By David Futrelle
Found in the Men Going Their Own Way subreddit:
Golly, I wonder what these guys would be saying if they actually did hate women?
By David Futrelle
Found in the Men Going Their Own Way subreddit:
Golly, I wonder what these guys would be saying if they actually did hate women?
Say what you mean, fam…
Don’t they already do that
@Episode
Well, yeah, but they want there not to be consequences for it.
@ WWTH
“He’s right. I keep wanting something from MGTOW. I want them to actually go their own way. I guess I’m just a selfish female like that.”
They can’t go their own way. That’s what bothers them so much.
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“They’re going to want something…”
Yeah, and it’s not your dick, bubba. Go fix me a carburetor.
Hi Boris, being a man myself, this had me curious. I knew about not bwing enntitled, but not wanting anything? And how you formulatef it, might suggest that how volitive we are varies with gender more than individually or, according to essentialists, only with what’s between our legs, because we can see how mgtow or radical mras act totallynot entitled, not wanting or expecting anything.
What Miggies and their ilk want is zero consequences for the way they want to treat The Dreaded Feeeemale. They essentially want women to be second class citizens, who cannot complain when The Righteous (Cishet White Christian) Man does what he likes with them.
And anything less than that is simultaneously A Conspiracy To Keep Us Down and A Plot To Destroy Us, The Superiors.
If men don’t want anything, why have I made all these sammiches?
Wait, my girlfriend likes sammiches also. Problem solved!
Maybe he’s still mad that his Mom made him do chores!
@ingmar – pretty sure Boris was being a little ironic there. Of course men want things – because they’re human. And even the most self-sacrificing human has wants (and needs!).
Dang it – I still haven’t made my new boyfriend a sammich. Closest I’ve gotten is being in the room while he prepped materials for sandwiches and then we each made our own when we got to the picnic spot. To be fair, I was making breakfast while he was doing that, but I still have to wonder if I’m somehow girlfriending wrong. 🙂