The man behind The Black Pill blog – formerly known as Omega Virgin Revolt – would like to go his own way, he really would. But he’s been feeling a bit stymied on that front, because no matter where on earth he might go, it doesn’t seem far enough away for him.
In a recent post, he looked at some of the solutions that have been suggested for discerning Men Going Their Own Way like himself, and found them all a bit wanting.
Becoming an expat?
I have been sympathetic to the idea of expating, but I haven’t really seen its value. Most men who do it think they can find a different type of woman outside of the US or outside of Western countries. While that may appear to be the case for now, women are the same everywhere … Wherever you go, there you are in a misandrist nation and culture.
What about going somewhere where there aren’t any women – or men – at all? Still not good enough.
Even more radical expating ideas like seasteading, cities in Antarctica, etc. still are too limited. It’s too easy to travel to anyplace on Earth so such places can’t be used to escape women and manginas.
So Mr. Black Pill decides to look beyond the confines of this puny planet.
[W]e have to look to space to escape women and manginas.
But not even a one-way trip to Mars will get Mr. Pill far enough away from his earthly tormenters.
Even then the Moon, Mars, and anywhere else in the solar system probably still won’t be enough (although they too can be used as stepping stones for further expating/escape). We need to look to other star systems and beyond.
Mr. Pill has his eye on one star system in particular:
We need to look towards a place like the Tau Ceti star system. Places like that are where we can develop a civilization completely free from matriarchy.
Hmm. Tau Ceti is a sun-like-star only 12 light years away, and one of its planets may lie in what scientists describe as the “habitable zone” — neither too near or too far from Tau Ceti to support life. That’s the good news. The bad news? Well, the planet in the “habitable zone” has five times the mass of earth. (Not a good planet for basketball. And you can forget about getting help from friends when you move.) Oh, and it’s being pretty much constantly battered by meteorites from the giant cloud of space debris that orbits Tau Ceti.
But no worries! Mr. Pill is confident that we can work out these little kinks.
While the planets around Tau Ceti may not be ideal for us, this isn’t a problem. Terraforming will take care of some of it. The rest can be handled by genetic engineering and/or becoming cyborgs. This is a good thing because we need to remove genetics that predispose us to be manginas anyway so we might as well make more changes while we’re at it.
Could we have tails too? I’ve always wanted a tail.
You may think this is some far off future that you will never see in your lifetime. While it will be a long time before there’s an exodus to another start system like Tau Ceti, other parts of this vision are already in progress. For example, the development of cyborgs in primitive form is proliferating in areas such as finance.
It’s true. Soon all bankers will look like this:
Mr. Pill ends on a hopeful note:
While no one is going to be getting on a spaceship to another star system tomorrow, this is a vision we can realize. …
Just as our ancestors had to choose to leave the Great Rift Valley a long time ago to find a better life, we must do the same on a larger level. It’s going to take a long time and a lot of work, but we must do it. It’s the only way to build a better human civilization.
There’s really only one way this plan could fail, and that’s if Mr. Pill’s counterparts arrive at the Tau Ceti system a couple of hundred years from now only to discover its habitable planet already inhabited.
By these gals.
Or maybe these, with a scantily clad mangina in tow:
Whoops! How did I miss Phoenician’s post?
This calls for brain bleach
http://youtu.be/lCmskBo5sz0
It is simply unthinkable for 99.9% of African men to agree to “open marriage” or polyamory, as is the current relationship trend in the West.
Jeez. I joke that all my friends are bi and poly, but even I don’t think I have a 99.9% ratio. Also, lolz, nobody tell them about multiple wives being a thing in various countries over there.
RE: Zolnier
Heh I just got this image of this guy managing to launch a colony ship of “Alphas” and beaten down women, and then this happens. http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/wise_12_10/
…oh man that story actually really creeped me out. Since I’m pretty sure that’s what was going through our parents’ minds when we started coming out, that we were changing into some kind of crazy alien.
RE: ikranreed
No one making that kind of statement, is genuinely trying to conflate mental illness with misogyny.
Uh, I beg to differ. I’ve been here for a few years, I’m disabled for reasons of mental illness, and… yeeeeah, mental illness gets conflated with all sorts of bad behavior. I had an argument with some troll on the very subject just when I was last here, where he was arguing that the misogynists were just temporarily mentally ill because their lives were soooo hard and that we should therefore be nicer to them.
RE: Karalora
Saudi Arabia? Fem-topia!
Tom Martin argued that!
That’s assuming the men are all like them, of course.
Lipstick Mantis, the suicide thing, not appropriate. Deleted.
Nequam, wait, what other forum is discussing this? I want to go there!
While a prehensile tail would be really useful, surely a human tail would be as bald as most of the rest of us. A bald tail would be pretty gross.
Do you think the Feminist High Commission would be willing to support giving these guys a guaranteed woman-free scrap of land for their dudetopia — and perhaps even throw in a laundry-bot or two to keep things from getting too rank?
ANTARTICA, WOMEN MAY FOLLOW YOU –
We’re already there, apologies, dude.
My organisation sends scientists, observers, and so forth to Antartica where we maintain one of the bases, we have six month and eighteen month rotations. There are constant pleadings for people willing to do eighteen month shifts (that’s two winters and a summer, so it’s hard to convince the seasoned to do it, as you really do suffer quite a lot under those conditions). I’m intending to apply for a six month session once my wee one is a bit older and we can tolerate being apart.
In order to qualify to go, you must pass a mental and a physical exam – the mental one is to examine your responses under stress conditions and how you resolve problems and deal with social conflicts. In other words, to make sure that you are the sort of team player who everyone else can get on with. This guy? Would not pass. Getting there is not a snap of the fingers thing, living there involves having negotiation skills. A holiday can cost $20,000, but you sure don’t stay there for long.
Pro tip: You must be pretty cool headed. As evidenced by an awesome doctor (since passed) who performed her own biopsy without anaesthetic in order to examine a lump that had appeared.
Just wait til he gets to Tau Ceti and finds…..THE GREAT TYRANT a.k.a. THE BLACK QUEEN! WE WOMEN ARE EVERYWHERE!
(Okay, so ‘Barbarella’s’ a guilty pleasure for me, even if said heroine is mostly useless)
Now I want to re-read “Ethan of Athos,” by Lois McMaster Bujold.
RE: steampunked
Wow, that’s a really interesting job! It sounds really difficult, but interesting! (Perversely, it actually sounds like the kind of stress might be something I’d be more capable of handling.)
And yeah, there are plenty of women on Antarctica, last I heard. A trans woman I knew once said that it was not uncommon for other trans women to try and get into Antarctic positions, on account of the Dutch base apparently having estrogen. You go to Antarctica, transition down there where you only have a handful of people to deal with, then you return to society. Have you heard of anything like that, or is that urban legend stuff?
Now I want to re-read “Ethan of Athos,” by Lois McMaster Bujold.
The lead hero is a pacifist who looks after children for a living. Total mangina. Despite coming from a no-girls-allowed utopia…
I haven’t heard the trans stuff in Antarctica, but the place is pretty different, so I wouldn’t be hugely surprised. We get a lot of cool stories coming out of there, as well as tales of how some people crack a bit under the stress (and in one case, decided and tried to walk home to Melbourne).
RE: steampunked
From what little I know, I actually feel like Antarctic stress would be a kind I could deal with better, perversely. At least I wouldn’t be obligated to be in perky customer service mode eight hours every day! Definitely wouldn’t want to pull an eighteen-monther, though, I think my circadian rhythms would flee screaming into the night!
@leftwing fox
I want to read that!
They could live like an enclosed order of monks, but that would mean having to do hard work. Not going to happen.
David: No, you don’t necessarily want to go to the other forum. It’s the remainder of a long-dead atrocity tourism site, and while there can be fun discussion there’s also a lot of smartassery and jerkassery.
The OP seems to not have figured out the inherent problem that’s staring him in the face: If one person can get somewhere, other people can get there too.
Seconded. Everything I needed to know about love, I learned from my kittehs. They are excellent teachers.
I would read the living bejeebers out of that! Please submit it for publication and let us know when it comes out!
You guys are making me want to go to Antarctica. I bet my allergies would clear up amazingly.
You guys are making me want to go to Antarctica.
Look, you really want me to repeat the comments I heard about the problems women have peeing while in bunny suits?
I remember! That’s why I included it. Wasn’t his argument that women there get to be chauffeured everywhere, by men? Completely missing the fact that THAT’S BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE DRIVER’S LICENSES, SHITHEAD.?
RE: Karalora
In Tom Martin Land, sex workers rule the universe. Black is white, up is down, and the more oppressed women are, the more they are in charge of things! He was a special, special man, our Tommy.
If only we could get them to try legosteading.
All this talk of Antarctica reminds me of my fourth-grade teacher. She wasn’t very good at her job, I’m afraid.
When we started studying the continents, she taught us that there are FIVE continents: North America, South America, Europe, Asia and Africa.
Trouble-maker that I am, I raised my hand, and asked about Australia. She said it “didn’t count.” So, I asked, was it part of another continent? If so, which one? Seeing as how it was this HUGE land mass, all off by itself, I was really confused.
She just told me that it didn’t count, and to move on.
So, I moved on. “What about Antarctica?”
“It doesn’t exist. Now shut up!”
She didn’t like me, very much. When we moved away, I was rather glad to have a new teacher, even if she couldn’t read my writing (I wrote in the style of the Dutch, and moved to America, where several of the numbers and letters look different).
Although, I do remember that new teacher annoying me, by saying stridently that “Liberry” is spelled just the way it sounds, and why were all the students misspelling it? She had a fit at us about that awful spelling test, with words like “liberry,” “Worshington,” and “Febyouary.” But mostly she was cool, and she never told me that continents didn’t exist, and to shut up about it.