The traditional male is dead. You know the traditional male, right? That picture in your mind of a man laying down his coat in a puddle for his "lady". Maybe a man opening a car door or paying for the check. The reason he's dead? Women erased that kind of man from history. They put the toxic male on the pedestal. They worshipped him with fire, a Wicker Man-style sacrifice to their lady gods. Everyone forgot who the traditional man was, if he ever existed at all. The men left in the wake of feminism's blazing path were left to wander the earth in search of an identity. Feminism had the answer. All men are rapists.

Suddenly, men everywhere have had to adjust to the new reality that they, in fact, were rapists. It's possible we've all done something that could be identified in today's terms as "assault". Maybe a fun date led to making out, or a flirty office romance led to sex. Suddenly, men question everything, including their very motive for pursuing women in the first place. Avoidance is the only clue this change took place.

The traditional male is dead. No longer motivated by the thoughtless pursuit of a simple kind gesture from a woman, the traditional male seeks purpose in a world that has told him he has none. His value is in what he produces for the village, and his willingness to die for it. He no longer sees chivalry as a virtue, but as a form of patriarchal oppression. He is the beta male. His value is in his support for the victimhood culture. He himself a victim of the culture he supports. He is a weak shell of his ancestors, a former male still yet to transition to a woman.

Traditions change, and the postmodern male sees no value in capitulating to the crowd. The pursuit of women once had value, in passing on genes in an unspoken pact between genders. Now, society values embryonic genocide over family and legacy. Of the children that survive, many become wards of the state, and those children who don't simply become unbalanced adults. Society is non-traditional, it's time men became non-traditional.

Women, the dates are over and the check's unpaid. I hope you brought your purse. The puddles are deep, I hope you brought your boots. The alleys are dark, I hope you brought your taser. The bills are piling up, I hope you can find work. Your kids are yours to raise, I hope you can find a beta, but really, you deserve to raise them on your own. The guy that used to want to build a poor single mother up, no longer exists. He's dead. You missed the funeral. The attractive men who would swipe right no longer exist, most don't see value in validating your existence on social media. What's the point? Men don't want to even touch you anymore. I don't want to even touch a woman at this point. I get a sick feeling in my stomach from just the idea of a false accusation. So imagine a world with men who feel like I do. Face it, you're on your own. Men still come here to discuss women, but the seasoned MGTOW have evolved beyond the word "woman". Life is a bittersweet journey, and they've only just started. Moving beyond the pursuit of women opens up a world of life lessons, landmarks, and long pauses. A non-traditional path.

The traditional male is dead. GTFO yourselves. MGTOO