Do You Know Your Neighbors?

A lady on the morning news is a few streets down from me showing everyone the prevalent and widespread flooding from recent vicious storms. She talks to a few people nearby I’ve never met before.  Two of the girls want to drive through a newly created pond to grab breakfast.  Another guy is closely watching his half submerged house for flooding in critical areas.  I don’t know any of these people, yet they are my neighbors.

Why not?

Another day, another Trump headline.  Some shootings in Chicago again.  Crazy stories and revelations on the Drudge Report about a Russian lawyer no one’s ever heard of.  CNN with shady coverage.  Cringeworthy topless feminists trying to break up a Woody Allen concert.

Virtually every story I come across that I give attention to has no effect on my daily life.  I “know” so much about what’s going on all over the world and nation, but just until today, I had no idea how bad the flooding damage was in my neighborhood and in nearby towns.   In fact, I barely know what’s going on in people’s lives.  Yes, I am busy creature with my wife and kids, but it’s far easier to share a Facebook status or meme than it is to get involved locally.

Plus I get to virtue signal to my own group that I’m woke.  I’ve done my duty for the day and can avoid paying any more attention to the depressing hitsquad media circus in the current year.  Of course, I’m able to do this because my life isn’t terribly hard at the moment.

I used to think that the majority of Americans are apathetic to the “important” stuff happening in the world and nation – and to some extent I still think that’s true – but how much can you care about riots in Berkeley when your basement is flooded and everything you had down there is trashed?

We often ask why all these sheeple don’t care about all the important stuff we know is important, but why should they? When I worked third shift, it was a second job for most of my co-workers. They were working 16 hours a day and sleeping maybe 5 if they were lucky.  They didn’t have time, and anything they did wasn’t going to be spent worrying needlessly about things they couldn’t affect.   Is it really apathy when they barely have time to sleep?

Is it really Apathy?

Time is the ultimate resource, and for all the time I and others bitch about nonsense happening on College campuses to celebrities lecturing us, none of it matters to someone who is spending all their time trying to pump water out of their basement.

I and many of us in this dissident right sphere have ignored our neighbors for national issues.  We’ve ignored the struggles, trials, and chaos that plagues those around us to formulate musings, observations, and rants about feminism, social justice blatherings, and vacuous journalism.  Say what you want about guys like Jack Donovan, but at least he’s creating his own tribe with which to live his life.

I’m back in Illinois – and looking at moving to Wisconsin the future, and I can’t help but notice that people don’t have time to care when shitholes like Waukegan, Zion, and North Chicago are filled with the hopeless who can’t find jobs, drug pushers on the street, and people begging you for money and cigarettes on every corner.  Regardless of whether you loathe or hate Trump, he has no idea who you are and isn’t going to bail you out of your shitty life situation. Neither obviously will his critics.

We keep looking for political saviors to improve our lives, but we find none because the national is never focused or concerned on the local – even more so for your smaller towns.  Washington DC doesn’t care about you. Chicago doesn’t care about the small towns in the rest of the state.  (There’s a reason urban and rural concerns and voting is so different. )

If we want to convince people to care about  the problems that face our future, we have to make their future one that is worth living for.  The friends you make are the ones that will hear you out because they know you, care about you, know the investment you have in their lives, and they know you are going through the same crap they are thus forming a mutual identity.    No one REALLY cares about those that aren’t like them or in the same plight.

Mark my words, this is what will drive a new cultural class identity – not race or ethnicity.  Anyone with brains already knows that there’s little worth preserving in France, that Japan disdains foreigners, and that Europe’s problem’s didn’t come from refugees, but from the terrible bitter fruit of the cursed French Revolution and Enlightenment.  But no, let’s blame the Jews and blacks.

Yea we can be woke with our statistics about true crime, but until communities are rebuilt, it’s pointless virtue signaling to our own crowd and arguing with people online who have never met us and consider us loathsome deplorable chem drooling hicks from the Appalachians who apparently deserve to die.

Online persuasion with irritable keyboard happy strangers is a fool’s errand.  Until they meet us face-to-face, their hatred will always blind them to the fact that the suffering of people who aren’t a “minority” or marginalized group actually matters.

Stop going to fight AntiFa in Berkeley or some other peaceful, prosperous, and devoid of poverty liberal city.  Focus on your neighbors instead.    If AntiFa tries to show up to where you live, then fight them there – hopefully with locals and neighbors who don’t care about politics, but see AntiFa as invading scum who are the Fascists they claim to fight.

We want to be on the frontlines “making a difference”, but the frontlines are our OWN communities. That’s where the war has to be “fought”, where it’s always been fought, and it for sure as hell isn’t for those who troll mercilessly on twitter with no attachments to a communities people in real life.   It’s for those who are willing to strain their backs, babysit their neighbors kids, and actually get off their damn smartphone and learn that actual face-to-face conversation is what builds trust, community, and stability for the foundations of the future.

Online Movements Are Nothing Without Local Community

Ask yourself, how much do you have in common with those in online communities besides overlapping parts of your worldview?   If you perished tomorrow, would you be missed? Would articles be written? By no means should any relationships and friendships formed online be denigrated, but are your forming quality relationships with your neighbors?  If a Ferguson erupted in your town, your and your  frantic neighbors would share the same terrifying situation.

What’s left of the Alt-right is already proving to be narcissistic feuding degenerates all wanting a piece for themselves and to rule it from their arm chairs, while throwing each other under the bus.  The online presence is often just that; online trolls to personalities either spamming books, asking for patreon donations, or meming from sun up to sun down. (I won’t denigrate the meme aspect of the culture war.)

Just as most of us pessimistic types realized, online movements are often corrupted into some warped version of themselves – as the white nationalists among us make clear daily as they obsess about race, race, and more race.  Often, I’m wondering if they are just as bitter as the BLM types and what the hell is worth preserving of “white” culture – whatever that means these days besides materialism and perpetually shopping till you drop.

What the alt-right originally undertook – the forming of an identity that could rebuild the crumbling foundations of Western culture – has instead been subverted into a shallow identity of “opposition” to the left.  Rather than offer up real solutions – with the exception of Vox Day – it’s been reduced down to infighting, blaming, “big government is great if it helps whites”, and ramblings about IQ.

As Davis Aurini points out regarding the eventual subversion and death of online movements:

“Take a group of people – any group of people – and if they lack an explicit purpose for associating, as well as a command and control system to make sure that purpose doesn’t waver, their identity will eventually boil down to the lowest common denominator.  And the lowest common denominator for any group is usually the fact that they’re not that other group.  Their identity will become something reactionary and negative; by defining themselves as the opposite of that which they oppose, they will eventually allow that other group to define who they are.  Often enough, their opposition will do the same thing.  Soon enough, you have two groups who are mirror images of one another, fighting one another, and whatever principles or goals that might have started the two groups, are quickly reduced to nothing but slogans, and their former leaders are vilified for holding them back from the fray.”

Even the proposals that do come forth such as Spencer’s white only ethno state aren’t just bad ideas, but will never happen.  That of course assumes “white” will mean the same thing in the future as it does today – which means it won’t.  What are you left with?

A local community from which you and your neighbors will build an identity. Take everything you learn online and apply it.  Avoid repeating the mistakes of your “blue pill” self.  History is a great teacher and one that we must constantly come back to for lessons that have stood the test of time.

Our focus must be local.  You can’t address your neighbors worldview when his house is falling apart and he doesn’t know where the money is going to come from for his next mortgage payment.   Desperation is all around us, but often we are blissfully unaware of it.   We forget that the most eager “converts” are those whose lives were previously in shambles, yet now are starting to emerge from the slime and grind of daily life.

No reformation, societal overhaul, or prevention of the fall of what’s left of Western culture will take place until it transforms local communities.  Online movements are constantly prone to decay, and ours is no exception.  The Neo-Reactionists in our sphere may write as obtuse and high church like manner to keep out entryists and subversion, but they likely will be left behind in their own bubble never pushing the Overton window.

To believe in anything, you must see it impact you and those around you.   It is far better to live in happiness with your neighbors then to write in malice toward strangers on either coast.  The former will always be with you, while the latter you will never meet. Perhaps we can make the “change” Obama disingenuously never intended.

Tanzila Ahmed Doesn’t Date The White Devil

Tanzila Ahmed: A noble advocate of letting white men know what devils there are.

“Mooooom!” I exclaimed, exasperated. “I would never marry a white guy! I would marry anything but white. Person of color, only.”

“Ehhh!” Mom responded, frustrated. “Why not? He could convert!”

“It’s like being with the colonizer. Or an oppressor. I can’t do that.”

– Tanzila Ahmed: Oppressed Bangladesh girl overwhelmed in a world of evil white supremacy.

You may be asking yourself, who the hell is Tanzila Ahmed?  Before we begin, you need to check your privilege, you sick oppressive male and probably white shitlord devils.

Since I’m half/white and half/middle-eastern, I’ll only proceed to check it half-way.  Oh wait, genocide and slavery cards erases it all together.  The beauty of identity politics.

Now we can proceed.

How Social Justice Destroyed A Woman’s Love Life

Let’s get some context on Tanzila Ahmed so we can get a good idea of who she is and the noble ideas she stands for.

Tanzila Ahmed: A noble advocate of letting white men know what devils there are.

So what happened to her?

Well, she was fresh-faced, eager, and full of life.  And then she fell.  Her face to the foe, which took no mercy, would be that of the terrible white devil first boyfiend which would make her dating life irrecoverable.

Yes, it’s a shocking and harrowing tale.

She has one hell of a harrowing tale to tell all you oppressors out there.  It just so happens that she is one of the writers for “Love, InshAllah” a site that offers “fresh perspectives on love” that are so damn fresh, they may no longer represent any actual Islamic doctrine on love, marriage, and all that freaky frisky banter between the genders.  Yes, just the two genders.

In a fantastic and brilliant column filled with a rich and thorough analysis of the Quran, Ahmed – a Bangladesh immigrant – pens a wise and must-read treatise on why she doesn’t date white men simply entitled, “Why I Don’t White Men.” though she is willing to make one exception:

Why does Ahmed “strongly disprove of the white devil men? Her foray into social justice and activism would build a foundation so strong and impervious to empathy and compassion that all barriers and annoyances had to be removed – even the romance of love.  Prepare for an inferiority-complex so strong and ingrained, that it makes the Kardashian sister’s feud about who is more famous look like a Dr. Seus story.

This complex and it’s horrifying results wouldn’t just be limited to her, but her fellow revolutionary compatriots would affirm their romantic breakdowns in all too saddening detail.   Behold one of the comments that in particular caught my privileged shitlord eye; a comment by Hong Gwi-Seok (Peggy) who loved her white husband with all of her heart:

“i hear you. thank you for the beautiful, insightful, honest writing. i am korean american and was married to a white man for 26 years (stayed to raise our 3 kids). as i evolved in my racial identity, he could not come along. he took every criticism of white supremacy personally, so that i felt like i could not speak from my heart to him. he had too much privilege over me, so that i felt second class in my own home. having been there, done that, i am now choosing to be joyfully unpartnered, no money but in the midst of radical community, doing my life’s work.”

Yea, fuck my marriage so I can be joyfully un-partnered because “white privilege” and “white supremacy” are crushing my evolving racial identity.    Her partners refusal to bend over and take it in the ass everyday for the cause of social justice permanently destroyed their passion.

I am still flabbergasted by that comment and just how much social justice ideology could destroy a marriage. Perhaps, we should be less worried about “toxic masculinity” and more worried about toxic racial identity. 

Ahmed would prove to be a rather rebellious ardent and pious Muslim who would actually date men who weren’t Muslim – a sin worthy of family expulsion if you know about the penalties of dating a non-Muslim.

Childhood And The White Oppressors

Ahmed would begin her slow descent into a curious inner narcissism. It would begin in school, in which she was always the girl in the way of the other girls that the guys really wanted to talk to.  She didn’t take this well.  It of course wasn’t her fault, but rather of everyone else.

“The thing was, as a child of immigrants in the 80s, the good Bangladeshi Muslim boys in my age range were few and far between. The crushes I developed were the same crushes that all the girls in my grade school developed: on blond, blue-eyed, athletic, popular boys.”

Note, one should definitely ignore the racial demographics of the highschool and how it IS NOT in Bangladesh concerning “cute boys”.   It wasn’t that she developed her own taste for what was attractive in a boy based on the actual boys in the school, but rather it was environmental influence of those boy-stealing white girls who always seem to prevail – hooting, hollering, and reveling in their white privilege.

Those terrible white cis straight girls.  What oppressors.

“By the time I was in high school, this taste was fully developed. Of course, I never acted on my crush – dating was haram, and my parents would never allow it. But what did it matter anyway? As a brown girl, I wasn’t attractive to these boys either. They were drawn to the tall, blonde cheerleaders. I was always the sidekick to the pretty girls – the geeky, nerdy, student government, asexual, “other” Muslim brown girl. I was the girl that guys would talk to so that they could get closer to my pretty best friends.”

This terrible and traumatizing experience would destroy her self-esteem instilling in her a subconscious desire for revenge and disdain for the white man and his cultural supremacy… in the US… where he makes up 70% of the population, but I digress.

As she displays later and throughout the post, this embrace of social justice would eventually jeopardize her last and final relationship with the white devil, as she just couldn’t be true to herself.  She would describe some of the “problems” with her first oppressive straight white male boyfiend.

“During those years, I was also learning about what it means to be a person of color and how white supremacy plays out in the U.S. In the petri dish of our relationship, I noticed how his white privilege compared to my lack thereof. I had overwhelming student loans, made much less money then him,”

Yes, because “white supremacy” is having less student loans then someone else.  Reverse it, and then let that shit sink in.

“Our relationship came to an explosive end near election day, 2004. I promised myself that I would never actively date a white man again. I needed to get on solid ground on what it meant to be a Desi, an American, and a racial justice activist. I hated the feeling of constantly being reminded of how little power I had as a woman of color. It felt hypocritical to my political beliefs to be dating white.”

Yes, one of the best reasons to break up a relationship is because you need to find yourself as an activist on a quest for power. More power.  That last sentence is a real beauty.

“Most importantly, my career was about training and educating people on social justice issues. The last thing I wanted to do was come home to a space where I had to continue to educate. I wanted to be in a relationship where I could be my full self, no explanation or education needed. He embodied privilege: white privilege, class privilege, gender privilege, education privilege. How could I be in a relationship with a person who constantly reminded me of how much I was lacking?”

Re-read those last two sentences one more time.

Her boyfiend at the time had committed the cardinal original sin of social justice – he was born with white privilege.  Of course it was too much of a strain to “educate” the white devil on his white privilege devilry, because his innate privilege was just too much.

Sit back and take that in.


Fuck that.  His social, class, gender, and education privileges render him as a person to not only be irrelevant, but scum of the white-washed earth.

“When you are dating as a woman of color, it’s a struggle. But when you are “poor” and dating, the struggles are nuanced and different. Passing becomes of the utmost importance. Pretending to have privilege is paramount.”

I always wonder to myself why dating as a “woman of color” is any more difficult then the destroyed dating market the rest of the population is dealing with.   But, I’ll take her word for it, less I be a misogynistic sexist male shitlord – because when women tell you something, you should always believe them, even if it makes no actual sense.

Wait, let’s check that privilege again.


Assumptions About Objects On The Spreadsheet

Okay resume and observe this four paragraph description in which Ahmed makes about the sheer insane amount of different class and cultural filters she ran these men through:

“You wonder what your significant other will say when they see the peeling paint on the walls of your parents’ house, or the roof that needs repair. How what you thought was a middle class home will be perceived as less than when viewed by privileged eyes. How they’ll see your immigrant parents as less intelligent because of their thick accents. How will they even communicate? Will he remember not to touch you or kiss you while they are watching?

You wonder if you pass enough. You weren’t raised to understand the importance of brands and labels, but as an adult have had to learn enough so that you can have conversations about his car, or her purse, or their baby stroller. You wonder if your first date outfit says attractive or exudes cheap. When he orders food for you, you pretend that you know what you are eating, that chewy calamari or slimy oysters. You tout your master’s degree, but you are careful to not talk about how you carry the weight of your school debt because you learned early on that not everyone carries debt the way you do. You avoid conversations about how you had to work as a teen or how your parents borrow money from you. You hope, after looking at the menu, that this is one of the dates where he picks up the bill.

You choose your words carefully. Never say the words that gave away your improper pedigree, avoid the words you never learned to say. Google big words before saying them just to make sure you are using them correctly. Be carefully vague. Say your Mom works “at the airport” instead of as a cashier in the airport parking lot. Say Dad was an engineer and is now semi-retired. There’s no need for them to hear your family’s survival stories. Talk about how your parents own their house, but don’t talk about how it was almost taken away, or how you the roof leaks now and there’s no money to fix it. When they ask, “Why don’t you put it on your credit card?” pretend you don’t have credit cards for ethical reasons, not because you wouldn’t be approved for one.

You are careful to highlight the “exotic” nature of being brown – how you eat fancy “Indian” dishes, when really you ate at home because it was the cheapest. How you do yoga at home, but fail to mention that it’s because Indophile yogis in Silverlake studios annoy you. Nod when they note the Third World poverty of your motherland. Pretend to know enough about South Asian foreign policy so you don’t look stupid when they mention something they learned in their private school education. Talk about the non-violence movement and smile when they say Gandhi is inspiring. Don’t talk about family vacations as a child – because your only family vacations involved seeing extended family in Bangladesh. Suppress your look of envy when you hear their stories about sleep-away camps, cruise ship family vacations, or family dinners at fancy restaurants.”

Wow. No wonder dating is so damn hard for her. She assumes the absolute worst about all perspective romantic possibilities and turns every encounter into a sitcom where every situation is cringe worthy and awkward.   It’s not about her character as a person, but about the clothes she has and the important degree she doesn’t know if she mention or not.

I don’t know about you, but based on those four paragraphs, I can feel the connection and sparks of romance in the air.

It almost seems like she is talking about “objects” in a spreadsheet that are being run through a complex dating algorithm on OKCupid.    Take the movie the “Notebook”, insert two robots with deficient programming, and reverse the entire plot of the movie and her qualms start to make more sense.

What missing in this miring complexity of cultural, racial, economic, and every other fucking possible factor of diversity?

Love. Romance. Passion. The stuff of every romance movie of the last 5 decades.

All the stuff that makes our stomachs flutter and our ladies giggle.  Suffice to say, but I thought most actual living human beings in most Western countries date for love and don’t give a shit about your motherland, your weird cultural dishes, or how much money you or your family has.

“So you give up on dating. Because when it comes down to surviving and finding love, you can’t figure out how to do both sanely at the same time. You’d rather survive alone. And you wonder, how long you can pass until people discover you are a poser. Or if you’ll spend the rest of your life simply passing.”

She now has nothing left – except for her books, cats, and racial community classes.

“Tanzila Ahmed is an activist, storyteller, and politico based in Los Angeles. She can be heard and read monthly on the #GoodMuslimBadMuslim podcast and Radical Love column respectively.”

Well, fancy that.

I don’t know about you, but she definitely appears to be very fulfilled with her life and to be loving every moment of it. That’s how I want to be – an ideologue with a romance so strong, that education privilege can doom it to the dustbin of tumblr relationship advice gone terribly wrong.

You know, I’m not surprised that all the actual eligible Bangladesh men aren’t falling over each other in an attempt to grab this beautiful snowflake and carry her off to the magical lands of passionate love.   Also the fact that she seems to be about as much of a practicing Muslim as I am an ardent Buddhist is certainly scoring some major brownie points in her romantic favor.

For her sake and that of others, perhaps it’s best that Ahmed doesn’t date anyone – for a very long time. Or perhaps it’s just one big ploy to get those devil hunters out there and after her because those shriveling ovaries aren’t getting anymore fertile now that she’s in her 30s:

Hell, at least when I hooked up for the only time with a Muslim girl, our differences didn’t matter as much as the passion of the moment and my dazzling eyes that she couldn’t look away from did.  (Okay being half Armenian, good looking, and very knowledgeable about Muslim culture and history did help.)

We Are Terrified of Actual Romance

That empty seat besides you in your heart…

The Desire For Romance

They say that you aren’t ready to be with someone else if you haven’t fixed your own problems.   Well, with that conclusion, it seems no one is ready to date or find a relationship. In fact, it sounds more like an excuse because we refuse to face the fact that we are terrified of actual romance – or the possibility and potential of it.

How many people these days do you know have relationships that never last more than a few months? Or when things get serious, they scamper away?  Commitment these days is a dirty and scary word.   Many will tell you that you don’t want to be first in vocalizing your desire for commitment.  It all becomes a series of games between men and women.

In your 20s, you are supposed to play the field.   We are told there is always more fish in the sea. That’s true.   But here’s a sobering thought: What if you missed that one special person – that love of your life?  An abundance mentality is key for confidence and avoiding loneliness and depression, but what if you end up “nexting” of the one women who was the love of your life?

75% of married people, according to the Inquisitr,  report “settling” as they have lost their chance at true love.  Yea, that’s depressing.  In fact 46% of those people would leave their relationship for their true love.   That says something about the power of love.

My generation – millennials – seemingly have a terrifying fear of missing out.  We want to remain single, available, and in the mode of continued experimentation – yet we fear a potential future of remaining single. It’s a disturbing catch-22 filled with cognitive dissonance.  We “settle”, but we don’t fall in love.  Again, I suggest that some of us may have missed out.

The vicious truth of today’s consumer and materialistic society is that everyone is focused on their career above all else.  When push comes to shove, most people will gladly sacrifice their romance for a future that’s not even guaranteed.   Men and women are fed the lie that you don’t need someone else – a lie that flies in the face of all of human history and biology. This thinking is willfully promoted by feminism in that women don’t need a man and in reverse by the some in the manosphere that men don’t need women.   I call BS.  As FreeNortherner points out,

“However much some feminists and some MGTOWs rage against it, men and women want to be together with each other. They want to love and be loved.”

We want to be loved, needed, desired, and sought after.  The consistent denial of this is leading to people with unhappy lives, scores of people on depression, and every medical condition under the sun that’s popped up in the last two decades.

Romance Or A Career?

I for one will always choose my relationships over a career.   Now this doesn’t mean one should let themselves go completely, be lazy, ect.  Simply realize that life is short and you want to enjoy it the best you can with someone you care about and love.

I believe there are more people with these thoughts out there, but they are becoming rarer as our society degrades into a smartphone and social media obsessed cespool of vanity, jealous, and envy.   Often we don’t actually want romance – we want material things which we think will lead to it.

1. Love is a spark of physical, psychological, and emotional intimacy.   It’s so intense, that it scares people.  The uncomfortable truth is that relationships take work.  Perhaps love is where you throw everything aside for that special person.  There isn’t exactly a backup plan – another scary thought in today’s often shallow relationships, but it’s crossed my mind.

2. Relationships are work – and anything that takes work is a potential hazard that can bog us down in our quest to experience life.   Yes, we may be experiencing life, but are we actually experiencing any of the romance that we so keenly and subconsciously desire?

Ultimately, people want other people who have something going for them and this is often reflected in career, fame, friends, family, and a bright future.  You sometimes just hope that you may experience a bright future with someone who doesn’t care about how much money you bring to the table.  As Alice from the Honeymooners said to Ralph before she married him, “Ralph, I’d be happy to live in a tent with you.”

It shocks me how many people I’ve met who are dirt poor, yet are happy as can be with each other.   They don’t need anything else but the two of them.  Considering how short life is and how tomorrow isn’t guaranteed,  they may be on to something.


P.S. food for thought:

Problems in the Manosphere

The Emerging Problem

It deeply pains me to admit this, but the “manosphere” and some who have taken “The Red Pill”  (TRP) have allowed their pain and anger to distract them from self-improvement and to mistakenly and irresponsibly blame women for their pain.

In fact, it has become home to some men who might actually hate women – in particular the “Men Going Their Own Way”  (MGTOW) portion of it who I actually deeply sympathize with.  (Disclosure: I’m not a feminist.)

The thing is, most men aren’t meant to be bachelors.  Despite what most MGTOWs will tell you, men and women need each other.  We were designed to be together. It’s good and its healthy, regardless of how much modern day feminism has poisoned the waters between the two genders.

Yes, there actually are some misogynists who are TRP – some of these MGTOWs.  Like any ideology that has come about as a backlash because of the insanity that 3rd wave feminism has become, it has members who have become just as hate-filled as the feminist movement it despises.    Aaron Clarey a.k.a Captain Capitalism has made a video saying some things that really needed to be said about this emerging problem.  There may be some backlash, but the truth and objective critiques meant to help others hurt.


Even though I’m only about 6 months in TRP, I understand that the whole point of the TRP is to acknowledge one’s own personal responsibility, rather then defer it to the opposite sex with excuses like, “All Women Are Like That” (AWALT) when rejection occurs – particularly approach rejection and rejection from women overall.   (I will admit,  I don’t experience approach rejection all that often.)

MGTOW is supposedly specifically about improving yourself, becoming self-disciplined, and becoming someone that not only women want to be around, but other men as well by not putting “pussy” on a pedestal – you know what white knights and manginas actually do.   Instead, it more and more is becoming a circle-jerk where we talk about how much they hate how  “terrible” women are.

Newsflash:  Only just over 15% of women identify as feminists, and most of those aren’t the radicals who we hear the most about online.

Some of these MGTOWs, as Clarey points out, haven’t been successful with women because they aren’t willing to put in the effort which is shocking considering I know some older ugly fat dudes who still get laid.   What is the entire point of TRP and of the MGTOWs with in it? Simple.  Take personal responsibility for yourself instead of blaming others – that includes women. This is makes TRP like a beacon of light in the midst of darkness because we live in a culture where EVERYTHING is someone else’s fault. Yes, many women have been unfortunately influenced by modern day feminism and it has helped to warp their attitudes toward men.

Now some of us Red Pillers have even developed our own kinds of shaming languages which we then sling at anyone who is willing to impartially observe on the sidelines. We then continue to blame women, and when we experience rejection, we spew a bunch of vitriol about “AWALT” and the like.

The Manosphere, and the The Red Pill in general is about improving yourself and embracing reality, not blaming women for every problem under the sun.  Women aren’t the enemy.   They are our mothers, our sisters, our wives, and our daughters.  Regardless of what is said, men and women will always need each other.  It’s a fact of history and of life.

Say anything remotely good about women and you are some sort of mangina white knighting feminist.  If we keep abusing these words like feminists have done with words like misogyny and rape, soon they won’t mean anything.

This is shocking to think, but some men – myself included- really like women. I dare say it’s because of our biology! Hell, some of us actually like the “traditional” idea of finding a girl, getting married, and growing into old age together and being happy doing it.   I grow tired of seeing people in TRP community whose pain I can identify with throw these blanket assumptions of absolute fact upon all women.

Growing Pains


Someone needed to say this in the manosphere and it hasn’t been just Clarey.  About two weeks ago “Blair Naso” at the so affectionately labeled “misogyny central” site Return Of Kings  wrote a brilliant piece, Most Men Do Not Deserve A Marriageable Woman pointing out this exact problem and blame game we have allowed ourselves to get suckered into.  He points out in the article  (1) how we have allowed ourselves to blame everyone else – women in particular for our problems – when it comes to having “bad” experiences with them and finding them and (2) how we have developed a sense of entitlement because we exist.  When I use the word “entitlement”, I’m not using it in the awful feminist sense where approaching a girl lands you that label, but in an honest objective compassionate sense.

And of course you can claim that all women today are whores, but that is not true either. There are many women who still have a sense of dignity and only give away their sex selectively, since that is what women naturally want to do. True, there are not many virgins outside of the freshmen at Christian colleges in the southern states, but that does not mean that every woman allows herself to be the town bicycle.

While marriage is often a risky proposition for men in our time because of no-fault divorce laws, let’s at least attempt to be honest.; not every women wants to screw you over, divorce you in the future, take your kids, make you pay child support and alimony, and force you to live in a depreciating existence in a terrible apartment for the rest of your life.  Yes, it has happened, but this is the result of settling down with the wrong women – something TRP should help one avoid.

Neither are all women – or dare I say all feminists – deliberate and fully aware irrational feminazis.   Instead of complaining about only slutty women are, stop going to those places as Blair points out.

Maybe the reason you think every single Western girl is a tramp is because you keep searching for girls on ladies night in bars. Go volunteer for a boring non-profit that makes for a bad photo shoot, and you will be more likely to find the wife you are looking for.

A shocking idea. Perhaps –  just perhaps – more traditionally minded girls who do want to settle down will employ their time with worthy causes.   One element of TRP that somewhat bothers me is the constant encouraging of men to sleep with “sluts” as they ride the carousel till they hit the “wall” in their later 30s.  Why do we encourage this kind of behavior – or better yet enthusiastically and opportunistically make use of it – while deriding these so called sluts? It’s almost as if we want women to be “slutty” so that  we can excuse, dismiss, and insist that there is an apparent lack of worthy and honorable women to commit to so that we can pretend that said slutty women are our only alternative and is the “reality” of the situation.

You rant about how lustful women are, but how much better are you yourself? All you care about is increasing your notch count no matter what the consequences. You sleep with fat girls, you sleep with career-obsessed women, you sleep with androgynous women, and then you wonder why there are so many of them around.

Blair goes on to make an important point that even feminists don’t like:

Contrary to popular myth, feminism did not invent the slut. Men even have always had a way to get their rocks off before settling down. For example, the samba in Brazil provided a context to meet easy women long before the 1960s.

These “marriageable” women might be rejecting us for more worthy prospects because we have been settling for the “sluts” and their parents have been smart enough to teach them that you don’t want a man whose life revolves around the idea of “non-commitment” and “pumping-and-dumping”.

We can lament about all the problems of the modern day dating market, but it doesn’t change the fact that if we don’t put some effort into our appearance, game, and overall life,  we can’t demand girls pay attention to us vs the better men out there.

There is a time and a place for it, but if we want to remain in said time and place our entire lives, can we really moan, groan, and rage that we aren’t attracting said marriageable women?  Self-Improvement takes time, effort, and discipline.

Furthermore, do you have any real marketable skills? You say you want a stay-at-home wife, but what have you accomplished to provide that? Laziness is also a sin in most world religions, so instead of living in an apartment with your Call of Duty buddies “because the economy is just that bad,” spend a year in vocational school and learn a trade.

Well that stings. I’ll be honest. I don’t really have many worthy skills.  I’m often lazy and I waste my time.  At this time, I’m content to live on very little and to enjoying the small cheap parts of life.  This however isn’t necessarily going to attract women who are looking for a “provider” of sorts.

While it’s hard to become a stable provider these days, one can still be responsible with their time and devote as much as possible of it to self-improvement and obtaining marketable job skills.  (I’m really trying to limit my video game time.)  I’m lucky I’m attractive, because it isn’t the money or the fame that has helped me get laid.

Making The Best Of Our Situation

In TRP and among most MGTOW, we acknowledged that there is certainly a phrase of anger about the realities of today’s dating situation, the destruction of families, and the hardships of divorced men who have been taken to the cleaners by their now Ex-wives.  We can understand why they don’t trust women. Even those of us who haven’t been married have experienced rejection of some kind.   That phrase isn’t suppose to last your entire life.

Pain can’t be used as an excuse to let ourselves become angry and distant.   Let’s not lie to ourselves; we also can become “spinsters” in our old age that no one wants to be with. Pain is a part of life, but wallowing it in it, refusing to make an effort to escape it, and blaming everyone else for it is what third-wave feminists do.  That is something we can’t allow ourselves to become if we wish to actually enjoy life.  Don’t become like them.

Everyday, I see a lot of people in pain. I’ve met men who have been divorced or lost loved ones and I can see it in their eyes.  I can also see these people making excuses for avoiding any real effort to take steps to become happy.  I understand their reasons, and while valid, it doesn’t make their situation any better or cause them to feel any better.

If I am truly a compassionate person, I won’t simply nod my head and avoid any real attempt to aid them in escaping their depression and pain. At some point, you must make that initial attempt to get out of it.  As Mike at Danger & Play puts it, “It doesn’t matter how you start. All that matters is that you start.”  In circumstances like this where the pain is very real, his motto, “Fuck it, I’m going in,” is an important mindset to adopt.

So when I see the main vehicle of “coping” with life’s problems becoming a “fuck women” fest,  I’ll point out that this permanent like state-of-anger and rage does nothing to improve ours and their plight with women. I and others must point this out, because we actually care about our fellow men. Don’t let this “criticism” become mistakenly dismissed because we are not vicious feminists with cyber-lynch mobs wielding axes to attack the already downtrodden with.   We actually do care.