Matt Forney: Belly aching and bravado

Matt Forney has a problem. You see, he has been a long time lurker, supporting the idea of men’s rights from the silent shadows. He never really did anything, but he was with us in spirit, rooting for the home team when no one was listening. He was what you call a Men’s Rights Inactivist, and he was scary good at it.

Oh, but then AVfM changed all that when we put Katherine Heigl on Or, as he puts it so succinctly on his blog:

I agree with much of what they [MRA’s] say, but I realized a while ago that I couldn’t in good conscience consider myself a supporter of men’s rights. The catalyst?


Fatal mistake on our part, it seems. Ol’ Matt pulled his non-actualized, non-materialized non-support support like it was, imagine this, never really there.  And then he set about calling us a bunch of whiners. He apparently wrote about it in In Mala Fide back in May, and just recently reposted the piece to his blog, because, he says, the blog “will soon be defunct.”

I was too busy with everything else he said to try to make sense of that one. Maybe someone can ‘splain that one to me later. Right now it appears a good a time as any to give the piece the attention that Forney is so obviously seeking.

I should start by saying that it’s pretty natural that someone in my position gets their share of criticism. I make a lot of calculated decisions that get publicly vetted. Some of the dissent is fair, some not; all of it is useful, save a few exceptions. This article would be one of those.

In fact, what Matt has managed here is to epitomize the very thing he ultimately complains about in his article. He’s whining, about jack shit, on behalf of a misandric cunt. And he is doing it with a straight face, it seems.

AVfM has launched a website that has drawn significant, worldwide attention. We have also seen the upstart of three internet radio shows, with a fourth on the way. And then there is Register-her, which has literally sent shock waves through the online feminist community and beyond. It now serves as one of the opposition’s focal points of attack. That has had the added benefit of forcing feminists to acknowledge significant men’s issues in public venues. And mind you, they are attacking us for all the “right” reasons, none of which are the trivial-to-the-point-of-stupidity waste of time that Forney is peddling in his article.

In other words, RHC has performed admirably, and Forney just doesn’t get it, or doesn’t care. He wants us all to be manly men like him and go crush people in his inactive, sedentary and thoroughly non crushing way.

By his account, all was well and fine till RHC served as the catalyst that thrust him from the role of silent sympathizer of the MRM to direct involvement as a harsh and judgmental critic. And he makes it obvious that all it took to foster that change was putting one woman on the registry that didn’t happen to offend him personally.

I won’t bother asking what a video similar to the Heigl video, made by a man joking about sexually mutilating women, would do for his Hollywood career. It really doesn’t matter. Nor will I bother asking what the Heigl video says in a culture where women actually do sexually mutilate men to a joyous and celebratory reaction from other women and men. It is one of those “if you have to ask you must be too stupid for the answer” situations.

What I will point out is that this kind of chicken-shit nit picking by a supposed sympathizer is far more pathetic that the Heigl video could have ever hoped to be. But pathetic and stupid I can handle. Misandric, not so much. In his article, Forney tags men destroyed by the family law system as whining losers:

I don’t want to get in line for a bowl of victim borscht. “Oh, your whore wife divorced you? Here here, cry on my shoulder. Here’s a cookie. It’ll be alright.


This is the male badass who agreed with MRA literature? I suppose, that for some, their distaste for misandry and crimes against men is more of a matter of mental masturbation than actual social involvement. If that is the case, and it is, Matt Forney just jerked off all over his bed sheets. And now it appears he is standing there like a virtual ‘tard, grinning about it and drooling.

To add more stupid to the equation, Forney beefs up his distaste with a barrage of bilious bravado:

The problem is that I don’t want to be a victim. I want to be a victor. I want to crush my enemies, see them driven before me, and hear the lamentations of their women. I want to look them in the eye and dare them to take me on.

             Come at me, bro.


Whoa. Toughest inactivist I have ever heard. And I am sure Forney’s enemies, wherever they may exist, are besieged with concern.  I know I’m impressed beyond words, so I won’t try.

Just to make sure we have no illusion about our uselessness, he also kicks in the following:

The men’s rights movement wants men to keep picking at their scabs, to wallow in self-pity for all eternity.


Oh, mind you he does this while reminding us of how he is aware of the need for addressing very real problems, and how, underneath all this shaming bullshit, he really, really supports what we are trying to accomplish without his help as long as we do it his way.

Seriously Matt, if you don’t support men’s rights because a woman ended up on a registry when you don’t think she belonged there, or because men are going to articulate their problems, then all I can say is “no problem.” The world is full of obtuse, shaming blue pill pinheads with a level of moral acumen that precisely explains the fucked up state of affairs for the men and boys. Those would be the men and boys who actually end up paying for the problems people like you create.

I get that, and I write people like you off all the time. But then you have the gumption to parrot a bunch of keyboard courage about crushing your enemies? And you make fun of guys who get fucked over by the system? What a laugh. I don’t mean what you said, but you, personally.

You may be every bit as brave as your words. I doubt it, but I don’t know. What I do know is that your article is a misandric piece of shit. Based on your rhetoric, though, I would lay dollars to doughnuts you have never crushed so much as a Dixie Cup at a water cooler. Your kind of man never does. You just shit on those out there taking the hits and doing the work, likely because you lack the conviction to stick your neck out for anything really important to anyone but yourself.

Personally, I would not talk to MRA’s about picking scabs until you quit being one.

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