Consider the plight of the poor, horny Man Going His Own Way. He may have convinced himself that women are icky monsters out to highjack his sperm and steal his money. He may have convinced himself we live in a femi-fascist gynocracy out to destroy men and civilization generally. Yet his disobedient penis can’t stop thinking about sex with these evil, filthy women.
And so he turns to his fellow MGTOWers to ask for help: what can I do, my brethren, to stop popping so many boners? Ed1974, a newbie on MGTOWforums.com, puts it this way in a plaintive recent post:
[M]ore than almost anything I want to be woman-free and contentment to live a woman-free life. For more or less all of my adult life I’ve played in to society’s demands that I have to have a woman, and preferably a pretty woman, in my life. I’ve done a lot of Internet dating and every friggin time I get involved with a woman I regret it. Either I just want to get some ass and the woman wants a lot more than that and makes a mess out of my life when I leave, or I end up spending way more money than I ever wanted to spend just to have her grace my life with her presence, or something else that fucks up my life. The bottom line is I sincerely want to live a life without the desire to have a woman in my life.
So Ed is taking steps to quell his desire:
1. I downloaded a firewall blocking all dating sites.
2. I’m going to read as many books on misandry that I can.
3. I’m going to take myself out of situations where I can get in trouble, such as bars.
4. I’m going to fill free time that I would normally spend out with some woman with something productive.
I also want to remember the bad times where I’ve had women who I’ve tried to get out of my life end up stalking me for months on end. And to be perfectly honest, I want to remember the time I got the clap from some skank. I also want to remember that I should be thankful that I’m not a baby daddy and I’ve never had any false rape charges against me.
Alas, but poor pretty Eddie is afraid that this won’t be enough, and begs the assembled MGTOWers for “other steps I should take.”
Site admin Nacho Vidal suggests he go another way entirely:
My advice would be to scrap the ‘steps’ you’ve taken and take your wanking up a notch! Also, have you looked into hiring a whore or two once a month?
Others jump in to endorse the masturbation-and-prostitute strategy, and encourage him to cultivate his hatred of women by reading from the ample selection of stories on the site about evil, depraved, disgusting women. As fairi5fair puts it:
I go to college and still get the biochemical reactions that play into the mate-spawn-die script when I see a 20 year old with a candy apple ass and perky tits, but my growing understanding of women in general helps to make it less urgent and more negligible everyday.
A few others have more novel advice. Our friend womanhater suggests a trip to the mall:
Sit in the food court, and spend a good three hours there. Leisurely sip on some coffee, and simply watch.
See all the soulless men being dragged around by cupcake holding her bags. You’ll see the total absence of hope in the eyes of men in this trap. You’ll see his brain calculating the immense debt being run up, and yet he knows he’s fucked.
Pay attention to the stupid whores in training aged 15 or so, and simply listen the absolute shit running out of their mouth. Watch their behavior and internalize that every twat you see aged 25 was doing the exact same shit a decade ago.
Every time I start to feel my ghosting resolve start to slip, I go to the mall for a few hours. Clears my fucking head every time.
NewWorldMan suggests a sort of mind-over-boner strategy:
Sounds like BS, I know, but telling myself (actually saying the sentence in my head at the moment of attraction): “I control my dick, my dick doesn’t control me — actually works for me.
Frederick326 suggests an anatomy lesson:
Read up on vaginas. They’re fucking disgusting.
And fairi5fair also links to the (somewhat NSFW) video below. I’m not sure what exactly it’s supposed to accomplish other than to remind us that Japan leads the world in baffling entertainment product:
Arks: Ever had three girlfriends? My 5’5″ ex did.
I have also personally met a person who was 6 feet tall and extremely creepy. In hismost illustrious adventure, he asked a girl for a blowjob immediately after she got the news her best friend died in Iraq. He was creepy before, though: boundary violations to no end. Ugh.
…Meat jar?
Also, Arks, honey? Referring to a woman’s vagina as an “eager meat jar” in pretty much a cast iron guarantee that she’s never going to let you anywhere near it.
Arks: Creepiness in men is a function of their attractiveness. This tautologic. If a woman thinks a man is attractive (as opposed to his being possessed of conventionally good looks), she does not think him creepy.
But being conventionally good looking is not a permit to be a dick, much less to commit the rape you describe.
In short… you’re talking bollocks.
The dude I was talking about upthread? About 5ft10, strikingly handsome, socially adept…and cold, dead eyes like a shark. Which is a shame – they’re such a pretty color, until you notice the gaping void that lies behind them.
Arks: I am a tall individual. I am speaking from experience, social interactions do not work that way. Also, you seem to have a poor idea of how arousal works.
….okay, “Eager Meat Jar” is either a great name for a band or the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Possibly both.
(Also, seriously, Arks, just asserting dumb things does not magically make them true. My closest male friend aside from my boyfriend is 5’1”, balding, with terrible teeth and dweeby glasses, and is happily married to a lovely girl, and not in the least bit creepy. The last guy who shouted obscenities at me on the street appeared to be tall and muscular. He was also creepy as shit, because he shouts obscenities at strangers on the street. I know you really, really want to believe that women are some sort of crazy non-human species who register no difference between “Hi, nice to meet you” and “HEY FAT TITS SUCK MY DICK,” and simply carry around a yardstick to determine one’s worthiness as a human being, but, well, that’s fucking stupid.)
Also, I’m not dumb in any situation, which means I’m smarter than you Ozymandias.
Protip: When talking about how smart you are in every situation, avoid making grammatical errors in the exact same sentence. The vocative comma is your friend, MRAL.
I love the space where MRAs meet Nice Guys and come to the conclusion that physical appearance is tied into character in some sort of mystical way, I really do. Tall, handsome men get all the women, therefore they are evil. Short, ugly men don’t get laid (I know this isn’t true, but let’s play along with their delusions), therefore they are nice, and they are the ones that deserve sex, but women cruelly deny these poor unfortunate souls access to their eager meat jars because women are evil.
“I know you really, really want to believe that women are some sort of crazy non-human species who register no difference between “Hi, nice to meet you” and “HEY FAT TITS SUCK MY DICK,” and simply carry around a yardstick to determine one’s worthiness as a human being, but, well, that’s fucking stupid.”
Also impractical. I am 5ft2 – how in the hell am I meant to carry around anything long enough to confirm that a man is at least 6 feet tall without constantly tripping over it?
@CassandraSays “I love the space where MRAs meet Nice Guys and come to the conclusion that physical appearance is tied into character in some sort of mystical way”
You’ll find that women are much more guilty of this than men. It’s the halo effect – a woman’s opinion of a man is distorted through the lens of his attractiveness. If there’s gina tingles, if he makes her feel any kind of strong emotions (even bad ones, the female serpent brain eats this shit up), he can get away with murder.
Like a lot of the bullshit MRAs complain about, physical appearance = character is something that is enabled by women. We either go along with it or decry it, because it’s the unjust system we’re trapped inside.
By “go along with” you mean “imagine, and then defend in order to provide protective coverage for our pathetic insecurities and enable us to avoid admitting that the reason women hate us is because we talk about their eager meat jars”, right?
Each comment you make is more comically delusional than the last one. Keep it up and at this rate you’ll give our two nuttiest regular trolls a run for their money. And one of them talks to dolls and thinks that they love him.
I think guys who perceive themselves as ugly or physically inadequate want to believe “creepy=ugly, hot guys get away with everything” because:
1) It lets them off the hook for their own behavior. Any bad reactions they get from their behavior are obviously just shallow judgements of their appearance!
2) It lets them believe that all accusations of inappropriate behavior are also just judgements of appearance. See, sexual harassment and assault don’t really exist! It’s all just the earnest advances of ugly men! I feel so much better about the world.
3) It lets them believe that men who do get along with women are just genetically gifted, and not actually nicer to be around.
4) It lets them hate women for doing an unfair and irrational thing, and more excuses to hate women are always awesome.
Incidentally, it’s particularly funny to argue on the internet that women judge men solely on their physical attractiveness. I don’t have the faintest idea what any man here looks like (well, except for that troll who posted his picture to prove how right he was, which was hilarious), and yet I have opinions on them! Craziness! It’s almost like when a guy says, say, “women who get murdered by their exes probably did something to deserve it,”or “women who say they were raped are always lying,” I think that’s creepy even without measuring how tall the speaker is!
It’s just so childish. I mean don’t get me wrong, there are women who think that way too (though with less sense of entitlement to sex), but most of them grow out of it. Some guys seem to get stuck at that stage and just never move beyond it. Arks will go to his grave babbling about women’s meat jars and the trails of slime they leave behind them, and he’ll honestly believe that the fact that women don’t seem to care for his company has nothing to do with the hostility and contempt that he expresses towards them.
@ Polliwog – Isn’t it crazy? I seem to have formed opinions of the men here without having any idea what they look like. If I were to meet NWO and he turned out to look like (insert male celebrity you consider sexiest here), I still wouldn’t want anything to do with him because I think he’s a. batshit and b. a horrible person. Whereas there are men here who I know for a fact aren’t my type who I’d be happy to sit down for a drink with.
It’s like women are rational human beings or something!
Again with the “‘gina tingles”. Is this a thing now? I thought it was just one of MRAL’s stock phrases.
Every time they use that phrase I think “if your vagina is tingling then you should probably talk to a doctor about that”.
Arks, say it with me now: “Patriarchy hurts everyone”. No, wait, that may be to nuanced for you. Have you considered it may be individuals shining personalities that is drying all these rivers?
Or when they come to the conclusion that viewing women as being possessors of meat jars that exude slime has nothing to do with their lack of success with women, but that their height (or lack thereof) has EVERYTHING to do with it.
http://thepoptopshop.com/osc/images/Slime.JPG
You know how the kid left M&Ms for ET? It’s like that, but we use it to mark a trail so that the evil alpha males can find us.
No, it’s a phrase that’s been tossed around the Manosphere for quite a while now, and MRAL just recently added it to his repertoire.
Yes, and preferably before it starts oozing slime.
Spear: Roissy, the misogynistic PUA asshat, coined the term.
Arks, have you considered the possibility thaat both men and women occasionally suffer from the halo effect? See “why men love bitches,” et cetera.
I often experience a sort of anti-halo effect. If a get to know someone and really dislike them they tend to look uglier and uglier to me over time.
I know for a fact my girlfriend went from “pretty” to “HOTTEST WOMAN ALIVE” as I discovered how wonderful a person she was