So I didn't let a woman on the bus before me today..

[UKMgtowParticipant 15]

Hi all,

This is just a dumb little post about something that happened today. All of mylife, both at home growing up and at university everything has always been pretty close to me, so the cost of driving never really seemed worth it to me, so I’d walk or get a bus/train.  I want to break in to recruitment or employment upskilling as a job and it turns out that a lot of these posistions you need to drive, so I am in the process of learning right now but until then, busses it is. So I went to town this morning to buy some food/essentials for the week(as well as a couple of nicer peppered steaks, which are amazing 😀 but I digress)

All of my life I was indoctrinated  taught that it was polite for one to let the elderly and women on the bus before you get on,  as to allow them a seat if one is available. Now, don’t get me wrong, if someone is with a crutch/cast, is obviously too old to stand comfortably or is far along in a pregnancy(although that last one is getting sketchy for me these days) I will happily give up my seat for them but I am at the point now where if you are able bodied, you can wait your turn like anyone else but the whole “let women on first” always stuck with me, and I always acted on it as if it was an automatic response.

Today though, was different, after finding out about, and deciding to become a MGTOW, I decided as a baby step, this was the first thing that was going to change. So, I got the bus stop, I was the first one there and was carrying three bags of shopping and I saw it, a woman, middle age probably about 35 – 45 holding nothing but a handbag comes to the bus stop and I knew then my pointless game was afoot! A couple more people arrive, I listen to some music, I pat a passing dog and have a chat with the owner and then, five or so minutes later we see it, the bus comes driving down the road, everyone else at the stop remains still while me and the lady both inch closer to the curb, ready to board.

We both look at each other and smile, we both know whats going on here, she expects to be let on first, everyone else expects me to let her go first but not this time! The bus slowly crawls to a stop and in my mind it’s like the wild west at this point, last to draw loses, to the victor goes the choice in seating location. Then, the doors open, we meet eyes again and I smile at her, she moves to get on but then BOOM! JOHN WAYNE, SUCKA! I, with cat like relexes walk on first, seeing the wide eyed look of surprise on her face as  I get on.

Now,  I know that story may have seemed like nothing to a lot of you, but as someone who grew up being raised by an aunt, a sister, a mother, a grand mother, and a VERY old school “be a gentleman” grand father(my dad f~~~ed off somewhere when I was born I guess but that’s for a different post) I was taught that no matter what I do, I should treat women with respect, with manners and make sure that are happy and comfortable and to finally take this admittedly tiny step of doing something as simple as not letting a woman cut in line and get on a bus first was a big deal for me. it was cold, my  stopping was heavy and so I put my comfort first, above that of a woman and you know what, it felt damn good 😀 Again, sorry if you feel reading this was a waste of time, I hope you at least got some entertainment from it 🙂

 

[flamesabersParticipant 55]

Hello UKMgtow,

It’s good to hear you’re walking away from your indoctrination.  I don’t think one even has to be a MGTOW to stop adhering to this ‘ladies first’ nonsense.  I look at it from an equality standpoint.  It’s impossible to treat both sexes equally if one sex is still getting preferential treatment.  There have been podcasts of men calling women out on this, and so far it seems the only response women can muster for demanding special treatment is “because that’s the way it’s always been done.”

[UKMgtowParticipant 15]

Hi Flamesabers,
That’s the biggest problem for me with modern women and feminism, the hypocrisy of saying they what special treatment that benefits them to stick around, but if “the way it’s always been  done” doesn’t  benefit them any more they throw a s~~~ fit; they want all of the benefits of the old ways and none of the drawbacks. It’s like going on a date with a girl who keeps saying how strong and independent she is and then breaking in to tears when you telling her you’re splitting the check ha.

[Black KnightParticipant 16]

LMAO all I could think was… f~~~ yeah.

Women open the doors for me all the time at the college I attend. They are thristy.

[Anonymous 11]

@ukmgtow:

Great job!! I did something similar to one at a grocery store checkout line a few weeks ago.  It’s the entitled expectation of submitting to their whims that grinds on me.  We are engaged in a campaign of disobedience to feminism, and each time we collectively do little things like this we strengthen our position.

F~~~ these little entitlement princesses’ feelings as they don’t give a flying rat’s ass about ours.

[TheBardParticipant 974]

Good for you. I have stopped doing things like that for women too. They aren’t so special so they don’t deserve any special treatment. Last year at Fanime during the shuttle ride back to the hotel my friend and I were sitting but he gave up his seat so a woman could sit. I on the other hand didn’t give my seat to on woman because I got on the bus before them so naturally I get the seat. Also I didn’t realize it until after the con while looking at facebook pictures, but that night on the bus I am pretty sure I was sitting next to this feminist who started yelling at me on facebook and telling me I wasn’t allowed to have an opinion about Wonder Woman in film because I was a man lol.

[StargazerParticipant 12505]

I liked it. Whenever I can get a female to hold the door open for me, I take it and I smile and I thank them very cordially. But unless someone is actually carrying something or is literally two steps behind me, I just walk on through and let the door close behind me. Sorry ladies, as far as I’m converned, equality begins at the door.

[RennieParticipant]

I hold the doors out of politeness to anyone, since I wouldn’t want it slamming in their face, but would never just because they were a woman.

[jsummer979Participant 0]

I love this topic. Because it seems so simple but it’s so symbolic. And there can be a high frequency of repetition. I install cable and am in a work van daily, and stop at alot of convenience stores. I have no good stories on that yet as I have only dreamed so far, about having a camera and studying the door habits of people and even women in particular. I should at least document on paper. ( usually just to busy getting through my day to think to do it). But often I pay for my items at the counter then head out the door. ONLY TO BE FACED WITH A WOMAN COMING IN AT THE SAME TIME. GODDAMMNIT! 85% of the time I can see an expectation of chivalry in her eyes (I live in the deepsouth). And being that they at that time are on top of the door, I would normally cave to local custom and open the door for them……….. well, just so happens that the door wings the other way (outwardly). And as she is not making the move to pull open the door for me, and pushing open the door for her while I am standing inside would be awkward (but it is done), I just push through the door. When those times happen, I try to remind myself to always scan for oncoming women in the future as to avoid meeting them at the door. (one of those things I would like to video from a distance to later study).

I took a trip recently to Chicago area with my ex, escorting our daughter to an audtion nearby. My ex and I went into Chicago for half day while daughter was in audition. On the train ride back to car park, we were all sitting (3 in group, two females with me) and the car was somewhat crowded. A fairly young couple got on. the man had one of those baby  slings with an infant in it. I did offer him my seat and he took it. His female stood. That was cool.

 

[ngghowParticipant 6]

Well done man, this is like remembering not to fall into the trap of listening to womens s~~~ and letting them dump on you as it can be deeply ingrained behaviour. I’ll have to keep this in mind and think about my own behaviour at the bus stop and on the bus as I know I’ve done the “gentleman” s~~~ on the bus before, like letting a woman and her kid sit in the disabled seats instead of continuing to sit there myself and I’ve let women on the bus before me as well. F~~~ it they can wait their turn and I’ll save my legs, and I’ll sit in the disabled seats at the front until a disabled person needs it. Thanks for mentioning it as I think knowing is half the battle. I wonder how much of this s~~~ do we do just because someone said we should or because it’s habit..

As for holding doors,  I’m sure I’ve held a door enough times just long enough for someone else to brace it but I don’t think I’m doing more than that for a woman nowadays apart from during my naive late teens and early twenties and I won’t be doing that ever again. In fact I think the next time I take a woman out I’m going to take the best seat too. Just get in there quick before she realizes and watch her face when she does.

Now I think about it there’s that reflex of passing over a lighter when a woman’s looking for a light as well, the amount of times I’ve passed a lighter and I even once lit the thing for a woman as well (sickening), and worse yet gave a quick whistle to a woman who was looking for a light to get her attention and got told (with her back facing me) not to whistle at her like a dog (a male friend of hers actually set her right but she never bothered to even look at me or apologize for her attitude). But luckily I’m giving up smoking and down to about 4 or 5 a day so hopefully that’s never a problem again. If it ever is then  –  “I don’t have a light. Stay away, I never carry more than £40 on me and I have nothing left now I swear!”

[mgtow_85Participant 752]

I went on a trip to Denver for a week’s paid vacation from work 2 years ago. I took the Greyhound bus because I have no license or car, and it really isn’t worth it to have one right now. Had a hell of a good time and I was taking the Greyhound bus back. Now…this bus ride from Denver to Salt Lake is like 7 to 8 hours long. Not much to do on the bus but stare out the window at the boring, nothing-to-see Wyoming landscape, and you are s~~~ out of luck if you board for a 7-hour journey that you didn’t prepare for.

Luckily, I had bought a bunch of books online so I could use the time of the long commute to read and pass the time. On the return journey, I was cuddled up with a good book and seated across from me was some black lady in her 50’s and her son, looking to be about 25 or so. After we left Fort Collins, Colorado, she slithers up to me and says that she WANTS some of my books. I have a pile of several of them out of my backpack at the time, she’s clearly bored because she didn’t bring anything, but instead of asking if she could borrow a book to read, which I would have gladly obliged her, she says in some “Don’t-f~~~-with-me-because-I-get-what-I-want” tone that she WANTS my books, as if she wants to keep some for herself and I better damn well obey her.

I shot her a disgusted look and told her maybe she should have prepared better for such a trip, and that if she changes her tone of voice and asks me POLITELY if she can BORROW a book instead of just wanting my pile of books for herself, I might reconsider. She instantly starts trying to grab at one of my books, but I smack her hand away and shift my books further away from her so that she would have to be literally giving me a lap dance to be able to grab at my books. I also put away my MP3 player so she doesn’t also try to snatch that either. Fuming with anger, she starts to poke me with her cane. After several annoying pokes, I grab the cane out of her hands and throw it into the lines of empty seats behind my row. Snarling and cursing under her breath, she took off to retrieve it, her son follows her, and they didn’t go back to their original seat across from me, so I enjoyed the rest of the trip until the bus stops for a 20-minute break in Laramie.

The 20’s-something son confronts me in the parking lot after the passengers leave the bus to buy drinks and stuff. He calls me a “racist motherf~~~er” and says that his dearest mommy only wanted some of my books. I got in his face, retorted that she obviously wanted to KEEP my books because she wasn’t asking to BORROW them, just that she wanted them for herself. I also said that there was nothing racist about me denying her access from grabbing at my books or stopping her from hitting me with her cane, and that if he thinks that I did it just because she is black, then I’m going to beat the color off his ass in this parking lot. My fists are clenched, I’m taller than this punk, and I outweigh him by 40 pounds in muscle. He can clearly see that he’d be no match for me, so he backs off. When we were boarding the bus again, I guess he was calmed down by then because he’s all like, “Hey, sorry about that, man.” I was still angry at him trying to pick a fight with me and for calling me a racist motherf~~~er because I would have reacted the same way to a WHITE bitch, so I snarled at him to get out of my face before I did something that I’d regret(not really regret. LOL). He quietly slunk away and kept his bitch mother in line so there was no more problems that day. I got off the bus in Salt Lake, and they stayed on the bus as it departed to destinations unknown.

That was my only incident with a woman on a bus. I ride the city buses in my area all the time and the women just mostly keep to themselves and I’m invisible to them every time, thank God.

[BrainPilotParticipant 7662]

After reading it here in another post, I’ve started to offer women this simple choice: the special treatment of chivalry, or the respect of equality. Since first reading it, I’ve presented those 2 very simple options to dozens of women I know and not a single one of them has given me a straight answer. They all identify themselves as feminists so they can be trendy and get whatever that movement has to offer them, but every one of them will say something like, “but it’s NICE when a man holds my door…” or ” but a real man… or a real gentleman knows how to treat a lady etc… “. So then I say, you can have chivalry or equal respect, but NOT BOTH. Put on that spot, I get the deer in the headlights look, but still no straight answer.

They all want both.

Look, it's not my fault that tornado dropped a house on your sister. Now get back on your broom and get your ass out of here... and take your monkeys with you

[NovaParticipant 0]

Think its cool that you managed to break through your “training”

I don’t follow the women’s first policy anywhere really (At least not that I have noticed…I will now keep a look-out though). Usually, what I do is I’ll be polite to anyone, male or female. There is a man or women behind me, I’ll hold the door for them, not caring for their gender.. If I’m at a bus stop, it depends entirely where I end u in the line to get in. On the bus, I usually stand anyways, as I like to test my stability as I ride, so I don’t have much problem with that issue. Mind you, if I am sitting, unless it is an elderly, someone who is caring a huge load, or a pregnant female, I won’t be getting up. So,I usually just keep it on the principle of politeness of both sexes,and not being especially nice to the sex that has nothing between their legs (still waiting for someone to confront me about man-spreading). Also haven’t had any confrontation on it yet, luckily.

[mgtow_85Participant 752]

Bahahahahahaha! BrainPilot, I helped teach a woman the HARD way about how she can’t expect chivalry and continue to haul around her bulls~~~ feminist, men-hating attitude!

Last year, I was hanging out with my younger brother, and my mom had tagged along with us because she wanted to buy a couple of things, and bond with her two grown sons who she barely sees anymore. She’s one of these women that don’t look at men in a positive light but believes that her sons should behave like “proper gentlemen” and open a door for a lady.

We stopped at a Subway shop for lunch. My brother and I were talking about having meatball sandwiches for our meal. Our mom was still deciding what she wanted. Well, we park the car and my brother and I get out. Our mom just sits there in the back seat, making no move to get out of the car. We both shrugged our shoulders, assumed she didn’t want to go in for lunch, or to have lunch after all, and we went inside and spent 35 minutes having a good lunch and bonding like brothers. She sits in the car the entire time. We both wondered out loud what the hell her problem was and finished our meal.

When we got back to the car, she begins bitching and cursing up a storm, saying, “I wanted to have lunch too! How come you didn’t include me?” We both told her that if she really wanted something, she could have gotten her ass out of the car because it wasn’t like we accidentally locked the door on her from the outside. My brother says, “We were in there for almost forty minutes. You had FORTY minutes to get out of the car to join us, but you just didn’t want to.”

“What I WANTED was for my sons to be GENTLEMEN and to open the door for me!” she screamed.

“Why would that be?” I asked. “You’re not that helpless. It’s pretty easy to open the door. Even a little kid could do it.”

“I raised you better than that! You are SUPPOSED to be gentlemen and open the door for a lady!”

My brother made the BEST retort I ever heard. “I’ll start opening the doors for a lady once you start ACTING like one instead of throwing a fit like a 2-year old! Because I don’t see a single lady anywhere!” She scowled and fumed and started to tell him to watch his mouth when I cut her off by saying, “You believe that men and women are equal with all your feminist bulls~~~ you spout off. You believe in women getting equal opportunities, and yet, you get p~~~ed because we don’t open the door for you? You’re a feminist, you can open your OWN goddamn door! You can’t be a feminist and still demanding to be treated with traditional values! Your statement is full of s~~~ and without an ounce of common sense. What do you do when you’re in a car and there’s no one there with you? Do you sit your ass in the car all day and almost starve to death, refusing to open your own door because you’re hoping a GENTLEMAN will stop by your car and open the f~~~ing door for you?”

Being a mother, she just glared at me and told me to watch my mouth. I snapped back that she better watch HERS the next time she spouts off that “all men are pigs and assholes” because none of those “pigs and assholes” are going to want to open the door for a woman who has already proved that she hates men anyway. Then I told her I was going to do the “gentleman thing” by taking her ass back home instead of having her ruin the rest of my day that I get to hang out with my brother.

That was the last time I ever decided to hang out with my mom ever again. She just sucks away all the fun out of everything, and it’s no wonder that her own brothers and sisters have nothing to do with her. But it was a valuable lesson that was taught to a hateful feminist.

[mindcheatsParticipant 2]

Primitive cultures (let’s call them primitive even if they’re more progressist than this f~~~ed up society) offer one of the best insight into the roles of men and women.

Women are respected, because they can generate life. They’re also protected. In one tribe there could be just one woman and all the males do their best to protect her since it’s the only way to have new individuals in the tribe. Likewise the woman deeply respects the men for their strength and protection.

Now, roles are so important to women that a recent paper study showed since the advent of equality battles women have been less and less happy. Weird, they seem to get all the privileges without any responsability while expecting men to give up any privilege and to accept more and more responsabilities and still… they’re not happy. Maybe because the lack of identity and of a meaningful role makes life much more pointless and depressing.

Giving your seat to women, opening the door for them, cavalry made sense in a world where men worked to support the woman and family, the woman kept the man fed and comfy in return, so men were protectors and women were care givers. Overall there was a balance and a return for both.

I have a rule with women, a rule that so far helped me to get the best from females and avoid the worst.
The rule: I never allow a non-reciprocating female around me.
Life works when we give and get something of similar value in return. This is how societies were able to function, how groups were able to function, how projects were able to functon and how men/women relationships were able to function.

In the past women were reciprocators: that’s how it works when everyone has a role. Then many of them started to feel like they don’t need to reciprocate, they can get all they want and give nothing in return. The whole point of modern feminism is to promote the idea that women must take and give nothing in return, men must have all the responsibilities and none of the privileges.

If there’s something we can do to bring some order back in this chaos is showing females we wontt give something for nothing.
And the beauty of this strategy is that women love to claim they “don’t need nothing from us” but the facts show otherwise, which is why they still want us to protect them, to be gentleman, to go to war, to do the hard works, to take decisions, to save them from the responsabilities of making choices…

With the girl I’m hooking up right now we have a deal “I will finger you, you will suck me; I will fix your broken motorbike, you will cook for me; I will massage you, you will massage me; I will buy you pizza, you will buy me steam games” and she loves every second of this because she feels useful, she feels needed and she respects me from not being a weak doormat giving his time and skills for nothing and I respect her from having learned how to give something in return for everything you get and how all of this sounds like “justice”, in a world where this world doesn’t mean anything fro many.

To be honest this is the rule I follow in everything I do: I expect something in return always. If I help a friend to move furnitures, I expect him to help me mow the lawn, if I invite a friend over to eat grilled sausages I expect him to invite me to eat something he will cook.

And to all the women out there: this is the true definition of “equality”. If you really want it, then be aware that equality means same duties same privileges, nothing for nothing.

[Ned TrentParticipant 4894]

Heeey +1 there from me, UKMgtow and welcome aboard by the way. Now wait ’til you heard my recent story on that very matter: And yes it was exactly (very nicely timed) on last valentine’s day or rather first international MGTOW day as it were, when I went out clubbing during the night after having enjoyed a nice big meal at a restaurant sitting at a table I pre-ordered for just one person (myself).

Ok, now back to the clubbing though (btw wearing my recently printed own MGTOW-T-shirt displaying only the symbol on it, no letters!): So at some point I stand there or or more like lean there close to the dance floor close to which there is some kind of fairly high and big wall like step (about 38 or 39 inches high) you may climb up onto, in the following way: I’m just standing there with one foot comfortably resting on it and the other on the ground, whereas rather than climbing up myself I just had both of my lower arms resting on my higher up resting leg crisscrossing and the beer bottle in one of my hands in a very laid back fashion facing and watching the scenery on the dance floor whilst listening to the music being played, when suddenly – I noticed somebody tapping onto my left shoulder. At first: no reaction from my end. Another slightly more energetic tab onto my shoulder and again I gave no reaction. Then suddenly a shock into my left ear, a very brief yell from a woman standing right behind me: “Up!” Of course I turn around to face her with a friendly face and go: “Pardon me..? Up..? What d’you mean up..?” (as in thinking to myself –> “can’t you build any whole sentences you dumb patronizing bimbo..?”). She pulls a face and goes: “I want to climb up there…” (don’t ever even consider a “please” from her). So only then I respond politely:”Ahh ok then, so up you go..” quickly taking my one foot down from that highish wall and equally quickly take a generous step to one side to make lots of way for her to climb up, by which point she attempted to put her hand onto my shoulder for supporting her climbing up, but too bad, I actually was quicker than her to pull it away from her just in time. That caused her tumbling a bit (but without falling so no harm done there from my end). And then just prior to her second attempt to finally climb up on her own her face turns around to me one final time to give me that really withering “if looks could kill” kind of look which I thought was just priceless. Upon that I just put on another cheeky smirk onto my face before making a swift and laid back hand gesture like (thinking): “Bye bye, baby, enjoy the rest of the night with a more stupid sucker than me, he he…”.

So there you have it, bwuoys, classic case of denied female entitlement on the very MGTOW day. Darn, in retrospect that felt goood…!

 

Ned T.

I'd rather die a natual death with a clear MGTOW conscience somewhere off the grid than one within "modern" civilisation with a big stress mark on my forehead and a couple of dozen tubes plugged into my body. Back to the plantation..? Me..? Hey, literally: I won't ever fucking kid myself...YZERLMNTSIC

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