Thread: This feminism thing has something.

Howarya lads.

Sorry about the title but there were 2 reasons for it:

a) I thought it might grab attention and;

b) Its true! Let me explain. Rampant feminism is getting a lot of conventional media attention lately and is all over social media. This helps us in so far as it clearly displays the complete hypocrisy in everything that women and their blue-pill male followers say and do and therefore gives us something to point out to anyone on the side-lines who is unsure about the truth of what we say. It’s out there for all to see.

Now that I’ve cleared that up (I hope):

I gather I have to pass an entrance exam to get on here so grab a drink and a seat and I’ll try to tell you a bit about myself.


1. Relationship history:

Hell this is difficult. I’ve spent years trying to forget about much of this.

I never married (thank f*ck) and childless. Good for the pocket but more on that later.

Growing up in Northern Ireland we had segregated schooling (separate schools for boys and girls), so by the age of 15 or so I had barely even spoken to a girl. This is both good and bad. Bad because by the time I started interacting I was completely 100% blue-pill. I had no real life experience for comparison except for my home life and T.V., but again more on that later. Good because when I did finally start interacting I was very curious about everything about them and how they seen life and therefore didn’t automatically accept everything they said and did.

My first sexual encounter was in my late teens. She was a happy-out eejit and a few years older than I was. She was also a bit of slag. It was a ONS thing. After a couple of weeks she gets in touch (fair play to her) to tell me she has an infection (sh!t, not so fair play). Turned out to be a thing called N.S.U. (Non-Specific Urethritis). Nothing serious and a short course of medication cleared it up rightly (Phew!). Incredibly embarrassing for a teenager to go to a V.D. clinic (as it was called at the time) but I got past that and always used a condom afterwards. Problem solved, no real biggie. Well they say you never forget your first!!!

So life went on and I dated a few here and there. Usual stuff but not much to tell. Then came the Bitch.

We were in our 20’s. I had a good government job in I.T. and she had a good government job in welfare. (Good for our age and background that is – not well paid but secure). She was separated with 2 young kids (yeah, I know – blue pill & white knight and all that – what can I say). Anyhow, after a while I got typical Beta treatment – doing my best but never good enough. A lot of shit tests followed that I’m sure many of you went through: do this, so I do it; no you’re taking over, so I back off; you’re not doing enough, wtf?; you need to help more with the kids; you can’t discipline the kids – they’re mine not yours etc.. This went on for about 2 years (yes years) while we were waiting for her divorce to come through (divorce is slow here).


2. Awareness:

So then comes my first red pill. Yeah I’d seen the signs, but that was other people and a few hard luck stories does not a rule make. I’m different and I can cope with anything life has to throw at me. Young, arrogant and naïve – a deadly combination.

Unknown to me she got pregnant. I say got pregnant because I don’t know to this day if it was mine, I always wore a condom after all. She told me it was mine, but there were other circumstances that made me eventually suspect otherwise. Hindsight is a great thing.

Anyhow I am what you might describe as pro-life (with provisions – e.g. woman’s life in jeopardy).

The first I knew she was pregnant was when she told me she had had an abortion. I was floored, but the white knight in me kept the relationship going for a few weeks – she needs me to be supportive etc. etc.

Not surprisingly the relationship eventually failed and I walked. God that felt so good, to be free again!!! But that’s where my problems started.

This cvnt had killed my child for no reason and I was powerless to do anything (legally) about it even though abortion was illegal in Ireland. She had gone to Britain for the procedure. I wanted justice, but not only was there none to be found in the legal system, but even my so-called friends didn’t seem to care. So I was left on my own to sort my head out. Bear in mind this was around 1990 – the internet was only beginning and I had next to no resources to draw upon.

Oh, and I almost forgot to mention that when we got together she had a couple of thousand in debts. By the time I left, her debts were cleared and I was about 3 thousand in debt. Still not really sure how that happened precisely???

Anyhow, I got on with life. I didn’t date, concentrated on my job, cleared my debts & bought a house. But without a partner the house felt empty so I started thinking about dating again.

And I suppose that was where my problems started all over again. I didn’t want another lunatic in my life so I started to look more closely at my past relationships and began to see just how gullible I’d been. With lots of time on my hands to think about this and no-one to talk to (my friends? didn’t want to know), I slowly fell into years of depression. Alcoholism / hash smoking followed. I was a mess, lost my job, my house and had no faith left in friendship – friends are meant to be supportive – yeah right!

It was during this time that I began to see women and feminism for what they are. I admit at the time I didn’t realise the half of it, but I knew enough to be very, very careful. Eventually I had enough, got my shit together and moved town, fresh start and all that. It took a lot of courage and wasn’t easy but now things are fine(ish).

I kept an eye on things in the media and started to see what was really happening, but no-one I spoke to about it seemed to notice or care, they even made me doubt myself at times. The women obviously wouldn’t agree with my viewpoints, but I was surprised at the guys even when there weren’t any women around. I suppose maybe they didn’t want to admit to themselves that they were being taken for a ride too. Would you call them devout blue-pillers?

So I stopped talking about it and withdrew somewhat from society and am much happier for it. I have my own (rented) apartment and I still like a smoke and I drink too much but hey, what can you do!


3. Who are you:

Well let’s see now. As I’ve said I’m Irish. I grew up in Northern Ireland during that period we lovingly call “The Troubles”. It was great craic (fun) altogether. (sarc.) If you’re not familiar with the term I suggest googling it, or watch the movie “In the Name of the Father”, the opening scenes to me are fairly realistic to my young everyday life and it is based on a true story.

I live a very simple life. So long as I’ve a roof over my head and food in the cupboard everything else is a bonus.

Dad was generally passive but obviously knew his own mind. He was rarely there due to work. Mum was a bleedin’ lunatic. Not violent but psychologically damaged and abusive, constantly starting arguments and throwing mindf**ks all round her – she’d wreck your head, as we say around here. Because of this I ended up with a fairly estranged family.

I’m in now my mid 50’s and live in Southern Ireland. It seems I’ve been MGTOW without knowing it for at least 15-20 years. I have absolutely no time for romantic relationships. I guess that would make me a ghost, albeit I still have a small social life. I have a handful of people around me (male and female) who I consider good friends (i.e. will help when I have a problem, and vice-versa) and a few mates – people I can have a laugh with but would not depend on in a crisis.

As for activities, well I don’t really have any. I do have interests in all things science – technology, astronomy, theoretical physics (quantum theory, relativity and such). Conspiracy theories always give me a laugh. Also I’m curious about politics, especially American politics (“When America sneezes, the world catches cold”). Trumpian things yes, Christ isn’t he something else, but also politics in general – left vs. right and so on.

I love a good debate with or without banter so long as there is no anger involved. As far as I’m concerned if someone gets overheated they have already lost the debate whether they’re right or not. I also like to play devil’s advocate and love throwing sh!t at people’s pre-conceptions. I suppose I better get used to taking some of my own medicine as I’m still a bit behind the curve here.

T.V. has become a bore to me – too much P.C. / feminism – but there are still a few shows I like even with the P.C. content.

As for music, well tastes change with time, but not much. In my youth I was into heavy rock / metal – Thin Lizzy, Iron Maiden, Whitesnake, Zeppelin, Sabbath, even Twisted Sister. These days I still love Lizzy but have added Clapton, Joe Walsh, Aerosmith, Eric Gales among others. And while I hate to admit it I also occasionally enjoy a little classical music – Mozart, Brahms, Chopin etc.

How did I hear about this site?

First of all I should say I have no online presence, this will be my first foray into social media. I have read no literature and seen no video on this subject. I only heard about this phenomenon (MGTOW) a couple of weeks ago while browsing youtube videos. Sometimes I like to read the comments after a video because, well, there are some funny f’ers out there. Well I was reading some of these and suddenly things got way off topic and I started to see things being said that I had believed for a long time but no-one I interact with seemed to understand. One of the posters mentioned MGTOW, so I googled it and began to see there were others out there who felt like I did. I was intrigued and after some searching came upon this site.

I’ve been lurking here ever since reading intro’s and posts. I don’t know how active I’ll be but I thought it only fair to tell you my story as I’ve read so many of yours. As I’m very new to the realm of MGTOW and I’m not used to social media, please be patient with me as I’m still not sure about all the acronyms and terminology.

So there you have it. If you have any questions I’ll be happy to answer them so long as it doesn’t reveal my identity.

I’m sure any of my associates, past and present, reading this might recognise me but that’s not very likely. And even if they do, what do I care? – I’m Going My Own Way!!!

Slainte agus slan. (Cheers & goodbye – for now)

All good. Welcome to the forum.

I like feminism, it gets me out of allot of responsibility, that in a different time wouldn't be possible, in fact, all responsibility goes out the window then set on fire! It really cuts down on allot of necessary stress!

Welcome to the irresponsible, where fuck that shit is King!

Good to read your intro, JoeS. I'm in the US (left coast) and I'm amazed at how we men around the world can share so many similarities in our stories.

This isn't a 'quiz question' but more for my curiosity - I take it your parents are still alive? My father passed nearly 10 years ago, due to adult-onset diabetes and resulting heart disease. He was also dealing with a very nagging / hyper-religious woman who got less reasonable as he got older and us kids weren't around to buffer their relationship through bad times. I honestly feel he was depressed and that was partly why he didn't want to be around any more - within 3 years of retiring from a long career he was gone. Seeing him and other men I knew get destroyed emotionally (harder to recover from than financially, sometimes) kept me from ever getting married as I just couldn't be sure about a woman even though in my earlier 20s I was engaged and wanted that fantasy 'perfect marriage.'

By the way, no shame in liking classical music! It's good for your heart and brain, long-term recall, and longer pieces tell a story that you can't in 5 minutes. I would recommend, on a night when you really want to experience the most inspired work man has ever received from the Divine, take in this performance of Beethoven's 9th Symphony. I believe the soloists are the best I've ever heard, Karajan is a master at his craft - all and more makes this offering truly magical:

Then in the latter part of the 4th movement, read the translation of the 'Ode to Joy' (4th movement) - and if you feel it, sing in the best German you can (I do!):

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sympho...en)#IV._Finale

In moments when I need to feel brightness in my soul, I often reconnect with this piece and feel very richly blessed to be alive, to be a man, and to have some measure of creativity and fortitude to endure and persist and find joy. We are all brothers, friends - O Freunde!

I also enjoy discussions on politics, philosophy, science (have you looked at 'old universe' theory of relativity? fascinating stuff!), etc. Trump is a force of nature and the connection with his uncle and Tesla is very fascinating. Much more going on than meets the eye...

Welcome aboard!

Soooo, will ya be doing Lisdoonvarna this year then?

Personally, I think we should all go.

Welcome Jackoff. Nice nickname. I don't know how many times I've been called that by blue pilled simps whose women have failed to manipulate me. Feminism can't stand up to scrutiny. And when it tries to women like Betina Arndt start asking questions and providing their own answers. Sins against the hive! Then they cry in their box o wine and are too hung over for the next (yet another) Women's March...where's the bathroom?
Feminism can have all the media coverage it can stand.

Mr Wombat

Thanks for the welcome.

mgtower

"Welcome to the irresponsible, where fuck that shit is King!"

I love it.

Cont_Excess_rol

No, my parents have been passed for sometime now. Mum passed quietly in her sleep about 12 years ago. Dad passed about 5 years later due to complications from COPD. My only sister passed just last year due to multiple intestinal infections. I also have 3 brothers still alive but don't see that much of them.
I don't have much in the way of knowledge when it comes to classical music, I just like the peacefulness of it and can get quite carried away on a dark rainy evening. I'll make a point of listening to your suggestion, but I kind of have to be in the right mood to appreciate it. Thanks.

AdTheBad

I think I might give Lisdoonvarna a miss. Must say I've never even been remotely tempted to attend a matchmaking festival. Always hated it when friends tried to set me up and now, well I've had enough of them. Maybe next lifetime! God wouldn't it be fun if we all turned up though - the whole town would freak lol.

Joetech

Don't know who Betina Arndt is but I'll be sure to look it up. As I said in my intro I'm very new to the whole online thing, just never seen any point to social media until recently. I assume she's quite the drama queen?

Sorry I haven't quite figured out how to navigate the interface yet, but I'll work on it.

Again many thanks for the welcome guys.

O.K. Just googled Bettina Arndt and my assumption seems to have been way wrong. I think I may actually have heard something about this on the media but didn't recognise the name. It seems to me that anyone who wants to speak in any sort of a common sense way has to be gagged. And if it's one of their own (female, gay, minority, etc.) the retaliation is swift and vicious, even more so than for us guys. They just can't stand the thought of one escaping, eh?
I'll try to keep an eye out for her in the future.

Edit:
I should of course have said "if it's someone they perceive to be one of their own..."
I wouldn't wish to unduly assign a label to anyone.

And if it's one of their own (female, gay, minority, etc.) the retaliation is swift and vicious, even more so than for us guys.

You are correct. Share one thought that makes them question your lockstep with theirs and you're out of the club.

Nice name....LOL...

Maybe I should have included this in my intro, but after reading some of the other intro’s I gathered that information on specific relationships was more important than internal reasoning or philosophising, and so I put this post here.

Before I go any further I would like to say that while this story may help some who are feeling the way I did, and I hope it will – there can be a happy ending, I absolutely do not recommend following my example. I was alone and my journey was long and extremely painful. You on the other hand, whether a member or a lurker have other options and I suggest you take advantage of the stories and support being given on this site as best you can.

As stated in my intro I had a long term relationship that ended primarily because my 'partner' had an abortion without my knowledge and only told me about it afterwards. I also stated that this was devastating to me as I am anti-abortion excepting very few circumstances. What I didn’t go into was just how deeply this affected me and why.

All this happened at the onset of the internet when there weren’t sites like this, at least not to my knowledge, where guys could avail of the experience and insights of others. As I attempted to understand what had happened and why, I would try to talk to friends about it. It didn’t take long to realise that they didn’t want to know about the questions I was now asking myself, and as for my family, there was no-one I could talk to. In short, I was on my own.

So, with strong emotions driving me I tried to figure out what had happened for myself. I’m not sure how long it took (months, years) but at some stage I realised that most of my confusion lay in the fact that no-one had convinced me that women could be so cold and uncaring even whilst still in an active sexual relationship.

Now that is not to say I blame anyone in particular (except her). A few people did try to warn me about her but my views had been warped by television where you could easily spot the ‘bad’ people. I was so convinced that this was the way the world worked that I didn’t even stop to question that belief. Added to that I thought I was sharp – no-one was going to pull the wool over my eyes. How gullible I was!

Anyhow, this one revelation threw me completely. I began to question everything I had been led to believe and slowly, painfully, I began to believe that I had been fed nothing but lies my entire life. Everything from the Tooth-Fairy and Santa to religion to education to relationships to what it means to be a man – it was all lies. While I now understand this isn’t exactly true it was how I felt at the time and I really resented it.

It was during this time I fell into a very severe depression. Don’t get me wrong I was never suicidal nor did I even think about self-harming in any way. I just didn’t care. About ANYTHING. Nothing made sense any more and even humour seemed alien to me. I spent most of my waking hours going over and over my entire life looking for answers.

As for her, I began to hate not only her but also society in general. To me this woman had murdered my child and I had no way of legally getting back at her. Even though abortion was illegal in Northern Ireland she had gone to England for the procedure and the State said this was O.K. I started going round and round in circles wanting to take matters into my own hands but at the same time not wanting to become the thing I hated. I hasten to add I never did take any sort of revenge, but this inability to make such an important decision spread like a cancer until I couldn’t make even the smallest of decisions.

I also became agoraphobic. I didn’t have a problem with being outside exactly, but I had to spend hours just trying to get past my own front door.

I won’t go into the depression any further except to say that it was very painful and lasted for many years, and to tell how I managed to move on.

I eventually went to see my doctor who put me on Prozac. It didn’t help so she switched me to Seroxat and this at least had some effect. (I no longer need nor take it)

Some months later I woke up one morning and realised I was in a good mood. At this stage in my life this was extremely rare. But I’d gotten into the habit of questioning everything about myself and so I asked myself, what’s so different about today when I was so down yesterday? A single moment of clarity!

I spent some time happily pondering this question and when I finally realised the answer I found it hard to accept. The simple truth of it is that absolutely nothing had changed in my life in the last 24 hours. But yesterday I was sad and today I was happy? The only thing that had changed was my outlook and this at long last gave me a tool.

I began to fight off the impulse to question absolutely everything and began asking the questions that mattered. What women and society are really like was a big part of it, but also more basic stuff like:

Does eating better improve my mental state – YES.
Do I feel better after having a productive day – YES.
Does a good night’s sleep improve my demeanour – YES.
When I dwell on my past does that help me in any way – NO – I’ve thought about it for years now and learned pretty much all I can, time to move on.

So after this insightful day (for me anyhow), whenever I found myself falling back into depression I would get angry at myself, and I mean angry. I wasn’t going to spend the rest of my life feeling like shit, after all I had done nothing wrong. I deserved better. I cajoled myself into doing the simple things like cleaning, shopping etc. It took a long time and wasn’t easy but things slowly began to improve.

Somewhere around 2 years after this initial revelation I realised moving on for me really meant moving on. I sold my house, said my goodbyes, packed a sports bag with a change of clothes or two, and jumped on a train. I visited a few places before finally deciding to settle where I am now and some 20 years later believe I couldn’t have made a better choice.

Although I came from a technical background I believed that that career path wasn’t going to help me with my new life, at least not in the short term, so I got a job as a local barman. A strange change of tack I know but somehow I knew it was what I needed. For an agoraphobic this was a big deal to me. To say I was scared shitless would be something of an understatement, I believe I was actually shaking on my first shift, but it put me in a position to be part of many different conversations and hear many differing points of view. It also allowed me to insert myself into a community where I knew absolutely no-one. I now regard many of my old regulars as friends, even though I’ll always be the blow-in. (Blow-in – the wind blew him in, he’s not a local – I kinda like that.)

It took a lot of time and effort, but today I’m generally a happy guy. Almost all the rage has gone and I see humour nearly everywhere I look. Yes I still have times when I get down or angry at the world, I guess that’s just part of who I am now, but I have a roof over my head and food in the cupboard and everything else is just a bonus. As for the depression and agoraphobia, well they’re things of the past at least for the most part.

So why am I still ghosting? Well, I cannot tolerate the bullshit I see all round me for very long. I participate as much as I can stand and tend to see blue-piller views as funny for the most part, but after a while their continuous refusal to accept what is happening all around them leaves me, well, somewhat deflated. So I retreat, recover, and go at them again. I know it’s probably a losing battle but I’ll keep going, I’ll never give up the fight. And yes I do see the irony in going from not getting humour at all to seeing almost everything as funny – go figure!

I still have much to learn and don’t for a second believe I have all the answers, but many of the guys out there are hurting and living in total denial and if I can shed a little light or point them in the right direction, then I feel I have done something to help. At least that is what I hope.

I know I’ve glossed over a few things here but I think the post is more than long enough as it is.

Well said Jackoff.

I can see many similarities to my own story in yours. My depression took years to get over and has left a residual anxiety problem to this day - but at least it's manageable these days. It's an old chiche, but time really is a great healer. Maybe the only healer in some instances.

I'm not sure that I could have ever bought into the MGTOW mentality from a standing start. In my own case, I absolutely needed to go through all the trouble and upset of relationships to fully understand that they aren't worth it. It was only by reading the testimonies of others following my own experience that I finally understood. I wasn't any different from anybody else. Nor was I unlucky.

I just didn't know the rules. I never asked and nobody thought to tell me.

It's good that you are finally out of the other side. Maybe with a permanent bruise or two to show for it - but out nonetheless. Some unfortunate souls didn't make it at all.

Best of luck to you.

Originally Posted by Don Keyknob

I'm not sure that I could have ever bought into the MGTOW mentality from a standing start. In my own case, I absolutely needed to go through all the trouble and upset of relationships to fully understand that they aren't worth it.

I totally agree with this sentiment. If I hadn't went through my own shit I don't think I could really understand what many of the posters here are talking about. This is why I totally get the notion of an intro.

I tend to think of it in terms of formal education versus practical experience. You can study till your heart's content, but until you actually go out into the world and put what you've learned in the classroom into practice you cannot truly understand the subject.

That's really good. You should copypasta that into your intro as an example.

Originally Posted by Jackoff

Maybe I should have included this in my intro, but after reading some of the other intro’s I gathered that information on specific relationships was more important than internal reasoning or philosophising, and so I put this post here.





So, with strong emotions driving me I tried to figure out what had happened for myself. I’m not sure how long it took (months, years) but at some stage I realised that most of my confusion lay in the fact that no-one had convinced me that women could be so cold and uncaring even whilst still in an active sexual relationship.

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I am still in the learning stage too, but I want to say something very important about this paragraph. Its about how unbelievably cold and calculating women can be. Even during an active seemingly loving time. I will explain my experience. My Ex decided to divorce me while away at a trip. And I got an unusual text from her, so unusual it might have been pre coached by an attorney

She texted "I Love You Very Much"

I never got the 'very much' part before. I got the I love you's , but NEVER with the very much. I had ZERO defenses up when she returned and drained the bank accounts and filed. Its like Star Trek when Khan caught Kirk with his shields down.

Message to lurkers, if your wife does something unusual, something is going down

Wow, just wow. Jackoff, thank you for your honesty and candor. What a thoughtful piece of self-reflection you have written. I'm going to re-read it later, it is so genuine.

How about if we leave this thread here in the Lounge for a while, then after a number of days I can merge it into your original Intro thread so that it won't disappear into the site as time goes by?

Please let me comment on this portion, which really meant something to me:

The simple truth of it is that absolutely nothing had changed in my life in the last 24 hours. But yesterday I was sad and today I was happy? The only thing that had changed was my outlook and this at long last gave me a tool.

Many years ago, I was deeply depressed about something. During this time, I looked out the window at work at what was a beautiful blue sky, but I could not see that, as I was overwhelmed with my negative thoughts. The very next day, at work, inexplicably I saw my problem in a much better way and felt good and free of the pain and, as I again looked out the window, I told myself what a nice beautiful blue sky. That's when I realized that it was the same beautiful sky as the day before. I could have grabbed the beauty of life the day before so why didn't I? It was there for me but I snubbed it. Whether I was up or down, it was the same beautiful sky both days. Since then, anytime I get down, I always look at the sky and remember that day years ago when I could not appreciate it, knowing that the same sun is still shining and that, hey man, it's gonna be fine.

Originally Posted by Unboxxed

How about if we leave this thread here in the Lounge for a while, then after a number of days I can merge it into your original Intro thread so that it won't disappear into the site as time goes by?

Sounds good.

Couldn't a been much fun digging that up jackoff, good for you.

Thirty some years ago there was only one woman in the entire world that could make me happy, and she belonged to someone else. What an idiot. Like you I wasn't suicidal, but for a few years I didn't care. A guy with a big red motorcycle and no fear of death is not a good thing. Bet there's still a few people remember me. Took a long time to dig out of that hole, and I never did realize when I finally turned the corner. Finally it didn't matter no more. Did it all to myself too. The widow batshit played her part all right, but it can't all be laid on her.

Originally Posted by frog

Couldn't a been much fun digging that up jackoff

No it certainly wasn't after years of putting it all behind me, but I thought it important for a few reasons.

Partly it was to show others, especially lurkers who are reticent about telling their story to the world in an intro, that there is nothing to fear here. We are who we are and, as most if not all of the people here have had their own problems we aren't going to judge you on your past mistakes. Show me someone who hasn't made any mistakes in life!

I also feel it's important to show that your comments are coming from experience and not only from understanding the viewpoints of others. I believe life experience adds a certain credibility to one's viewpoints that makes it easier for others to accept.

And lastly, again to those out there who are wondering whether or not to join us, there is a certain therapeutic value to telling your story, no matter how difficult it is.

Originally Posted by Unboxxed

How about if we leave this thread here in the Lounge for a while, then after a number of days I can merge it into your original Intro thread so that it won't disappear into the site as time goes by?

Originally Posted by Jackoff

Sounds good.

Merged.