They become whatever men require of them. That’s their entire game. That’s why they always ask the same question, “What kind of woman do you like?” It’s not because they care about compatibility. It’s because they want instructions. They want men to hand them a blueprint so they can perform like chameleons until the target is secured.
I’ve spoken to too many of them to fall for the act. They’re not unique. They’re not mysterious. They’re not complicated. They’re running the same software with different lipstick. They will say and do whatever it takes to get a man to open his wallet, his door, and his life. Once they get what they want, the mask comes off.
At their core, they’re looking for someone to put food in their mouths. That’s the mission. Everything else is theater. They will act submissive, loyal, nurturing, until they get the house, the ring, the car, the lifestyle. Then they switch up. Every time.
They hear “The grass is always greener on the other side” and treat it as a call to action. A roadmap. Not a warning. It tells them to keep looking, keep climbing, keep trading up. It tells them that loyalty is for fools and commitment is a burden.
They don’t want to be better women. They want to be whatever gets them paid. Until it stops working.
I used to think it was just the girls in my neighborhood. Then I figured it was only the girls in school. After that, I thought maybe it was just a Manhattan thing. It took some time, but eventually I blamed it on NYC as a whole.
Then I believed it was just an American problem.
So I went to Europe. Same behavior. Dated Asians from the mother continent. No difference. Went to South America. Same pattern. Went to church, thinking I’d find something different, but it only confirmed what I already knew.
Women are lazy leeches, ticks, bloodsuckers, and vultures. They all think they deserve better than the man they’re with. They expect you to work yourself into the ground to meet their delusional fantasies of entitlement. Their dependency on you is absolute. Like a parasite, she will drain you dry, and once you’re used up, she’ll find another host. She won’t even wait for the corpse to get cold. She’ll finish off the last host while she’s already latched onto the next.
21. Initiate any communication after the first date
22. Help you out
23. Risk her life for you
24. Protect you with her life
25. Commit to you
26. Buy you an engagement ring
27. Get on one knee and propose marriage
28. Pay for a wedding
29. Buy you a house
30. Buy you a car
31. Buy you a wedding ring
32. Initiate sex
33. Perform better than your last 20 partners
34. Work hard to support your expensive taste
35. Work two or three jobs to support you
But if you fail at any of the above things she will never do for you, she will initiate a new boyfriend (and at that point she will not consider it cheating), initiate a divorce, take your home, kids, pension, 401(k), stock portfolio, and force you to pay alimony, child support, and the mortgage for the house she now shares with your replacement as he tucks your kids in at night.
If you think she wronged you, remember this: you picked her. That means you should have known she was planning this. It is all your fault. You must have done something wrong, because she is never wrong.
In fact, she will initiate nothing with you, except the divorce.
And you wonder why men are not begging to do this all over again.
Do you think this was done to break up families, confuse children, emasculate men, and destroy their power?
How many men were too nice, too kind, too boring for your taste?
How many children did you make fatherless?
How many fathers did you rip away from their children?
You’ve spent years chasing gangsters, thugs, criminals, alcoholics, and junkies. You gave them everything. Your time, your body, your loyalty. Meanwhile, you kicked the decent man in the balls just to amuse yourself. You rejected the man who would have stayed. You shamed the man who would have built a future with you. You sabotaged every man who didn’t fit your drama script.
Now you’re in your 40s. The world no longer cares for your childish games. The attention has dried up. So you lash out at your own children, but even they don’t like you. They see through you. They know who you are.
You tell me you want to be accepted for who you are. But you never accepted the men in your past for who they were. You demanded they change. You demanded they serve your needs while you gave them nothing but complaints and conditions. You destroyed good men because they didn’t entertain your chaos.
You stole a father from his children. You stole children from their father. And now, you want me to trust you? Trust you long enough to feed you, clothe you, and clean up the mess you made? Are you insane?
You are still hunting for Mr. Perfect. Still searching for a man who will tolerate your nonsense. But now, the younger women are taking your place. They are stepping into the spotlight you lost. You will cheer them on as they follow the same path to self-destruction. They will become you, and you’re too blind to see it.
Yet after all this, you will say you’ve done nothing wrong. You will accuse me of hating all women because I dared to tell you the truth about yourself. You don’t want the truth. You want another fool to lie to you. I’m not that fool.
In 1972 I was 8 or 9 years old in a New York City public school. I didn’t fit in. My clothes came from second-hand stores. My sneakers were falling apart. My mother was a single mom. Back then they called it a broken home. Kids picked on me every day.
Then one day I met a girl. Her name was Eleanor Rubinov. She wore shabby clothes like me. Her and I got along. We ate breakfast together, lunch together. I even brought her to my after-school chess club and photography class.
Then one day she was just gone. She never showed up to class again.
Twenty years later I was working on Wall Street. There was a man named George Rubinov who worked in a neighboring department. We talked sometimes but not much. I never connected the last names. This was New York City. Similar names didn’t mean anything.
One day George didn’t come to work. A whole week went by. His manager got worried and asked if I could help find him. They were calling his house and getting nothing. No answer. No response.
I called every hospital in the area I thought he lived. Then I found him. He was in a hospital. But the nurses said they couldn’t give any more information. His daughter had taken over communication. Her name was Eleanor Rubinov.
That name hit me hard. I instantly remembered my grade school companion. I asked the nurse if she could give me her number. She did.
I called. Found out George had passed away. Then I asked her if she remembered my name.
She did.
She was excited.
She wanted to meet me.
She suggested we meet at a fancy restaurant in Soho. We met. We hugged. We were curious about each other’s lives. As it turned out, she was a model for Victoria’s Secret, Talbots, and a few other clothing lines.
We instantly got together. I helped her with her father’s estate, which turned out to be just an apartment in the Village.
Eleanor and I became an item. We met on Thursdays or Fridays for dinner. We planned weekends together. We went to the country, the Hamptons, the beach. We did a lot of things together.
Problem one was her friend. She had this frumpy-looking friend who instantly hated me. It wasn’t real hate. It was fear. She saw me as someone who would take Eleanor away from her, someone who would jeopardize her own security. I tried to come across as harmless, as non-threatening as I could, but I could feel her watching me, measuring me.
Problem two began when she started getting upset at everything I did. If I made small talk with the concierge at a hotel or chatted with a cab driver, she got upset. She said I shouldn’t be talking to “the help” and that doing so is so pedestrian. She was upset the way I opened the door for her and how I helped her out of the car. Everything I did was wrong. One time she complained that I didn’t correct a waiter for serving me from the wrong side. She became so snobby I could not believe it, but I thought this would pass. It never did. It got worse.
ne day we were planning to go to the Hamptons for a three-day weekend. I was walking to her apartment from work when I saw her coming out of a luxury building. She made a right turn, walking directly in front of me, heading away. She never saw me. I followed several yards behind as she walked to her place.
When she entered her building, I waited about fifteen minutes. Then I rang her doorbell.
She let me in. I asked how everything was and what she had done that day.
She told me right away, “I was in my apartment the entire day. I never left. I was designing some pattern for something.”
I ignored it, but I kept it in the back of my mind. I didn’t know how I was going to address it. One thing I liked about her was that she didn’t mind spending money. She was making close to $20,000 a month after taxes. She often paid for lunch, dinner, whatever.
So this time I said, fine, we’re going to the Hamptons. I let her rent the car. I drove. I let her pay for the hotel, which was about $450 a night with a minimum four-night stay. I didn’t pay for anything. Deliberately.
One night she went to bed early. I headed out to the beach. There were people out there singing songs and playing guitars. I brought them a few six-packs of beer and instantly made friends. I stayed out with them until around four in the morning.
Next day she was complaining. About everything. Third day she gave me the silent treatment. When we left, we left late to avoid the traffic. We returned the rental and got back to her place around one in the morning.
We got into bed and she exploded. Full anger. I didn’t say a word. I got dressed and left.
I didn’t want to argue with someone who lied to me. That wasn’t acceptable.
About fifteen years later I was walking through the Village. I saw her through the window of one of her favorite restaurants. A glass of wine on her table. Torn shopping bag at her side. Her hair was a mess. She looked angry.
Women are not obsessed with money itself. They are instinctually drawn to power. Money is simply the easiest way to measure that power.
Women marry for status.
A friend of mine owns six McDonald’s restaurants in upstate New York. He is a multi-millionaire with a constant stream of income. Yet for years he couldn’t find a woman who would stay interested in him.
Why? Because women don’t marry based on the depth of a man’s success. They marry based on the surface level appearance of status.
A woman would rather attach herself to a mediocre doctor or a struggling lawyer than to a man who owns multiple fast food franchises, no matter how wealthy or powerful he is behind the scenes.
It’s not about success. It’s about the image she can display to others.
We live in a time of social decay, degeneracy, greed, lack of love and cognitive dissonance. The games many people play to achieve their agendas can be relentless. The games played in relationships are almost never ending unlike the fairytales girls used to watch when they were young.
Men today are a shadow of their former selves while women’s shadows have grown into a greedy hungry monster waiting to devour its next victim. Regretfully, the modern woman is like a parasite waiting for a host to suck off everything they can until it dies or finds a better host in order to “upgrade” her financial and social status.
In the stage of the game, we’re all actors and characters. What happens when the environment of the stage has everything in place for women to “win” and men to “lose”? It’s almost like watching the mightiest of heroes lose at the end of the movie. As it is said, we are all a product of our environment. Because of the way the stage is set, women can play games to their advantage without consequence, unlike any other time in history.
With her many interactions, women play games with men in almost every move they make. It’s a constant battle of words, psychology and energy of who can dominate. She constantly plays power games with the man, looking for points of weakness and ways she can establish power over the man. She is looking to see what she can take from him with little to nothing in return. She is a parasite. When she is successful, in reality or in her own imagination, she becomes disinterested and leaves, but not before she finds another host. The more she plays, the better she gets, and the faster she gets detached.
A moral woman wouldn’t belittle, take advantage, rip off, cheat, beat down; disrespect anyone much less the man she supposedly is in love with. But because the system favors women, many women take advantage of all the details and little things most don’t pick up. This proves that most women are narcissistic, selfish and conceited human beings. They are without any concern with creating a family or a future. They are devoid of any future planning. They are without morals.
Greed, coupled with her ability to become detached from her feelings is all she needs, especially when a woman sees a man as her golden ticket. When her target man has money or even more than her previous host, her prize is marriage or engagement.
To be fair they have been brainwashed to be weaponized against men. As a result, men have been stripped of any power they have ever had. When employers give women jobs, they don’t realize they are making it worse for all other men by doing that. First you give a job to women, means a job a man didn’t get including the money and career it comes with. Second, you raise a woman’s status to the point where she doubles or even triples the standard of the status of the man she seeks as a mate. The higher a woman’s salary, the higher she perceives her own status, the higher her expectations of her potential mate’s status and salary. This cycle continues to the point she has unreasonable expectations as most women expect a man to always have a higher social status than her. She will always seek out a mate that is better off financially than her.
Women think they’re more beautiful than they actually are, the makeup and plastic surgery has infected their self-perception and inflated their egos way beyond repair. Even her parents helped along the way, most likely her father, telling her that she’s a princess and she’s beautiful which is nice but they’re lying to her. She is no princess.
The Marxist culture, using Hollywood, Disney and the music industry has blown women’s egos and self-perception out of proportion. Women today have massive egos, they are on power trips. Social media is the steroids that push this false delusional ego into the beyond the stratosphere. It’s parents’ fault for not raising feminine moral girls who hold a family together and be faithful wives. They raise career women as if they were men.
Now when men look for a wife, they’re finding a man inside a woman’s body not a feminine woman like they used to make them and I don’t mean that in the transgender sense but in how women behave in the modern age. They compete against their boyfriends and husbands and not assist and help them. They don’t want to serve but to be served. If you want a woman to behave as a woman you need to get off your knees and become a King right from the start. If she won’t have you as her King, then the King needs to kick her out of his Kingdom and win in the game of life.
Women believe they are testing men for character, and future behavior.The intention is reasonable.The method is flawed.
These tests are not measurements.They are emotional impressions, formed in moments.Moments cannot predict long term reality.
Men think in patterns, and systems.Women think in feelings, and snapshots.Systems can be tested.Snapshots cannot.
Women say they test for strength, confidence, stability, leadership, and boundaries.In practice, they create artificial pressure, and judge reactions.That does not measure those traits.It measures mood tolerance.
Confidence is mistaken for arrogance.Calm is mistaken for indifference.Patience is mistaken for weakness.
She wants stability, while introducing instability.She wants leadership, while resisting being led.She wants boundaries, but pushes against them.These contradictions make real evaluation impossible.
Consistency cannot exist, when the rules keep changing.Decisiveness cannot be judged, when there are no real consequences.Composure in a moment, does not equal emotional regulation over time.
Women value independence, until it limits attention.They admire ambition, until it reduces availability.They want reliability, but confuse it with emotional responsiveness.
Masculinity is expected to be strong, without being threatening,Dominant, without discomfort,Authoritative, without hierarchy.
That version exists only as an idea.
These tests do not happen once.They happen repeatedly, often many times a day, sometimes consciously, often unconsciously.They are not planned exams, they are emotional spot checks, triggered by mood, stress, uncertainty, or reassurance seeking.
Beyond what is already described above, she is also consistently testing for additional traits, often without realizing it.
These traits are not evaluated through structured observation or long term analysis.They are inferred from tone shifts, reactions, compliance, resistance, and emotional availability.
Because the testing is frequent, emotional, and context driven, the results are unstable.A man can pass in the morning, fail by afternoon, and be reassessed again by night, without having changed anything at all.
That is why performance does not work.A man cannot pass an emotional exam, with no grading system.
The only workable approach, is alignment.
Live your structure.Act consistently.Let incompatibility reveal itself.
I once asked a girl why she broke up with her boyfriend. Her answer was sharp, cold, and entitled. “Because he didn’t make me happy.”
So I asked her, “What makes you happy?”
Her reply was as empty as it was revealing. “I don’t know.”
I followed up, “So you don’t know what makes you happy, but you expect the man you are with to figure it out and make you happy?”
Without hesitation, without a shred of self-awareness, she said, “Yes.”
That is the modern woman’s mindset. She demands happiness, expects a man to engineer it, yet has no clue what it even looks like. And when she feels unsatisfied, it is automatically his failure. Her happiness is his burden. Her emptiness becomes his responsibility. This is the emotional slavery men are expected to sign up for. A never-ending chase for a feeling she cannot even define.
I dated a girl in 1980. Our first date was to see The Blue Lagoon with Brooke Shields and Christopher Atkins. The next date we went to see Ragtime. From the beginning, this girl resisted doing anything, and I mean anything. Spending time with her became a chore. At first, I thought the problem was me, that maybe I wasn’t putting in enough effort. But I was young back then, and I didn’t recognize that her resistance was simply who she was. Everywhere we went was either too hot, too cold, or not good enough for her. No matter what we did or how we did it, she found problems everywhere. What I didn’t understand then was that she wasn’t looking for a partner, she was looking for a provider.
Thirty five years later, I saw her again at age 53, sitting inside a Dunkin’ Donuts in New York City, waiting for the beauty salon next door to open so the workers could comb her hair. She had a shopping cart with her and a handkerchief tied over her head to hide her messy hair. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This was the same woman who came from privilege. Her parents lived on 87th Street and Park Avenue, right across the street from Gimbels, and spoiled her with everything she could ever want. Even as an adult she never found a job, because she didn’t have to. Her parents paid for her apartment, her rent and utilities, and even her daily salon visits. She spent her mornings waiting at Dunkin’ Donuts while others took care of her most basic needs.
She looked like a wreck. The years of never lifting a finger for herself had caught up to her. She had been trained to expect everything to be handed to her, and when the people who enabled her stopped, or life moved on, she had nothing. She couldn’t even manage the simplest things on her own. She always had a provider, someone to cover every want, need, and desire. And that dependence was her downfall.
Women are so desperate to find a larger than life man, they will believe any liar that tells them exactly what they want to hear.
“I love you more than anything on this earth,” that is a lie. Nobody loves one thing so much that everything else becomes meaningless.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” another lie. Beauty is everywhere, and no man has only seen one woman in his life.
“You are the world to me,” if she leaves, will he stop breathing? Will his heart stop beating? That is not love, that is obsession, and obsession is weakness.
“I love you more than the sun, moon, sky and stars,” no man sits around loving the sun and the stars. He admires them, but life goes on whether they shine or not. Love is not poetic worship. Love is choice, not fantasy.
From the beginning of time, men have balanced careers with the duty of providing for and protecting their families. In prehistoric days, men rose before the sun to feed livestock, guard their homes, and ensure the survival of everyone under their care. This role was never optional. It was expected, and for generations men fulfilled it without fail.
Even in modern times before feminism, men provided and protected while going to school, working multiple jobs, and building their futures. They didn’t complain, they didn’t demand sympathy, and they didn’t put family on hold for personal ambitions. They handled it all because that’s what was required.
But in the last 50 years, the modern woman boasts that she is superior to the men of the past while avoiding every dangerous job those men still do. She loudly proclaims she needs no man, yet freezes her eggs well into her 40s because she put her family on hold chasing a career. She claims she can multitask better than men, yet proves otherwise when her personal timeline collapses and biology refuses to cooperate.
If women were truly capable of building and maintaining a family while pursuing a career, they wouldn’t be paying doctors to preserve the possibility of motherhood for a future that may never come. The truth is simple, men have always been able to carry both burdens, while women prove time and again they cannot.
It is important to understand that MGTOW is not an organization, not a political movement, and not a club. It is a philosophy. At its core, it is the belief that a man does not need a woman or a gynocentric society to determine his worth. A man determines his own value by his own standards, by his own accomplishments, and by his own life, not by anyone else’s judgment or approval.
MGTOW is not bound by race, politics, or religion. Black, White, Asian, and Brown men are MGTOW. Conservatives and liberals are MGTOW. Christians, Muslims, Jews, agnostics, and atheists are MGTOW. There are disagreements among them because of cultural, racial, and societal differences, but one truth remains constant, feminism and everything it has spawned is a cancer to men, families, and society.
One of the most effective tools in MGTOW is ghosting. At its simplest, ghosting means being invisible. The best defense against narcissistic women who want to trap you, drain you, and weaponize your emotions is to avoid them entirely. Feminists cannot attack what they cannot see. The less you expose yourself to their games, the less you become a target.
Avoiding female manipulation also means avoiding men who enable it. Tradcons, liberal white knights, pickup artists, and thirsty simps all worship the same idol, female validation. MGTOW avoids that cult entirely. The philosophy rejects the idea of organizing protests, petitions, or advocacy campaigns because it recognizes that walking away from commitment to narcissistic, abusive, manipulative women is far more powerful than trying to debate them. Natural consequences hit harder than any argument we could make.
MGTOW recognizes time as a non-renewable resource. Instead of wasting it trying to reason with a woman who will never accept responsibility or truthful criticism, that time is invested in self-improvement. Learn. Build skills. Strengthen your body and mind. Share knowledge with other men. Become an example that other men can see and respect.
This philosophy understands the truth about the rigged game, marriage, cohabitation, long term commitment, and the legal, social, and financial traps surrounding them. By refusing to play, MGTOW men are labeled dangerous, bitter, or hateful by a society that fears men who cannot be controlled. The response is simple, ghost. Disappear. One cannot be attacked if one cannot be found.
MGTOW men are not alone. Every day, more men wake up to reality, get red pilled, and see that most modern women are incapable of sustaining a lifelong marriage or even maintaining a monogamous dating relationship. The hypocrisy of gynocentrism continues to grow, and with it, so does the MGTOW movement.
So wherever you are, whatever you do, support your brothers. In moments of crisis, make sure they know they are not alone. Show them there is life after walking away from gynocentrism. Show them it is a better life. Because at the end of the day, ghosting, living on your own terms, and standing with your brothers is the strongest defense against a system built to exploit men.
We are men. That means we are strong enough to overcome any obstacle we commit to facing.
Women always lie about having a boyfriend even when they don’t. It’s like their imaginary security guard. The tougher their imaginary boyfriend, the more certain you can be that this broad is single. I’ve met women who claimed their boyfriends were cops, military, firemen, bouncers, you name it.
One time I met an Asian girl who told me her boyfriend was a famous Thai Mixed Martial Artist. When she proudly dropped his name, it sounded familiar. I quickly said, “That guy is good. I’ve seen him fight. He always has a few hot girls around him when he walks to the ring.”
Her face changed. Because I knew her imaginary protector had other interests. Little did she know, I was lying too. And why not? I love bursting their bubble.
Anyway, I told her I was a partner in a huge chain of NYC restaurants. Truth be told, I just knew one of the general managers. I piled on lie after lie about the business I didn’t own, told her I wanted to take her to one of ‘our’ most fancy restaurants for a meal she wouldn’t forget.
She was hesitant to give me her number, but soon enough, the lure of fine dining broke her. She got real excited imagining herself in that upscale restaurant. When she wrote the last digit, I told her I would call her for a double date with my girlfriend and her boyfriend. Suddenly, she started backpedaling. Her boyfriend was in town, he wasn’t friendly, and besides, she thought the date was just the two of us. I told her it wouldn’t be right to take her out without her loved one.
Anyway, I walked off and told her I’d call. I didn’t. I saw her face as I left. It was the look of someone who just lost a rich fish for an imaginary one.
1. Men have the divine imperative to become as capable, competent, and powerful as possible in this life.
2. I reserve my human right to hold my own beliefs, practice them as I see fit, and give people the same right to believe and act as they wish.
3. I prefer loving, rewarding, consensual relationships with beautiful, positive, virtuous, (feminine) women.
4. Men and women are different, each has their own unique and important strengths and abilities (skillsets).
5. Men have the sacred duty to protect and provide for the important people in their lives.
6. Men have the sacred duty to protect the innocence and sanctity of their children and reserve the right and responsibility to raise their children as they see best to ensure their long-term happiness, health and success.
7. Men have the sacred duty to raise strong, capable, and honorable sons.
8. Men have the sacred duty to raise kind, feminine, and virtuous daughters.
9. I utterly disprove violence within familiar and romantic relationships.
10. I support good and honest governments, and will obey their laws.
11. I prefer to conduct business dealings only with trusted and vetted brothers.
12. A man has the sacred duty to hold true to his word and do exactly what he says he will do.
13. A man’s life is difficult, so he has the sacred duty to become strong to handle such difficulty.
14. Men are personally responsible for their actions and for the results they achieve in their lives.
15. I believe in emotional control and the vital need to become disciplined and professional in all things.
16. Men have the sacred duty to approach everything in life from a position of strength.
17. All men have the sacred duty to become men of upright and virtuous character and live above all possible reproach.
18. I believe it is incumbent upon me to ruthlessly identify my own weaknesses and limitations and work to overcome them and become more capable in all realms.
19. I seek to improve my personal freedom to think, act and live true to my masculine imperative in all ways.
20. Each man has a sacred duty to mold the physical body into the strongest, most resilient, and most capable version of itself.
21. Men have the sacred duty to rigorously mold themselves, both physically and mentally every day.
22. I have the sacred duty to only eat the highest quality foods possible.
23. I reserve the right to protect the sanctity of my bloodstream and make my own decisions about my own medical care and procedures.
24. I affirm the importance of endlessly improving my mental faculties through diligent work, study, and practice.
25. I believe in acquiring wealth and abundance in order to improve my life and do good to those I care about.
26. I believe in the merits of healthy competition and constantly encourage men to seek out the competition to improve themselves.
27. I believe masculine brotherhood is essential to men’s mental health, happiness and success, and I relentlessly encourage men to meet together, work together, and train together.
28. I maintain the trust of my brothers through reverent silence regarding our most sacred and shared experiences.
29. I believe in honoring my ancestors and living in a way that would make most of them proud of me today.
30. I reserve the right to administer difficult rights of passage to our young men to allow them to earn the rank of manhood.
31. I affirm the importance and need of travel and adventure as men.
32. I seek to help men overcome poor mental health by embracing hard work, physical improvements, and shared masculine brotherhood.
33. I reserve the right to make the best choices I can at the time to protect myself and respect my mental health.
34. I do good in the world and seek to help those less fortunate.
35. I believe all men have the responsibility to lead and guide those they care about for greater prosperity, health, and happiness.
36. I choose to only interact with those who are respectful and civil to me, in return for my own respectfulness and civility.
37. I reserve the freedom to speak and refer to others as I believe is the best and most truthful.
38. I reserve the right to choose my company and include only those whom I believe is best for my health, happiness, and success.
39. I believe I have an imperative to only spend my time in a way that I determine is beneficial, uplifting, and empowering to myself and others.
40. I choose to only allow myself to be influenced by those whom I believe have my best interests in mind.
41. Each day I dedicate myself a new to creating the greatest possible positive impact on the world and doing the work necessary to achieve greater masculine excellence across all realms of human endeavor.
She will use every weapon in her arsenal to force you into commitment. She will shame you, pressure you, make demands, manipulate you, and rally her friends and family to corner you. In some cases, she will even use her own kids to push you into submission.
But commitment is always one way. You commit to her. She will never commit to you.
As sexy as 45 year old Tina Turner was back in the mid 1980’s, no man in their 20’s and 30’s has ever drooled over her.
Sean Connery in his 60’s had girls in their 20’s, 30’s and beyond who found him sexy.
I once talked to a 50 year old woman who said that when she was 16 she that 45 year old Ed Asner, who played Lou Grant on the 1970’s TV show, The Mary Tyler Moore Show. Ed Asner was a short, frumpy, bald man. That woman said that she was turned on whenever Lou Grant yelled out for Mary
Can you imagine a 16 year old girl being attracted to a 45 year old, bald, short man. It happens.
When I was 16 years old, I had a heated argument with my mother. In an attempt to get away from her escalating rage, I brushed past her. That was all it took. She picked up the phone and called the cops, telling them I beat her. She lied, without hesitation. By the next day, thanks to my sister, every kid in the neighborhood believed I was a violent thug who assaulted his own mother.
Fast forward to the day my mother and my sister got into one of their infamous battles. They destroyed the living room. The television was smashed. Dishes shattered across the floor. They clawed and punched each other like enemies in a street brawl until they were both on the floor, yanking each other’s hair and bleeding from the face.
I walked into that war zone, stunned. My sister ran out the door like a coward. My mother, the same woman who lied to the police and destroyed my name, sat there in tears and said she felt sorry for my sister. Her excuse? “She’s confused.”
The same sister who beat her bloody got a sympathy pass. No cops were called. No rumors were spread. Not a single word was said to the neighborhood.
Because when a boy makes one wrong move, he’s branded for life. But when a girl causes chaos, she gets coddled, protected, and forgiven like it never happened.
I’ve been single now for 17 years and in that time I’ve saved a mountain of money. But suddenly I feel this overwhelming urge to flush it all away by rescuing a single mother with two or three kids from different fathers.
Yeah, let me sign up to drain my savings paying for kids that aren’t mine. I want to cover their school fees, sports, new shoes, latest gadgets, and family vacations just so I can play daddy without a shred of authority. I want to buy another man’s kid their first car while the biological father pops in twice a month with a check and a smile.
Let me become the unpaid babysitter, the emotional punching bag, and the financial lifeline to a woman who already made her bed with multiple men before me. Let me raise the consequences of other men’s decisions while being told I have no say.
And while I’m at it, I’ll gladly let her crawl into my phone and delete pictures of any female relative she feels threatened by. Doesn’t matter if it’s my cousin in a prom dress or my niece at a pageant. If it’s a female and attractive, it’s gone.
Meanwhile, her ex’s ghost gets a front-row seat in my house. I get to see the proof of his orgasm every single day. He still haunts her, still shapes her mood, still dictates her schedule. I just pay the price.
This is the modern reward for a responsible man. Play hero to someone else’s story and get vilified for expecting respect.
To a woman, a good man is nothing more than a walking ATM. His purpose is to fund her lifestyle, cover her bills, and bankroll her endless list of wants, needs, and desires. His emotions don’t matter. His struggles are irrelevant. His worth is measured by how much he spends and how little he complains.
Snow White Syndrome:
She wants Prince Charming instantly, without earning him, without deserving him. She struts through life like royalty while looking down on the hardworking men beneath her. The so-called dwarves who keep society functioning are invisible to her. They are useful, not lovable.
Sleeping Beauty Syndrome:
She isolates herself, does nothing, contributes nothing, hides from the world, and waits. She doesn’t build a life. She doesn’t seek a partner. She expects some man to magically find her, fix her, and fund her fantasy. Her entire plan is to be rescued from her own laziness. She wants love without effort, reward without risk, and devotion without offering a damn thing in return.
Remember that February 14th is the day that women must show their love to men, because men built the world they live in. Men laid the foundations, erected the structures, installed the power, and made it all work. Men built the houses, the roofs, the walls, the windows, the plumbing, the gas lines, the electricity, the heat, the air conditioning. And when something breaks, it’s men who fix it. Not only do we perform the labor, we pay for the labor too.
Men invented everything they depend on. Cars, planes, boats, jets, radios, TVs, computers, software, phones, the internet. We improve on the work of the men who came before us, pushing the boundaries of strength, speed, and efficiency. Men built the roads, managed the sewage, hauled the garbage, purified the water, and made the power that runs this entire machine. Whether it’s nuclear, hydro, coal, gas or oil, a man engineered it.
Every single day men risk their lives to keep the world turning. We are the ones running into burning buildings, standing between criminals and the public, hanging off steel beams hundreds of feet in the air, hauling cargo across the country, flying the planes, navigating the seas, laying the tracks, and delivering the goods. If you’re safe, fed, and warm tonight, thank a man. Because a man made it happen.
Men do not need to buy roses, write poems, or jump through hoops to prove love. We have already proven it with every drop of sweat, every sleepless night, and every broken bone that made this world livable.
I look at the men in uniform and I thank them. They volunteered to die for strangers, including women who will never appreciate the cost. And yet, they serve with honor and without demand for applause.
Women owe men more than they care to admit. Not worship, but respect. Not indulgence, but acknowledgment. They were handed everything. Rights, freedoms, comforts, protections. All earned by men and gifted to women. They demand more, but they produce nothing. This imbalance is our fault and it must end.
Even Saint Valentine was a man who risked his life for others. He performed marriages illegally, knowing the penalty was death. That sacrifice, like every other male sacrifice, is taken for granted.
Valentine’s Day is not for women to collect. It is for women to give. To recognize the man that built her life and shielded her from ruin.
Say NO to Valentine’s Day until women learn to give back.
I was raised by a single mom that lived in the government projects. She went to all the Women’s Liberation (Women’s Lib) and Feminist Movement meetings with her kids, me and my sister, in tow.
My older sister would constantly provoke and torment me for her own amusement. If I complained to my mom when she got home from work, she would tell me not to bother her. But if I hit my sister back, I got beaten, badly.
By the time I was 14, in 1978, I wasn’t taking that shit anymore. One day she played with me the wrong way one too many times and I knocked her out cold with one punch. She had a fat lip and ran to all the project rats to show it off, calling me an abusive brother.
From that day on, I was a target. Local thugs started chasing me any time they saw me.
I never resorted to violence. That’s not my nature. It takes a hell of a lot to push me that far. The only time I will attack anyone is if they physically attack me first.
Curse me, stare at me, run your mouth all you want, the minute you lay a finger on me, I will be one of the people getting arrested after I’m done with you.
