Vox’s post at Alpha Game Plan, itself a reblogging of Mike Cernovich’s original, is very important.
As you work to improve yourself, one thing that you will find is that the world can be divided into three groups of people.
- Those who are indifferent to you. This is the vast majority of people out there.
- Those who will support you. This is, by far, the smallest group.
- Those who will attempt to tear you down. This group isn’t huge, but it can be alarming to discover who is in it.
It’s not just miserable people who will try to prevent you from improving yourself. Your wife or your girlfriend may feel threatened by feeling that you are moving out of her league and try to sabotage you. If you’ve got a Gamma father, he may belittle your efforts and attempt to make you feel as if your efforts are pointless. If you’ve got female friends, they may attempt to “put you in your place” or “let the air out of you”. Your male acquaintances may even try to physically keep you in your place in the socio-sexual hierarchy to prevent themselves sliding below you.
That’s why Cernovich is right to tell you to ruthlessly cut them out of your life. It doesn’t matter if they are friends or family, if they can’t even manage to be neutral towards your efforts at self-improvement, they have to go. There is a word for someone who actively attempts to hinder your efforts and make your life worse, and that word is enemy.
Regardless of where you stand on Vox Day’s politics, this is important life advice. You need to step back and evaluate those in your life. If they cannot rise to at least neutral, you need to rid yourself of them and their influence on you. You will be happier for it.
Furthermore, sometimes confrontation or isolation is what is needed to remind people in your life that you are valuable, and that they must respect you. I’ve had a few people return to a positive balance with me, so to speak, by simply reminding them that I will not tolerate mistreatment.
Others are unsalvageable, of course. Getting rid of them will be a net improvement on your life. Step back and think on those in your life and where they stand. But also remember that it behooves you to be a positive influence on those who are good to you. I sometimes fail to appreciate my friends and family enough, and this is as good a reminder as any to do that.
American politics suffers from an all-or-nothing approach with regards to identity. Some will say that your identity gives you an immutable set of characteristics. You are, for example, to be held responsible for the crimes of your ancestors, even if you do not identify with them. If you embrace the attributes of another identity, it is said to be appropriation because that identity is not biologically yours. You are allowed your space, but no more than that. You are the sum of your components.
Another side would say that identity does not exist in any real sense, that it has no meaning. It would not matter, they would say, that you were born tall woman from France, as opposed to a short man from Nigeria. You are equally capable in all things. Some people can hold both views simultaneously, which is rather interesting from a sociological perspective.
The truth of the matter is humans possess a certain biological momentum. We might call this talent or innate characteristics. But whatever you call it, it is a fixed thing. You are born with so much of this or that.
But humans, as sentient beings, are capable of expending effort and bending those characteristics through force of will. If you’ve ever seen the movie Gattaca, you can understand how this is simultaneously incredibly difficult to do and yet immensely powerful. It may be the most important aspect of being human, as opposed to being an animal which has no potential to mold itself.
For a human being, self-change is incredibly difficult but possible. You are not the sum of your components, you are not your birth traits. But do not delude yourself, either. Self-change requires an internal expenditure of effort that is exceptional.
The outside world possesses a lever with which to move you. It is an unpleasant truth that Media, Culture, Money and Peer Pressure can more easily move a man than he may move himself. So the first step in self-change is to divorce yourself from those things and their influences upon you, to the greatest extent possible.
Once done, then you may endeavor to move yourself, of your own will. It will not be easy, it is a battle which will not end until you die, but it is possible and quite rewarding.
Tonight, for the very first time, I will be going to the gym. Naturally, as a man of a more intellectual bent, this will be rather like sending a Hobbit into Mordor. Or, at least, that’s how it feels. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know that paying attention to physical matters is important for a man, and it’s something I’ve been neglecting for far too long.
Oh, I wasn’t a complete loss. As a young man, Cross Country and Street Hockey were perennial favorites, and I was reasonably talented at both. More recently, Paintball was the physical sport of choice. But these were all matters of endurance and pain tolerance; things I have a natural aptitude for. Strength training is not my forte. I will never be good at it, though I can certainly improve on my current state.
There are many young men today, and a great deal on the Progressive Left, who eschew anything physically strenuous. This is a great mistake, for if there was one thing Cross Country running taught me, it was a tolerance for the unpleasant. A couple years ago, I picked up running again for awhile, and participated in a 5km run here in my hometown. My sides hurt. My legs hurt. I could barely breathe. Yet, as the finish line approached, I broke out into an all-out sprint, much to the surprise of everyone else, barely trudging along. When I crossed that finish line, I spent a minute hurling the contents of my stomach and could barely walk. It was brutal proof that the days of my youth were behind me. Indeed, my time was a couple minutes off from my High School times.
But it was also profoundly cleansing and good.
Sometimes I suspect a great deal of the issues present in the modern world stem from an unfamiliarity with pain. When somebody does something unpleasant around me, that brutal, self-imposed pain floats back into conscious memory. It is a yardstick to measure the unpleasantness of the current situation. Naturally, most annoyances fail to live up to that memory and are categorically dismissed. If, for example, one were to call you a terribly offensive name, you now have a basis for comparison. Does the insulting word compare in any way to the pain felt in the course of your life’s affairs?
Most of the time, the answer to that question is no.
Progressives, however, are far less likely to engage in physical activity at that level. That same 5km run had a number of individuals who took upwards of an hour to complete it (my time was 22 minutes, and even that was disappointing to me). Those people were basically taking a walk. Many of them were far younger and thinner than I. They would not experience the “runner’s high” nor hurl the contents of their stomachs. They would not walk around on rubbery legs. But they, like me, would tell people they “ran the 5k” and feel good about themselves thusly.
Their yardstick for pain is much shorter than mine. Perhaps being called an unpleasant name truly is a worse feeling than what they typically experience.
My Father-in-Law was born in Cuba. He suffered depredations under the Castro regime and continues to tell tales of that time in his life. His yardstick for pain is, perhaps, even longer than my own. Talk to other refugees from tyrannical regimes and you will find similar measurements for pain. KodeTen is in the Army, and naturally military men have a different understanding of the nature of pain. Not only is it physically strenuous, the nature of combat is emotionally and mentally stressful in the extreme. Few Leftists enter the Army. Even fewer leave it. Baptism by fire is the ultimate conversion away from Progressive politics. Construction workers, day laborers and trash collectors also have a different threshold. There is a reason physical labor is often considered good for the soul. Other problems in life tend to diminish as a result of the comparison.
But your typical example of a Progressive leader has been coddled and spoiled. Some months back, I saw a bewildered man in a collared shirt stopped at the side of the road, as a tow truck driver changed his tire for him. It was quite disturbing, for changing a tire is hardly rocket science. These sorts of people need trigger warnings, safe spaces and political correctness in order to avoid exceeding the limits of their pain yardsticks.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. There is a breed of Leftist, populating many seedy parts of town, that is eminently familiar with the concepts of pain. But those individuals are also the recipients of Progressive largess. Their motives are not difficult to discern. They are symptoms. Their feeble enablers are the disease.
If you are wondering how this “fat is beautiful” campaign got started, look no further. These are individuals who do not physically labor themselves (and lack the excuse of advanced age). Since their pain yardsticks are so ephemeral, they cannot countenance the notion that they are not complimented for their beauty. Not only is name-calling a terrible pain to them, so is a lack of positive, self-esteem building treatment from their fellows. Not only must you avoid offending them, you must take steps to actively protect their fragile egos.
The very thing that would save them from their weight and from a tendency to feel poorly about themselves is that which they would never do. Indeed, they often find the notion that they should exercise or tolerate pangs of hunger insulting.
And so, in an example of a practice-what-you-preach approach, I am off to the gym. It will probably hurt. But my yardstick for pain will grow. Each bit of muscle mass added is an extra layer of thickened mental skin. Each bit of fat burned away is a another tiny bit of tolerance for the problems life throws at all of us.
Each session takes one further away from the madness of Progressive politics.
In debates lately, I struggle with trying to explain individual issues in context with the greater whole, an entire perspective on Individuals versus the Collective, and how they relate to the Elite. It occurred to me the greater divide is in those three mentalities. We get bogged down discussing healthcare or monetary policy. People side with one party or another, even the moderates or centrists generally have an ideological preference. That is the problem we really face. It transcends the trifling issues. In the end, it is about power. There are three approaches to power on a very basic level:
1. The Individualist
The Individualist gains his power from within. Confidence is built on competency and ability. An Individualist will often eschew outside help even if the help is freely offered. This puzzles Collectivists, because it seems inefficient and wasteful. Why turn down free help? But to the Individualist, he must do as much as he can himself in order to feel powerful and in control of his environment. Only when he has exhausted his own ability will he seek help, and doing so costs him some of that confidence, some of that power.
When you see a stubborn man refusing to go to the doctor, you are likely looking at an Individualist. These folks are highly adaptable, self-reliant and naturally suspicious of even the most benign forms of government. They are pragmatic in the extreme, to the point of being considered heartless, and have a general disdain for excessive emotional displays. Some of them are governed by traditional values and morality, and they tend to be more ossified and rigid. Others operate independent of tradition, and they are seen as quite radical. Collectivists tend to view them with confused hostility and seek to regulate their behavior so as to minimize disruptions to larger systems. That disruption can be very real, as their pessimistic nature can often manifest in behavior that damages a community. True Individualists are relatively rare, comprising (in my highly unscientific view) roughly 15% of the American population. They used to be much more common.
2. The Collectivist
The Collectivist gains his power from solidarity and group allegiance. Asking for help is empowering for them, as it connects them with their community. Note that this doesn’t necessarily reveal political affiliation, as Collectivists exist in traditional religious groups as well as agnostic political ones. They are very emotionally supportive of one another and have a strong need for others to communicate with. They are strongly concerned with how they and others around them feel, and this often trumps pragmatism with them, leading to frequent accusations that they are blind to the realities of their decisions. They can be very optimistic about leadership and governing bodies, be they religious or political, because their first instinct is to organize and plan.
When forced to act independently, without their supporting group, they quickly burn out. Their power is expended by excessive self-reliance. Like the Individualists, however, they can exist on either side of tradition. Some groups of Collectivists thrive on tradition and others are strongly opposed to it, but both groups tend to approach the problem in an identical manner. In large numbers, Collectivists’ ability to support large, complex systems is truly impressive, but just as often these systems will collapse under their own weight and they are vulnerable to the actions of Individualists, which act as a disruptive influence on them. They comprise a majority in America, which in my rough estimate, would be something like 75-80%. Anybody who asks “how does that make you feel” is likely a Collectivist.
3. The Elitist
The Elitist gains power from commanding and controlling Collectivists and Individualists. They tend to be skeptical of tradition, but are willing to use it where it benefits them. Contrary to popular belief, they are not all evil or hostile, but they do not gain power from group solidarity or solitary achievement, they gain power by fiat declaration. They are emotionally powerful, able to elicit powerful emotions in others. They are neither excessively emotional nor extremely pragmatic, but successful Elitists generally tend toward a certain amount of pragmatism.
They have an affinity for like-minded Collectivists and develop either symbiotic or parasitic relationships with them, depending on ideological motivations. Elitists gain power from having the ability to command, however, so disobeying or ignoring them deprives them of their sense of power. They view Individualists with a great deal of hostility, much more so than the Collectivists (who are more confused by Individualists than hateful of them). Elitists also don’t care for their fellow Elitists, lacking the grudging respect of the Individualists or the Community-minded nature of the Collectivists. However, they have an impressive ability to harness the power of the Collective to accomplish truly remarkable things, for both good and evil. They are exceedingly rare, and are likely 10% or less of the overall population. Elitists are hard to spot, sometimes, because they tend to be involved closely with Collectivists, but the person who places many barriers between himself and the outside world is likely an Elitist.
It must be said that I’m not Roosh, Vox, Roissy or even an accomplished Game practitioner. Game has done for me what it has done for many men: opened my eyes to the truth of male-female interactions and allowed me to ascend from complete shrub to someone with a modicum of desirability. It wasn’t something I learned from the so-called Manosphere or the Pickup Artist community; it was a thing I bumbled across over the course of a decade full of mistakes and bad choices. But Game and the Game Theorists provided a rationale to explain the experience. Over time, thanks to Vox and Roissy, I became aware of the link between Beta Male stupidity and Leftism, once again another thing I knew instinctively but could not articulate.
Still, Roosh would probably say I have no business commenting on the subject. The man has slept with hundreds of women, I have not. That said, I have achieved what I set out to do, and I am satisfied. And my own experience, while falling far short of Roosh, is still respectable. Yet, this drivel compelled me to speak up.
Yes. This is 20 Awesome Marriage Tips from a Divorced Man.
Really? Since when did society start taking more advice from people who SUCK at something than from people who are good at it? Great, you got a divorce, so you’re obviously the go-to guy for insights into marriage? This is the functional equivalent of letting a guy who just plowed into a telephone pole give you driving tips. “Hey man, watch out for telephone poles, they are tricky!” Yeah, we got it.
But, okay, I can give experience the benefit of the doubt. The guy who got shot in combat might have just been unlucky as shit. Maybe he has something important to tell us? Well, let’s begin.
Obviously, I’m not a relationship expert. But there’s something about my divorce being finalized this week that gives me perspective of things I wish I would have done different… After losing a woman that I loved, and a marriage of almost 16 years, here’s the advice I wish I would have had…
Give Captain Obvious a prize. He’s not a relationship expert. Well, no shit. The drunk driver who plowed into the guardrail last week probably wasn’t a Formula 1 driver either.
1) Never stop courting. Never stop dating. NEVER EVER take that woman for granted. When you asked her to marry you, you promised to be that man that would OWN HER HEART and to fiercely protect it. This is the most important and sacred treasure you will ever be entrusted with. SHE CHOSE YOU. Never forget that, and NEVER GET LAZY in your love.
Translation: Serve her. If there is a puddle, put your coat on it. And why should she pump her own gas? Just what the hell does this guy think a woman is, anyway? Pedestal-worship is the worst sort of stupidity that can infect a man’s brain. I’ve seen women beat a man down, emotionally; reduce him to a sniveling wreck, just because she could. Last week I read an article about how a sexy nurse took a dying old man’s finances for a ride, causing him to die early from the stress. No, women are not angels or queens anymore than us ball-scratching, beer-belching men are somehow paragons of heavenly virtue. People suck. Women are people. QED.
2) PROTECT YOUR OWN HEART. Just as you committed to being the protector of her heart, you must guard your own with the same vigilance. Love yourself fully…
This guy obviously spent a lot of time getting some self-love fulfillment. It doesn’t sound like his wife was doing much of that work, after all. Watch the movie American Beauty to get a sense for how tragic this can really be for a man.
3) FALL IN LOVE OVER and OVER and OVER again… Always fight to win her love just as you did when you were courting her.
Translation: Serve her. Worship her. Make her the center of your universe. You know, there’s a reason every man I know who writes poetry is kind of like a Sexual Titanic headed straight for the Iceberg of Life-long Virginity.
4) ALWAYS SEE THE BEST in her. Focus only on what you love.
Translation: She’s never wrong. If she grows a third leg or a stomach the size of a dump truck, just build a bigger pedestal to worship her on. Look, if I’m getting bigger than an Orca on a Bacon Diet, I would like a heads-up. I would extend that same courtesy to any women in my life. Ignoring mistakes made by your wife is just asking for marital trouble.
5) IT’S NOT YOUR JOB TO CHANGE OR FIX HER…
Well this is just extension of #4. Be an idiot and bow to her vagina, no matter how many better men have plowed it before you arrive with your supplications and romantic drivel.
6) TAKE FULL ACCOUNTABILITY for your own emotions
And hers, too, it would seem. I’ve seen a lot of servile Beta Males in my life, but this jackwagon really takes the cake. I’d feel sorry for him, except that if he didn’t figure it out in 16 years of shitty marriage, my pity is unlikely to help overmuch.
7) NEVER BLAME your wife If YOU get frustrated or angry at her
Once more, women are never wrong. Even when they are wrong, it’s your fault. Did you cheat on her? Bad husband! No pussy for you! Did she cheat on you? Bad husband! No pussy for you!
Allow your woman to JUST BE. When she’s sad or upset, it’s not your job to fix it, it’s your job to HOLD HER and let her know it’s ok.
What if it isn’t fucking okay? One of my ex-girlfriends once flipped the breaker when I was working on the electrical wiring in the house, because she didn’t want to miss her favorite TV show — even though I told her I was rewiring the house. I was working on the 220 volt outlets, and that fucking hurt. She was upset, and wanted to be sure I wasn’t mad at her. This man would have said “oh, it’s okay you filled with me up with enough electricity to make me look like Young Frankenstein with a mohawk” and held her close. Me? No. I told her she was a fucking moron and next time she better not do something that stupid. Honesty really is the best policy.
Have you noticed how “nice guy” Beta Male supplication could all be pretty much defined as manipulating a woman by lying to her? I don’t care if it’s the easy, comfortable thing to do. It’s functionally retarded.
9) BE SILLY… don’t take yourself so damn seriously. Laugh. And make her laugh. Laughter makes everything else easier.
I can actually agree somewhat with this. Laugh at yourself and do crazy shit sometimes. Women like spontaneity and it can make life interesting. If you can comfortably make fun of yourself, at times, then you are actually displaying a level of confidence and dominance by doing so. Just don’t overdo it and go emo. And don’t do it on a first date — that’s just asking for trouble.
10) FILL HER SOUL EVERYDAY… learn her love languages and the specific ways that she feels important and validated and CHERISHED.
Fill her soul… not her vagina, because you’ll never see it acting like this. Women don’t want to feel validated, they want to feel protected, taken, cared for. It’s all in the biology. And even if you wound up meeting a woman who doesn’t care for dominance (I’ve never met one, but let’s theorize here) she still won’t want an unauthentic supplicant who merely confirms everything she says and loves her unconditionally. You can go get a dog for that — you don’t need a man.
11) BE PRESENT. Give her not only your time, but your focus, your attention and your soul.
Again with the servile stupidity. Is he a man or a slave?
12) BE WILLING TO TAKE HER SEXUALLY, to carry her away in the power of your masculine presence, to consume her and devour her with your strength, and to penetrate her to the deepest levels of her soul. Let her melt into her feminine softness as she knows she can trust you fully.
Bingo! Now we’re on to something. Something tells me, however, that of all the advice on this list, this was the one the husband failed to do properly. This gets a whole-hearted Dystopic endorsement however. In addition to this, however, ensure that she orgasms. Learn to tell when women are faking it (there are signs). If she orgasms, you’ll be likely to see her again and in any event it’s only fair, right?
13) DON’T BE AN IDIOT…. And don’t be afraid of being one either.
Don’t be a dumbass. Okay. Got it. Why did this item make the list? You’d think this one was common sense.
14) GIVE HER SPACE… The woman is so good at giving and giving, and sometimes she will need to be reminded to take time to nurture herself.
Give her plenty of space; let her go out with her girlfriends and meet better men than you. Read her mind so you know this without her asking, then go home and wank-out in front of the computer to tranny porn while your lady meets a better man. You know, the Alpha sort of man doesn’t need to give her space — he needs space of his own, because he’s busy having some sort of interesting life.
15) BE VULNERABLE…
This never works. In the interests of science I conducted an experiment seven years ago, where I joined a dating site and sent off ten messages in which I casually insulted each woman, and ten messages in which I engaged in some self-deprecation. I received replies only from the women I insulted. One of them even went out on a date with me sometime later. Now, don’t take this as evidence that treating women badly is a good thing, but do understand that being vulnerable doesn’t do you any good whatsoever.
16) BE FULLY TRANSPARENT. If you want to have trust you must be willing to share EVERYTHING…
Wrong. Mystery is one of those things even women will admit they like, from time-to-time. They would rather read books about quasi-gay pedophile vampires that sparkle, because at least they are mysterious, than date a man who reveals everything. An old Chinese proverb states that every man has three hearts, one for the world, one for the closest people in his life, and one for himself alone. Live by that. We have all done some shameful, stupid or repellent shit in our lives, and nobody, not even your budding lady-friend, wants anything to do with that shit.
17) NEVER STOP GROWING TOGETHER…
Never stop serving her, you mean. Until she serves you with divorce papers. Then you go post romantic drivel on the internet in an effort to spam my facebook wall. Brilliant.
18) DON’T WORRY ABOUT MONEY. Money is a game, find ways to work together as a team to win it.
Take her on a trip to Europe. Buy her fancy shit. But don’t make her feel guilty about it. Look, women like money, even the ones who aren’t gold diggers. A man who can handle his finances has a marked advantage over the guy who can’t. But that doesn’t mean you should waste tons of money on her, or let her anywhere near your finances for that matter. The thing women like most about a man with money is the absence of financial worries, the removal of monetary stress from her life so she is free to concentrate on you. That doesn’t mean you waste money on heaping piles of jewels or expensive vacations you don’t want to take. But it does mean assuring her of your capacity for success in life. Wealth is a huge indicator in a man’s sexual market value, but I’ve seen plenty of well-off Beta Males who blow it anyway.
19) FORGIVE IMMEDIATELY and focus on the future rather than carrying weight from the past.
So she can be a raging bitch, but you have to immediately say you’re sorry. What a heaping pile of elephant dung.
20) ALWAYS CHOOSE LOVE. ALWAYS CHOOSE LOVE. ALWAYS CHOOSE LOVE. In the end, this is the only advice you need.
What is love, anyway? Hollywood would have you believe it is this quasi-mystical force that holds the universe together. That’s an overly-inflated, egocentric viewpoint. Humans are sapient animals. Deep in our genetic code we are wild and want to fuck like rabbits so we can make more copies of ourselves. Men would prefer hot women, women would prefer dominant men. Love is what happens when both partners in the affair think they are getting a good deal. The man is thinking “holy fucknuts she’s super-mega-hot, like dropping a thermonuclear bomb into the ninth circle of Hell.” The woman is thinking “Oh-my-God look at those muscles, and he’s so smart, and did you see the guitar. HOLYSHITFUCKNUTSOMG he’s a musician.”
That might be a slight exaggeration, but when both partners think they’ve done well in a mate, we have a satisfaction with the relationship that we call love. If one partner thinks the deal sucks, or comes to think the deal sucks later because the other person let themselves go… the divorce papers will soon follow. Hit the treadmill, ladies. Men, hit the stock exchange or the gym, or buy a motorcycle and learn a foreign language that isn’t French (preferably all of the above).
But these are lessons I am learning and committed in carrying forward. Truth is, I LOVED being married, and in time, I will get married again, and when I do, I will build it with a foundation that will endure any storm and any amount of time.
If you are reading this and find wisdom in my pain, share it those those young husbands whose hearts are still full of hope, and with those couples you may know who may have forgotten how to love. One of those men may be like I was, and in these hard earned lessons perhaps something will awaken in him and he will learn to be the man his lady has been waiting for.
You may be married again, my wayward friend, but it will be to an orca-sized housfrau of truly legendary levels of bitchiness. Your sexual value is low because you put yourself there. Your years of supplication, of worshiping women from abject submission have told her all she needs to know: she could do better, and you could not. Love is conditional. It’s one of the most bitter experiences in a man’s life to come to realize this, but it is also freeing in a way the bluepills could never imagine.
Be the type of husband your wife can’t help but brag about.
No. Just be the man she comes home to and can’t resist being with. Who cares what she said to some bat-lady down the street, or one of her ephemeral six-month girlfriends. Actions matter. Words… not so much.
Stay Horny My Friends.
Poking fun at the farcical antics of John Scalzi is normally someone else’s bit, but this last post of his on Whatever just begs for a thorough deconstruction. This quasi-socialist, vaguely male author has written considerable drivel over the years, but this one is particularly inane.
(“SJW” here is shorthand for “Social Justice Warriors,” a term which is new to me but which is defined over at the Urban Dictionary, where it is not generally considered a very polite term.)
Let me guess, this idiotic male feminist (but I repeat myself) is going to “own” this term. John Scalzi, Social Justice Warrior, crusading for all the castrated, left-leaning gamma rabbits. Does he have a business card? If so, I will happily drop it in the contest jar for the local dressmaker so he can duplicate his sacrifice of “male privilege” in front of the entire Internet for a second time.
I actually get this a lot, although usually in even less polite terms than this. I’ve got a healthy stack of e-mails from various dudebros that, once you’ve wiped the spittle from them, say something along the line of “one day all those feminists and gays are going to SET YOU ON FIRE and you’ll come crawling back to us and WE’LL LAUGH AT YOU LIKE THE GAMMA RABBIT YOU ARE.” This is then followed by comparisons to Hugo Schwyzer and/or simply more spittle.
It could only be made better if he were a transsexual wearing a redshirt trekkie uniform.
At least Hugo Schwyzer located his penis eventually. Granted, he used the thing to plow feminist sluts (but I repeat myself), which I find rather detestable, but that is still an accomplishment of sorts. The resulting self-destruction was amusing, at least, where Scalzi’s life has something of a more tragic feel to it. But Mr. Scalzi does raise one good point. It is entirely possible the feminists will never bother to destroy him. After all, his blog’s audience is somewhat… lacking. Not that mine is any better, but at least nobody here claims 50,000 pageviews and then fails to achieve even 1/10 of that number. He should thank Mr. Beale for the extra traffic from all of us “dudebros.”
1. Dude, if I ever act like Hugo Schwyzer, feminists screaming for my head is the very leastbad thing that should happen to me.
For this to happen, Mr. Scalzi would first need to actually seduce something vaguely female. Perhaps he can get in touch with his feminine side, sport another dress and go cunt-surfing at the local transsexual dive bar.
2. There are plenty of people, including feminists, LGBTfolk and minorities, who are already exasperated with me for various reasons, nor are they entirely unjustified for being so. I get a lot of attention for speaking my mind about issues of importance to them, which is nice for me but often means a)that I get spotlighted for piggybacking on work other people have done, to which I’ve added minimal additional work, b) these other folks are frustrated because my understanding of issues they feel are important is often superficial or tangential to what they see as more critical.
In other words, John Scalzi is a white male, and he will always be white and at least vaguely male. The inner sanctums of Victim Culture will forever be out of reach. But he can at least criticize himself and achieve a modicum of self-victimization.
3. And, you know what, one day I’ll opine about something regarding some marginalized group, make an ass of myself doing so, and then the Internet will fall on my head for it. Why do I know this? Because it’s happened before, and as much as I like to think I learn and grow from making an ass of myself, sometimes despite your best intentions you find new and exciting ways to make to put your head into your rectum, previously unknown to human kind. I’m going to try to avoid doing it. But I don’t imagine I’ll be perfect on that score.
So you are agreeing with Vox, then? Anyway, if his head did find itself somewhere deep within his rectum, it would be doubtful he could find his way out again. Anyway, we all know that white men are allowed in the circles of feminism with a certain amount of latent hostility and suspicion. Sooner or later he will be ostracized, whether or not his brain somehow finds itself in his ass.
I do understand that some people think apologies and acceptance of criticism means you’ve lost, and your gonads shrink and that children will throw rocks at you, or whatever. But these people are, to put it politely, stupid.
When you apologize to socialist, feminist shitstains who demand your testicles as a sacrifice before you will be accepted back into the Gamma Rabbit herd… yes, that is a loss. I legitimately feel some sympathy for Mr. Scalzi here, because he was never properly introduced to the concept of masculinity. Among men, an apology is an admission of defeat, failure and of loss. But that doesn’t have to be damning either. That is one of the greatest flaws of Rabbit culture, of these feminized men. They don’t understand that recognizing losses is of critical importance.
Everyone loses at some point in their lives. There’s always a bigger fish. But recognizing the defeat and striving to overcome it the next time allows one to become stronger. Sometimes I suspect that this is the source of Socialism’s appeal to these people. Theoretical Socialism removes the winners and losers from society — it removes the entire concept of victory and defeat. In so doing it reduces everyone to the status of Loser simply because losing is, in simple terms, the absence of victory.
4. Aside from anything else, this fellow seems to be making the assumption that all the people he’d classify as “Social Justice Warriors” are a hive mind, and will one day turn on me en masse, because, I guess, it was just my time. Allow me to suggest I am skeptical of this formulation, on several levels.
But, on the other hand, if every “Social Justice Warrior” out there on the Internet dropped on my head all at the same time, might it not be possible that they are doing it for an actual reason, and not just because they all got a message from SJW Headquarters that now it was time to devour my soul? I do know a lot of people I’m guessing this fellow would consider “SJW.” Strangely enough, in experience of them, they are not all walking in reflexively angry lockstep. They actually have their own brains and interests and motivations. So if they all suddenly aligned against me, it might be — might be, mind you — that I have indeed done some monumental fuck up. And that maybe I ought to pay attention to why they’ve all suddenly turned on me.
Internet meme culture is a strangely hive-like thing, Mr. Scalzi would do well to remember that. These people don’t take marching orders from anyone, really. They are a mob of like-minded people who move like a herd. When the herd is coming your way, there is very little you can do to redirect its wrath. It could very well be that one has done something monumentally and legitimately stupid to attract the ire of the herd. Or it could be as random as a funny-looking photo that interests them. Like moths to the flame they will come. The rabbit herd is cruel and merciless in a way no honorable man could manage.
But I don’t hate Mr. Scalzi, no more than Vox or members of the Dread Ilk do. Leftoid male feminists are objects of pity, not scorn, made all the more pitiable by the fact they don’t even realize they are broken.