This is a cautionary tale of what can happen when a man becomes misguided by believing what women say when they tell you what women want. You can find out the hard way, or you can look at their behavior, determine how they act, and decide for yourself whether to believe them. I can only tell you what I've seen.

There was a precise moment where I realized I had gotten in too deep, and something was fundamentally wrong with what I had been told about relationships. I was listening to records on my neighbor's turntable, and her friend came over, this hideously unattractive sea-cow of a woman. They must have forgotten I was there, or maybe by then I'd just neutered myself to such a point that I radiated “one of the girls” energy and they didn't realize a man was present.

(rough interpretation of their half hour conversation)

Manatee: Here's a couple new pictures of my boys. You'll have to come over and babysit again soon.

Friend: Oh, they are so cute. How's [father]?

Manatee: blah blah Such a nice guy blah blah Needs to meet a girl

Friend: Oh totally. He deserves a nice girl. What about [other guy you started fucking instead]?

Manatee: Can you believe this shit? He broke up with me after a year, and just left all my stuff on my porch and drove away. Dick.

Friend: What? What an asshole!

Manatee: Oh yeah, and I was just about ready to introduce him to [children] and I really trusted him and how could he just leave my stuff and leave me like that and blah blah blah

Friend: I know! blah blah blah

I was stricken with absolute horror. This beast of a woman was able to get a man to father her children, take care of her and them for over three years, then she just takes the kids and starts fucking some other guy, who leaves her the moment she starts even suggesting getting serious because he realized he can do way better. And she's upset that he did this to her, and that he had the decency to give her back her stuff without causing a huge dramatic scene. My friend mirrors back the same indignation, reinforcing the solipsistic delusion.

I wanted to say something, but I also realized where I am. This is the female echo chamber. If I dared to point out the obvious karmic backlash, I would definitely be ostracized immediately, possibly violently. This is some inner sanctum shit that no man other than the most pussy-worshiping castrated slave-boy is ever supposed to see. Just this level of complete validation for the most obvious wrongness sickened me, and it crystallized to me that relationship advice given by women is nothing but a heap of widely believed lies intended to trick gullible men into life long servitude to an ungrateful, unfaithful hag. Unable to cope with that knowledge from inside the matrix, I promptly found and swallowed the nearest red pill.

In thinking about it later, I've come to the following realization: the rationalization hamster is not a solitary creature, but an entity created and nurtured collectively by groups of women. It's an echo chamber more than anything else, where women validate their own and each others bad decision making, find a way to cast all blame elsewhere, and claim primary victim status together. “Nothing is wrong, because we all do it, and anyway Becky did it twice,” or whatever. All women have some degree of this with their group of friends, since that is one of the major purposes of girl time, comparing and validating bad behavior. My harsh wake-up call was the most glaring example, but looking back across several groups of female friends, I have seen it over and over. The worst behaviors and decisions are written off or even downright celebrated by other women even if the offender is clearly ashamed or at least not pleased with the outcome. It's more about all of them preemptively validating their own future bad behavior than it is about supporting each other.

So, I was in too deep, got out, and now I want to help my fellow men avoid my mistake. If I could only impart one piece of advice it is this: DO NOT GET INSIDE THE ECHO CHAMBER!

If women are openly validating horrible shit in your presence, stop what you are doing and get the fuck out before you lose your mind. You will see in them the most joyful darkness you have ever seen in your life, and it will get deep into your soul and haunt you every time you think of emotionally investing in a woman. It's far worse than just taking the red pill. It's peeling back the matrix to reveal not the real world, not the code, but the machine itself, a robotic tangle where you assumed there would be soft skin, powered by your own flesh and blood. And then instead of waking up in the real world, you wake up back in the matrix, knowing what's really underneath but still without the ability to break free.

Unless you are content with life as a supplicating follower of a dissatisfied woman who knows she is better than you, swallow that bitter red pill before you spend another minute in the matrix. If not, then you'll get to experience firsthand what it's like to see through the dream before you wake up. I don't recommend it.