I'm not married. I'm not rich, I don't have a super lucrative job but everything I make, I keep. I have far superior financial punching power than nearly everyone I know with half the resources, to the point where I wonder what I could spend all this money on. I just "spend" it on savings. I have no debt whatsoever. I never have to justify my purchases to anyone. If I want to buy a 500$ oscilloscope, I just do it and there's no one to ask me why I just bought an useless piece of shit for nerds and not something actually useful, like a weekend to the spa or a new couch or something else that benefits her but not me.

I don't cohabitate. Everywhere is my "mancave". I have anime figurines, video game posters, gaming PCs and consoles in full view (and even plushies) and no one nags me to hide them away or get rid of them. No one tells me I'm "immature" or "refuse to grow up". My place is my palace, it's a museum of me. I don't get rid of things I like because they turn off women (that is, "growing up").

I don't date. I have 3 pairs of comfortable pants, underwear and socks, 3 zip-up hoodies and 3 t-shirts. I have no one to impress so I dress for absolute comfort. I don't follow trends. I never go anywhere I don't want to go with people I end up not liking 5 minutes in the outing. I never wonder "why am I doing all this?" because I don't do anything. I almost never go out because I don't like going out and I have no woman to entertain. Places I do want to go are not places I would want to be with anybody, much less an entitled millenial harpy.

But what I love the most, are the tears of frustration shed by women and cucks. These people insist that I am a misogynist, a freak, that I must be a bitter person, even a bad person. If only they knew! I'm just a regular guy. I'm not an activist, I don't belong to any "movement", I barely have political opinions. I don't hate women because that would require me to expend energy on something that I frankly don't want to do. I simply don't care and that drives them insane, even though they've got no stake in my life, no reason to care about why I'm doing what I'm doing. I do what I do because I want to do it, within the confines of what's right and good. Honestly, it makes me sad when I realize that some people are so defective that this idea is something horrible to them, that not only duty but morality is something imposed from the outside and not discerned from the inside.

"La liberté n'a pas de prix. On paye la rançon qui nous a été demandée - fût-ce notre chair - le jour où l'on a compris qu'on ne pouvait vivre sans elle." (Freedom has no price. We pay the ransom asked of us - even if it be our flesh - the day we understand we can't live without it.) Ironically, a woman wrote this. But it is true. Freedom doesn't have a price, and men in long-term relationships tell us every day what ransom they would pay to get their freedom back. Anyone who willingly throws it away must be insane. And yet we are told that we should throw it away, that we are not real men if we don't throw it away. We are to give up something priceless in exchange for something that is transacted for money every second of every minute of every hour of every day.

No.