Normally I'm not one of those people that are like, "Oh, Fox News, what are you doing?" in an exasperated tone. I'm one of the people that views Fox News as, in essence, the Duke brothers. Every week they get themselves into some sort of bucket of syrup and it'll be entertaining to watch them wiggle their way out of it. I know they've been a bad steward of the news for the slack jawed American public and I don't mind that because I think if I put a dish of excrement in front of you and you eat it, it's your own goddamn fault. However, I was on Yahoo! of all places a couple nights ago when I saw one of their front page stories "WHICH PROFESSION MAKES THE BEST LOVERS!" Naturally, my interest was piqued. When I clicked the link, instead of being taken to a page of text as I had hoped would be the case (honestly, for a question like this I only need one word, or two if it was dental hygenist or something), I was taken to a video for Fox News instead. I was immediately assaulted by this smug-looking chubby guy who looks like he's trying to age gracefully. He has his hair gelled up into spikes, which I always take as a phallic compensation, the top two buttons of his shirt are undone to indicate that he's cool and that he's into partying on nights when Matlock isn't on. He looks like the kind of person that, in apropos of nothing, says INTERNET! or SKATEBOARD! during normal conversation just to show how 'in touch' he is. He probably describes himself as controversial and unapologetic and 'real'. In short, he's a real douche.
To give you an idea of how stupid this person is, his first line is "Do the geeks inherit the skirts?" At this point, I calmly retrieved the pistol I keep in my desk drawer, put it into my mouth, pulled the hammer back and painted the wall behind me with my beautiful, beautiful brain. Obviously, unfortunately, that wasn't the case, though, I wish it were. The next thing he says--this time to his co-host--some bleach blonde woman with this thoroughly-fucked glazed over look in her eyes-- is, "according to this study, 81% of IT professionals said that their pleasure was secondary to their partner's pleasure. Why do you think that?" The fact that he posed this woman a question is hilarious because it becomes evident that, clearly, this woman doesn't think. At all. Ever. Her reasoning is that IT professionals are just so excited to have sex that they want ensure a repeat performance by making sure everyone's needs are fulfilled. There are a number of problems with this statement. First, I think it's just good manners to make sure everyone is having fun during sex. I assume she isn't fucking the IT department (in fact, they probably all revile her wretched soul), so then is it also safe to assume that she's never been pleased during sex? She's probably a cadaverous lay and the husband that she married for money no doubt drapes himself over her like a wet pile of laundry and shoots a load of dust into her. Secondly, I was hoping that we'd moved past this whole nerds don't mesh well with women, etc. bullshit. Sure, we're a socially awkward bunch. Some more than others, but the fundamental nature of people is that they'll have sex with whoever they want to have sex with. It's sort of antediluvian to say or think, "oh, man I'm only going to have sex with people that are confined to a certain group of individuals..."
I tried to convince my friend that this was racist, but she wasn't buying it and I guess I can understand the reasoning behind her decision, because nerds aren't a race. But it's still a form of prejudice based on spurious stereotypes.
Then he asks this other guy, who looks like a chubby tanned baby with a receding hairline, why he thinks 'nerds' make the best lovers and not gym rats that have so much energy and are so awesome, etc. I'm surprised the word sex is even in this munchkin's lexicon. The repugnant munchkin says he doesn't know why nerds make the best lovers and instead does this impression of a nerd asking if they should get down at his mother's basement or her mother's basement. He should spend less time mocking the question no nerd would ever ask and ponder the only question he ever has to ask in a sexual relationship - "How much for the night?"
The host appears to ask his only semi-intelligent question during the last minute of the segment by asking this 'author' named Ron, who, again, is a chubby grey-haired babyman in glasses, if he thinks that narcissism ruins all forms of human interaction. A valid question... UNTIL he says that it's about people with smaller egos thinking they have to perform better in bed. Sigh. So close. Anyway, the guy answers with this stupid story about how he's slept with the ugliest women on earth that he had to bring in through the fire escape, yet, it was these women that gave themselves wholly over in a bid to pleasure this terrestrial porpoise.
One of the people, and I use that term loosely, says that it was like Ron was helping these women by having sex with them. If anything, sir, I would consider having sex with Ron a disservice to women.
The woman then comes in with a zinger: "But could she set up your wi-fi?" Oh! Glad to see the vapid bitch brought her A-game tonight!
If you thought this segment couldn't get any dumber or offensive, you were wrong! Because in the last 15 seconds, they crank this shit to eleven. They cut to a talking...newspaper? The newspaper says that the study showed that people who frequented the gym were less likely to use sex toys. The reason for this, according to the newspaper? Because they don't need to. Because people who go the gym have stamina and don't get tired after 'the first thrust' and that maybe nerds should frequent the gym.
I'm foaming at the mouth now, gnashing at anything that moves. I'm a human old yeller. Waiting for someone to shoot me behind the barn so I never have to witness what stupid shit people will get up to when they have an audience ever again.
Hit the link if you want to experience it for yourself:
Frustrating Bullshit
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