By Keyster
You might not know it, but you are. The red pill felt a bit jagged on the way down, the rabbit hole deeper than you thought, but at some point you decided to de-program yourself from 50 years of feminist propaganda. You were inquisitive enough to stop and reflect on the state of things; how the messaging seemed so contrary to everything you experienced in real life, but you courageously dove in head first. While many men acknowledge there’s a problem, (“Yeah women, what can you do?”) they’d prefer not to know the gory details. It can be a dark place and team sports distract and numb the brain. The “white knight/mangina” is fully indocrinated and has no hope. He is ostensibly, a woman. But you wanted to know, because men want to know things. They want to know “why”.
No one will disagree that there are two distinct groups of people on earth, the male and the female. Sexual identity is the very first thing we note when seeing or meeting someone. It’s what dogs do when they smell each other. You need to know what to say and how to react; your agenda from that point on is formulated around the context of what sex that person is. But it wasn’t always like that. When we were small children girls seemed like squealing, weak versions of us and we were rough and dirty versions of them. It was fairly uncomplicated to negotiate your way through early childhood. We each knew our place and assumed our roles, sometimes even “playing house” with neighborhood girls; the boys pretending to go off to work and the girls staying home and pretending to cook in their Easy Bake ovens while caring for their infant doll. I vaguely remember that time.
But not long after that something began to change. As a social caste system began to develop in middle school, many girls began to recognize they had a certain mysterious power over certain boys. They received special attention all of the sudden. The lines were being drawn by those imbued with looks, athleticism and/or keen social skills. Girls weren’t just friends anymore, they were “romantic opportunities” and they clearly selected the worthy bucks from the herd, while chastising and humiliating the more lowly specimens. The Bold and Beautiful were to go forth and multiply. The less fortunate learned how emotionally brutal unrequited love can be at an early age. I remember that time better.
So curiosity eventually got the best of us. Who are these endlessly fascinating creatures that tease and taunt us with their wares? Why do we feel so hopelessly drawn to them? Why are they so difficult to understand? How is it they came to wield this strange power over us so adeptly? And why is our power so limited over them? You’re blessed with an inquiring mind. You always knew something about modern gender dynamics didn’t quite add up. You wanted answers and you didn’t care how ugly the truth was, as long as you understood it. Breaking yourself from the cult of mainstream consciousness is never easy. You knew the red pill would be a hard one to swallow, but you had to know.
So along the way of this daring journey you start to discover that indeed, you were snookered. Your reality had very little in common with what you were led to believe all those years. Those “endlessly fascinating creatures” had an agenda alright and you were merely a financial means to that end, security; while all they had to be was physically appealing. OUCH! The Vagina Goggles took your heart with them as you ripped them off your conscious. But you already kind of knew all along. You just didn’t want it to be true.
Still, you eventually come out the other side a better man for it. Enlightenment is its own journey. You know things about the fairer sex that most men dare not even ponder. That’s not to say women are inherently evil or cruel beings. They’ve evolved to what they’ve become for a reason; the ongoing advancement and propagation of our species. Yes, that leaves the middle class man in the lurch. Single people are the new middle class. (How long can that last?) If the middle class woman can’t ascend in status through marriage from right where she already is, doing it on her own will suffice. And then of course the side benefit of knowing being a husband, a slave to she and the kids, maybe wasn’t such a good deal for your dad or grandfather either. What were they thinking?
You are blessed; more blessed than you know because you “get it”. You see the big picture. You know that women can’t define or “complete” you. Only you can define you. Masculinity is a process of which a woman can play no role, (even though they try). There’s no use in being frustrated and confused anymore by a world you once never quiet had a handle on. You have the knowledge and tools to proceed with your life with the confidence knowledge brings. And hopefully enlighten a few others who are like you once were along the way.
