At its core Red Pill is about having the maturity and expiriance to deal with the antics of women. Maintaining frame, amused mastery, demonstrating value, these are all things that grown men are equipped to do. However there is no way that a young boy can deal with selfish irrational women, especially one who holds authority over him. Young boys are getting screwed by the education system, they lack the resources to protect themselves, and generally no one gives a fuck.

Who are Teachers? Teachers are composed of the bottom third of a college's graduating class. They are predominantly female, especially in primary school. Many of them are sorority girls. Not surprisingly some are whoring themselves out on seeking arrangement.com, some are even moonlighting in pornographic films (NSFW). The talent pool isn't of the highest caliber.

The Plight of Boys: In the current political climate it is unfashionable to say that there is a fundamental biological difference between boys and girls. Boys are routinely punished for being boys. Playing with toy guns is forbidden. Play fighting is considered bullying. Talking about boy things like tanks, guns and violence, is inappropriate in the classroom. Not surprisingly a disproportionate amount of boys disengage from the educational system and start exhibiting signs of anxiety. They bob up and down, fidget and are easily distracted. Do all of these animals have ADHD, or do you think their behavior is a result of an unsuitable environment? After showing signs of maladjustment, these boys are branded as having ADHD, and given powerful psychoactive amphetamines.

Hiding behind Authority: Teachers are insulated from responsibility, by tenure, their union, and the school principle. Teachers can get away with a lot in the interest of running the classroom. The loser in this situation is the student; who often has inadequate means of reporting wrong doing. Sometimes parents learn the truth. Sometimes they don't. A lot of things happen that the parents will never know.

Closing thoughts: I wish there was a happy ending to all of this, or a policy recommendation I could make but there isn't. The same drunk sorority sluts that I herded into buses, during my fraternity years, are the same woman raising the next generation of kids. The woman you successfully gamed into forgetting about her husband or boyfriend, is making a lasting impact on 40 children. I don't know what we should do. But maybe, we should be more concerned about our children, then the job security of a talentless whore.