Hi, my name is Ben, and I’m a MGHOW.
Since before knowing anything about the movement, some things about feminism and the way men had come to be treated just didn’t sit right with me. About 10 years ago when I was in my early 20’s, I wondered aloud (and in the presence of women) why it is that if both a man and woman are drunk and have sex, the man can be locked up for rape and the woman has no responsibility for her own actions. Obviously if the woman is incoherent or incapacitated, a violation has occurred, but aside from that, what gives? The response was what you’d expect: The women turned red in the face and the men got saucer-eyed as if to say “…Dude. We all think it but we NEVER say it.” It seemed like a perfectly reasonable question to me. How can men be responsible for what they do while intoxicated and women aren’t? And that’s the way feminists want it? I thought the movement was about equality. Do women not get DUIs? Of course they do, so why does a sufficient quantity of some fruity drink with an umbrella in it remove all culpability from a person in the event that one single, specific act happens, but not all others? I realized I had hit a major nerve, and wondered how far that rabbit hole went.
As time went on, I continued to speak my mind about certain issues, specifically revolving around the perceived “rape culture.” It didn’t matter how much prefacing I did when voicing those opinions, and how much I had in the way of facts and real data to back up what I said. The response was the same, and always involved the words “patriarchy” and “misogynist.” I had always assumed that some sense of justice was inherent to people, or that it at least works its way into all of us while we’re young. I would learn that either I was mistaken in that assumption, or that somehow, some peoples’ ideas of justice become so skewed over time that they go as far as to cease having anything to do with justice at all.
I started college a little later than most (I was 25), and went to the smaller state university up in the mountains. It’s close to being what one would call a college town, so I expected a lot more feminist trash, the university environment being what it is. I was not disappointed. I ended up taking a Womens’ Studies class (didn’t want to…it was the only class that fit the gap in my schedule that also fulfilled the requirement for a “feelings” class). I kept my mouth shut. I knew what they wanted. In those classes, you are required to sit there and drink the Kool-Aid, so to speak. Absorb the ideology, and go forth as a soldier of feminism. For the whole semester I regurgitated what they wanted to hear, though when I was required to bring some original thought to the table, I gave them benign questions they couldn’t answer more often than not (e.g. “How do we reconcile feminism with some of the American subcultures that carry the expectation of chivalry?” and so forth). In the end, I was labelled a rapist to my face twice simply due to the fact that penis. I guess they were on a Marilyn French tear or just hadn’t hit their misandry quota for the week. In hindsight, I learned a hell of a lot in there. Unfortunately for them, though, what I learned was the opposite of the “correct world view” I was ordered to assimilate. I learned just what lengths feminists will go to in order to keep themselves in a perpetual state of victimhood and men under the permanent label of “predator.” (In short, whatever lengths are necessary.) This class opened up the rabbit hole to the point that it made the Grand Canyon look like a divot in the teebox on a 180yd par 3. It was in there that I went from “pretty uncomfortable about some injustices, but I know enough now to avoid them” to “ok, you people need to go.” In addition, I came away with some pretty hilarious and profound stories about what went on in that room. I’ll share if anyone wants to hear.
Shortly after graduating, I was hanging out with some people. The girls wanted to know where all the good men had gone and why they weren’t being wined and dined anymore. To some minor extent, I regret the degree to which I blew their hair back. Despite their ignorance, they’re nice enough people who had the misfortune of growing up in a culture that caters to their every whim at the expense of the needs of everyone else. In this case, they’re products, not activists or malicious man-haters. I still wouldn’t marry either of them (or anyone else) if my life depended on it, mind you, but I’ll have a beer with them, and hopefully educate them a bit. Anyway, on the way home that night, a certain Rage Against the Machine song came on the radio (see subject line) that was such a suitable response to what the girls had asked and caught me at such a time, I think I damaged my speakers as well as my vocal chords. Oh well. It became my MGTOW anthem.
By now, I’ve learned that despite the fact that feminism needs to go, it won’t any time soon. It’s no longer an activist movement — it’s a dogmatic ideology, the followers of which now resemble radical religious zealots in that the indoctrination has gone so far, it is going to take the education of the next generation in terms of actual equality and then a sufficient period of time for that generation to come to power for any systematic change to take place. The pendulum has started to swing back in some ways, but until the laws change to a point that men don’t get the short end of the stick wherever possible AND those laws are executed as intended, I’m done. It probably won’t happen in my lifetime, but c’est la vie. The rabbit hole continues to grow (Yes Means Yes, compulsory expulsion from universities in response to rape allegations, feminist censorship reaching new levels, fart rape, domestic violence bias, etc.) and I can’t even see the opening anymore.
That’s where I am today. My MGTOW framework is as follows (subject to change, of course): I’m not going to stop socializing with women, but it’s on my terms. I’ll treat them the way I want to be treated, but the line is drawn at marriage, entitlement, and manipulative mind games. With luck, someone will ask me in a poll and I can be a +1 in the “Men Aged 20-34 Not Marrying” report but if not, makes no difference. When the entitlement shows itself, it’s getting squashed right now. The instant the manipulation begins (and it will), it’s sayonara, sweetheart. Kind of want kids, but at this point, it’s not worth being tied to a woman for life with this court system in between — seriously considering a vasectomy. I’m having my car and house wired with discreet surveillance (expensive, yes, but it beats prison in the event that a woman points a finger at me and utters a single word) that will be running anytime a female is in the car or house, and I’m not setting foot in their domain without witnesses. If I ever find it unavoidable somehow, I’m getting a body cam. Everything in between is in public or in front of at least a couple non-gina guys. See…I’m doing things to protect myself as any sensible human being would, rather than saying something as naive as, “I shouldn’t have to protect myself, you should just teach your kids not to do it!” That would just be stupid. And if I do get accused and the footage exonerates me, you bet your ass I’m taking it as public as I can, complete with her full name, and suing the living s~~~ out of her.
Anyway, sorry for the giant post. I tend to get carried away.
TL;DR – sup.
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