First of all, English is not my first language, so excuse me for possible mistakes.

There are many topics concerning this subject, but I kind of have to vent and maybe somebody will find these examples helpful. During my upbringing, the school had monopoly on teaching me about women. "Women are this", "Women are that", "You must never hit a girl", "Treat girls like princesses", "Men need to respect women [i.e. regardless of their behaviour]" etc. I was raised by a single mom (because my dad turned into a drunk and violent piece of shit via his new buddies, not because she'an independant wymyn) so all of those lessons stuck to my subconcious.

Through most of the elementary school, those "princesses" turned to be the nastiest bullies I have ever had. I was bullied alot physically at the time, but their psychological warfare left much bigger scars. Whenever I got excellent grades, I "stole" the teachers' attention from them simply because I was the only male getting all As. Oh boy, did they hate me for that. Teasing and insulting me for anything I wasn't good at and always waiting for me to slip up and then let loose all the monkey-pack scoffs and giggles. I never felt so much hate from somebody to this day. Hate based only on me being the way I am, not on something I was wronging them with.

High school was a chill period in that matter, but there was one event that divided the class from then on. We organized a barbecue at one girl's weekend cottage. My generation wasn't so hell-bent on fucking and binge drinking so most of the people played soccer, frisbee, played the guitar and sang together. Most of the guys, including me, tended to the barbecues and most of the girls made salads and served the food. But one group of girls (some of whom weren't even in our class) and two orbiters were sitting on their asses all day long, smoked one after the another and drank most of the booze we had. When they were hungry, they bitched about it, like we had some magical powers over duration of grilling the meat and refused to use them to anger their precious selves. After we ate lunch, the girl whose parents owned the place brought out the deck chairs. Who rushed to lie on them? The guys who stood for hours by the hot grills, in the hot sun, inhaling smoke all the time? The girls who made tons of salad, prepared the table, served the food and took away the dishes? Of course not! The binge drinking, chain smoking, lazy ass princesses just HAD to lie down, it was so exhausting for them. Most of us said nothing and those who said that it would be nice of them to even wash the dishes were met with contempt. Their hamsters couldn't process that they have earn something, not to be entitled to it for merely existing. At last they said they will do it later. Later they drank a few gallons of wine, beer and heavy liquor, smoked all their cigarettes, which lead to bitching overdrive, thrashed the spot they sat at most of the day, broke a CONCRETE table and left off. Afterwards they separated from those who disagreed with their behaviour and earned themselves nickname "the Elite".

Next is a c/p of a comment I wrote in some of the topics here: I had two really great female friends as a teenager. We were like siblings, but our communication was mostly over the phone, text messages and internet. I had a very shitty childhood and teenage years, so I confided in them all the time, as they did to me. I mostly gave reasonable advice (which they didn't listen to and later complained about the results) to them and they mostly gave me emotional support. When I finally went to University in the city one of them lived in, all of the enthusiasm and excitement about "us living together yay" (we didn't, thank God) evaporated in matter of maybe two months. I wasn't some pimpled basement lardass IRL (in fact, I was a good looking gym-rat), so it couldn't be some disappointment of that kind. And when I had a metric fuckton of shit hit the fan, she was nowhere to be found. The other one said she "doesn't understand her behaviour", but followed her example. Major events and turnovers in my personal and family life became so unpredictable and stressful I (beta raised by a single mother) even tried to kill myself. After that I promptly said her to fuck off. Even after we reconciled, we have only hung out twice in two years, because I decided not to organize any activities with her on my behalf and then have her not showing up.

A few months before I discovered TRP, a very cute and funny 8/10 girl started to train with me in the gym and we clicked instantly. Later on, I had serious problems with depression and asked her for help because she is finishing psychology. The attention she gave me helped (after dealing with depression for good, I realized that attention was minimal), but now she perceives me as something in line with a plant.

However, I considered that last girl a friend or a very good acquaintance and definitely a good training partner. Before summer she was talking all the time about us training together during summer since neither of us wasn't going home. Afterwards she has gone home because the company she was supposed to work at withdrew their plan for hiring students, which was, of course, fine by me. Then it popped in my mind not to start contacting her first, just to see how she's breathing and she has called me once in those three months. The topic was strictly about "us training together when I get back in September, tee-hee". No chit-chat, no "How are you?", nothing about "Hey, do you remember how I said I owe you a dinner for that time you did some of my work for my job?" Then I finally realized I'm just a free trainer and nothing else. I mean, I understand female entitlement but sometimes it takes me aback. I'm an intermediate powerlifter who coaches you for free, structures your training programs for months and even prints them for you weekly, gives you nutrition guidelines, has built you a physique and spectacular ass you never thought you'd have and enabled your massive PRs that half of the male gym rats could only dream about (squat and deadlift way over 200 lbs in less than six months) and you can't even call me a few times during your summer vacation, while I'm killing myself studying, to say hello? Wow. I bet if I tried to disrespect her and her boyfriend's relationship and fuck her, she'd honor me like a deity, but no, since he only wants to have a reliable training partner and have a drink or take a stroll sometimes in exchange for free physical makeover - fuck him.

Also, the untidiness of some women. The apartment I now live in was inhabited by three girls before me. Every girl lived here by herself for 4-5 years, so it's 12-15 years total of females in this apartment. It took me about ten days to clean up after them. TEN days. How somebody can live in such filth is beyond me. Everything around the stove was caked in sticky grease for years. When I started to clean the stove with degreaser, there were torrents of dark brown grease flowing on the floor. Floors were washed maybe once in six months. Carpets were never washed. I won't even start with the toilet. Even with me scrubbing the bathtub religiously over the last two years, I have only recently found it is, in fact, white, not yellowish, after I hosed it down with hydrochloric acid and started gagging when I realized in what I've been showering in the whole time. Syphon below the kitchen sink haunts me to this day. Windows were so sooty from smog I couldn't wash the rags I cleaned them with in two years of boiling them in the washmashine.

WHAT

THE

FUCK

I think I made myself the best favour finding this sub and going full MGTOW. Screw all that. Disregard females, acquire problem-free life.