So something happened today that I thought TheRedPill should hear about.

(The bolded parts are verbatim; as soon as I had heard these words, I wrote them down so I could share it here. The rest is summarized/rephrased.)

I work with all women. 100%. They are all relatively young (20s-30s), married, white, upper-middle-class, all health care professionals with good degrees from good schools making probably $30-$40/hour with full benefits. They all have at least one kid, most of them have two.

Their husbands range widely in all those demographics (except race; they're all white). Some are, relative to me, balling out of control, making upwards of $100,000/year. Some are working-class stiffs making $15-$25/hr at blue collar jobs with no post-secondary degrees. Some are comfortable small business owners living from boom to bust with enough extra to be able to take their broods out to Red Lobster each Friday night and still pay the monthly mortgage bill.

One is unemployed. This is his story.

This guy found out he had a congential defect (not sure what exactly) and has to have a heart transplant and has already undergone several surgeries. He is pretty much bed-ridden until that happens. So his wife has been coming to work completely exhausted from taking care of the kids and house by herself AND working 40+ to pay for their daycare bills, private school tuition bills, and THREE, YES, COUNT 'EM, THREE mortgages. At first I felt sorry for her. Then this conversation took place today where they were bashing the shit out of him for being a lazy father snd husband and that his wife deserves better.

Now I'm comfortable enough with these women that I felt safe stepping in to come to a brother's defense. I said, "Cmon, don't be so hard on him; the guy has a heart defect, there's not much he can do." They didn't attack me. They did something worse.

They metaphorically left him to die, when one of them justified their criticism with this gem: "Well, I mean, he needed to have saved more for emergencies or whatever, 'cause, like, if you're a mom, you need to be able to not work whenever you want.

As their dumb-ass heads all noddded in assent I died a little.

So that is that. If you fail, you die. That's what being a man is all about.

And you're wife will shit on your corpse at work with her friends.