I have a female friend whose quirky little hobby is writing to pen pals. I occasionally write to my friends, to organise events for example, but I couldn’t make a whole ceremony out of the process of writing a fucking letter. It’s a means to an end. It’s not an interesting activity in and of itself. She somehow spins a series of Instagram stories out of it.

Another typical female hobby is shopping. Of course men buy things too but usually we buy things with which to pursue other interests. It’s step one, not the whole shebang. If we stopped once the shopping part was done, we’d feel like we’d accomplished nothing at all. Women, even acting as a team, can spend entire weekends (and alimony checks) just shopping.

I saw a thread earlier today asking why so many women have “travelling” in their online dating profiles. Is there a better example of a “nothing” passion? Men go places to do things there. For women, the mere act of moving from one location to another fulfils their hunger for life experience. Many MGTOW will remember the disappointment of taking a wife or girlfriend on an expensive trip to find she only wants to lie by the pool for an entire week. You’re hiking and biking solo, feeling lonelier than any single man supposedly does.

There are countless other examples. There’s the terrific amount of time they spend on social media. Some women count texting as a hobby. When women get together, they don’t discuss things, they don’t debate, they “chat”. They may as well list wearing socks and shitting as hobbies. I watched a bit of Love Island UK this year and invariably the boys would be having fun together, inventing little competitions or coaching one another’s workouts. The girls would be lying perfectly still on deck chairs, talking about the boys or talking shit about the other girls.

I will quickly address two exceptions. Firstly, there is a certain type of woman who has a sincere interest in (usually visual, physical) art, who explores it ravenously and practices it with passion. These women are invariably in the throes of serious depression and other mental illness. I would argue that this one genuine hobby is effectively the booby prize of borderline personality disorder.

The second thing to note is that there are a number of skills of which women pursue mastery with great diligence. Examples include physical fitness and make up artistry. I would argue that these skills are not hobbies at all but things women do to increase their perceived value and in this way are equivalent to a man’s work, not his recreation.