The Spearhead (Thanks, Kave!)
Hey, you men out there! Do you feel oppressed? Has this gynocracy forced you to treat women with respect without even letting you get laid whenever you want? Well, good news! We have a Web site for you. Also, fuck you!
The Spearhead is basically a "more intelligent" Web site for assholes who, despite having graduated from college, still worship at the altar of Tucker Max. Respected thinkers like "Hawaiian Libertarian" and "Pro-male/Anti-feminist Tech" discuss books, politics, and any time a woman gets promoted when there was also a man who was a candidate for the job, ever.
This isn't, by the way, just some guys whining about how they are expected to pay for dates, hold open doors, etc. These are adult men who literally see it fit to print something like this:
"Gay men have invented new technology, built cities, researched cures for disease, made profound contributions to the arts, literature and philosophy, excelled at athletics and participated wholly in every aspect of the development of civilization as we know it.
But of course, they did not do these things because they were gay.
They did these things because they were men."
... And then somehow cry victimhood.
Actually, as far as I can tell, their real problem isn't that they're getting treated as less-than-equal, but that the lowly woman, a clearly inferior creature, has the nerve to expect to be treated as an equal. Men do things. Women have babies. It's as simple as that, and if you don't like it, man, you've got a problem with God. And in case you ever need reminding that men do things, The Spearhead is there to help out. They put their own spin on local news stories, turning "Small girl falls down canyon, hurts self, is rescued" into "MAN rescues injured WOMAN, is barely thanked despite display of obvious gender superiority."
Reading The Spearhead is like watching a baby in a business suit click around CNBC's Web site. There are a couple things in that picture that could make you believe this baby just might know what it's doing. Then, of course, you remember that hey, it's a fucking baby.