Thursday, 23 May 2013

Marriage Protects Women

Commenter Stickwick at Alpha Game: Book Review: Men On Strike made the observation that marriage protects women:
It should be obvious by now that marriage protects women. I guess that's one irony men can savor, however bitterly: feminism has ultimately gotten women exactly the opposite of what they ostensibly wanted. And all it cost was civilization.
This has struck me deeply: it is a very penetrating and painful observation.

Yes, women want to fuck around and enjoy themselves. Yes, the Alpha fucks/Beta bucks strategy exists. Marriage is the ultimate safety-net for women - one that is starting to fray, alongside the safety-net that is Socialist Daddy-Government.

If/when civilization goes down the tubes, if/when the Government is gone, all that is (possibly) left is the tried-and-true institution of marriage. Yet that is flying to bits in the slow-motion car-wreck that is the decay of what I'm coming to think of as "our modern social experiment".

Stickwick is very correct: it is a bitter irony. Schadenfreude with a particularly poignant tang, a nasty aftertaste of the poison that fills Western society.

I also feel bitter about this. I have seen the potential best of what we could be in marriage, the fusion that a couple can become (idealistic, anyone?) - and I've seen the filthy worst of what a couple can become. The worst far outweighs (including being vastly more common than) the best, these days.

Dalrock once said in a post something along the lines of: "Rejoice in the woman of thy youth..." The idea being that time will create strong bonds that can withstand all things. Like this:

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

- Captain Corelli's Mandolin.

I have seen a woman who was married at an early age (nineteen) to her "school sweetheart" destroy that marriage after twenty-two years because she was essentially bored. She's now doing the cougar/slut thing. "The woman of thy youth" is another pretty lie, one which doesn't hold up when looked at through the crap-coloured glasses of reality.

I am bitter? Yes indeed. I didn't ask to be torn to pieces in this manner. Nor did other men who have been through far worse things than I have. Who are having to endure far worse than I am.

In essence, we were raped of our innocence and of our trust in women and life.

Worse, we do not get the help and sympathy from society that female rape victims do. Men just have to suck it up and deal with it. Which we do, even if it's in the most fucked-up-looking manner possible, from the outside. Its our way to fucking cope and you'd best keep your unsympathetic nose out of it.

Worst of all, the rape of our lives continues for years in the form of alimony and child-support. This can be particularly galling in the cases when the children are not our own, whether prior hubby's (yes we're on the hook for them too) or the children that we thought our own were actually from that Alpha bad-boy she was fucked by last year.

Currently there is nothing to stop the raping and pillaging of men. All that we can do is refuse to participate in this rigged society, one way or another: by not following the rules (black market or leaving the country) or by completely going our own way. A Bachelor Tax might be dropped on us (it has happened in the past) which won't deter us: we'll just pay the tax and be on our merry way.

In the end you women can do as you choose to us. There's a limit to what we will accept, what we will allow, what you can force out of us. There is a point at which everything stops.

Rape me to ashes if you want. I am a Man. I will survive it.

I will not trust your shit again, even if you actually are one of the 0.001% that really ARE different and worthwhile. The rest have destroyed all opportunity for the best you could have had. Sad and bitter-tasting, isn't it.

PS: Anyone who wants to protest that women being raped is far worse than men being raped, and anyway men don't get raped, etc can shove it up their fucking ass - rape is fucking rape and it does happen to men. That's like attempting to say that X type of child abuse is really, especially bad. You are distracting people from the problem, to whit: all child abuse is bad. So take your uninformed shit on the road.

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