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Topic: Sleep Now in the Fire
Hi, my name is Ben, and I’m a MGHOW.
Since before knowing anything about the movement, some things about feminism and the way men had come to be treated just didn’t sit right with me. About 10 years ago when I was in my early 20’s, I wondered aloud (and in the presence of women) why it is that if both a man and woman are drunk and have sex, the man can be locked up for rape and the woman has no responsibility for her own actions. Obviously if the woman is incoherent or incapacitated, a violation has occurred, but aside from that, what gives? The response was what you’d expect: The women turned red in the face and the men got saucer-eyed as if to say “…Dude. We all think it but we NEVER say it.” It seemed like a perfectly reasonable question to me. How can men be responsible for what they do while intoxicated and women aren’t? And that’s the way feminists want it? I thought the movement was about equality. Do women not get DUIs? Of course they do, so why does a sufficient quantity of some fruity drink with an umbrella in it remove all culpability from a person in the event that one single, specific act happens, but not all others? I realized I had hit a major nerve, and wondered how far that rabbit hole went.
As time went on, I continued to speak my mind about certain issues, specifically revolving around the perceived “rape culture.” It didn’t matter how much prefacing I did when voicing those opinions, and how much I had in the way of facts and real data to back up what I said. The response was the same, and always involved the words “patriarchy” and “misogynist.” I had always assumed that some sense of justice was inherent to people, or that it at least works its way into all of us while we’re young. I would learn that either I was mistaken in that assumption, or that somehow, some peoples’ ideas of justice become so skewed over time that they go as far as to cease having anything to do with justice at all.
I started college a little later than most (I was 25), and went to the smaller state university up in the mountains. It’s close to being what one would call a college town, so I expected a lot more feminist trash, the university environment being what it is. I was not disappointed. I ended up taking a Womens’ Studies class (didn’t want to…it was the only class that fit the gap in my schedule that also fulfilled the requirement for a “feelings” class). I kept my mouth shut. I knew what they wanted. In those classes, you are required to sit there and drink the Kool-Aid, so to speak. Absorb the ideology, and go forth as a soldier of feminism. For the whole semester I regurgitated what they wanted to hear, though when I was required to bring some original thought to the table, I gave them benign questions they couldn’t answer more often than not (e.g. “How do we reconcile feminism with some of the American subcultures that carry the expectation of chivalry?” and so forth). In the end, I was labelled a rapist to my face twice simply due to the fact that penis. I guess they were on a Marilyn French tear or just hadn’t hit their misandry quota for the week. In hindsight, I learned a hell of a lot in there. Unfortunately for them, though, what I learned was the opposite of the “correct world view” I was ordered to assimilate. I learned just what lengths feminists will go to in order to keep themselves in a perpetual state of victimhood and men under the permanent label of “predator.” (In short, whatever lengths are necessary.) This class opened up the rabbit hole to the point that it made the Grand Canyon look like a divot in the teebox on a 180yd par 3. It was in there that I went from “pretty uncomfortable about some injustices, but I know enough now to avoid them” to “ok, you people need to go.” In addition, I came away with some pretty hilarious and profound stories about what went on in that room. I’ll share if anyone wants to hear.
Shortly after graduating, I was hanging out with some people. The girls wanted to know where all the good men had gone and why they weren’t being wined and dined anymore. To some minor extent, I regret the degree to which I blew their hair back. Despite their ignorance, they’re nice enough people who had the misfortune of growing up in a culture that caters to their every whim at the expense of the needs of everyone else. In this case, they’re products, not activists or malicious man-haters. I still wouldn’t marry either of them (or anyone else) if my life depended on it, mind you, but I’ll have a beer with them, and hopefully educate them a bit. Anyway, on the way home that night, a certain Rage Against the Machine song came on the radio (see subject line) that was such a suitable response to what the girls had asked and caught me at such a time, I think I damaged my speakers as well as my vocal chords. Oh well. It became my MGTOW anthem.
By now, I’ve learned that despite the fact that feminism needs to go, it won’t any time soon. It’s no longer an activist movement — it’s a dogmatic ideology, the followers of which now resemble radical religious zealots in that the indoctrination has gone so far, it is going to take the education of the next generation in terms of actual equality and then a sufficient period of time for that generation to come to power for any systematic change to take place. The pendulum has started to swing back in some ways, but until the laws change to a point that men don’t get the short end of the stick wherever possible AND those laws are executed as intended, I’m done. It probably won’t happen in my lifetime, but c’est la vie. The rabbit hole continues to grow (Yes Means Yes, compulsory expulsion from universities in response to rape allegations, feminist censorship reaching new levels, fart rape, domestic violence bias, etc.) and I can’t even see the opening anymore.
That’s where I am today. My MGTOW framework is as follows (subject to change, of course): I’m not going to stop socializing with women, but it’s on my terms. I’ll treat them the way I want to be treated, but the line is drawn at marriage, entitlement, and manipulative mind games. With luck, someone will ask me in a poll and I can be a +1 in the “Men Aged 20-34 Not Marrying” report but if not, makes no difference. When the entitlement shows itself, it’s getting squashed right now. The instant the manipulation begins (and it will), it’s sayonara, sweetheart. Kind of want kids, but at this point, it’s not worth being tied to a woman for life with this court system in between — seriously considering a vasectomy. I’m having my car and house wired with discreet surveillance (expensive, yes, but it beats prison in the event that a woman points a finger at me and utters a single word) that will be running anytime a female is in the car or house, and I’m not setting foot in their domain without witnesses. If I ever find it unavoidable somehow, I’m getting a body cam. Everything in between is in public or in front of at least a couple non-gina guys. See…I’m doing things to protect myself as any sensible human being would, rather than saying something as naive as, “I shouldn’t have to protect myself, you should just teach your kids not to do it!” That would just be stupid. And if I do get accused and the footage exonerates me, you bet your ass I’m taking it as public as I can, complete with her full name, and suing the living s~~~ out of her.
Anyway, sorry for the giant post. I tend to get carried away.
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Topic: Dumb radio topic.
I kid you not. When I was at work. The usual two guys and one girl team on the radio made a stupid question about chivalry is sexist/dead or why it’s hard to find a good man. If chivalry is dead, then I wouldn’t hear so many complaints that women give whenever someone I know in town doesn’t even bother to pay for the meal for her after being treated like a piece of meat.
What the hell do people mean chivalry is sexist or dead. I know it’s not dead, just the sexist part because I never heard someone say that before. The first time i take off my earbuds while building roof tress in a factory, and I hear dumb questions which doesn’t need an answer like that. Aside from the sexist part because I don’t understand what they mean by that?
As for the “it’s hard to find a good man”. Really!! because If I recall you were talking about not relying on men for things, and yet you still need child support money which is only going to get spent on anything but the kid anyways. Bloody leeches!
Actions have consequences and consequences have prices. Cause and effect at work.
OK, so I met this 10/10 chick on some website and knowing how this usually goes down, I moved to telephone and real life pretty quickly. I don’t do a lot of effort on these sites anymore since MGTOW, but I have some remaining profiles that from time to time drag up unexpected pleasantries for the currents of the social web.
She told me she had a boyfriend fairly early but the girl just kept on mailing and texting, romantic as well as sexual stuff. Red f~~~ing flag.
I am single, she pretty much threw herself at me and she had a really nice body in pictures, so I figured there would be little harm in dating her, just to see where newfound MGTOW “chivalry” would lead and if she was a golddigging hypergamist or whatever. In one of the very first emails I sent her, I went ballistic on the fact she was seeing other men online while she had a boyfriend. I told her what I thought of girls doing that, and that I didn’t consider hypergamous sluts suitable for anything but casual sex. I explictly told her she was out of bounds with her boyfriend, and I didn’t want to p~~~ on his honor as readily as other men would. She still wanted to date, she seemed intrigued by my forwardness. She was in for a wake-up call, instead of a booty call.
After a few talks on the phone we met up, the actual date was all nice, she even paid for the drinks as I was the one that took public transport. It ended on a highly intimite note, stole a kiss and a big fat cuddle at the end of it, before boarding my train. The old me would have been ecstatic, but the new me knew that the hamsters were spinning the wheel now, and she would become unstable very soon. I expected she would not commit to an actual date and time date for the second time, and this turned out to be the case. As a hare, blinded by two lights, she sat still in the middle of the road doing exactly nothing to change her current situation. As if she expected yet another man to save her from that situation too.
So today I felt like opening Pandora’s Box. It all came out, crying. Note that these are not my actual responses, I had to mansplain a few things here are there but the gist of it was like this:
“I don’t know what to do”
How about coming clean to everybody and fix your s~~~ girl? I’ve been telling you that for a while now. Either fix whats wrong with your man and stop seeing other men, or stop p~~~ing on his honor by doing so. What is exactly so complex about this. That it hurts your feelings? That’s not going away if you don’t do anything to change that! And by coming clean you will feel better about yourself in the long run!
“It would be better for you if we didn’t meet again”
No, that would be EASIER for YOU, since you obviously can’t handle your emotions as well as I do. I don’t feel a shred of emotional trauma and I still want to f~~~ your brains out. I am used to dry spells lasting for years, so your body opposed to this stupid drama still comes up positive for you. What does that tell you? It tells you this is easy to deal with for me, it’s just math, and you are just trying to weasel out of a commitment with me because you will have to break a previous one first. Yesterday you asked me if I’d wanted f~~~ you if you still had a boyfriend, I know where this is going and the answer is: no.
“I don’t want you to be sad because of me”
I am NOT. F~~~ING. SAD. I am dissapointed and perhaps a little angry. I have been dealing with this s~~~ from the moment I met you and I know exactly what my odds of f~~~ing you for a good few years are. Because honestly, the ease with which you meet other people online will NOT stand when you are f~~~ing me. I told you a couple of times now, and your boyfriend is the one I feel sorry for. Not you.
“I didn’t think of the consequences”
Girl you are 22. What f~~~ing consequences? You have zero responsibilities, and a dozen safety nets! It literally comes down between picking a mate and you get f~~~ing options.
“I feel so guilty, I have brought this upon myself”
HAMMER. MEET. NAIL.
I wonder if it is possible to make these women understand how their behaviour negatively affects men around them. I’m up to that point that I still wanna bang this bitch’s brains out, but I won’t use anything but absolute, harsh truths to get it from her. Up untill now she seems oddly receptive, warming up to the idea she has a choice in being a hypergamous c~~~ or not, but it almost feels traditional, like I’m supposed to tell this broad what to do because she can’t cope with life on her own. Gonna give it a rest and let the hamsters spin for a while. If nothing comes of it at least it was a funny experiment telling girls cold truths instead of what they want to hear.
The girl who once enjoyed being asked out on a date, who got s~~~ on Valentines Day, who got asked to dance, doesn’t get any of the benefits women enjoy when they are slim attractive and sane. So now, she f~~~s it up for other women. She thinks “if I can’t have them, nobody can”. That article above is a gold discovery into the sick female mind…. the same female mind that is capable of putting needles in another girl’s dress to prevent her from winning the beauty pageant. Im not kind to women anymore JSUT because they are women. That was a mistake I made in my youth. I would personally like to thank the author for the license to treat women like nothing special and totally ignore them. In fact, I may even keep a copy on my phone to show the next bitch who claims ignoring women is “abuse”.
