the transition from trophy wife to toxic wife is as fast as the end result is furious.

I should know: many men of my age and acquaintance have become deeply bitter and disappointed about how their wives have changed since they hung up their working wardrobes. I am talking about university-educated women (often Oxbridge graduates) who do a couple of years work in the City before harnessing themselves to a milch cow and “having it all”.

Apparently there’s a new take on “having it all” – and it’s not what the majority of us understood it to mean. Back in the 1970s, it meant effortlessly maintaining a beautiful home, entertaining in grand style, raising perfect children, keeping the husband sweet and having some sort of career in order to create financial independence.

“Superwoman” was the phrase coined for these energetic pioneers; “trophy wives” for the less energetic ones. Today it’s a whole new ball game.

“It is like a perversion of the evolution theory: they have evolved into creatures whose function is simply to get the most for doing the least,” whispered an exhausted husband to me recently. “I wouldn’t mind providing her with so much if she just did something for me occasionally. She’s never even once cooked me a meal.”

“She doesn’t know the definition of sacrifice,” said another angry husband. “Relationships are meant to be about compromise, but she is more about selfishness. I bend and adapt to her needs, yet all she gives me are ultimatums.”

“Can’t you just divorce?” I asked.

“Are you kidding?” he replied. “I’d lose everything I’ve worked for, including my children, and I’d be paying her an indecent amount of money for life.”

“There’s another reason these husbands don’t divorce,” added a sympathetic onlooker. “They don’t want to admit to failure – they don’t want to be ungallant. There’s an unspoken nobility or gentlemanly understanding that divorce is something they don’t do.”

Indeed, “something they don’t do” is a mantra that extends to practically every area of toxic wifedom. Once an intelligent, educated woman who could hold her own in any dinner-party conversation, the toxic wife will do nothing of the sort.

“They not only become utterly vacant, they never throw dinner parties or entertain anyone outside of their small, closeted circle of other vacant wives,” said irate husband number one.

“None of us can understand this: they become obsessed with perfection, grooming, with all aspects of their personal appearance… in a word, they become boring.”

“Vain, boring, indulgent and lazy,” adds yet another voice to the growing army of fed-up husbands. “I have to take the children out of the house every Sunday morning and wander around with them trying to find things to do because my wife must have a lie-in. I’m only allowed back in the house after 11am. Sunday is the nanny’s day off, you see.”

“My wife,” chipped in husband number two, “gives over the whole of the weekend to pursuing what she calls ‘me time’. She goes to retreats, yoga mini-breaks, a spa, a health farm, even art classes… all of which I pay for, of course. What do I get back in return? Nothing.”

So today’s concept of a wife “having it all”, simply put, means never doing anything personally if she can pay someone else to do it for her. And if she can’t find someone else, her husband must do it.

“To be frank,” said another unfortunate husband, “I was conned. And I’m by no means the only one. There’s a pattern of behaviour that these wives all adopt.”

There are five tell-tale signs, apparently. First, she gives up work, ostensibly to care for the brood, only to have the children packed off to either boarding school or intensive (ie, lots of extra-curricular activities) private day schools.

Secondly, she suddenly wants to move somewhere more rural/suburban that suits her idea of family life, yet location-wise is horrendous for her exhausted, ever-commuting husband.

Thirdly, she demands wall-to-wall help, which nearly always includes an abused Filipina who works 12-14 hours a day, six days a week.

Fourthly, she refuses to fulfil in any way the traditional contract of the non-working spouse in terms of doing anything for her husband (such as cooking), while, fifthly, she expects her husband to fulfil the traditional but anachronistic male role in the household (such as paying all the bills).

Here is a typical day outlined by one husband of a toxic wife.

5.30am: Husband leaves for London.
7.45am: Filipina brings wife tea in bed.
8am: Nanny takes children to school.
8.30am: Breakfast, suduko and the papers.
9.30am-4pm: God knows; possibly gym, spa, shopping, boozy lunch with friends, nap or massage.
4pm: Nanny collects children from school.
5.30pm: Nanny gives children tea and goes home.
7pm: Filipina gives children bath.
7.30pm: Wife disappears off to book group.
9pm: Husband returns and roots around for an M&S ready-meal.
10.30pm: Wife returns. Bed.
10.35pm: Sex? In your dreams.

If the above timetable seems hideously parasitic, it is, and so is the woman behind it. The other day I nervously accepted an invitation for lunch with an old school friend. I felt daunted because, several years ago, she married a rich banker and I’d been dumped from her circle.

“Sorry I’m late,” I said on arriving at her mansion. “Got stuck in traffic so bad it gave me road rage.”

“Road rage?” replied Olivia, her eyes swivelling down to my shoes and up to my hair in a split, judgmental second. “Well, I’m suffering from maid rage. I mean, come and look…”

She led me into her kitchen, three times the size of my flat, and slid open a drawer. “How shoddy is that?” She was holding up a fork.

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked, peering at it politely.

“Just look! It has a disgusting piece of encrusted mashed potato on it. I mean, it’s so shoddy! She can’t even unload a dishwasher. I’m really going to have to sack her. And guess what else I discovered this morning? When I opened the towel cupboard after my bath, I noticed that she’d stacked the pink towels amongst the white ones. Can you believe it?”

What made this conversation so scary was the fact that the terrified Filipina was in the room with us, hunched over a table slicing up bits of duck and foie gras for our lunch. “Juanita!” snapped Olivia. “This is your last chance. Do you understand me? You’ll be back in Manila within the week… I couldn’t possibly recommend you to anyone. Understand?”

“Yes Madam,” she sniffed with a tremulous sob.

“And stop dripping your revolting bodily fluids over our lunch. Throw that away and start again. ”

Horrified by her manner and the distressing scene, I asked her for a tour of her home. She had just moved into one of those massive houses in Chelsea Square. Rich folk tolerate people like me (ie, broke ones) only because we make them feel better about themselves.

“Would love to, darling,” she drawled, “but first how about a drinkie-poo? Juanita! Open the champagne chilling in the wine fridge and bring it upstairs to the south drawing-room.”

“Yes Madam,” replied the poor slave.

“I won’t have any, thanks,” I said. “I’m driving and have to pick my children up from school.”

“You mean you don’t have a nanny to do it?” Olivia’s eyes glared with horror. “I have the most delightful Norland one. Although the uniform is brown and ghastly, they are so well trained. She’s downstairs in the basement doing my ironing at the moment…”

This was now utterly surreal. I had no idea that real people lived like this. Yet, minute by agonising minute, it got worse. I tried a bit of light humour.

“Well, let’s hope she’s not weeping tears on to your party dresses, eh?”

“What?” snapped Olivia.

“Well, then you’d ask her to redo the whole lot again, wouldn’t you?”

“Possibly,” she replied. “But a little moisture is no bad thing when ironing out the creases…”

Was she exhibiting a dry wit? I didn’t know. In her pre-toxic wife days, she was amusing and droll. Now we were different beings living in parallel universes. She showed me lavish room after lavish room, and at one point I heard some strange shuffling coming from one of her closets. Maybe her life is not so perfect after all, I thought; maybe she has rats.

As we sat down to lunch in the “informal” dining-room adjacent to the kitchen in an open-plan L-shape, I noticed that Juanita was eating a rather more humble repast slightly around the corner; although I couldn’t see all of her, I could detect an elbow jutting out from time to time.

“She won’t be joining us then?”

“Are you mad?” cried Olivia. “Why would I want to even see my servants?”

As if on cue, a wizened little Filipino man appeared, bowing and scraping. “Madam, I have finished all the shoes. I will go now, thank you madam.” He hurried out.

“See you on Thursday as normal, Pedro,” she replied, barely glancing at him.

“Where did he spring from?” I asked. After all, I’d just endured an exhaustive survey of her house, and there had been no sign of Pedro.

“Oh, he’s our shoe polisher. He comes twice a week. He works in a cupboard – probably why you didn’t notice him.” No rats after all.

Here was an educated woman who spent her days rotting her brain with alcohol, and bossing an army of staff.

“Olivia,” I said, “don’t you miss your old job, your financial independence? Isn’t all this a bit decadent?”

“Forget the work ethic,” she laughed. “Why on earth would I want to struggle, feel tired and look old before my time?”

I left, more agitated than when I arrived. Forget road rage; I was suffering from toxic-wife rage. Driving to collect my children, the outside world felt like a haven of normality and peace. How I pitied these rich and successful men who had naively hoped for a domestic goddess, only to end up with a diva.

Wake up, toxic wives, the game is over. Your milch cows have seen the light of day. You are toxic, you are trouble and you are about to become extinct.


Baby blues
September 5, 2007


12 January 2007

A young woman at work the other day inspired surreptitious sniggering from me as she bragged that she wanted to have four children but did not want to have any until she was “at least thirty.”

Oh boy.

Women seem to be endlessly narcissistic these days, with their endless infatuation with themselves individually and as a sex. Yet they have a startling lack of knowledge about biology. Their most fertile years are between 16 and 21, and the biological clock starts ticking down by the late 20s. By the thirties not only are women less fertile – possibly as barren as the Sahara by 35 – but the risk of birth defects and miscarriages rises too.

According to Wikipedia:

Birth defects, especially those involving chromosome number and arrangement, also increase with the age of the mother. According to the March of Dimes, “At age 25, a woman has about a 1-in-1,250 chance of having a baby with Down syndrome; at age 30, a 1-in-1,000 chance; at age 35, a 1-in-400 chance; at age 40, a 1-in-100 chance; and at 45, a 1-in-30 chance.”[3]

Multiplying the conception rate times the miscarriage rate times the birth defect rates should yield a rough likelihood of a healthy birth:

30-year-olds: .91 x .85 x .999 = 77%
35-year-olds: .84 x .80 x .9975 = 67%
40-year-olds: .64 x .55 x .99 = 35%

So even at 30, there’s almost a one-in-four chance the woman will miscarry or have a spaz baby. By 40 it’s a two-in-three chance. Sure, no pregnancy is risk-free for either the mother or baby, but clearly you’re far better off trying to have children with a woman under 30; ideally under 25. Obviously us men know this instinctively, hence our tendency to go for young women instead of old flappy-titted career bints, although women – especially old flappy-titted career bints – tend to assume this is some sort of vast sexist conspiracy and go friggin’ mental.


Women2Win want Money4Women
September 5, 2007


07 January 2007

Costs ‘deter would-be women MPs’

Women are being deterred from trying to become Parliamentary candidates because of the high costs involved, Tory pressure group Women2Win says.



Why should I give a shit?

They were reluctant to “spend their family’s money” on travel, childcare and other costs associated with finding a seat, said spokesman Katie Perrior.


Yeah, women hate the idea of spending their husband’s family’s money aren’t they? They feel soooo guilty about it.

FFS, check out any shopping mall during weekday afternoons and you’ll see countless women – clearly housewifes, or more accurately “ladies of leisure” – not in work but shopping away, invariably with the “family’s” money. Yeah, they look so guilty as they buy another pair of shoes. They look wracked with remorse as they reluctantly leave a clothes store with a dozen bags whilst hubby is in some office working away.


Predictions for luuurve in 2007
September 5, 2007


06 January 2007


April Masini; relationship expert, advice columnist,
and probably allergic to sunlight and garlic too

This “article” and its contents of the blithering of various women and a few token guys (mostly manginas) is not to be taken seriously, even less so than your average article from women about relationships. It’s just a load of silly self-professed relationship experts, authors and advice columnists trying to market their books and websites. But they try their best to be sincere so I’ll take them as being sincere and laugh at them.

“2007 will continue to be an era of ‘convenience-dating’ – online dating, speed dating, and for the younger generation, getting dates via social networking sites,” predicts Hilary Black. “More than ever, single people — especially in urban areas — are far less anxious to settle down and get married.”

Hmmmm. Strange how we’re always being told the people – including women, no doubt – are “less anxious to settle down and marry.” Maybe young women who can easily go and get another boyfriend to replace the current one think like that, but I don’t ever seem to see women past the age of 28 or thereabouts who are keen on ‘convenience-dating’. At that age, convenience dating tends to mean just getting sport-fucked. Assuming any guys pay attention to them.


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