by Alphabeta Supe

With the recent talk of post-feminism, I’ve been casting my mind forward to 2020, when some say the misandry bubble will burst and men will regain political primacy. I’m 10 years older, have a nice house, a nice car, good friends, meaningful work. I’ve gone my own way and have no kids. I’ve a pile of money invested wisely and am master of all I care to survey. My thoughts now turn to the question that has been boring a hole in my mind since the bubble began to inflate:

Who’ll inherit my stuff when I’m gone?

I dream on…the misandry bubble has indeed burst and men who had the foresight to see what was coming are emerging from their bunkers. Feminism as an ideology lies in ruins, having been exposed to the quick for the arrant fraud that it was. The <b>Stockholm Declaration</b> - the instrument that sealed its doom, has been signed. Hard-core feminists and their collaborators have been hunted down, tried, found guilty of crimes against humanity and sentenced to Sweden, now effectively a labour camp, for the terms of their natural lives. Julian Assange, the facilitator of the downfall, has been endowed by King William V of Great Britain with a new order of chivalry in memory of the pivotal event – Knight of the Leaky Wick.

Gender relations around the world are starting to improve. Feminist propaganda is banned on pain of death. There is no internet in Sweden. The time has come for MGTOW to return to the mainstream, find suitable mates and fill the Promised Land with the fruit of their loins.

In this post-feminist dream a beautiful young woman, full and fresh with the ripeness of healthy youth, has sought refuge in my lands. Her heartbeat races at twenty paces and there are tingles in her loins when we touch. Her deep-as-the-sea, hero-worshipping eyes make it clear we must breed.  Problem is, she was born to Eve but raised by Jezebel so while her heart is pure her soul is tainted by the poisoned apple of misandry.

In other words, she has never been taught how to <i>not</i> hate men.

What would I say to her? She has denounced feminism with all her heart and has tearfully prostrated herself before me. She begs to be taught. What <i>could</i> I say to her? What words could unravel the steel-threaded cocoon of feminist lies and deceit without garrotting the soft pink chrysalis inside?

“F*ck off and die, you blood-sucking parasite!”

…thunders A Voice from the left, forever riding shotgun.

“Let’s get you out of those dirty clothes…”

…croons the crimson artist, from <i>le Château dans les nuages.</i>

As tempting as these suggestions would be, I think I’d say something more like this – a sort of post-feminist manifesto for women who survive the disease:

  • Don’t be narcissistic. A woman should never think she’s more important than men or children. Marketing departments delight in exploiting a woman’s tendency to think they are. They promote ‘women’s only’ this and that, and many women buy into it. This appears sexist but it is really a marketing ploy that works because most women are narcissistic. Companies know they can charge more for goods and services by using the words ‘women only’. Narcissistic women are easily exploitable women. Be neither.
  • Don’t let others make choices for you. This should be self-evident but many women allow themselves to be told what to wear, what to buy, what to eat, how to dress, where to go, how to think – in clubs, gyms, magazines, websites, books, stores and by TV talk show hosts. They seem to need a step-by-step guide through life, which they follow like sheep as companies exploit this ‘need’. Don’t swallow the same poison. Don’t believe the same lies. Behave like a sheep if you must but obey the sheepdog, not the wolf. Better yet, be a woman who can think for herself.
  • Get rid of the self-induced schizophrenia. Don’t insist you’re strong, confident, capable and independent one minute, then weak, frightened and vulnerable the next, especially when you’ve been caught doing something wrong. Don’t chop and change your character whenever it suits you – choose one and stick with it. Admit when you’ve done something wrong. Don’t suddenly remember that you suffered abuse in the past or have some kind of mental illness or other instability, then use it to get yourself off. If you never sought help for these problems before you were caught, don’t use them as an excuse afterwards. Be a woman who accepts responsibility for her actions.
  • Don’t let the law take responsibility for crimes women commit. Speak out against women routinely receiving shorter sentences than men for the same crimes. If the law punishes women as it does children, treat them like children and encourage other women to do so too. Don’t call these women victims and say ‘they’ve suffered enough’ because they’re women. Believe in, and stand up for, equal justice on the basis of gender.
  • Don’t believe everything women and manginas in the media tell you. Many serve up slop by the bucket – celebrity gossip, slimming tips, sex tips, man-shaming tips, rape fantasy stories, etc. TV shows like Oprah and Dr Phil are filled with advice on how women can transform themselves into victims and blame everything on men, while constantly ridiculing them. Partake of more nutritious fare than this. Get your infotainment from equitable presenters. Always be aware of the cultural <i>status quo</i> from both perspectives.
  • Don’t fake solidarity with other women, especially in public. Don’t pretend that all women are your best friends when everyone knows nothing could be further from the truth. Openly acknowledge the reality that many women despise each other unless there’s personal advantage in not doing so. Game has taught post-feminist men how to see through attempts at deception, so a woman’s lies don’t travel far. Don’t be a liar, especially not an obvious one.
  • Speak out against misandry. The main reason for its proliferation is that good women have remained silent. Silence in the face of this injustice is cowardly. It allows loud, obnoxious women to preach hatred with impunity, which reflects badly on all women. When you speak out against the rubbish misandristic women throw at you about men, you do all women a favour. Don’t be a coward and don’t be silent.

This is the chalice I offer to women who wander into my future realm. It carries a distillation of the conciliatory parts of the anti-misandry narrative to date, so the post-feminist woman who draws from it has a chance at new life, both in her belly and in her heart. If she rejects it, her future will perish in the cold, barren wasteland of the feminist soul. It’s her body, but the future of mankind is NOT her choice.

Did my breeding beauty drink? I don’t know…I woke up.