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It was my girlfriend’s fault. Not content with the tight drainpipe trousers and Day-Glo tops she’d insisted I start wearing, the nightly chats about my apparently ‘pent-up’ feelings, and the staring at me after a forced viewing of yet another romantic comedy, waiting for me to cry, she then decided I should wear mascara – to the pub.
It was the Nineties, the nation was idolising pretty-boy David Beckham, and men in their 20s and 30s had been indoctrinated with the idea that what women really wanted were metrosexual pushovers. So, yes, I succumbed to her soothing suggestion that a little eye make-up would be ‘cool’.But 15 minutes later, having bumped into an incredulous, sarcastic colleague in the boozer, I was back home angrily washing my face clean. That night I binned my Clinique moisturiser, GQ magazines and volumising hairspray – and then I dumped the girlfriend, too. I suddenly realised that metrosexuality was a game I shouldn’t be in; why on earth, I wondered, were men trying to imitate women?
Evolution of the metrosexual
The truth is that 30 years of feminism have emancipated women, but emasculated men. While girls gained their freedom to act as they wanted, to sleep with whom they wanted and to succeed in any career they chose to pursue, boys were gradually formed by social pressures into what women – confused and giddy with their new-found freedom – thought they wanted their men to be.
Growing up in the Eighties, I was brainwashed by TV programmes, the media and women I met and dated into rejecting all the things that are good about being a man. We were told to hide our strength and decisiveness, to overcome our lack of overt emotions, and reject our simple enjoyment of having time alone to potter.
We started doubting the things that we felt were sacrosanct to being a man, and instead it was good and even desirable for us to build new lives around ourselves by buying toiletries, being interested in clothes and worrying about what other people thought of us.
While women were encouraged to embrace their gender’s newfound strengths in education and in the workplace, we were made to feel guilty for being ‘blokey’ – something which has now become a pejorative term, like some kind of unpleasant illness.
When Princess Diana died, if you weren’t standing in the street sobbing you were a hard-nosed brute and there was something wrong with you.
The situation worsened when gay men started coming out of the closet and people like George Michael, Elton John and Graham Norton became the biggest stars of the day, revered for their lifestyles – which women felt they could empathise with.
In the meantime, straight guys – forever told by women that ‘all the nice men are gay’ – lost their identity. When every woman suddenly wanted a Gay Best Friend – and they, too, were feted in films like My Best Friend’s Wedding – how were we meant to react?
Metrosexual man was hailed a hero – and I fell for it hook, line and sinker. I felt I should be a multi-faceted person – and if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t measure up. So I pretended to cry at sad movies and spent hours dissecting feelings which didn’t exist.
I splashed out on facials, bought tight-fitting suits and swopped my barber for a flash hairdresser. When one girlfriend demanded, ‘Why can’t you look more like a gay man?’ I let her take me shopping for bright colours and tight tops. I was applauded by women – but was I happy? Was I hell.
The change blokes have undergone in the past 20 years, almost by a sort of ‘social osmosis’, makes them feel half-man, half-woman. We have lost our blokey language – which I suppose you could say went out with Monty Python and the Two Ronnies, our pubs, our silly souped-up cars – and worst of all our confidence.
We have been turned into asexual creatures barely worthy of the name – strange, uncomfortable beings whose self-esteem has been eroded, whose needs had been ignored and desires suppressed.
That’s why I decided to fight back. A lot of men felt enough was enough when David Beckham pushed metrosexual man a wax too far as he donned his sarong in 1998 – it doesn’t get worse than being expected to wear a skirt.
Now, finally, those decades of downtrodden brainwashing are being overturned – it’s time to hail the rise of retrosexual man.
As a retrosexual man I feel at ease with myself. I wear jeans with T- shirts from Asda – beyond knowing they’re not stained and that my flies are done up, I don’t care what I look like. I don’t cry in public and I don’t want to – at funerals two throaty coughs are adequate.
I stand up in the pub, where I drink lager, always in pints. I only visit restaurants that let you take away in a box or bucket. I never shave any body part below the neck. I am a real man. My heroes are Jeremy Clarkson, Ray Winstone and Freddie Flintoff.
Even John Prescott’s an admirable character in a funny sort of way – he seduced his secretary, punched someone who confronted him and doesn’t care that he can’t string a sentence together.
My all-time retrosexual icon is Glasgow Airport baggage handler John Smeaton, because when it was subjected to a firebombing attack he just got stuck in and sorted it out.
Intriguingly, it’s not just men who relish the rise of retrosexual man. Women have discovered they don’t want their husbands as friends – hard as we try, we can’t gossip and don’t have views on the Habitat catalogue. Plus women don’t want a man competing for the mirror, they want the bathroom cabinet for themselves.
In fact, what women really crave, though they hardly dare admit it to themselves, is retrosexual man – a far more attractive alternative.
It’s genetic for a start; men and woman are biologically different and that’s what makes them fit together. Moreover, women’s personalities are actually complemented by men’s more steady emotions because women are riddled with anxieties and phobias.
Women find it refreshing that while they can only make choices after chatting with their best friend for 40 minutes and reading their horoscopes, men make snap decisions.
They even like that retrosexual man isn’t around much – instead of bothering them, he’s happily holed up in the pub or in his shed down the garden leading a simple life.
And most of all we don’t infringe on their emotional time; while they’re in tears we can support them, because our moods only vary from ‘alright’ to ‘fine’.
Of course women like flowers when we’ve forgotten their birthday, and for us to comb our hair once a week – but what they don’t want is a pretend woman sharing their life.
Though they’ve been told the opposite for 20 years, they actually need a proper man who stands by them, brings home the bacon, puts up the shelves and is nice to their mum.
At the heart of it, a real man performs every function a woman really wants. Modern women yearn for a man who answers back, a man whose lifestyle screams drama and risk. In this post-feminist age they may have limitless ambitions and opportunities, but they are still naturally drawn to the undiluted male.
I have tangible proof of this. My current girlfriend and I have been together for seven years and we have a five-year-old daughter. We met when I was transforming myself into retrosexual man and not trying to be anything but myself. From day one, she knew what I was truly like – as a metrosexual man I’d had little success with women.
It’s healthier for men to be like this because us retrosexuals are true to ourselves; we can lead a more fulfilled life being a real man instead of imitating women. In the future as more men and women realise the truth, the prominence of retrosexual man will see a realignment of relationships on a more even keel.
The family unit will become happier and stronger as we play our natural roles. There will be a return to the stable marriages of the Fifties and Sixties as the man feels free to do things he wants to do and to be himself. For me, this change can’t come fast enough.
Marriage is the process of finding out what kind of man your wife would have preferred.
The time to return to the “old days” is long overdue.
Society asks MGTOWs: Why are you not making more tax-slaves?
Anonymous3Nope, it ain’t time for men to do anything at all.
It’s time, for once in the history of mankind, for women to step up and put an end to all things gynocentric. Not talk about it, not post some silly stupid photos about being an anti feminist, not doing retarded blogs on youtube, not posting as some NAWALT to snare a guy, but as a whole, do some real f~~~ing thing about it.
Is it time to return to when ‘men were men’?
When someone says this, it is usually followed with, “Go to work all the time. Do not question your wife. And give all the money you earn to your wife.”
The “men were men” term is an insult to men, just as the “barefoot and pregnant” term is an insult to women.
Anonymous42I’m not returning to Jack S~~~, I’m blazing a new trail where men can go where they want and do whatever the f~~~ they want!
Feminism was the last and final pothole in a long long road riddled with potholes!
I took the MGTOW right-turn-Clyde!
This is the smoothest road I’ve ever been on! Let whomever wants to destroy their chassis and pop their tires drive on all the potholes, I’m never going back!
I’M CRUISING MGHOW SMOOTH!!!Always remember that traditionalism equals slavery for men to women. We had to take care of the sorry c~~~ and the kids all on the back of men’s labor.There is no way in hell I would want to go back,im just tired of being pulled back so a women can cross the finish line the same time as me all in the name of equality. I dont want to be forced to pay for single mothers through taxation,let them pull their own weight. I would rather give my tax dollars to a animal shelter then to help welfare queens.I just want to be left the f~~~ alone that’s what “men were men” means to me.
Never lose sight of what brought you here.
Anonymous12Where men are men and sheep are nervous…. sorry, old Aussie joke about New Zealanders.
“Be a man” is the biggest trap they try and get you to fall into. It means being a slave to everyone and everything else, especially females. It means turning your feelings off and not caring when you want to break down and kill yourself because there is a job to be done and people are relying on you!
Being a man means going over the top in a trench and being shot to pieces by machine gun fire because it is better to die like a man than to live like a coward.
They can have it.
I am a man, and that’s enough for me. Don’t care about the rest. Don’t care that women find my shaggy beard ugly. Don’t care that I don’t wear “hip and cool” clothes to impress others. Don’t care that I don’t fit in with the mainstream.
Must I go on? You get the meaning.
"One of the best things internet exposed is just how insane women are." - Freeman_K
“Be a Man” coming from you buddies carries a lot of weight. “Be a Man” coming from women means nothing!!!
Your buddies are trying to build You up. Women are trying to tear you down. Ignore what women say, watch their behavior.I’ve spoken about this in the philosophy section before.
Traditional masculinity did not reflect real male psychology. There are sex differences, but we should find these differences through science rather than relying on traditions. We also need to remember that masculinity needs to change because technology has changed.
Science has proven that men are better at imagining 3D space … and yet this ability is almost never associated with machismo.
That being said, we still should seek out women with feminine cuteness.
MGTOW: because you can (and should) say anything about a woman as long as she isn't within earshot
Always remember that traditionalism equals slavery for men to women.
Yeah exactly. The problem with this question is that it implies the old traditional roles fulfilled male human freedom. It did the reverse. But if you take the ball and chain thinking out of the equation, then you have to go even farther back to where women were not allowed to vote. It will not be allowed to happen.
There are only three solutions to western societies problems.
1) Put the onus on women to prove they have the right to vote. Take it away otherwise. This would mean women have to change, not just resort to protest to validate their getting equality. It would mean women can earn the right to vote, but only after proving they are not the current crop of femzi wind bags that have no concept of world politics. Since women tend to reject things like world affairs, history, engineering, and macro-economics, etc, then allow women to only vote in Municipal level elections, not State/Province/Federal.
2) Keep women from voting – period. Give them equal rights, but not equal voice.
3) Go to a system where only certain people within a society, say those with a higher education over over the age of 40 are allowed to vote. In theory the wisdom would be more engrained at that level than with the freedoms we take for granted now.
As I have said before, most of the current crop of women don’t know how to be a human being, and need a old school man to show them how. I don’t mean under some repressive yoke or ideology that is man centric, but an old school man who still values things like moderate thought, justice, fairness, invention, accomplishment, and even independence. It means women would have a better appreciation of being a man if they have to walk in those shoes.
The femzi’s will never agree with that, and until the media stops trumpeting the nonsense that is spewed out of the mouths of femzi hags, then nothing society wide will improve for men. Women will still labour under the illusion that they are superior and better, and society will sink deeper into some childish utopian mess. It comes down to individual women having to realize self-analytical thought or to have that epihany necessary to evolve into a mature woman. There is only true way to value men for what they really are, and that is by walking the same line. Men should do the same in reverse, to get a better handle on the broken logic that women cling too.
Sure there are a few things that old society had wrong. I do not miss stupid ideas around smoking, racism, macho whining, or ideals of kids and women being chattel. But those ideas thrive in the third world, and have no place in a modern evolved society.
The fact that a man can be everything a woman see’s as virtuous just bugs the feminists. Most of us can adapt to being better human beings and learn from our mistakes several times in a single day. But women lack that humility that is learned from old school thinking, so the current batch are very likely to change.
I am glad to see some more sensible thoughts and words come from the younger girls these days. But it seems to be a case of extremes. The young ones are either very practical, or completely deluded about male place at the helm of social stability. I soon as I hear one talking about “women can do everything better” then I know I am dealing with an idiot. Sadly the idiots do not want to change their views. Like sheep, their life is dedicated to the herd.
So really we do not need to return to any past, but live the new one where men are still the gatekeepers, and women are simply acknowledged for the total logical failures that they are. Time for women to be be women, and not deluded hens that we have come to hate and reject.
"Women have become so full of hatred that they are blind to reason and humanity. That which they practice will be the end of humanity, long before any war that men may fight.." "Women are predators by nature. Why else do you think they are so quick to gang up and go after a man they hate for showing any sign of weakness?"
The time to return to the “old days” is long overdue.
Does it have to be our own ‘old days’, or can we pick the ‘old days’ we want to return to?
‘cuz for some of us the ‘old days’ kinda sucked. Also I wanna be a viking.
Men have always been men.
The only thing that changes is how we, as individuals get programmed to “fit” within various collectives.
Only I have the right and ability to define myself as an individual man. As part of the “collective” of man, only men can define men.
I may not agree with certain aspects, so I can reject that which i do not agree with.I don’t define women, I can only accept or reject them on either an individual or collective level.
There was a time in my life when I gave a fuck. Now you have to pay ME for it
Return to when men were men. I’m supposed to take advice from a guy that wore eye liner because a woman told him it would be cool and who later had a kid with his girlfriend.
Screw his opinion, I was a man the whole time he was playing fetch and feminizing himself for approval from women.
If you have to name it: metro, retro, or anything else then it isn’t something you are it’s something you’re doing. I am tired of beggars telling me how to live.
I failed to realize in my youth that I was the prize. I was going to work. I was going to earn. Little did I realize that due to feminism, that no longer meant I had to share. Road soon, Desert after.
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