Opening a new thread here in order not to hijack this one.
I am one of them. And if that makes me a coward, fine. I’d much rather be a coward than an abuser, even an involuntary one.
I’m curious, though. Would you say to someone that keeps on losing at the casino that he’s a coward for deciding not to gamble anymore ? Especially when they realize that the casino staff is terrified of their mere presence ?
The reason I have decided to disengage from any emotional involvement with women is not because they are all poisonous to men as @thorny_locust wrote, although some absolutely are. It is because there’s so much fear and bigotery on both sides that it is a losing game. A game in which you can play by the rules for decades and still have the rug pulled from under you time and time again because people will strike preemptively when they, justifiably or not, feel insecure.
I have seen the fearful, furtive glances when I come across them in the streets. I have seen them quickly change places when I sit down less than 5 meters away from them. I know they’re afraid. And I’ve felt hurt every time this has happened. Since carefully minding my words, my movements and my gaze haven’t proved sufficient, avoidance is the only way to be sure that I’m not a nuisance to them. And that I don’t get metaphorically hit again ‘just in case’.
That doesn’t mean I will turn a blind eye to the very legitimate concerns that women have. Or that I will not engage with them at all.
As a matter of fact, I was talking with a colleague about this meme 3 days ago. She’s very opinionated when it comes to men, and her go-to answer for any issue is ‘toxic masculinity’. Yet, her arguments are solid and always worth listening to. I was pointing out the ways in which some men are genuinely trying to do better. She listened, nodded and said ‘I know, but that is not enough anymore’, gently banging her fist on her desk. So, I told her that this kind of discourse was the very reason I had decided to disengage emotionally. She looked genuinely pained, while I was puzzled how she could not see that it was a perfectly predictable consequence of the gridlock. What else can you do when listening, learning and trying to do better all your life is deemed ‘not enough’ ?
I’m turning 50 at the end of the year. I’ve been lucky in having more women in my life than most men. One whom I was married to for over 15 years, four who shared my life for several years each, and many others I was more briefly involved with. I have two wonderful daughters. I’ve learnt a lot for them all. They gave me both the most extatic and the most humiliating experiences of my life. I’m completely at peace with the idea of being alone. I’ve had a full romantic life. Not the one that I had hoped for, but full nonetheless.