No World For Men

This is no country, no society, no world, for men. Not any more.

Over on Ian Ironwood's blog, he thinks that he may have found a Rational Feminist Unicorn. I encourage reading and thinking about what was written. I wrote a little response:

While I honor your attempts Ian - I begin to think that engaging with feminists (and women on the whole) is a waste of time. The reason: there appears to be no attention or sympathy for men in our world. Endless attention and sympathy for women, and they cry out for more attention and sympathy in an unending paean - none for men. Simply a cold and selfish indifference. This has been known through the ages. 

From Project Gutenberg's book "The Life Of Florence Nightingale", search in that webpage for "Women have no sympathy":

(Miss Nightingale to Madame Mohl.) 32 South Street, London, Dec. 13 [1861]. I have read half your book thro' [Madame Récamier], and am immensely charmed by it. But[14] some things I disagree with and more I do not understand. This does not apply to the characters, but to your conclusions, e.g. you say “women are more sympathetic than men.” Now if I were to write a book out of my experience, I should begin Women have no sympathy. Yours is the tradition. Mine is the conviction of experience.
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Now just look at the degree in which women have sympathy—as far as my experience is concerned. And my experience of women is almost as large as Europe. And it is so intimate too. I have lived and slept in the same bed with English Countesses and Prussian Bäuerinnen. No Roman Catholic Supérieure has ever had charge of women of the different creeds that I have had. No woman has excited “passions” among women more than I have. Yet I leave no school behind me. My doctrines have taken no hold among women. Not one of my Crimean following learnt anything from me, or gave herself for one moment after she came home to carry out the lesson of that war or of those hospitals.… No woman that I know has ever appris à apprendre. And I attribute this to want of sympathy. You say somewhere that women have no attention. Yes. And I attribute this to want of sympathy. Nothing makes me so impatient as people complaining of their want of memory. How can you remember what you have never heard?… It makes me mad, the Women's Rights talk about “the want of a field” for them—when I know that I would gladly give £500 a year for a Woman Secretary. And two English Lady Superintendents have told me the same thing. And we can't get one.…

As an aside, the sum of £500 a year in those days equates to something like $50-60k a year these days. Even for that, Florence and her acquaintances couldn't find a woman to act as a secretary.

The only attention that Men get these days seems to equate to: "What have you done for me recently?" You were expecting any form of sympathy? Forget it.

As Anonymous wrote on What Do You Like To Do?

What my counsellor showed me as well, is that we as men, we have identified and suppressed ourselves so much in the name of our wives and families, we have lost ourselves, our very essence.

I think that “What do you like to do”, was a form of “remembering” therapy, for me to start that great process of reclaiming the authentic and true me.

He told me the reason that I had forgotten about me, was that to my family, I was just a utility, an accessory, just like a hand bag. The last thing society and my ex-wife wanted was to see was me was as human, with my own thoughts and feelings.

As an aside, if you want to know how you can tell the right therapist for you? Your ex will hate them. They will make disparaging remarks about them, as they can see and are threatened by your new empowerment.

People hate MGTOW as it gives back men’s humanity – and slaves are not supposed to have any humanity.

If we men are thought of as human - as something other than a workhorse, or slave, or machine - then guilt might ensue. You don't feel guilty about mistreating a machine, running it until it falls apart, the pistons and gears grinding, the oil squirting, the screaming sounds as the engine is taken to and past redline, the stink as the clutch burns out. It's just a machine.

Never mind maintenance.

Replace it when it falls apart.

So our male blood, our lives, our sanity, lubricates the gears of the machine that is this women-centric society. All the while women cry out, more and more, for attention and sympathy and help and privileges.

Never mind. He's just another replaceable robotic part.

Why Women Buy So Much Junk

One of the things that has amused me as I've grown and explored the nature of women has been applying it to the idea (the so-called "study") of modern economics.

One of the basic ideas is that people only buy things they need - which immediately throws a spanner into the works of the whole idea. Marketing (aka propaganda) spends billions yearly trying to manufacture "needs" in people for the non-essential junk that they peddle.

It works, too.

Another concept is obsolescence. So much wastage in society involves creating a "new" shell for a car when the guts of it don't change in any truly revolutionary manner. Are you encouraged to take the old shell off and put the new one on? No! Instead you must buy a new car!

Again, it works.

Women are encouraged to get 100+ pairs of shoes (no really rational reason why - apart from an intangible feelgood).

Men encouraged to get a new car each year (again no really rational reason why - apart from the intangible feelgood of attracting more of teh wimminz).

So all right, perhaps there is a reason. It makes her and him both feel sexier. Both become more attractive to the opposite sex. Marketing, fashion, all that good stuff - which lets somebody sell their garbage to you and they have an opportunity to vacuum your wallet for their profit. Sex sells, baby.

So does social status. "Keeping up with the Jones's", as hackney'd as that sounds. This one is aimed squarely at teh wimminz, because they are the only ones who bother to focus that much on "social appearances". The marketers aren't stupid. Only it's not the Jones's anymore, it's the Jane's. All her femicunt frenemies.

Thus the business of slutting it up in the arms-race to get your very own slave. Work him for a few years, frivorce, slut it up once more while you look for the next useful idiot.

Men tend to wake up relatively quickly and stop themselves from buying too much useless shit. Mostly because it's always the women's crap coming out of our pocket - and those aren't endlessly fuckin' deep.

Women though, they don't seem to wake up to it. It seems that the reason might be twofold: 1/ they're generally more impulsive rather than thinking things through, and 2/ they're generally more entitled and expect the men in their lives to buy this junk for them.

I would be surprised if the latter isn't a large reason for the number of Men seeming to wake up to women's general rapaciousness and worthlessness these days. Marketing focuses their sights predominantly on women, women then expect men to pay for this junk. Men who end up either ruined, or badly burned, or burned out and disgusted by this overt using of them.

I wrote before about a guy whose wife broke up with him out of the blue, said breakup being a total surprise to him. Said ex-wife having over 100 pairs of shoes. Said ex-wife currently living in his house, which he paid for, while he is off working in another city. The reason she's there rent-free while he's away? He needs someone to look after the place and his cats and the like...

These days, what more can you expect for a segment of the population who have been both coddled and trained since birth to expect and demand special treatment? Even better, to conveniently "forget" the last bout of special treatment and look for more? Better yet, the number of men trained since birth to provide this special treatment unthinkingly as a matter of course?

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Haggling - Joke of the Day

Attributed to many people, and with many variations. The so-called "red pill" has been out there for a long time, it's just the pussified modern men have been browbeaten down to not passing timeless wisdom like this on to the next generation. How society has been moulded by the feminist narrative!

This one's attributed to George Bernard Shaw.

George Bernard Shaw was on a train one morning, reading his paper. After a while he looks up from his paper and says to the girl in the cabin: "If I gave you a hundred thousand pounds, would you sleep with me?"

Girl: "Yes, I would."

GBS: "Hmmmm." He goes back to his paper again.

After a few minutes, he looks up from the paper to the girl: "If I gave you ten pounds, would you sleep with me?"

Girl fumes: "What kind of girl do you think I am?"

GBS: "We've already established that. Now we're just negotiating the price."

Men always knew that women were like that. The dictates of "nice" society be damned.

You're Shallow!

Her: You're shallow!

Me: Eh?

Her: What do you have against fat girls who drink and smoke? They could be perfectly lovely inside! It's the inside that counts, not the outside!

Me: My apologies. I was unaware that your dream man was a fat alcoholic drug addict who stinks of tobacco and tastes bad when kissing. I also didn't know that you like guys with mommy issues and who beat the tar out of their girlfriends and punch her teeth out and give her black eyes on a regular basis.

Her: ...

Me: Why are you wasting time talking to me? Go find the fat alcoholic drug addict of your dreams! In fact, I can point you to twenty-thirty of them, they're everywhere.

It's always good to slap them upside the head with their own delusions. Not that they learn from it. It's just fuckin' humorous.