Mencius Moldbugman

I can only guess that in Feminist Sweden the roles have been reversed and young men now have to paint themselves and look nice for the dominant females of the reigning clitterati. They reminded me of the "Beautiful Ones" from Calhoun’s famous 1960s mouse utopia experiments.

Don’t get me wrong. There are some good places in Sweden. There are some lovely old towns, islands & mountains if the cold and the expense doesn’t put you off. A special mention needs to be said about the Vasa Museum. An interesting place, but one where I saw a very Swedish scene

The Vasa Museum is a huge building in Stockholm which houses a 17th century warship - The Vasa - which sank 20 minutes into its maiden voyage and fell beneath the sea. It was later reclaimed and can visit the museum to view the well-preserved remains. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vasa_(ship) …

Here we joined a guided tour where a Swedish woman walked us round the ship and related its history. All was good until she went a bit weird and started getting very emotional about the boat’s history. She got a bit teary eyed & started blabbering a feminist rant which went thus:

"One thing I don't like, is that people say the boat's sinking was a tragedy. But people forget the real tragedy. People died when the boat sank. Those people were men, but everybody forgets they had wives and mothers and daughters back home...”

”... These were real women who would have suffered from oppression in the 16th century and who were the real victims of the Vasa. That is the real tragedy. Not the men who died, but the women who lived on." (Taken verbatim from my notes at the time.)

So according to this deluded feminist cretin: a boat sank, killed loads of men, and the real tragedy was the women sat at home? Right. I wasn't surprised when I later saw in the museum a whole section on women's suffering and the evils of 16th century Europe.

Sweden is a sick country. Ever since I spent time there I studiously avoid any and all types of Swedish influence. Never listen to ABBA. Shun meatballs. Don’t even approach a Volvo. Most importantly: at all costs keep your distance from IKEA as if your life depended on it.