Right my story.
I’ve always preferred the company of myself to others, I’m an extremely introverted guy and for years felt like there was something wrong with me. I remember back when I was a kid at sleep-away camp, all the other people there were chasing tail. I viewed any time to fraternize with women as a waste of my time. I just wanted to read and be left alone. Going up to high school was much the same. I went to a boarding school and just wanted to be left alone. I didn’t want to be dragged into any drama from anyone, so sitting in front of a laptop reading digital comics and playing video games was how I spent my time as befriending anyone (male or female) meant being dragged into drama. But that’s just background stuff.
Enter college. Holy s~~~ could I not have picked a worse college. It’s a liberal arts school with a massive feminist population, where disagreement is not tolerated by the majority. As a contrarian, this put me at odds with the hive-mind rapidly developing. The breaking point was when a discussion of a narrative, a classmate stated that he did not believe the narrative. It seemed odd that the female was chasing after the asshole rather than the “nice guy” and he thought she should go after the “nice guy” who is clearly into the female. He is called a misogynist/sexist for saying that he didn’t like the way the characters were portrayed. Perhaps he phrased things inappropriately, but I could figure out what he was saying. That pushed me over the edge.
I started hunting for something… anything that was anti-feminist. Something that made me feel less alone in being contrary to mainstream. I found a large amount of troll-ish sites and I was satiated. Then things started to add up. My commenting on logical lapses within the feminist hive-mind put me at odds. I believe that any statistic being shouted from the rooftops without citation or verification, yet is being used to further your ends is dangerous. I started to investigate, and brought this up. Again, misogynist, sexist, et cetera. I was coming at it from a point of logic, research and saying that if what they were saying was true,using bad figures or illogical figures was dangerous.
But that was looking at the majority. My friends began distancing themselves from me to pursue romance. Again, my lack of desire for this made me feel abnormal. So there I was, losing friends to romance, and unable or unwilling to make new friends from those within the hive-mind. It seemed that they only valued reason when it was coming from something they wanted to be contrary to, rather than everything.
I was surrounded by people screaming about Rape Culture, 1 in 4, 77%, slut-walks. People began coming to my comic book club to rant about the comics were sexist or misogynist without actually looking at the comics. People shouting about strong female character (a term that has since become meaningless to me) or being strong independent women. Getting screamed at for holding the door for people. Sheer insanity drove me further and further towards anti-feminism.
Then I found MGTOW. It seemed that these were the people like me. People who did things that were in their best interest, and refused to do things out of obligation, or things that would directly harm them. I read up on it, people not going to family gatherings because they didn’t want to. People refusing to conform to somebody else’s idea. People who didn’t chase tail. Contrarians, people who seemed to favor logic and reason, not bowing to Political Correctness. It seemed to be describing me perfectly. I immersed myself in youtube channels that were MGTOW. Finally, I decided that that the simple act of declaring myself a MGHOW was simply the last step in joining a culture that I seemed to share ideals with. I wasn’t an MRA, I wasn’t a feminist, I was just me, doing my own thing because I wanted to and I thought it was best for me.
If I wanted to write a paper on how Superman related to a certain philosophers ideal of ethics, I was going to.
If I wanted to write a paper about Gotham City Architecture, I would.
This glosses over a lot of stuff with me, like growing up in an emotionally abusive single-parent household, time spent in asylums, the college pushing back against me for challenging the ideals (culminating in a search of my dorm-room) and a lot of time angrily running in a maze.
I’m still young, I look forward to learning from my seniors on this site, and hopefully teaching others. Thanks for reading.
Voidraithe 5 years ago.
