Books /women/ cannot understand

ITT: books women literally cannot appreciate fully

Steppenwolf

I imagine very misogynistic books.

Mobie-Dick

Philosophy books.

diary of a gay porn star

I'm not talking about misogyny or anything, that's not what I mean by books women cannot understand. I'm sure there are plenty of books men cannot understand either

Boku no Suck My Dicko.

>Diary of a person who trades money for sex with men
This is probably the only book a woman could understand

Just about anything written by a man

mishima

master and commander

...

The communist manifesto

All narratives are about anagnorisis and self-transcendence, either for the audience or the protagonist. Women are incapable of either, so they are tourists in literature, at best.

>Implying men can understand Mishima unless they're japanese reactionary hypernationalists and also gay
>Implying men can understand Moby Dick unless they're autistically obsessed with whaling and seamanship and also gay
>Implying men can understand Proust unless they lived during the Belle Epoque and also are gay
>Implying men can understand Storm of Steel unless they lived through WWI trench warfare and also are gay
>Implying men can understand Logico-Tractatus Philosophicus unless they're hyperautistic and also in gay love with one of Hume's descendants

Alright honey

>Implying men can understand Our Lady of the Flowers if the didn't fought in WWII and are also gay
>Implying men can understand Les Mots et Les Chouses if they're not interested in getting HIV from public bathroom orgies for biopolitical reasons

It really bothers women that they don't have any real interests and very rarely contribute to culture.

Lolita

But the MAN could be gay.
Woman would never understand gay ideas.

why do women obsessively read gayness in male relations in literature and history

Imagine a life where you have never been great at anything, never felt the urge to be great at anything, never felt that magnetic admiration to someone who was great at something, wanted to imitate and ultimately defeat him. Just nothing. Literally all you do in life is exist. Occupy space. pass the time. You're a chick.

You're bored,tweeting about your hair and not even feeling any kind of happiness from it, just soothing your constant need to be bitter and cunty and petty toward other women. Every single thing you've done in the past year was mundane, shallow, and boring. You spent the last six hours reading kinda-interesting Reddit stories about people who made interesting Halloween hats for their kids or some stupid bullshit that you think is interesting and you may say is interesting but you're not really sure if it's really interesting. You're just fucking sitting there, gestating, fermenting, with a moist hole between your legs that guarantees you'll at least never have to get up and move around and work to support yourself.

And then you see men, over in some corner, having fun. You've never seen this before. What are they even doing? Instead of their consciousnesses merely sitting in their thick skull and revolving around itself, they are imbuing their conscious energy and intentionality into external objects, crafts, goals, projects. All the bitterness and cuntiness you feel nonstop seems to be absent, as they congratulate each other for being victorious, and happily learn from someone who defeated them. These creatures are truly content to be alive. They have found purpose in a purposeless universe.

And your gaze turns back on itself, on your self, and you realise you've never had that. You can never have it. You're just a stupid cunt.

So you get up, you walk over there, and you fucking ruin everything. Just ruin the whole fucking thing. The five seconds of attention you get will be worth destroying it. Because you're a woman.

Go back to the kitchen, Bitch

>implying your mother didn't experience anagnorisis when she realized how much of a faggot she had given birth to, and that the fact that she still loves you even though you're a NEET piece of shit who laughs at frog-memes and a total genetic dead-end isn't an example of self-transcendence of the highest order

WEW
LAD

True tbqh.

Gayness is the mark of an ascended mind.

>Implying it is not the case that all the works cited are permeated with gayness

Honestly, the only one that stands out is Storm of Steel, but that's still pretty gay.

Ironically, too much work for no payoff.

>IMPLYING UR MOM DIDNT THINK UR A FAG BECAUSE U R [repeats "ur a fag" for eight more lines]

Learn to write.

Ironically, your understanding of irony is Alanis Morisette tier.

And I called you a faggot only once, fag.

Learn to read.

If you don't understand the irony of failing to include an anagnorisis in narrative whose (shitty) punchline is anagnorisis, I can't help you.

You also don't understand synecdoche.

The evidence that you are a woman is now incontrovertible. I feel slightly guilty, like I'm yelling at a child for not understanding adult concepts. I hope everything's OK with you.

HE'S SWERVING

NOW HE'S FLAILING

You can't help me because you're a miserable idiot.

>You also don't understand synecdoche.

LMAO, what the legitimate fuck.

>The evidence that you are a woman is now incontrovertible. I feel slightly guilty, like I'm yelling at a child for not understanding adult concepts. I hope everything's OK with you.

I'm sorry I rekt your feelings so hard by pointing out that your mom considers you a failure. It started as a joke, but now I don't think it's that funny, just tragic.

Nah, jk, it's pretty funny.

>I'm sure there are plenty of books men cannot understand either
like what?
i've read some books that are centered on issues exclusive to women, and i felt like i could appreciate them.

Imagine a life where you have never been great at anything, never felt the urge to be great at anything, never felt that magnetic admiration to someone who was great at something, wanted to imitate and ultimately defeat him. Just nothing. Literally all you do in life is exist. Occupy space. pass the time. You're a NEET.

You're bored,shitposting about male superiority and not even feeling any kind of happiness from it, just soothing your constant need to be bitter and edgy and petty toward women. Every single thing you've done in the past year was mundane, shallow, and boring. You spent the last six hours reading kinda-funny Veeky Forums threads about people who stole Shia LaLeouf's flag or some stupid bullshit that you think is interesting and you may say is interesting but you're not really sure if it's really interesting. You're just fucking sitting there, gestating, fermenting, with neetbux check in your hands that guarantees you'll at least never have to get up and move around and work to support yourself.

And then you see women, over in some corner, having fun. You've never seen this before. What are they even doing? Instead of their consciousnesses merely sitting in their thick skull and revolving around itself, they are imbuing their conscious energy and intentionality into external objects, crafts, goals, projects. All the bitterness and edginess you feel nonstop seems to be absent, as they congratulate each other for being victorious, and happily learn from someone who defeated them. These creatures are truly content to be alive. They have found purpose in a purposeless universe.

And your gaze turns back on itself, on your self, and you realise you've never had that. You can never have it. You're just a worthless fag.

So you get up, you walk over there, and you fucking ruin everything. Just ruin the whole fucking thing. The five seconds of attention you get will be worth destroying it. Because you're a virgin.

>googles "synecdoche"
>"Uh... I think I get it. What is he saying I don't get? I don't get it."
>rereads wikipedia definition
>"I don't understand what he means.."
>goes back to thread
>writes half a I BET YOU HAVE A TINY DICK?? insult post
>"No, that won't work. I have to up the ante! But I can't directly reply to him, because I don't know what he's saying.."
>dodge the necessity of replying by replying with empty boring snark to multiple of his posts
>retreats into being "so obviously a troll that I can't care that I've been beaten XD" mode, cranking the obviousness up to max levels of "Jk I rekt you XDD! PWNED noob!"

I have wasted thousands of hours of my life effeminately arguing with other fat men on the Internet in the middle of a weekday when we should both be working and bettering ourselves. I have reached the point where I'm old and experienced enough not only to see the hidden structures of Internet slapfights, not only to exploit this structural knowledge to become "good" at Internet slapfights, but even to have had the epiphany that being good at Internet slapfights is a shameful, pointless thing.

I can see every move you are making and every move you might possibly make, three posts before you make it. I've had sixteen hour arguments about Emperor Palpatine that spiralled into year-spanning rivalries, where it became a chore every time we both posted in the same thread, because we both knew that our eternal battle to be snarkier-than-thou and post-ironically superior to one another was obliged to recommence. Every single thing you're doing right now is a childlike version of a technique I mastered in its fully developed form, years ago.

Don't follow in my footsteps. This is how the Internet gets you. It swirls your primitive emotions together and makes you think that you're actually doing something. First you're mad at someone being misogynistic, but you mask the madness by pretending to be trolling them. Pretending, not just to them, but to yourself. Finally, you're annoyed that they're fighting back, and suddenly you're in an interminable, face-saving e-battle to be the snarkiest guy who cares the least. Now you're stuck, scrambling for comebacks that no one cares about and no one will read, on an anonymous Internet forum. This will only end when you submerge the psychic pain of being defeated in meaningless cyber-combat by posting another "REKT NOOB XD!" thing that doesn't even make you feel good or victorious to post. You have to escape from the cycle. I'll pray for you. All trolling and irony aside, women are worthless non-contributors.

I love how vicious women can get when they're reminded of how useless they are.

...

>still not sees the original post for the massive neet projection that it is
>being this much of a hopeless autist in current year

Alright man, I genuinely and unironically liked most of this post.

Fuck this, I'm going for a walk.

My diary desu

weaponized autism is a beautiful thing though

>I have wasted thousands of hours of my life effeminately arguing with other fat men on the Internet in the middle of a weekday when we should both be working and bettering ourselves. I have reached the point where I'm old and experienced enough not only to see the hidden structures of Internet slapfights, not only to exploit this structural knowledge to become "good" at Internet slapfights, but even to have had the epiphany that being good at Internet slapfights is a shameful, pointless thing.
>I can see every move you are making and every move you might possibly make, three posts before you make it. I've had sixteen hour arguments about Emperor Palpatine that spiralled into year-spanning rivalries, where it became a chore every time we both posted in the same thread, because we both knew that our eternal battle to be snarkier-than-thou and post-ironically superior to one another was obliged to recommence. Every single thing you're doing right now is a childlike version of a technique I mastered in its fully developed form, years ago.
>Don't follow in my footsteps. This is how the Internet gets you. It swirls your primitive emotions together and makes you think that you're actually doing something. First you're mad at someone being misogynistic, but you mask the madness by pretending to be trolling them. Pretending, not just to them, but to yourself. Finally, you're annoyed that they're fighting back, and suddenly you're in an interminable, face-saving e-battle to be the snarkiest guy who cares the least. Now you're stuck, scrambling for comebacks that no one cares about and no one will read, on an anonymous Internet forum. This will only end when you submerge the psychic pain of being defeated in meaningless cyber-combat by posting another "REKT NOOB XD!" thing that doesn't even make you feel good or victorious to post. You have to escape from the cycle. I'll pray for you. All trolling and irony aside,
instant pasta

Beautiful

Are you a non-English speaker or just a female?

can't understand mishima because i'm not a manlet

>implying Veeky Forums isn't lgtb past gay death
why do you think we have so many posters in their thirties and dykes?

>I've had sixteen hour arguments about Emperor Palpatine that spiralled into year-spanning rivalries

What have you done for culture?

>have no arguments
>are you stupid or dum?
>kekeke xDD

This is the greatest thing I've seen posted this year.

he's on Veeky Forums, idiot.

>QUOD
>ERAT
>DEMONSTRANDUM

You're like the Pai Mei of internet autism. It is a joy to watch a master at his art.

The ultimate redpill

Look at the options gay men are presented in the popular culture. Best friend, cosmetology, wedding planning, fashion design. Very gay men need to associate with women because they don't have the opportunity to engage in the basic rites of being a man at a young age.

I've had strong feelings for men but the idea I'd have to hang up my dick and become a glorified slave to a vapid cunt is insulting. It's sex between two men, at no point do you get to enter into the equation.

>still not sees
Learn conjugation, girlbrains.
I write songs and make precision gears for industrial/military application. It's not much but not many individual people do much for culture at large.

Got cheated on a couple days ago. This helped m8, thanks.

>virgin
When will they realize that the world does not revolve around their sexual pleasure?

Obviously it was meant to be seeing. But congrats on finding a convenient option to swerve away from the need to defend your autistic statements, bucko. Another great victory for the virginal master race.

wut