I look around me and often feel that MGTOW are the last survivors in a zombie apocalypse. So many men are willing subjects in the Plantation, and have no idea that they are bending their wills to an implicit gynocentric social order. These men and their ruling women will try to reach out and pull you in if it seems as if you are defying fem-centrism.

“Why are you still single?”

“Don’t worry – you’ll find someone one day!”

“When are you going to grow up and settle down?!”

“Be a man for once!”

To me, these comments and the people that spew them forth are like zombies trying to pull me in and eat me alive. Instead, I stand there with a mental shotgun and shoot them away; riding off into the sunset to live another day.

We MGTOW are survivors, and the zombies will never get us.