The Culprit is Misogyny

Because male hatred is the only reason women fail

Another bad power-grrrl movie has flopped badly at the box office. I know I’m shocked. Obviously, it’s another victim of that all-encompassing male hatred for women and female achievement.

“Supergirl” represents the second entry in the DC Studios universe under new creative lead James Gunn, and was given a massive promotional and media campaign to boost ticket sales. Star Milly Alcock had full length profiles in Vanity Fair and Variety. Warner Bros. launched a $100 million tie-in with big name brands. Original hopes were that the film would make $60-$70 million domestically in its opening weekend, with similar numbers internationally.

With the official numbers now in, it made...$37 million domestically. And as a result the studio now stands to lose hundreds of millions of dollars, considering the massive production and advertising costs.

It’s a gigantic financial loss, critics and audiences have given it mediocre to poor reviews, and given the busy summer movie season, it’s possible that the film fails to reach $100 million at the US box office. In short, it’s a financial and creative disaster. So who’s to blame?

It’d be easy to assume that Gunn would take some of the blame; after all, he’s the new head of DC, and as such, all creative decisions go through him. Maybe the Warner Bros. Studio executives, who greenlit the movie and sign off on the film’s cast, plot, and direction. There’s the writer, an inexperienced former actress who had just one 2018 short film on her resume.

Then there’s Alcock, who made a series of bizarre, off-putting comments about men in the lead-up to release.

“It definitely made me aware that simply existing as a woman in that space is something that people comment on,” she told Vanity Fair in an interview a few months before release. “We have become very comfortable having this weird ownership of women’s bodies. I can’t really stop them. I can only be myself.”

“I didn’t even say ‘men’ — I said ‘people!’” she then said in a follow-up interview with Variety. “And they got so angry. I was like, ‘You’re proving my point. You’re proving my point!’”

She added that criticism was coming from Dads or Christians.

“And it’s from a lot of people whose profiles have no photo, who are burner accounts,” Alcock said. “Or someone’s name and then ‘Dad of four, Christian,’ which is hilarious to me.”

This is why I pay absolutely no attention to the meanderings of these morons. Nothing, literally nothing, they say is true. For one thing, I very much doubt that criticism is in any way “hilarious” to the failed actress.

For another, let’s consider the facts. A movie ticket costs $16 dollars. At $37 million, that means around 2,312,500 Supergirl tickets were sold. And there are approximately 173.64 million women and girls in the USA. So, even if every single man in America boycotted the movie out of pure hatred for women, that still leaves 171,327,500 women and girls who couldn’t bother to go see it either.

Why doesn’t anyone blame them?

Feminists are quite literally retarded. They have zero sense of accountability and they can’t bear to take any responsibility for their own undeniable failures, so they come up with these bizarre theories about nonexistent male hatred in order to explain them away. Every single time a woman blames men for anything that isn’t obviously and directly the responsibility of a man, she’s being a moron and thereby meriting every single bit of intellectual contempt you naturally feel for her.

We are not equal.

And if you’re a woman, you really should keep that in mind when you’re tempted to take advantage of the not-so-free pass the feminists are offering you when you make a mistake instead of taking responsibility for it. Understand that you’re not fooling anyone. We can see the fuck-up. We can do the math. We know who is responsible. Just because men are seldom inclined to rub your face in your mistakes doesn’t mean we somehow failed to notice that you made them.

Alcock is simply stupid. It’s not her fault that the movie is terrible; she didn’t write it or direct it. It was never going to break even no matter what she did or said. But she didn’t also have to pour gasoline on the fire of total male indifference to the movie, especially in the aftermath of Dirt Beige’s attempt to self-sabotage her disaster of a Disney movie.