Dilbert creator enrages internet, says he meant to do that
Just as Cathy’s famous cry of “Chocolate! Chocolate! Chocolate! Aack!” was a sublimated cry for love, apparently it’s not really his dead-end job that’s making Dilbert’s life a living hell. It’s women. Dilbert creator Scott Adams has gotten himself into hot water with feminists before, but he’s whipping up a whole new mess of cooking metaphors with a recent, widely reported, intentionally (according to Adams) rabble-rousing blog post that literally says that if he couldn’t get laid, “I can say with confidence I would sign up for suicide bomb duty.”
Further cooking Adams’ goose/stuffing his turkey/mashing his thought potatoes is the assumption underlying the article, which is that what feminists perceive as a patriarchal society is actually a matriarchal one because sometimes women deny men sex, even though they turned up the thermostat when requested:
When I go to dinner, I expect the server to take my date’s order first. I expect the server to deliver her meal first. I expect to pay the check. I expect to be the designated driver, or at least manage the transportation for the evening. And on the way out, I will hold the door for her, then open the door to the car.
When we get home, access to sex is strictly controlled by the woman. If the woman has additional preferences in terms of temperature, beverages, and whatnot, the man generally complies. If I fall in love and want to propose, I am expected to do so on my knees, to set the tone for the rest of the marriage.