You’ve probably seen it before. A restaurant offers an upgrade to your fries, or wings, calling it the “my girlfriend’s not hungry,” the joke being that women often say they aren’t hungry (because maybe they are dieting) and then end up having one or two, or two dozen, of your fries.
To avoid not having enough, you get the upgrade.
Ha ha. Simple little fun based on a scenario often seen.
Cut to Jaya Saxena, a professional crank whose job it is to seek out shit to crab about. And if it can have a man versus woman angle, even better. She makes absolutely idiotic leaps to conclusions that only exist in her miserable pea brain.
Eater– In another light, it would be a lovely way to offer couples a way to split food on the cheap, but it’s framed as a burden a man on a date must endure for… sex later? The ability to joke about her appetite on social media?
…the Tipsy Coyote in Scottsdale, Arizona has named their entire salad menu “My Girlfriend’s Not Hungry,” because no straight man would deign to eat lettuce.
Let’s start with the acknowledgment that it’s not a crime to just want three onion rings sometimes. The idea that your girlfriend is intentionally lying to you about how much fried food she wants (because these menu items are never an extra order of green beans) is based in the men-are-from-Mars-and-Venus-is-complicated idea that women are always being coy about what they “really” mean, and it’s a man’s job to decipher it. At its most benevolent, it causes men to roll their eyes when women snag bites of their dessert. At its worst, it gives men cover for their misdeeds under the guise that she was secretly “asking for it.”
But aside from the misogyny (well, more like along with it), there are many reasons why anyone might snag some fries without ordering her own. Maybe she can’t afford, or understands her partner can’t afford, two full orders of fries and is trying to be nice about it. Maybe she just really wanted a salad, because salads are great in their own right, and also one onion ring because onion rings are also great. Maybe, like many women, she struggles with disordered eating because we live in a society that asks that women be “chill” enough to scarf down pizza but also remain 110 pounds at all times, and she’s stuck in a damned-if-you-do situation where her date will judge her no matter what she orders. Or maybe she thought she was on a date with a generous, trusting person who wouldn’t turn her appetite back on her. How dare she make that mistake.
Grabbing a bunch of food off your date’s plate is a bad look if you’re still getting to know each other, but if your girlfriend asks you for a couple of fries, is it really the worst thing to give her some fries? If you really can’t spare them, you can always say no if she asks! But the option exists to actually have a conversation with your significant other and express your needs and boundaries instead of snarkily complaining about how women be eating. It’s better than making your girlfriend feel like crap for thinking her boyfriend would be willing to share with her.
How about we stuff the entire plate in your sausage garage, just so you’ll STFU.
The joke on the menu works because it’s an easily understood scenario that’s happened before. If it wasn’t, everyone would be turning their heads like dogs trying to decipher what the hell it meant.
What it must be like to go through life joyless, or pretending to be just to feed the outrage industrial complex.
I feel sorry for Jaya Saxena’s boyfriend.
If she has one.
“Use the Outrage Card. Because Outrage *never* maxes out!”
For starters (otherwise known as appetizers Jaya), who the hell would sit across from this sniveling whiner and share what is supposed to be a relaxing, convivial experience?
I know her type, in a perpetual rage about “inequality” and the first one who’ll complain if her “date” doesn’t spring for the entire check…because he should feel honored she’s chosen him to be schooled in the “Enlightenment that is Jaya”.
She’s also the type to refuse to pay for a meal that’s she already eaten because “she wasn’t informed the sauce wasn’t vegan”.
When are the bars going to have Men’s Night and give men free drinks all night?
“sausage garage”, heh.
Probably not been a lot of sausage in THAT garage, though, so maybe “Fur Burger Funhouse” would be more apt in this PARTICULAR case…
Repulsive. I don’t need to wish her ill because, all on her own, she’ll go through life in self-induced misery and anger.
7…this also begs the question of whether chicks become strident feminists because they can’t get laid, or if they can’t get laid because they are strident feminists. Chick, meet egg.
…either way, we need some guy to step up to the plate and service this broad and others like her, or they won’t EVER leave the REST of us in peace.
So if you have a penis and are in the Scottsdale area, time to take one for the team…
A Life. Get one.
When you live off being outraged anything can set you off. And yet they don’t understand our outrage when they attack and ban a historically significant Betsy Ross Flag by attaching faux hate and racism to the country.
I think she should have to eat her words.
Just think, she’s probably even MORE of a miserable bitch in person!
110 lbs?
Nah, I just request my wife weigh less than me. But she likes to eat before we eat together. Otherwise she’d take all my food and I wouldn’t eat at all. That leaves her with a fighting chance to get her weight less than mine otherwise I’d shrivel to nothing.
WHO?! :shrug:
NO schmucks given… 🙄
I especially despise the ridiculous, strategically “cocked”, fooking ghetto flat cap! Let me get a two by four and straighten that thing up for you…….. miserable scrunt!
“Speaking the truth in times of universal deceit is a revolutionary act.” Geo. Orwell
That and the Goddamned vegetarian/vegan bullshit, which is exactly that, fucking control freak female bullshit. When I was in college that little trick raised its ugly head on me one time. I removed myself and my girlfriend from the group and said: we are out with a group and last week you vetoed every restaurant until we got to where you wanted to go and that means it will be 12 weeks before you have any say in the matter. Every restaurant has a salad and sides and and that is what you signed up for when you decided that a self inflicted eating disorder would be the path to getting your own way. You inflicted it on YOURSELF and YOURSELF alone will have to deal with it, nobody else volunteered for that bullshit and nobody else owes you control over their life for something that is total bullshit.
I am a keen observer and I recognized this teen/young 20 chick manipulation move early on and said right there: bullshit on that.
“Boyfriendless writer goes into rage over restaurant menu joke”
FIFY
She can’t understand why men choose not to bask in the glow of her enlightened brilliance.
Were you so inclined to endure her for a meal in hopes of later getting to the goal line and did get her to the bed, you’d then be constantly corrected about what you’re weren’t doing right.
here’s a tip, make sure you’re drunk first.
Menu item for a feminist restaurant: “My boyfriend’s not hung”.
The pizza slice on her hat and sweatshirt are Cultural Appropriation.
She’s obviously a shit-eating moran.
And if her momma gave her that name, she’s never felt loved.
Unhappy people visibly age more quickly than others. When seen without makeup and flattering lighting, Leftists always look more aged (not older, not more mature…aged) than they are. Used up. Dissipated. Shows up much worse on the females but the males are not immune.
People can read you plainly when you’re like Ren Hoek and you’re always happiest when you’ve got something to be angry about. They may not know exactly what they’re seeing, but on instinct they will be likely to avoid you.
Wow, sex with her only costs you three onion rings!
Judging by the way she’s wearing that cap she’s only interested in appealing to Ubangi tribesmen.
Wow, I didn’t realize we live in a society that demands women be “110 pounds all the time.” Maybe for 9 year olds these days. The average female weight is over a buck seventy these days, so I’m not sure how the patriarchy is forcing women to be 110 pounds. Could it be that her mind is perfectly okay with cognitive dissonance as long as she is feeling faux outrage? Could that be the case? Hmm…
Two bagger, maybe even three.
“based in the men-are-from-Mars-and-Venus”
well, continuing that thought, men are from mars and women are from venus you ate definitely from uranus.
(stole that)
“based in the men-are-from-Mars-and-Venus”
well, continuing that thought, men are from mars and women are from venus you are definitely from uranus.
(stole that)
Stereotypes such as the girlfriend glomming onto your plate of food, are the end result of millions of actions that are so commonplace they enter the social consciousness as a predictable action.
So she is upset that this activity is predictable, and that it is ubiquitous.
She (predictably) hates being predictable
Next up?
How Crazy Bread makes light of the insane and how Waldorf Salads gentrify nutrition to those who live in “food deserts”.
In related news, Trader Joe was actually a slave trader. News at 11.
I like how she calls them all “partner” or “significant other” until the last paragraph where she lets her truth out. Boyfriend/girlfriend. Looks like bint is back on the menu boys!
“everyone would be turning their heads like dogs trying to decipher what the hell it meant”
Fur, you’re good, you know that, right?!
Kick her in the dick.
Cliche Guevera, there are so many Far Left hipsters in Trader Joe’s it should be called Traitor Joes
Count me as one of the “head turners”. I thought – What?
Some women are so dumb. The trick is to order a full meal, then dessert. Woman claims-I’m so full, honey. Do you want my dessert, too? HA!
What guy could resist the double dessert trick. HA!
The ‘way’ to a man’s heart is to aim below the neck. Works every time.
Burn the coal. Pay the toll.
Trust me. i’ve been on plenty o dates where I paid. No problem. Im usually the one picking off the wifeys dish the last 25 years. If she reads this I’m sure she’ll figure out my “honey? why not a double bacon cheese and xtra fries for the last 20+ anos? oh, how bout a pint?
How many cats does she own?
She doesn’t get the “my girlfriend’s not hungry” menu joke, because she’s never been a girlfriend to a boyfriend.
I have a feeling she might have gotten a “fork” in the hand when she tried to steal some guy’s fries and he was having none of that.
I had a friend and she always took fries from my plate (and we never would have had sex in return).
She’ll never, ever have to worry about this happening to her.
I guarantee it. She’d have to find a guy stupid enough to date her.
Top of her head would blow off at a little Wisconsin restaurant I visit once a year. On the menu is a sammich called “Make me a sandwich woman”, among other hilarious selections. It’s in Muscoda, if anyone is close by and interested.
“…Maybe she just really wanted a salad, because salads are great in their own right, and also one onion ring because onion rings are also great…”
– or maybe she’s just bat crap crazy and maybe, just maybe shouldn’t publish the contents of her diary, which is filled with adolescent brain farts.