Us men didn’t agree to feminism

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11 July 2006

When the feminists urged women to shrug off modesty and virtue, when they encouraged women to sneer at the concept of being a traditional stay-at-home woman and to storm forth into the workplace, and when they insisted that having kids out of wedlock was fine because kids don’t need dads, women were so busy agreeing with these things, vowing to live this “liberated” lifestyle and celebrating with bra-burning and lesbian poetry workshops, that they seemed to sort of not notice a distinct lack of men agreeing with any of this nonsense.

There may have been a few manginas around to agree with this just in the hope of getting a shag, but there were no vast numbers of normal men declaring, on behalf of all men, present and future, that us guys will still want to marry women when they’re past thirty, have fucked a dozen or more guys and perhaps have a tattoo for good measure. There were no resounding motions put forth by large meetings of men declaring that they believed that they would like nothing more than to marry a woman who has an illegitimate bastard or three. There were no ground-breaking surveys (except, perhaps, any that the feminists got round to forging) showing how most men hate being lumbered with the house, furniture, the kids and all of their cumbersome salaries after a divorce and how we would dearly love to have them all stripped from them after a divorce.

No, there was none of that.

Instead, us men are still wanting to marry traditional women. We still want virtuous and feminine women. We still want to raise our children, not some other guy’s cast-off bastard, or some child that might be ours, mummy isn’t quite sure. We still have the responsibilities of being the head of the family in terms of being financially responsible for a wife and children, so naturally we’ll only accept this if we have the benefits of it as well, namely the authority in the family.

Us men are also perceptive enough to see the endless double-standards of this so-called “modern gender roles”, namely that us guys have to be traditional when it suits women (pay for dates, open doors, be the primary breadwinner, etc) and be modern when it suits women (accept their whoring around, helping with the housework even when we’ve been at work all day, not give a shit that “our” child might actually be some biker thug’s that wifey banged when we were away on business, etc.)

Additionally, curiously enough, the idea that a wife can take most or all of our assets and also a big chunk of our future earnings makes us want to avoid marriage. Similar arrangements for co-habiting makes us want to avoid co-habiting as well. It seems obvious really, but it’s something women and governments can’t get their heads around; “Well gee, if a guy gets married there’s about a 50% chance he’ll end up divorced and stripped of his assets and maybe paying most of his future income to his wife and kids he can’t see, but I can’t understand why men are avoiding marriage in such vast numbers! Duh!”

A lot of women’s failure to comprehend how badly they’ve wrecked their chances of marriage by following feminist principles is down to the way the mass media so often presents men as being eager to date single mothers and sluts. This is because the makers of movies, soap operas and adverts need to cater to their main target demographic, women – including many single 30+ career girls and single mothers – so have to show them as having happy endings.

Take, for example, the movie The Forty-Year-Old Virgin; I’ve not seen the movie but many have informed me that it basically consists of a merry bachelor who is bullied and shamed in to getting hitched to some old slag single mum. Let’s not forget the BT adverts I get so worked up about, whereby a charming young man ends up hitched to an aging slapper and her snot-nosed bastards.

Another example is East Enders. I don’t watch it but a lot of women waffle on about it at work so I inadvertantly end up knowing some of the basics. There’s a character called Mo who used to be married to a wife-beater (she smacked his head in with an iron on a Christmas episode; good old BBC, proving a nice Christmas pressie to men by showing us being a bunch of violent bastards who deserve a good clobbering.) Mo divorced him, married another guy, ended up divorced from him when she was pregnant and so is now a single mother. Anyway, I was unfortunate enough to catch an episode whilst round a mate’s house (his sister lives with him and watches East Enders and every other trashy soap.) In it, a dishy doctor (well, I don’t think he’s dishy, but that’s how I imagine TV Guides would describe him as) was taking Mo out to dinner and he was chatting her up with plenty of flattering remarks. He soon ended up proposing to her whilst she shyly accepted.

The reason I mention this is because many women take Soap Operas incredibly seriously, as if they are an accurate reflection of real life. This is why many women happily sleep around, whelp bastards and generally ruin themselves and yet still think it realistic to expect to be happily married some day; many seem to believe that, in real life, just as in soap operas and chick-flicks, dishy and wealthy bachelors are just falling over themselves to marry neurotic twice-divorced thirty-something single mothers.

On behalf of all eligible bachelors, I can say that we most certainly are not!

It’s quite insane to witness, but there are so many women ruining themselves in their youths, thinking that just because there are quite a few younger men willing to jump through hoops to get a shag, then that means these guys will still be there when the women are older, saggier, used up and bitter. Furthermore, if any guy who is still willing to get married wants a wife, not a whore, and many women cannot tell the difference, or foolishly think they can suddenly switch from being a cum-leaking slut to a nice traditional lady. They can’t. A woman who spends her 20s sleeping around, boozing away and maybe getting a tattoo or an abortion, or maybe whelping a bastard, cannot declare she’s a respectable lady her 30s. There’s no such thing as a born again virgin.

Yet on and on women go, ruining themselves, spending their younger years whoring around, getting tattoos, drinking and partying, and are rather surprised when they discover that no guys want them anymore. And then we have to listen to the endless whining and complaints that men are “intimidated” or “scared of commitment”, when really us men, quite simply, just didn’t agree to all this liberated slut-fest revolution women kicked off, and we would like a traditional woman.

It’s not that difficult.

Now it’s pretty much too late. Most women have ruined themselves, and more young women do so every day and will only regret it when they get old and lonely and realise a dozen one-night-stands makes them a slut, and once a slut, always a slut. Furthermore, women’s entry into the workplace, and the economies adaption to a dual-income family, not to mention the bloated welfare state to fund single-mothers and childcare, has left it impossible for a woman married to an average guy to be a stay-at-home mother. And the divorce and Child Support laws have chased most men away from marriage and parenthood for good anyway.

Silly women.

Still, us men didn’t agree to it. We tried to warn them, but hey, what did we know, we’re only men. Sexist Neanderthal pigs, I believe the term was, to describe any guy who tried to speak out against this feminist rubbish at the outset. Oh well, at least us men are stoic and resourceful enough to make the best of things, to largely cut ourselves off from mainstream society or perhaps move abroad and find a traditional woman.

Britain and other Western nations can fall apart like all matriarchies do, crumbling bankrupted wrecks full of bitter spinsters, whining neo-Marxist politicians, slutbag single mums, their loser thug boyfriends and rampant illegitimate bastards.

Poetic justice for a matriarchy? Now that’s something I can agree with.

posted by Duncan Idaho @ 5:35 PM
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At 8:03 AM, Anonymous said…

“Most women have ruined themselves, and more young women do so every day.”

Yep. Like lemmings over the cliff; and the beauty of it is, we don’t even have to push them off, just watch them march to their doom – old, alone except for their cats, and wondering what the fuck happened.

And I will hoist a beer and laugh at them.

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At 4:09 PM, Anonymous said…

I am glad you’re against tattoos, but what do you think of belly button piercings that are so common? Because they make me feel sick, there is a hole in her skin with a piece of cheap metal sticking out!! How is that attractive, its the opposite with me.

And I quite literally pass out when I see on a tongue.

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At 1:24 AM, baldtires said…

Unless a woman spends the best 20 years of her life bonding with a man, he won’t stick around for the worst 40.

And no, the “best 20” are NOT from 38 to 58.

’twas ever thus – except those “worst” years historically didn’t drag on quite so long. You’d think that would INCREASE the importance of forming a strong bond of mutual trust and respect.

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At 4:31 AM, Anonymous said…

Outstanding essay!

Yes women are apparently empty vessels. They need constantly to be told what to think and do. Hence the endless talking with other females, looking to advice columnists and TV talk show personalities, magazines on how to act this way or that way, terrified when left alone and hear a noise at night, etc… They are amoral, mental children.

What’s the scariest thing for a child?

Abandonment. Being left on the side of the road. Marriage/Dating Strike/Ostracism = Worst Nightmare for Women (nuclear bomb).

Like children they crave attention. Ignore them and they become apoplectic.
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