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That about sums it up!

26 Jan

That about sums it up!

Dating single mothers? Just say NO! A note for all the single dudes.

11 Nov

First up, let’s clarify our terms.  A widow is NOT a single mother.  Her husband died!  Lumping her in with single mothers is an insult to his memory, to her and to her children.  So don’t even think of doing it.  Especially war widows.  If you ever find yourself referring to a woman whose husband died on a battlefield as a single mother, you should immediately pour Tabasco sauce into your eyes, because you deserve to weep all the tears I’m certain she has.

Divorced mothers are also NOT single mothers, although a huge flashing PROCEED WITH CAUTION sign is definitely in order.  We’ll get to these charming ladies later.

A single mother is a woman who had a child outside of any established relationship, or a relationship so fragile the thickest retard in the world ought to have been able to see bringing a child on board was a FUCKING TERRIBLE IDEA.  Single mothers are bona fide idiots and here is why you should never even consider dating one:

First, this is a woman who clearly doesn’t give a shit about her child’s well-being and future prospects.  Children of single mothers do poorly on every imaginable scale:  they have more emotional problems, experience more stress, are more likely to grow up poor, they have lower educational achievements and experience way more behavioral problems than children who grow up with married parents.  Depression, suicide, drug abuse, jail and psychiatric medications are all more common in populations of children raised by single mothers.


Ladies, this is why abortion exists!  If you screw up and get pregnant, don’t screw up even more and bring an innocent child along with you!  The rest of us who have to LIVE with your fucked up, emotionally scarred children will PAY you to have a fucking abortion.  Be sensible, for the love of god.

Second, single mothers are clearly really, really shitty at making life decisions.  Having a child out of wedlock is pretty much the number one thing you can do to fuck up your life.  You can pick up a heroin addiction, drop out of high school, rob a bank or decide to write the great American novel financing yourself on your credit cards. All of those things can be fixed.  You can go to rehab, get your GED, get parole, and pay off those cards.  But once you have a child, you cannot take it back.  It’s done.

Third, single mothers profoundly misunderstand men.  There are few men who are overjoyed to spend their blood, sweat and tears on some other guy’s genetic offspring.  Remember the Cinderella Effect? (http://judgybitch.com/2012/10/27/of-course-gay-people-should-get-married-and-have-children-its-the-most-natural-thing-in-the-world/)

It’s real.  A modern man doesn’t turn up his nose at a woman with some sexual experience who might have learned a trick or two from previous lovers about what men REALLY like, or more likely, she learned how to FIND OUT, but the majority of men would like to see a NEW sign on her uterus.  No previous occupants.  When a man picks a wife, he wants to know he won’t be competing with some random babydaddy who was there before him.


A woman who cares so little about her children, her own prospects, and her future husband is NOT going to make a great wife.  Sorry.  It’s just not going to happen.  A great wife and mother places the needs and happiness of her husband and children ABOVE her own needs, and in doing so, finds her greatest happiness.  So politically incorrect to say so, I know.  But a woman who makes YOU the center of her life is going to be a great wife.  Oh, and in return, you have to make HER the center of your life.

See how that works?  Yeah.  Not really a huge mystery.  You live for one another.  You both put each other’s happiness above your own.  Exactly what single mothers do NOT do.

Now divorced mothers, who are a breed of single mothers, MIGHT  be a little different, but whenever you approach one, sing this little song in your head:  it takes two to tango.

Never, ever assume a divorced woman is some innocent blushing maid cruelly abused by some terrible man.  Oh, that’s the story she’ll spin for you, because really, what women is going to sit there and say “I’m an unbearably controlling and irrational cunt who made my husband’s life such hell he decided he would rather be a weekend Dad than spend one more second with me”.

When you meet a divorced single mother, immediately start looking for the flaw.  It’s something big.  Something that drove another man to pledge his undying love to her, to have and to hold, from this day forth, and then sometime later decide “fuck this shit.  I’m outta here”. Stand firmly on guard.  Scan the horizon, dude.  Something wicked this way comes.  Or it soon will.

Divorced moms who escaped abusive marriages with drug/sex/gambling/whatever addicts should not get a free pass from you, either.  Even if it’s TRUE that the husband was a colossal fuck-up, you need to ask yourself what kind of imperceptive moron couldn’t spot that?  What kind of insecurities plague a woman who thinks getting married to a drug addict is  good idea?  What kind of delusional self-image does a woman have, if she can fall for a con artist with a gambling habit that would shame Charlie Sheen?  Be very cautious around a woman who takes none of the blame for her failed marriage.  You might not be the FIRST man she blames all her problems on, but you sure as hell can be NEXT.

Don’t be.

On the whole, give single and divorced mothers a pass.  And for the love of god, if you decide to give one a spin, STAY AWAY FROM THE CHILD.  That child is aching for a man to call his or her own.  Every child of a single mother lies awake at night in bed, longing for the Daddy he sees on TV, in books, in the lives of the other kids at school.  He wants you so badly.  Don’t let him fall in love.  You’ll break his heart.  Or hers.  Little girls long for daddies as much as little boys.

That’s the real danger.  The children of single mothers have already been wounded so deeply by the lack of a father.  To give them some hope that it might be YOU, and then leave them is unspeakably cruel.  It’s the worst thing you can do.  You can’t save those little innocents, but you can save them from hurting even more.

Don’t date single mothers.  It’s just not worth it.

Lots of love,


Six steps to raising a son in a feminist world

4 Nov

Still thinking about that Daily Life article and I thought I would give MY six steps for raising a son in a world that doesn’t like little boys very much.


GET MARRIED AND STAY MARRIED.  The most important thing a little boy needs is his DADDY.  If you can’t get this step right, heaven help you and your son.  All children need their fathers, but little boys in particular get chucked under the proverbial bus, loaded with single mothers demanding more money, more benefits, more handouts, more respect, more of everything they have not earned and do not deserve. 

It’s a curious contradiction: feminism wants little boys to act like little girls (touching, hugging, kissing, crying, playing dress-up, use your words!) EXCEPT when it comes to breaking their little guy’s hearts by divorcing or walking away from their son’s father.  In that case, be a man, little man!  Suck it up and move on.

LET HIM PLAY VIOLENT GAMES. It’s a rare little boy who sees a stick and doesn’t turn it into a weapon.  Little boys love bows and arrows, guns, knives, shields, helmets and every other artifact of war.  And no, they don’t want to have a tea party with Pookie and CindyBear.  They want to dig a trench and send Pookie to the Medevac chopper with some serious injuries.  You’re dead, Pookie!

Violent video games are important to little boys for a number of reasons.  Firstly, they give boys an outlet for their aggressions, which are perfectly natural and if you woke up this morning NOT speaking German, you should be able to perceive the usefulness of those aggressions.  Video games also demand mastery.  The programmers aren’t pleasant lunch ladies who will pat you on the head and let you proceed to the next level because “Good effort, Tommy”.  Nope.  Want to get to the next level in Call of Duty?  Then get it right.  All of it.  There are no medals for showing up.  Video games are an antidote to the idea that competition is bad and that mastery is immoral.

Another curious contradiction: feminism insists that cooperation is more valuable than competition, and that competitions should be engineered to benefit the weakest players (let’s pass a QUOTA for women on executive boards!). Women should be in every competition, watering it down and turning it into a cooperative effort, by force of law if necessary. Except for sports.  Let’s keep sports segregated, because if women had to compete head to head against men in football and basketball and skiing and every other sport, there would be exactly ZERO female athletes left.

RESPECT HIS BODY.  I don’t give a fuck what your imaginary friend thinks, you DO NOT mutilate your infant son’s penis.  NOT EVER.  If he grows up and decides he likes your imaginary friend and wants an imaginary friend of his own, well good for him!  He can mutilate his own penis, then.  HIS BODY, HIS CHOICE.

Let’s say it again:  HIS BODY, HIS CHOICE!

RESPECT HIS MIND.  Little boy’s minds do not work the same as little girl’s.  Girls are happy to process visual data at an early age.  They like cooperative play.  They will sit quietly and listen to stories and follow instructions and cut and paste teddy bears onto the picnic board.

Little boys do not want to sit quietly.  They want to run and scream and jump and discover and invent and tear things apart and put them back together again and kick and chase and jump on each other until someone cries.  Eventually, they grow up and invent iPhones and space ships and microwaves and automobiles and pretty much every other useful thing we have on the planet.

There is no such thing as Attention Deficit Disorder or whatever other bullshit term is used to describe little boys being little boys.  The school system needs to change to celebrate the energy and vitality of little boys, but it will take the PARENTS of those little boys to make it happen.  You can start by REFUSING to drug your little boys.  Drugs are bad, JUST SAY NO!


SHOWER HIM WITH KISSES!  Despite their energy and their desire to turn every implement in your kitchen into a weapon, little boys have soft little hearts and they desperately need their mother’s love and kindness and validation.  YOU will model the kind of woman he will eventually marry, so try and BE the loving wife you would wish for him.  Take care of him, treat him gently, listen to him, give him tons of affection and feed him when he’s hungry.  Not that different from how you should treat your husband.

CELEBRATE MEN.  Create a home that welcomes and celebrates men.  Have lots of books and pictures and toys and trains and cars and spaces that look like they were designed by and for men.  Throw cushions and glass ornaments are fine for YOUR room, but your home should be a space that welcomes men.  Treat your male friends and relatives with respect and courtesy and when the guys are outside on the back deck and need some cold beer, get it for them.  And when your husband hands his son a glass with a sip of beer in it, go inside and shut the hell up.  That little boy is HIS son, too.

LET HIM BE DIFFERENT.  JudgyBitch has a ten year old daughter, PinkyPinkyPie and her best friend is a little guy I call AngelBoy.  Their favourite pastime is to read aloud to one another and AngelBoy loves to braid PinkyPinkyPie’s waist length hair into elaborate creations he learns by watching internet tutorials.  AngelBoy is exactly like his father, so he is growing up in a home with a mom and dad who understand him, love him and let him be who he is.  Not every little boy will be a ball of screaming energy, and that’s fine.  Some little boys quite naturally behave like little girls and that is perfectly okay.  Respect your son for everything he is and he will grow up to respect himself, and the people around him.


Oh, one more thing.  When he gets to be a teenager and starts spending a lot of time alone in his room, let your husband show him the best porn sites.  He probably knows some good ones.





Lots of love,


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