It’s always handy when one of the MGTOW brethren sums up one of the tribe’s beliefs in a handy little post. The following is what every single MRTOWer out there (not to mention many MRAs and PUAs and even some non-acronymified misogynists) seems to believe about how women live their lives today. When I say “every single MGTOWer” I’m not really exaggerating for impact – well, maybe a teensy bit. But I don’t think I’ve ever run across an MGTOWer who doesn’t take all of the following on faith.
Like many manosphere beliefs about women – like the whole “women only fuck the top 20% of men” thing – there is of course not a shred of evidence for any of this. It’s an essentially religious belief, accepted on faith. MGTOWers are like monks in the douchiest religion ever.
Anyway, fresh from a post by “Rogue” on NiceGuy’s MGTOW forum, here’s how all you ladies are living your lives:
The modern woman’s life plan goes like this:
Step 1) From first sexual awakening throughout her twenties, fuck as many Alpha Asshole men (hereafter referred to as AA) as she can in a quest of sheer narcissistic hedonism. May give birth to an AA spawn during this time; party lifestyle and general female educative path (elementary teacher, social worker) results in shaky finances.
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Step 2) Oops, getting close to or past age 30? Find a Nice Guy Beta (hereafter referred to as NGB), dupe him into marriage with sex (he’s generally grateful for the attention, having had less than stellar success with women throughout his twenties), use his money to stabilize shaky finances. Strong likelihood of having another child or two; may again be AA spawn due to affairs. Pack on 30 pounds of fat (at least!). Cut off sex with NGB since she now has him over a barrel and was never really attracted to him in the first place. Get steadily angrier and more dissatisfied.
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Step 3) Divorce at or slightly before age 40; attempt to remount AA cock carousel, this time as a cougar. Fail miserably because no AA wants an old, fat female body and a loose pussy that looks like a hunk of roast beef that’s been worked over with a dozen ball-peen hammers for a month. Said failure twists her mind until her only remaining pleasure in life is to fuck with ex-NGB in various ways such as taking him back to court to raise CS payments, or denying him visitation rights to his children.
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Step 4) Accept that she’s past her time for the AA cock carousel; become a companion to many cats.
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And what’s with all the cat-hatred, anyway? Cats are adorable, endlessly fascinating little monsters who do no harm to anyone, unless you count all the times my cat has attacked me without provocation and the fact that she just threw up her dinner and is now insistently demanding a second dinner. To paraphrase Samuel L. Jackson’s character in Jackie Brown, you can trust cats to be cats.
Anyway, back to the sermon:
The marriage strike is just an attempt to short-circuit steps 2 and 3, and force women to ride step 1 as long as they can, then transition directly to step 4. Will women like the result if, instead of rushing to save them at age 30, men just shake their heads and walk away? I think it’s an experiment worth trying.
Once again: please, please, please walk away. Walk far away. Become monks in your douchy religion. Just remember that most monks who take a vow of chastity don’t spend the rest of their lives whining about how women are a bunch of filthy bitches.
Oh, and before anyone pops in with a “why do you pick on the outliers, this guy doesn’t represent bla bla bla,” the post (which naturally got nothing but huzzahs on NiceGuy’s forum) was also highlighted on the MRA blog What Men Are Saying About Women as an example of “superb” discussion of the Woman Question. This bullshit is Manosphere-Approved bullshit.
The thing is, I don’t actually care that much about height. I’m 5’6″ and anyone my height or taller would be fine by me. But I like REALLY REALLY SCRAWNY guys and it is just DAMNED NEAR IMPOSSIBLE to find anyone below 6’0″ who isn’t chubby or muscular. The height is just necessary to stretch the flesh out to decent proportions. Actually, I take that back – I did date one guy who was the same height as me. He was kinda bordering on too muscular but managed to still be pretty. Oh and my second boyfriend was 5’7″.
But my ideal boy would be 6’0″, 130lbs and make me feel like a giant whale in comparison. It’s a curse.
“Men are supposed to be dominant.”
Considering two out of the three boys I see regularly now identify as female, and I’m genderqueerish, it still works out.
Actually, you can still be a dude and like to be snuggled. Or submissive and have a backbone. What happens if the dude likes to switch?
Apropos of nothing: Hugh Jackman as Wolverine AND a kitten! *dies happy*
@MRAL:
I gotta say, I’m a little freaked out. You’re coming across as very reasonable and friendly to talk to, despite holding some contrary opinions. Kudos.
@Kirby. I KNOW! :O
@Kirby, well, I had a pretty good day today. One of my friends has a house on a really nice lake, and three of us took the boat out. I like swimming, it’s one of a very few things I’m good at, so that was fun. Then they went on a rope swing while I lay on the top of the boat and rested. It was like 90 degrees and very peaceful. I kind of didn’t want to leave.
@MRAL:
Glad you did. Its amazing how good life can be when you aren’t constantly stressing over your “issues that shall not be named.” 🙂
@MRAL Swimming is awesome. I get to go spend time at a pool this week and I am unreasonably excited about it.
MRAL: How do you define walking the walk?
I’m 44. I’ve had a goodly number of lovers (some casual, some long-term). I’ve dated skinny women, tall-women, “plain” women, chubby women, older women, younger women.
I thought all of them attractive.
I’ve had some fuck me over. I’ve had most treat me well. I’ve had some treat me better than I probably deserved.
I’m atypical for looks. I’m young looking. I’m of average height (5’9″ish), I weight 116 lbs right now. The heaviest I’ve ever been was 136. That hasn’t stopped women from thinking me attractive (I mean sure, I’ve had women I was interested in who didn’t think I was worth a tumble, but that’s the breaks. If you don’t click, you don’t click).
What would it take for you to believe me? More to the point… why should I care what you think? Why, in the name of sweet reason, should I go to the effort required to prove anything to you?
What do I owe you? You’ve called me (and a whole lot of other people, but that’s between you and them) a liar. Why should I give you the time of day?
Hell, I’ve done more than I need to in terms of giving you details, I’ve got a blog. It’s a bit quiet about the details of my personal life, but you can see the broad strokes of one of my relationships in it.
You’re 20… pardon my French, but what the hell do you know about the walk? You’ve barely started.
@Molly:
I always loved swimming. I usually have dreams where I can breathe underwater, rather than flying dreams. Then I started swimming competitively. And I kinda got out of touch with it. 🙁 Ah well.
MRAL: More days on the lake is a good thing. Seriously. Time when you don’t feel pressured (esp given all the turmoil right now) is golden time. I’ve been in a bad headspace… I know all about the demons in the skull. If they are at bay, that’s a win.
http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx134/ami_angelwings/Magyc%20Cards/PlymouthDiabolicalInventor.jpg
here you go Plymouth! 😀
oh and @Holly thank you! I’m glad you like the cards! XD (sry I’m trying to keep up while making cards at the same time xD )
Yeah I was a competitive swimmer in high school. Male captain senior year too, I think that helped with college apps. I wasn’t really that fast but I’ve always been good endurance-wise, I can sort of turn my brain off and just keep going and going at a pretty quick pace. I was a good cross country runner for this reason too, but I was dumb and quit that, shouldn’t have. I was the only member of the team willing to do the 1650, haha. So the coach put me in that every single meet.
He was captain of his swimming team…
I’m just repeating this…
@Ami: He hasn’t said “fuck you” once. o.O
I think when this is supposed to be something unusual and positive… it says something xD
Also I thought David banned us talking about him and his issues xD
@Ami:
IIRC, only about his height and eye.
What’s so weird about me being captain of my swim team?
It’s not weird, Mr. Al, but it sounds kinda alpha. Or beta at least.
@Kirby I tend to have very surreal dreams, but I’ve never experienced the “breathing under water” or “flying” dreams. Used to have “falling” dreams, tho. 🙁
Sounds alpha to me. xD I’m pretty sure if somebody said they were that in an MRA/PUA forum, ppl would throw things at them for whining. xD
@Molly:
Have you had the ones which aren’t quite dreams, but you are falling half asleep when all of a sudden you feel like you’ve fallen and you jolt awake? Hate it when that happens…
I hope my cards don’t get scrolled off the screen again just b/c it’s becoming a “history of MRAL” support group again -_-;; I alrdy rly exposed myself just to help.
@Kirby: Yeah, those! Hate ’em.
I had a dream last night where I was able to taste oranges that I was eating. I understand that’s pretty rare.
Ami: Can you put a link to that photo album on your blog? And then give me the link to your blog? I used to be able to get to it just by clicking on your name, but I see I can’t anymore. THANKS, AMI!
I have (so it seems) odd dreams. I’ve died in them, three times that I can remember (and I’ve also hit bottom, without dying).
But I don’t have flying dreams, or falling dreams. I have running dreams, where I am a quadraped. I don’t stop having arms, but I get lower to the ground and they are as if they were legs. I run,like a horse, or a wolf.