For this “privilege” of limited access to her orifice,  I must endure maintaining her car, protecting her from thugs she instigates drama with, her annoying (or sick) family, endless nagging, loss of most freedoms, etc.  When not blinded by withdrawal symptoms of breaking this habit, it all becomes so clear.

I’m proud of the fact I’ve never been married, and have no children.  I’m one of the very lucky ones.  Although I have been incarcerated, physically abused, lied to, cheated on, etcetera from associating with these vile, disgusting parasites

I have never bought a girl a drink or paid for a date.  I adopted the “gangsta” way of financing these rendezvous from the start.  Equality means you pay, woman.  Never had a problem with that, and for some reason it’s never been thrown in my face either.  I may have even GAINED respect from them for not paying their way, demonstrating that I won’t be a chump. Especially more, as I grow older, the women become less and less desirable.  Worn out and with kids, alcoholic pill junkies, accustomed to their on-call army of male-abusing whiteknights on speed dial (911/police) to fight her battles, overweight, lazy, unhealthy, wrinkly, bunions,  high-maintenance, drama, etc.

But sometimes it gets depressing, thinking about how my genes weren’t meant to survive and reproduce.  My DNA structures have given up on evolving, leading to feelings of a lack of purpose.  I might feel better about myself if I were juggling and laying multiple women, but the efforts and risks involved have brought me to the place where I won’t even talk to them.  I think it’s realistic to say I’ll never bed another woman again.

Hi and welcome to MGTOW. At first, your avatar looked like a chick we don’t want here, so thanks for making an intro and clarifying – and for not sugar coating it.

alcoholic pill junkies

I have noticed this too. Much later than some of my other brothers who gave me s~~~ for being so naive. I was totally unaware of how many pills the modern female pollutes herself with until I opened a medicine cabinet – while looking for some dental floss – and it looked like a full on pharmacy. It’s a good idea to check it first.

I hold the same fundamentals (re: kids) although i wanted one or three of my own when I was younger, I decided it’s not a good idea in a world were Justin Bieber and Miley Cyrus are famous “singers”, Kim Kardashian is covered as royalty, and Honey BooBoo’s Mom is highly-rated show. What the f~~~ values are you going to teach them anyway? There is no formula for success. True skill and talent are not rewarded. Efforts are unacknowledged. Honor and loyalty are gone. NBA stars collect $XX millions for taking a ball from here to there…… and men like Mozart died broke.

I joined this forum after watching Modern Family, the television show.  It made me laugh a lot, but I couldn’t get over its blatant portrayal of violently physically abusing men for disagreeing with them, or saying something smart.  I must have counted over twenty slaps, punches, hits from the female characters against the males ones.  Every time I imagined if it were the other way around, the show would be cancelled.  But the common sight of seeing the man taking this abuse is socially accepted as normal today.  It makes me sick and then people argue how men can take it, and that the woman didn’t hit him hard, so it’s okay.  If the roles were reversed, the male would IMMEDIATELY be arrested for Domestic Violence, labelled as a degenerate abusive violent POS, lose his home, finances, etc.

Works for me.

My problem is that I can’t stop thinking about pursuing women. I’m doing my best to stay busy with other things, but it’s weighs heavily on my mind. I KNOW it’s a trap though. It’s like any junkie reminiscing about dark times.

It helps to remind yourself you’ve been socialized to think that way. Women will even perpetuate it themselves. i.e “you probably can’t get a girlfriend” and “you probably haven’t met the right woman yet / are looking in the wrong places” …. and other lies. As if not having a girlfriend should make you inadequate in your OWN eyes and “having a girlfriend” is some kind of accomplishment you should aspire to. Hear it enough and you might even believe it. They are COUNTING on this.

But getting a woman to go away is more costly and difficult than getting her INTO your life.
Men don’t need to pay women to move in. They need to pay women to GET OUT.

Realizing that makes any weight on your shoulders about this vanish immediately.
You’ll feel 20 pounds lighter with a simple flick of a mental switch.

With what shashim72 said, that leaves absolutely no one that meets my standards.  No women have anything going for them in that case.

“A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man’s best friend” (Snoop Dog).

Men are supposed to be their punching bags.  Almost all sitcoms on tv show men getting hit in the arm, or slapped or pushed by women so often, once you begin noticing it.  I’ve been punched in the arm countless time, just for saying something funny that made the girl laugh.  “Please don’t hit me.” I said.  Then she ask me if I’m being serious, then tell me to be a man, and that she’s not hurting me.  She’s just a product of this anti-male society, and even I was brainwashed for the longest time.  I’ve been a punching bag for women most of my life, just like most men, until they wake up.

There is so much violence against men by females it makes me sick.  Not only do they withhold sex to manipulate a man, they share that sex with strangers and your friends behind your back, so it’s not even sacred anymore, and becomes worthless and disgusting.  You thought it was special, but it turned out you’ve been lied to for years, and that it was never special or exclusive to you.

This is why I came here.  I guess to be constantly reminded the tactics to avoid this man-eating trap (the vag).  The hot ones are used to being catered to, on a pedestal, and have hoards of dudes at their beck and call.  The uglier ones aren’t worth anything because they’re ugly or fat.  There are no good girls, and by that I think I’d need a virgin that let me keep her locked away from society and just stay home and serve me . . .  and I still wouldn’t trust her.  So, at this point, those days flirting with disaster are over for me.