While the popular manosphere metaphor for understanding the realities of game, feminism, and the differences between the sexes is taking the red pill, I’ve always preferred thinking of it as putting on the They Live glasses:
I think this is just a matter of taste. Some prefer the rather metro Keanu Reeves* and butch Carrie-Anne Moss in the highly stylized The Matrix, while I prefer the cheesy Pro Wrestler Roddy Piper and the campy clumsily marxist They Live.
*Not that there is anything wrong with that. In Keanu’s defense, he doesn’t seem at all gay in Constantine and is instead surprisingly cool.
