Retro Relapse: Ladies, I’m Not That Guy

RETRO RELAPSE is a series of older articles from various places where I used to write before Talking Pulp.

*Written in 2014.

I’m not going to start this with some disclaimer to overly placate to the easily offended or apologize for what I haven’t even said yet. Most of you probably won’t like what I have to say but I don’t care. You’d prefer honesty over pussy bullshit, right? Well probably not, which is why things have gotten to the point where I deem such a blog entry necessary.

Ladies, I am not your white fucking knight. Nor do I want to be. In fact, that guy doesn’t exist and I’d hate to break it to you but neither does Prince Charming. Disney lied to you; get over it. Of course, that doesn’t mean that some guys don’t try to put themselves in that role, albeit miserably.

The men of yore are dying or at least they’ve been hit with a genocidal level of complete emasculation. This is due to a combination of things but feminism, not the ideal but the movement, has been the biggest contributor to this loss of badass grizzly motherfuckers. Deadbeat dads are to blame too but I’ll write on that topic another day.

I understand what was the need for feminism and female pride and a fight for what should be considered and valued as equal; I support that myself. Where the problem lies however, is in the fact that what the feminist movement wants in its extremist position isn’t an equality of sexes per se, it is domination. Domination to the point where men are no longer men, women are the ruling class and we’ll have to reproduce via petri dishes because the government will have classified all sex as rape. Men would be deemed unfit as parents, their sperm would be property of the state and women would pick out their clothes. To many embracing the militant feminist ideal, this is what they envision as justice for their victimization. The victim becomes the oppressor because apparently one injustice needs to be rectified with a larger injustice.

Sure, these are extreme examples but they aren’t that far outside of reality with how these women feel and how our society is being indoctrinated with their feminist bullshit. You don’t believe that point? Well look at how many men are no longer men. Guys spend their time placating to girls incessantly. Their entire existence and thought process from the moment they wake up each day is centered around “the hunt”.

However, the hunt isn’t what it used to be where women were out trying to attract the best beau – not that that was a great formula either. I hate to generalize but nowadays it is dude’s standing in the corner of a bar, bobbing their heads, hoping that some girl will come talk to them because they walk on eggshells trying not to offend women with their advances or they are so afraid of them they don’t know how to just walk up to one and talk. Yes, there are guys who don’t give a shit and have no reservations about walking up to a woman and spitting their game. In many cases those guys are douchebags; in other cases they are good guys but that is becoming a rare thing. In retrospect, this is probably why women to a big degree get caught up in douchebags and drama because good guys are seemingly less accessible and all they are approached by are “pigs” – their words, not mine. And frankly, good guys are sick of that “all men are pigs” sentiment because it isn’t true.

What needs to be realized, is that there are guys that fit the good guy mold but choose not to play the game and have just opted out. Ladies, you probably can’t find them or don’t even notice them because they aren’t competing for your attention 24/7 and flashing you their glorious plumage. They’re not douchebags and they aren’t the weakling saps who you’ve labeled, cataloged and organized onto your “friend zone” shelf. These are guys that know what they want, do what they want and really don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about it. That doesn’t make them assholes, that just makes them self-assured and strong, confident men – something that should be applauded among the free-thinking individuals of the world.

On a personal level, when it comes to women, I want someone that has the same qualities I just talked about regarding the type of man above. Someone who is confident, strong and free-thinking. Someone who sees the folly of trying to eliminate masculinity and demonizing it but also doesn’t try to wrap guys around their finger and use them for whatever they see fit because they feel that it is justice being served or they just don’t know anything different because weakling saps pledge their allegiance to them the moment they develop semen. To be honest, I don’t blame women for acting this way. But that also doesn’t mean that I have to accept it as just a part of life. I see it as inherently wrong and hypocritical. In my life, I don’t accept it. When confronted with it, I usually call the girl out.

There are a lot of guys I have talked to lately who feel similar. There is a growing number of men who just don’t care about playing the game anymore and would rather direct their energy into more fruitful pursuits. Being one of those men, I feel that whether most of us realize it or not, it is one of the consequences of this world that the feminist movement has shaped. No we don’t hate women but we aren’t going to be bullied or mistreated by them either, as women shouldn’t be bullied or mistreated by men. At the end of the day, I don’t care and I can’t devote that much time to it. Time and energy are limited and I’d rather not waste either.

You see, it’s about working together not against one another and speaking not just for myself, I don’t think many of us care about the battle or what one side of the coin feels that they have to prove. We’re not all bigots and assholes and because of that, refuse to be treated as such or to harbor some sort of male guilt, causing us to be total pussies because being who we really are isn’t seen as politically correct or attractive anymore. Moral of the story, we don’t fucking care.

As far as I personally feel, at least right now, I don’t want to ever get married, I don’t want to get a girl pregnant and I want the freedom to do what I want to do. That doesn’t mean that I’m selfish or incapable of compromise, it just means that I have needs of my own that must be met. As far as marriage, being a man, I don’t see the point. Marriage is a lose/lose situation for men with the ways the laws have evolved and heavily favor the woman. Same thing goes for child custody. This doesn’t mean I am against a lifelong relationship or turned off by women who already have kids. But call me a “man child” or whatever bullshit derogative terms you have because that is easier than understanding some oppressive man’s diatribe about his point-of-view.

I now look around and see that more men are coming to similar realizations. Our attitudes are shifting because they have to. You get to a point when that survival instinct kicks in and it is happening. I see this as a good thing because truth is better than some manufactured societal lie about what men are now supposed to be. To those “men” apologizing for their kind, fuck you – you are part of the problem and are just fucking yourselves and all of us, really. I don’t expect a woman to apologize for her shit. If they’re assholes I just keep walking and don’t give them the time of day.

While men and women as vast groups may never truly understand each other at a core physiological and psychological level, individuals can understand one another. As long as there is that respect between you and your partner, that is really all that you need. There’s no gender war or at least there doesn’t need to be. Just be who you are and respect who others are too. But until that happens on a larger scale, women can enjoy their douchebags and pussies and those of us who don’t have the time to give a shit can work on being the badass motherfucking grizzlies we were born to be.

Funny enough, I always find someone when I’m not even trying.

One thought on “Retro Relapse: Ladies, I’m Not That Guy

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