Veganstein

Vegans don’t eat eggs because chickens don’t consent to their eggs being eaten.

But chickens aren’t capable of giving consent, neither can eggs. So the whole argument is a non sequitur. It’s your classic chicken and egg issue.

Similarly, Weinsteinism is driven by outrage at the lack of consent given (by the chicks, not the eggs).

Which is to say that vegans and the Weinstein victims are probably the same set of mad dieting women.

Like all women, they want to be wanted, but in their case, only by those they choose to want them.

Lust by implicit consent… no wonder it goes wrong. The vegans always withhold full consent, just as an insurance policy. You never know when you might need to be publicly outraged so as to be able to join the club of like minded outraged dieters.

They want to be in a club with rules about consent because they honestly can’t make up their own rules. They are confused about sex and many other things.

It makes me wonder though, what part of the Weinstein predator likes sex without consent. My guess is that it isn’t interesting to them when there is consent.

There’s more than one type of consent of course; with the head, e.g. prostitution, and with the heart, e.g. love.

Weinsteins don’t want either; they just want to propagate their genes into the nether regions of the population, like Vikings. They don’t know this of course, poor dears.

We must remember of course that misogyny isn’t illegal (yet). I support your right to be a misogynist and, you, I support your right to be a misandrist on your witch hunt (now redefined as witches hunting men, not men hunting witches).

BTW,

This is totally the opposite to my MO. It’s the consent that I’ve always chased. That’s the winner.

Which leads me to suspect that I need the validation that comes with being loved. And if history has anything to say, this also needs constant renewal. Each new consent conquest has a half life, varying by numerous factors.

I’d day this is a problem unless I go the Phil route and succumb to eternal Singledom. How to stop it, I ask?