|MEET THE WHIMPSTER: THE MANIPULATIVE ASSHOLE IN SENSITIVE CLOTHING.|
is a new post-feminist plague afflicting single women and his name
He is a man who has perfected his male insecurity as a way of manipulating the very expectations women have come to have. He is a man who uses self-deprecation and vulnerability to prey upon a woman's need to nurture to sate his own massive ego. While he seems to reject a terrible macho-ness, he's constructing a careful persona designed to reel in unsuspecting targets.
Maybe you've dated him? Even worse: maybe you *are* dating him.
Who is this whimpster?
Simply put: He is male. He is white. He is wimpy. He looks a little bit emo, a little bit hipster, and he's more dangerous than you'd think. So, the next time you wake up next to someone whispering
acrimonious nothings about his ex-girlfriend instead of going down on you, you'll know a little more about this seemingly gentle boy you went home with. This is the 'dark side' of Lloyd Dobler, of our precious Duckie, and life with him is much different after the credits roll. Whimpsters are men who use cultural artifacts and politically correct platitudes in place of the empty spaces where real thought and emotion should be. Whimpsters are men who unwittingly enjoy Bukowski's misogyny. Whimpsters walk a tenuous tightrope between their secreted, terribly warped masculinity and the mainstream manliness that they claim to abhor.
Fuck Lloyd Dobler.
This male insecurity-as-manipulation thing really needs to
be stopped. If you're a whimpster, consider yourself outed.
Why They Seem Attractive, at First.
Initially, these guys can seem super sensitive, super "deep." You'll probably receive a mix tape or quoted song lyrics during the initial courting session. He'll spend a lot of time talking about how he relates to some sort of super-sensitive movie character or musician, or mention how much he enjoys those reruns of My So Called Life. And he's done his research. He knows chicks die for the characters in John Hughes' movies, and whimpsters bank on these characters' worst traits: The hang-ups over small, inconsequential things; the chronic need for reassurance; the grade school hints that he might just "like you like you."
Martyrdom is a big part of it; it's their raison d'etre. They like to tell you how much they like to do "sweet" things so they can seem like the nice sensitive guy who bends over backwards for everyone. But this martyred, "I'm just that kinda guy"-ness clashes with the masculinity that inevitably comes out. For example: A girl he feels something for is being cornered in a bar. The whimpster feels he has to do the chivalry thing... but that could mean a messy display of overt masculinity. So in place of kicking the guy's ass (or at least asking him to leave you alone), your defense will consist of loud sighing and a glare or two. And in the rare case where the whimpster might
defend your honor, you'll probably have to hear about how guilty he feels about it for the next two months. Plus you'll need to tend to his wounds after he gets his Bright Eyes blackened.
But the attraction is strong. We want to blot his tears, wipe his nose and take care of this whimpster, because initially, he doesn't seem like an asshole. Unlike other dudes, he's not loud and obnoxious -- he's quiet and soft-spoken. His pants are short and he'll hold your hand. He's okay with just sitting around listening to your favorite record and he's not going to talk sports in front of you. (He hates sports. You get your Sundays back.)
The cruel irony here is that the only people whimpsters are "emo" or particularly passionate about, are themselves -- although they're known to tote around some pretty decent-sized messenger bags full of resentment and hatred toward women. But these women are the litany of ex-girlfriends who made broken promises. Assuredly, you are different. You are special.
Sure, whimpsters can be physically attractive. Super sensitive looking, a lot of sweaters, sweatshirts, and artfully mussed bed-head. But upon closer inspection, is the general whimpster aesthetic attractive? Some common traits are: the receding hairline, dandruff, skinny to the point of the caved in chest, vitamin deficiency, chronic allergies, the soft mixed scent of B.O. mixed with Tide, not boxers, not briefs, those boxiefs, hoodies, glasses, knit caps, scarves, glasses, skateboarding shoes, complete with un-ridden skateboard.
And you fell for it. You want to wipe that 10-year-old's nose.
The Whimpster Relationship.
The whimpster relationship is always the passive/aggressive stalker type.
Everyone's been in one of these... also known as: "hanging out", "coming over", "friends", "not my girlfriend", "whatever," "trading mix cds" or even worse: the pretend marriage.
This is the tricky part, because you realize that whimpsters really reveal
more about your character than theirs. They prey on your insecurities
by revealing their own. This is how you get stuck in a codependent, passive,
jealous relationship with a whimpster you hopelessly try to fix, even
though he won't let you. You'll spend a lot of time wondering why he's
around, because his emotional unavailability is staggering. "If he's
so sensitive, why isn't he even talking to me?"
As for the Sex?
Ah, what whimpsters do -- and don't do -- in bed! Here's where the real horror begins. And were they ever to get an erection, they'd probably apologize for it. You'll hear a lot of "don't touch me there." He's flaccid at best, and very awkward. Having sex with a whimpster is like cramming an emo record into a knapsack on the bus. (And on a related note, he will also almost always vehemently swear on his 7" collection that he does *not* download porn, all while toting a dog-eared copy of Henry Miller around.)
The moment you finally get a whimpster in bed, you'll usually
Is Your Man a Whimpster?
As you know by now, whimpsters are deceptive and manipulative, hiding their intentions behind a pair of Descendents frames. With this quiz, you can move past those mumbled emo lyrics and see the truth.
1. Whenever you're over his house, you always end up listening to
2. He buys his clothing ...
3. After you've finished having sex, he immediately says
4. You come over to his house in need of a drink and he offers you
5. A quick check of his bed-side table reveals...
6. When he talks about his ex-girlfriend...
7. His idea of a great date is...
8. The classic, "go to" pickup line he always uses is
The Answer Key
8-to-13 points: Regular Guy Mandude. In the land of stereotypes, Guy Mandude is the blueprint for all hetero males, unable to wash a toilet if the Super Bowl depended on it, immune to displays of emotion and right there on the dull edge of what's hip or cool.
14-to-19: Metrosexual. This guy spends more on skincare products than you, lets you know when all the sample sales are and generally treats fashion as if it were a contact sport. Bonus: Knows what manscaping is.
20-to-24: Whimpster. Would invite you over but the only
furniture he has is a sandy futon, often beat at arm wrestling by stray
gusts of wind and can be seen updating his live journal during the parties
experience the following: two minutes of thrusting, a crying session, then he's sound asleep.
Oh yeah. He's real sensitive, in more ways than one.
Dare you break up with a with a whimpster, you'll suffer the shrill roar of the wounded male and the email death threat. Your immortalization in the liner notes of his life will become angry song lyrics, and before long you'll be de-Friendstered, re-Friendstered, your CDs will go un-returned, and in the worst case scenario, he'll try to win you back.
We all prefer a clean break but let's face it, a whimpster breakup can drag on pathetically, for weeks, even months, as he nobly attempts to "just be friends." The drunken apologetic phone calls, the Craigslist missed connections, the messages of his burning heartbreak sent through mutual friends. Or, for the most dramatic whimpster effect: he'll write a letter and then wait for it to rain in the middle of the night so he can bring it to you.
At the first sign of whimpster: grab your sweatshirt and your dignity,