Here’s a bit of, er, “wisdom” about women, plucked from the “Best Of” forum on NiceGuy’s MGTOW forum, and highlighted by our dear friend MarkyMark on his blog. Forgive the melodramatic phrasing; All MGTOWers Are Like That.
Take it away, TQR:
Your eyes are open now. You have finally put 2 and 2 together and realized the “modern woman” and everything about her is an illusion. Everything you, me, and millions of other men, both young and old have been raised to believe is a lie. Women really are the weaker sex. They aren’t equal and the worst part? They never were. …
For those who have the courage to face the truth about modern society, women, relationships, and marriage there is an upside. You’ll begin to gain a greater sense of self as a man and you will begin to understand your own worth. You’ll no longer find desperate fulfillment in the arms of a woman, but instead you’ll find fulfillment in your beliefs, your faith, your principles, your intelligence, your strength, and your natural authority. You are a man. You are the Father, the Husband, and the Adult. You lead, women follow. …
You are like a parent that has realized how spoiled, selfish, and arrogant the children have become. You begin to see them for what they are and instead of giving in to their selfish demands, whining, and temper tantrums you start setting rules, defining boundaries for behavior, and exacting discipline. You become a rock that cannot be moved or manipulated by them. Naturally the child will kick and scream and yell and fight you. But ultimately, the child will appreciate the fact that you have given their life what they’ve needed all along – order. Modern woman are no different . Though they may deny it, they are, in essence, overgrown children crying out for leadership because order brings comfort, security, and safety – everything women today desperately seek. Ironically, the very thing women rage against the most – submission – is the very thing they need.
Also, as you regain your manhood, don’t be surprised if women actually find you more attractive now. We are men. We have been raised to believe that being a man is bad – that masculinity is offensive. That testosterone is a disease men need to be cured of because it offends and scares women. No. Masculinity only scares women because it reminds them of what they aren’t and what they will never be….MEN. We already are what women want – by birth. Unfortunately, once you see women for what they are, it’s hard to say the same about them.
Yeah, I’m sure women are totally beating down TQR’s door, hungering for his manly mixture of misogyny and desperate self-delusion.
It’s totally a setup for incest and child abuse, as I’ve learned from personal experience and from the stories I’ve heard/read from other people who grew up in that environment. It’s a perfect storm for abuse: combine a total ignorance of sexuality with training to unconditionally submit to authority (“authority” meaning: anyone older than you, especially men, including older siblings, pastors, Sunday School teachers, relatives, and parents, of course). Mix in huge portions of guilt and self-doubt (especially if you’re a girl, because you grow up learning that you’re the weaker vessel, you can’t trust yourself–which is why you need a man’s headship–sin came into the world through women who are more easily tempted, etc.), add in an inability to be open and honest with your parents, a dash of fear, and voila! You couldn’t have a system better designed to serve the needs of child molestors, even if it was designed by the pedophiles themselves.
(I’m refraining from assuming the system was, in fact, invented by pedophiles, but I have my suspicions.)
And that’s why every women is actually a closeted transman!
EEB – and let me guess: the girl victims will always be told it’s their fault (if the idea that incest is actually wrong ever gets mentioned) because they’re the original Eve, temptresses, blah blah blah.
What’s this “sell” business? You’re unpaid.
Well, the kittehs in question would swear they’re devotees of Ceiling Cat … 😀
@ The Kittehs’ Unpaid Help
[victim-blaming/child sexual abuse tw. Also, sorry this response went so long.]
Speaking only from my own experience: I was abused for about a year by 17 year old boy that was living with us (his parents moved away but he wanted to finish his senior year of high school). He was also the pastor’s kid. I was homeschooled, I didn’t know anything about sex…my Mom told me that sex was when “the daddy puts a seed in the mommy”, and I had kinda figured out it had something to do with down there, so until I was 13 or so I literally thought that sex meant the guy pushed a lima bean shaped seed up your vagina. All I understood was that I was terribly ashamed, sick, scared. He told me that my parents said I had to listen and obey him. He told me not to tell my parents about what we did because they would get really mad at me. I believed him; there was no doubt in my mind.
I had all of the textbook signs of child abuse. I suddenly at 9 had a total personality switch, became very angry and depressed and anxious instead of happy and optomistic. I was prone to falling into long rages or hours of hysterical crying over the littlest things. Of course, it was proof that I was a “bad kid” and needed more and more discipline to break my strong will, but nothing they did worked, until I attempted suicide at 16 and was placed in a mental hospital. Then they finally realized it was psychological, not just my “sin nature” and strong will. Or demons. (Yeah, the exorcism, that was horrible. No, I’m not kidding. I swear to God, I watch Saved like it’s a documentary, not a comedy.) But no one ever, ever suspected that I was molested. That just couldn’t happen.
I told one person when I was in Jr. High, a Christian therapist who gave a class at a Sunday School conference on how to recognize and help kids who were being molested. I thought she would understand. Well, she prayed with me, told me that I had to forgive the person who molested me, and pray for forgiveness for “my part” in the molestation (that I let it go on for so long, I believe, and that I went along with what he wanted). She never encouraged me to seek help. She did, however, send me a “Certificate of Renewed Virginity” in the mail. God made me a virgin again, you see. After all, that’s the most important thing.
I didn’t tell my parents until I was an adult. I was told, “Why didn’t you tell us? Why did you allow it to go on for so long?” They pressured me not to confront the abuser, even though the law had changed regarding time limits and my therapist supported me pressing charges, if I wanted to (I am VERY glad that I didn’t, though, knowing what I now know about the criminal justic system). I wanted to at least contact his wife when I heard he got married, but they pressured me to leave it alone. It happened such a long time ago. He’s grown up, now. Her certainly wasn’t a real pedophile. Boys will be boys. Etc.
My folks and I do not discuss it. They’ve made it clear that they don’t want to hear about it. They’ve managed to just put it out of their minds–to the point that they can joke about the funny things J. did when he was living with us. “Remember when J. bent all of our spoons in his locker? Ha ha ha boys.” Yeah, Mom, remember when he molested me? HA HA HA. I love my parents, I really do, and I think in a lot of ways they try their best, but when it comes to this…I just try not to think about it, and I sure as hell don’t ever discuss it, because their attitude fills me with so much rage and hurt. So I push it down for the sake of our relationship. It sucks
Oh, my, the OP’s got my sweet little ladybrain all addled now! My husband is gone for work for an average of about 5 months of the year, and now I’m wondering how anything gets down without him here to provide that strong male leadership I so desperately need! Sooner or later the electric and water are going to get cut off because I just sit there and cry instead of paying the bills. And the outdoor maintenance just goes to pot when he’s not here because I throw a tantrum instead of mowing the lawn. I guess that spider isn’t going to leave either, even though I’ve been whining at him for a week now. How will I ever make it until he comes home in December?
Oh, wait. I’ll do what I always do – take care of shit. Because holding down the home front is my job, which I do so that he can do his job more effectively. And we managed to work that out between us, without anyone having to stage a coup or act like a dictator. Funny how two adults can figure stuff out if they actually respect and talk to each other.
EEB … that is so horrible. And so, so NOT rare, which is even more horrible. 🙁
Cyber hugs if you want them …
Aw, jeez, I’m sorry for rambling on so long. This is manboobz, not group therapy.
EEB – That does suck. I’m so sorry that happened to you.
Thanks. And, yeah, I wish I had a really unusual story. I went to the San Francisco Walk Against Rape a few months ago..it was amazing to be with all of these amazing survivors, so powerful to share experiences and realize I wasn’t alone…but at the same time, I kind of wished I was alone, you know? It’s sucks to see many of us there are…and so scary to realize how similar our stories are…
EEB, there’s definitely no need to apologize, and if talking about it helps even a little bit, then at least as far as I’m concerned, you’re welcome to “ramble on” to your heart’s content.
(And yeah, I totally get what you mean about simultaneously being glad that you’re not alone in having gone through something horrible and wishing you were alone. Been there, done that. :-/ )
Virtual hugs if you want them. *hug*
Do truly secure, manly men really stop everything to write a ham-fisted rant about how super awesome they are? Mmmmmm, no. They also don’t have to convince themselves everyone not in their demo is a weak mouse so, you know, they can go on living.
*Sniff sniff* Can anyone else smell the inferiority complex? The defintion is “A persistent sense of inadequacy or a tendency to self-diminishment, sometimes resulting in excessive aggressiveness through overcompensation.”
Seconding everything Polliwog just said.
Considering that 99% of your time is spent sobbing over porn stars not stroking your neckbeard…I don’t think you’re “what women want”.
*”Everything you, millions of other men and *I*”
Is there a difference?
My mom told me to put on my big girl pants and deal with it. PTSD! It can be fixed by pants!
Only if they’re bright red and worn outside blue tights.
Alas! I am out of blue tights 🙁
Also, I just realized that what she said would be a whole lot funnier in the UK.
Also, our lady Eris would hate this guy, he seems like such a killjoy, and not the good kind from the new MCR album either.
Virtual hugs if you want them from me. We don’t mind–if it makes you feel better to rant here, go ahead. (I’ve certainly ranted before, and with much less cause.)
I’m so sorry about what you went through. I think any hierarchical organization sets the most vulnerable up for exploitation with no recourse, which is why there will never be the “gentle” patriarchy that authoritarians promise.
Best pants ever.
How about red PVC knickers? They’d have to fix something.
*anti-chafing powder not included
Rant away, EEB. Just so sorry to hear that happened to you.