I mean real anger, real frustration, real emotions.
Not just us MGTOW, Men in general.
Years ago when married, I came home from an exceptionally frustrating day and vented my fury for five minutes upon a punching bag that I'd had for years. It wasn't even hung up at the time, simply laying dusty and unused in a corner of the basement. (I'd been "conditioned" out of any form of physical exercise for a few years by then.)
Rope over a beam, tie that fucker up in the basement, *wham* *wham* *wham* for five minutes kicking and punching and kneeing until puffed and exhausted. (Like I said, no physical exercise. No endurance at all.)
Wife (at the time) was both scared shitless and apparently turned on by this exhibition of rage. She told me that she was scared by it, and later was extremely pliable and wet in bed.
Fast-forward, we have women these days telling us men that we "shouldn't be angry". Like we have no right to express our emotions - while at the same time telling us to express our emotions. Talk about bullshit fucked in the head. Of course, we are expected to only express bland "emotions" and horseshit in keeping with the fucking crap PC line espoused by what laughingly is called society these days.
If we truly expressed our anger: we might kick and punch and knee them to death.
Of course, truly expressing your anger turns the cunts on. It's all down to the doublethink and hypocrisy in their heads. Genuine violence makes them wet, especially if you're using it on another man to "win" her. This is most likely the dynamic behind them getting with thugs. Its for sure the dynamic behind the "lets you and him fight" bullshit game they pull.
Myself, I can't be arsed hanging around thugs and the like. Constant hur-dur poke-poke-poke. Boring as fuck. Da gurlz who get turned on by that shit are also boring as fuck. I've not met one of these girls who turns me on more than sexually - emotionally they leave me cold.
At any rate. Anger drives us.
Guys in the manosphere get a lot of grief about being "angry, misogynistic pricks". Yeah, what is with that? Society, trying to needle us into compliance again. "Fuck you for having a good reason for being angry - you will conform you slave-man. Shame, shame, shame on you!"
Fuck 'em all. Society can cram itself up its own ass and fuckin' deal with it. Hell, it's in the process of doing that anyway. Imploding at great speed as it sucks itself down into a black hole of hedonistic pleasure and self-loathing, down to the singularity of zero. Zero restraints. Zero limits. Zero pleasure. Zero everything.
Our overt anger passes, as we adjust to our deeper understanding of "society's unwritten and in-explicit rules" - covered up with lies all our lives. We start seeing the reality. We get used to looking through the Crap Colored Glasses™.
The anger is still always there though, covertly, simmering under the surface. Occasionally it will boil up and a femicunt will get a tongue-lashing that doesn't involve the cunnilingus or ass-licking that she expects from men. The despising of the female entitlement mindset runs deep and slow in men who have been thoroughly fucked over by the femicunt social system and it's toadies. Occasionally it breaks out.
Like today for me, someone put up some words about man-pants and girl-pants. Effectively it was a "shut up and shovel the fuckin' gravel - else you're a whiny little girl" message. Predictably, the Femicunts and PC-Police and White Knight motherfuckers started jumping all over it: "sexist", "not funny", "pathetic", rah-rah-rah. My response to the lot of them: "I see that the Ministry of Truth is off to a fine start, and the PC-Police have a lot on their hands. You can tell the pendantic twats by what concerns them."
A tiny little stab those little femicunts and SJWs with their fucked-up and twisted mindsets. Just came outta nowhere. Or rather, came bubbling up from the still and slow depths, expressed in withering contempt.
It will happen again.
The anger will always be there. Not overt. It drives us, deep in our gut. It moves us to improve ourselves. It forces us to do our own thing. That's how we know we are Men.
Those without that anger...are not men. Call them manginas if you want. Lesser, conditioned deeply, sucked down the kool-aid laced with the cyanide that killed the Man within. Withered on the vine, stillborn.
The real Men, we bank the fires of rage. Let it burn slowly, far down under the surface, in the depths.
Maybe one day there will be an opportunity to let it out and rage in an all-consuming wildfire. Otherwise it simply waits, the angry beast kindled long ago, held within in readiness for a time of need.