Radical Agenda S06E025 – Outer with Crowder

Another day, another celebrity sex scandal. Turns out Steven Crowder’s least controversial move was telling his pregnant wife “I’ll fuck you up”. At least that was heterosexual, and whatever merit  there may be to the criticism of his treatment of women, I am not of the opinion that this video told us much or put his wife in the best light. The latest news is, Mr. Crowder has been sending dick pics to male employees and whipping it out around the office, in between drug deals. This according to “five former show staffers and one source close to Crowder” who spoke anonymously to Mediaite, sharing text messages and photographs as proof. They said these incidents became so frequent that “I don’t want to say it became ‘normal’ but it became less of a big deal.” and “It happened all the time. It was a regular occurrence. It usually happened when he was in a really good, sort of manic mood.” I’ve got all the sympathy in the world for my fellow public figures. I am not complaining to note that this can be a stressful job. Fame can go to a man’s head even when one is at as low a level as I, and the evils which must tempt a man in Crowder’s position I imagine are all the more vicious. People telling you how great you are, which in my experience invariably coincides with you disagreeing with that person. Other people tell you that you suck. You tell them they are jealous losers, which is obviously true, but deep down you kinda think they’re right. It can be a lot to deal with. The job and the persona can completely consume your life, and it’s easy to understand a man seeking validation through other means. Sex is very effective in this. It’s got a similar quality to fighting in that sense. Just me and my body. No status. No money. No traffic statistics or Twitter followers or algorithms to credit with your success. No censors to blame if you fail. When you fight a man, or you fuck a woman, that’s the moment of truth right there. Are you, flesh and bone man, up to the task? Or are you a fiction of others’ perceptions? You’re about to find out. And so is she. There are some embarrassing images of me out there, but no dick pics. Whatever anyone tells you, they just plain do not exist. I do not send dick pics to women I am actively fucking, and whom I have every reason to believe enjoy every aspect of this wonderful gift. I cannot imagine firing these things off all willy nilly to anyone, much less men. Perhaps I am fortunate that I have no reason to expect anyone to react positively to a photograph of my penis. I must figure any man in this habit is better endowed, because this is the last thing I expect would earn me anyone’s respect, much less a man’s. Even if I was rocking a full on kickstand, I don’t think the sort of men I seek the respect of would react well to that sort of thing. I put a great deal of effort trying to impress women with everything but my genitals in the hopes that perhaps I’ll be able to impress her with how the thing works more than how it looks. Even when it comes time for show and tell, I consider myself very fortunate that have a good telling game, because I do not expect to get anywhere with the visual element.