"I am just about to stop buying gillette products"damn... what would it actually take, naming you be name?
Posted on 01/14/2019 5:54:15 PM PST by vannrox
My masculinity is so Fing toxic a low quality Gillette razor or any other thats is not a straight edge has not touched face in almost a decade. When I trim my large 5+ inch long bushy full on man beard its with scissors like a man should trim. The straight razor is only for the tops of the cheeks can’t be looking like wolf boy with hair up to my eyeballs.
Fortunately I work with other real men in the oil industry we all have full beards ALL of us, my entire team does as does my two rig crews in the field. These metrosexual beta cuckolds they show in every commercial that features a white man is just part of the culture war against us.
Rest easy real red blooded America men still exist we build sh1t, drill sh1t, and make sh1t with our bare hands.
I digress my point was I’ll never buy a Gillette product why when German Mercur steel is so much superior in straight razor form or in a chrome safety razor I own both accept no substitute.
I used to have all kinds of stuff from CVS. Maybe I have one of their generics. Hmmmmm....
Co-stanza!
Is that my clock?
"I am just about to stop buying gillette products"damn... what would it actually take, naming you be name?
this is from the sister of the certifiably crazy dyke who founded NOW
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/3200158/posts
Marxist Feminism’s Ruined Lives
Frontpagemag.com ^ | 9-2-2014 | Mallory Millett
“When women go wrong men go right after them.” – Mae West
“Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy; its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.” Winston Churchill wrote this over a century ago.
During my junior year in high school, the nuns asked about our plans for after we graduated. When I said I was going to attend State University, I noticed their disappointment. I asked my favorite nun, “Why?” She answered, “That means you’ll leave four years later a communist and an atheist!”
What a giggle we girls had over that. “How ridiculously unsophisticated these nuns are,” we thought. Then I went to the university and four years later walked out a communist and an atheist, just as my sister Katie had six years before me.
Sometime later, I was a young divorcee with a small child. At the urging of my sister, I relocated to NYC after spending years married to an American executive stationed in Southeast Asia. The marriage over, I was making a new life for my daughter and me. Katie said, “Come to New York. We’re making revolution! Some of us are starting the National Organization of Women and you can be part of it.”
I hadn’t seen her for years. Although she had tormented me when we were youngsters, those memories were faint after my Asian traumas and the break-up of my marriage. I foolishly mistook her for sanctuary in a storm. With so much time and distance between us, I had forgotten her emotional instability.
And so began my period as an unwitting witness to history. I stayed with Kate and her lovable Japanese husband, Fumio, in a dilapidated loft on The Bowery as she finished her first book, a PhD thesis for Columbia University, “Sexual Politics.”
It was 1969. Kate invited me to join her for a gathering at the home of her friend, Lila Karp. They called the assemblage a “consciousness-raising-group,” a typical communist exercise, something practiced in Maoist China. We gathered at a large table as the chairperson opened the meeting with a back-and-forth recitation, like a Litany, a type of prayer done in Catholic Church. But now it was Marxism, the Church of the Left, mimicking religious practice:
“Why are we here today?” she asked.
“To make revolution,” they answered.
“What kind of revolution?” she replied.
“The Cultural Revolution,” they chanted.
“And how do we make Cultural Revolution?” she demanded.
“By destroying the American family!” they answered.
“How do we destroy the family?” she came back.
“By destroying the American Patriarch,” they cried exuberantly.
“And how do we destroy the American Patriarch?” she replied.
“By taking away his power!”
“How do we do that?”
“By destroying monogamy!” they shouted.
“How can we destroy monogamy?”
Their answer left me dumbstruck, breathless, disbelieving my ears. Was I on planet earth? Who were these people?
“By promoting promiscuity, eroticism, prostitution and homosexuality!” they resounded.
They proceeded with a long discussion on how to advance these goals by establishing The National Organization of Women. It was clear they desired nothing less than the utter deconstruction of Western society. The upshot was that the only way to do this was “to invade every American institution. Every one must be permeated with ‘The Revolution’”: The media, the educational system, universities, high schools, K-12, school boards, etc.; then, the judiciary, the legislatures, the executive branches and even the library system.
It fell on my ears as a ludicrous scheme, as if they were a band of highly imaginative children planning a Brinks robbery; a lark trumped up on a snowy night amongst a group of spoiled brats over booze and hashish.
To me, this sounded silly. I was enduring culture shock after having been cut-off from my homeland, living in Third-World countries for years with not one trip back to the United States. I was one of those people who, upon returning to American soil, fell out of the plane blubbering with ecstasy at being home in the USA. I knelt on the ground covering it with kisses. I had learned just exactly how delicious was the land of my birth and didn’t care what anyone thought because they just hadn’t seen what I had or been where I had been. I had seen factory workers and sex-slaves chained to walls.
How could they know? Asia is beyond our ken and, as they say, utterly inscrutable, and a kind of hell I never intended to revisit. I lived there, not junketed, not visited like sweet little tourists — I’d conducted households and tried to raise a child. I had outgrown the communism of my university days and was clumsily groping my way back to God.
How could twelve American women who were the most respectable types imaginable — clean and privileged graduates of esteemed institutions: Columbia, Radcliffe, Smith, Wellesley, Vassar; the uncle of one was Secretary of War under Franklin Roosevelt — plot such a thing? Most had advanced degrees and appeared cogent, bright, reasonable and good. How did these people rationally believe they could succeed with such vicious grandiosity? And why?
I dismissed it as academic-lounge air-castle-building. I continued with my new life in New York while my sister became famous publishing her books, featured on the cover of “Time Magazine.” “Time” called her “the Karl Marx of the Women’s Movement.” This was because her book laid out a course in Marxism 101 for women. Her thesis: The family is a den of slavery with the man as the Bourgeoisie and the woman and children as the Proletariat. The only hope for women’s “liberation” (communism’s favorite word for leading minions into inextricable slavery; “liberation,” and much like “collective” – please run from it, run for your life) was this new “Women’s Movement.” Her books captivated the academic classes and soon “Women’s Studies” courses were installed in colleges in a steady wave across the nation with Kate Millett books as required reading.
Imagine this: a girl of seventeen or eighteen at the kitchen table with Mom studying the syllabus for her first year of college and there’s a class called “Women’s Studies.” “Hmmm, this could be interesting,” says Mom. “Maybe you could get something out of this.”
Seems innocuous to her. How could she suspect this is a class in which her innocent daughter will be taught that her father is a villain? Her mother is a fool who allowed a man to enslave her into barbaric practices like monogamy and family life and motherhood, which is a waste of her talents. She mustn’t follow in her mother’s footsteps. That would be submitting to life as a mindless drone for some domineering man, the oppressor, who has mesmerized her with tricks like romantic love. Never be lured into this chicanery, she will be taught. Although men are no damned good, she should use them for her own orgasmic gratification; sleep with as many men as possible in order to keep herself unattached and free. There’s hardly a seventeen-year-old girl without a grudge from high school against a Jimmy or Jason who broke her heart. Boys are learning, too, and they can be careless during high school, that torment of courting dances for both sexes.
By the time Women’s Studies professors finish with your daughter, she will be a shell of the innocent girl you knew, who’s soon convinced that although she should be flopping down with every boy she fancies, she should not, by any means, get pregnant. And so, as a practitioner of promiscuity, she becomes a wizard of prevention techniques, especially abortion.
The goal of Women’s Liberation is to wear each female down to losing all empathy for boys, men or babies. The tenderest aspects of her soul are roughened into a rock pile of cynicism, where she will think nothing of murdering her baby in the warm protective nest of her little-girl womb. She will be taught that she, in order to free herself, must become an outlaw. This is only reasonable because all Western law, since Magna Carta and even before, is a concoction of the evil white man whose true purpose is to press her into slavery...
I had no idea this commercial was out there. I don’t watch much T.V. I watch old westerns and other old people stuff. Man talk about 1984.
What’s with the PC poster in every Target store showing a very white guy marrying a black woman? Would there have been something inherently wrong with a white man marrying a white woman, or a black man marrying a black woman? Virtue signaling is everywhere.
Around 1990 a Roses store was going out of business. When I went just about everything was gone. 70% off on everything.
I found a bunch of Gillette Sensor with a coupon off your next purchase. I bought 5 @ 70% off then used those to buy 5 more for free, then their next five and on and on until I Had their entire supply.
Only paid for the first 5 and only 30% of those
They are perfectly good blades but I will never buy another.
Thanks. Just voted their idiotic liberal social justice warrior experiment down.
And it will be easy enough to avoid the Gillette products.
Just like I avoid Target and Dick’s Sporting Goods. I also avoid Academy Sports - they seem to not be able to find any white men in their commercials.
I can help them with one less white man in their stores, no problem.
As our materialist, statist and secular masters aim to eliminate faith in God and Christian culture, they nonetheless need to replace it with something, and that thing is a Frankenstein, post-modern, twisted version of that same Christian morality, without its higher purpose or teleology.
People must believe in something. But now its being replaced with politics and Neo-marxism
I knew there was a good reason I grew a beard.
CC
Target is employing the Willis technique from the Jeffersons.
I added my downvote.
I was going to sign up for their Gillette On Demand subscription for mail delivery of blades. I’ve changed my mind.
“Because the boys watching today, will be the girls of tomorrow”———Gillette
We Believe: The Best Men Can Be | Gillette Short (1:48) Film
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koPmuEyP3a0
Exactly
| The insanity can only go so far before it backfires. For a few years now at least, Fortune Magazine, which used to be a hot magazine in the late 90s early 2000s, looks to be on its last legs. Back in its heyday, it was published 23 issues a year and some of their issues were 300 pages and filled with advertising. Now they are publishing 12 issues and the current issue is only 98 pages with tons of "comp" advertising pages -- essentially pages being traded with conference companies and anybody just to fill up pages. The magazine has lost most of the high-powered editors it had in the past and replaced them with lower-paid younger reporters. And the editorial content is less about business and more about trying to say the economy is in trouble, women are taking over business, and businesses need to be socially conscious and green. Worst of all, their virtue signaling and political bias is so transparent. Fortune is owned by Meredith, the firm who owns Lady's Home Journal -- and it shows. They are trying to get women to buy the magazine as the men cancel their subscriptions. Quick analysis of their advertisements here: Paid Ads -- 14 pages Ameritrade, Lexus, Progressive insurance, Fidelity, AT&T Affirmative Action, GEICO, Samsung (2), CloudBlue, White Hat Security, Scania Energy,Keysight "Diversity Business",and Government of Japan "Where Women Shine", Toyota Corolla hatchback - a car for commuters, no muscle car here! |
 Complementary (Traded) Ads -- 16 pages CEO Investor Forum, Fortune Global Forum, Scottsdale Arizona, Brainstorm conference, Wavelengths Detoxication Treatment (8 pages!), The Players Golf, Child Fund Charity, Auburn University MBA, and Scottsale Hotel. OK, so if there are only 14 paid ad pages out of a 98-page issue, that's a big money loser. To be profitable a magazine generally needs around 50% of its pages to be paid advertising. And look at the cover of the magazine. Have you ever seen a worse cover for a national business magazine? There's a silver lining here. My prediction: Fortune will be sold this year -- and hopefully to a publisher who realizes that when American business is booming, a well-known (and former high quality) magazine that cares about business more than politics can be winner! |
Mennen Skin Bracer is the ONLY way a man should smell!
Splash it on, your face is on fire for seconds and then you are braced for the day!
I bought a refill pack of blades last month.
When they are gone, I will switch to something else.
Electric razors never did very well on me.
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