I suppose I’m a target demographic for MGTOW. A while back I ran through some of the 10-20 minute spiels on YouTube. Some funny, some good points on topics that generally get no consideration elsewhere, and some “wow, this guy has really rolled off into the weeds of wrong conclusions.”
I also look in at Jezebel. I don’t see general man-bashing there, just legit calling individual guys on their individual sexist bullshit. Sometime that goes wrong, too. They piled-on during shirtgate, and the Virginia rape hoax.
Anyway, one day after listening to some MGTOW uploads, I had to do my grocery shopping. I looked at the women at the store, and I just couldn’t see the same people that were being described in the MGTOW talks. I saw people who aren’t saints or goddesses; plainly self-absorbed and incurious as normal people are. But not evil bitches either.
From my largely dissapointing experiences with online dating, I looked at the women; the ones I shared the same age group, income bracket and equitable hotness level as people who nonetheless have more options in the dating world than me. I’m not going to argue that with you. It’s true. And I can’t blame anyone who takes the opportunities that are open to them in life. I certainly try to do so with the ones open to me.
But of course I have feelings that are more accurately called regrets not resentments, because it’s not about “dating” for its own sake. We want to find someone we love and loves us back. I’m not a loser for wanting that. And out of 40, 80, 160 people, how many realistically will that be possible? I don’t know. I don’t think the numbers imbalance applies on that point, though.
I do think both the patriarchy, as it ever existed, and feminism, for whatever its goals, have both so far failed men. As a history nerd, I keep with Charles Martel’s invention of chivalry as a reconciliation between Christanity and the martial spirit: we are bound to protect the weak, and we should not accept insult. Unfortunately, it’s the human condition to use the amount of shit you give others as a proof of the shit you don’t take yourself.
Finally, I think of something I experienced 30 years ago that shows how I can’t change: I’ve known a few people who’ve killed other people, all men who’ve killed other men. But the one person I’ve known who killed a woman was a 14 year old boy at a residential treatment home where I worked.
His adult brother had been in prison, and his foster mom had tried to cut him off as a bad influence. But like a lot of younger brother he idolized his brother. He and she fought, and it ended with him jamming the barrel of a shotgun under her chin. The last thing she said before he pulled the trigger was “I love you, Tim.”
I don’t think anyone on earth has a philosophy that can explain how I feel about that.