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Single mothers and married mothers looking to upgrade their husbands will often take their daughters out to socialize. The mother uses her daughter’s presence to attract men while blocking any man who shows more interest in the daughter than in her.
 
Man: “Hey, you two look like sisters.”
 
That kind of line makes the mother tingle inside.
 
Just like a fat, unattractive friend will chase off men interested in her better-looking friend, the mother will run interference for herself. In these situations, a second man is often needed to take one for the team by charming the mother or the chubby friend so the other man can pursue his target.

Let’s face it, women are often drawn to bad men. I have spent a lifetime searching for someone who could be a wife and a loving mother in a stable home. Yet the more love you show, the more disrespect you get.
 
Women will cry over the abusive man who left them, run to your arms for comfort, let you restore them, and then leave you for another abuser. It is like a boxer retreating to the corner between rounds to be patched up, only to step right back into the fight. She uses the man with resources for stability but always goes back to the one who hurts her. She may even tell the next man you were abusive because victimhood has value when it goes unchallenged.
 
I know this too well. Over 24 years of relationships, I have watched women I cared about betray me for abusive men.
 
If you rescue a damsel in distress, care for her, provide for her, and protect her, she will often leave you for another abuser, only to become a damsel in distress again. She enjoys the rescue.
 
I do not drink, smoke, or use drugs. I have never been to prison. I live clean and I have always made sure the women I dated had similar values. Yet many of my exes told me horror stories about abusive, deceptive, and violent men they dated before me. And after we broke up, most went to men even worse.
 
Two of my exes ended up with heroin addicts. Three others, including my ex-wife, chose heavy drinkers. One dated a man already married with two kids, who also had another child with a different woman in his home country. At the same time, he had two women pregnant, one in the Bronx and another in Washington Heights.
 
One ex dated a car thief. I read later in the news that he took her on a joyride in a stolen car. It ended in a high-speed chase on the Long Island Expressway, a crash, and a hospital bed. He was paralyzed. She had multiple broken bones.
 
Another moved in with a felon on parole. Yet another fell under the control of a pimp.
 
People hear this and say, “You picked the wrong women,” or, “Where do you find these women?”
 
My answer is simple: How can anyone predict someone’s future choices? Should I have earned a Ph.D. in human behavior by the age of 19 just to date?
 
This is not just my experience. I have seen the same pattern in the lives of friends, family, coworkers, classmates, and neighbors. It shows up on social media, in YouTube videos, and everywhere else.
 
Corrections officers across the country will tell you most male inmates have children with multiple women who visit them regularly. Some even start new relationships from prison. High-profile violent criminals receive love letters from women all over the world after they are arrested.
 
There is even a trend where women in church prison ministries leave their husbands and children, give up alimony and shared property, and marry inmates serving long sentences or life.

If you put a good woman in front of a man who has slept with a thousand women, he will value her because men judge women by who they are in the present, not by their past. He will protect her, care for her, and see her as something worth keeping.
 
But if you put the best man in front of a woman who has slept with more than five men, she will pick him apart piece by piece. She will focus on every flaw, real or imagined, because women judge men by their ability to measure up to every man she has ever been with. Her mind will compare, her ego will test, and her loyalty will falter the second she feels she can “do better.”
 
Men forgive a woman’s past when they see present value. Women punish a man in the present for not matching the fantasy she built from her past. That is why a man can cherish a woman who has been through hell, but a woman will discard a man who doesn’t measure up to her smallest expectation.

When a man says he can do better, he rolls up his sleeves and gets to work. He grinds through long nights, sacrifices comfort, learns new skills, takes risks, and eats failure for breakfast until he creates something worth respecting. He builds himself from the ground up because he knows no one is coming to save him.
 
When a woman says she can do better, she doesn’t roll up her sleeves, she rolls her eyes and looks for a man who has already built the life she wants to step into. She scans for success someone else has bled for, a lifestyle someone else earned, and positions herself to enjoy the rewards without enduring the process.
 
A man’s “better” comes from what he creates.
 
A woman’s “better” too often comes from who she can attach herself to after the work is already done.

In my relentless search to understand why men and women often clash at the deepest levels, I sought out experts. Psychiatrists, therapists, educated men and women with years of study behind them. Yet every explanation they offered felt incomplete, shallow, or conveniently sidestepped the brutal truth.
 
Then I began meeting weekly with a minister to discuss the nature of relationships between men and women. Week after week, we explored the tension between the sexes, the repeated failures, the cycles of attraction and disappointment. One day, as our session ended, he looked me in the eye and said, “The first commandment is the hardest to follow.”
 
The first commandment, Exodus 20:3:“Thou shalt have no other gods before me.”
 
I left puzzled. I had never bowed to Zeus, Apollo, Thor, or Aphrodite. I did not worship idols. Why would this matter to my question?
 
It took time, weeks of reflection, before the truth hit me: we make gods out of each other.
 
The old saying, Never meet your heroes, explains it. When you meet them, they rarely match the perfect image in your mind. The higher you elevate them, the further they fall when reality sets in.
 
Parents who idolize their children, treating them as incapable of wrongdoing, cripple them. They remove discipline, they erase boundaries, and they feed a delusion that only gods are flawless.
 
In relationships, men often turn women into goddesses. They worship beauty, charm, and allure, ignoring the warnings, the flaws, the evidence in front of them. They sacrifice their standards to keep her on a pedestal. When reality breaks through and the goddess bleeds like anyone else, the man feels betrayed, not by her actions, but by the collapse of the image he built.
 
Women do the same but with sharper judgment. They dream up a godlike man who is a provider, protector, redeemer, and savior all in one. He must be a fountain of happiness, love, attention, and security. The moment he falters, misses a beat, shows a flaw, has a bad day, he is stripped of divinity and cast aside. Boyfriends, fiancés, husbands, all replaced because no mortal man can meet divine expectations.
 
We are not built to worship each other, yet we do it constantly. And when the gods we invent fail to perform miracles, we do not forgive them, we crucify them.

She Will Test You Until You Two Break Up
 
• She will test your strength to no end.
 
• She will endlessly search for your weak points and exploit them.
 
• She will poke holes in your armor.
 
• She will place obstacles in your path.
 
• She will create roadblocks to your goals.
 
• She will cry that you are not putting her first.
 
• She will add problems to your day.
 
• She will add drama to your hard day.
 
• She will complain that you are not doing enough for her.
 
•• If you accept her as she is, then you are too weak for her liking and she will search for another provider.
 
•• If you correct her, then you are abusive, and she will seek out another provider.
 
•• If you walk away from this abusive behavior, then you are the one who could not handle her.
 
Like one woman once told me, “You are not supposed to trust me, only love me.”

Eighty percent of divorces are initiated by the woman, and the percentage is even higher with non-married couples.
 
Now imagine if the rules were reversed. If filing for divorce meant she had to pay alimony to him, surrender custody of the children to him, and pay him child support every month for the next 18 years.
 
That statistic would collapse overnight. Divorce filings by women would plummet because suddenly it would not be an escape to freedom, it would be a financial and emotional prison of her own making. The vast majority of women who now walk out at the first sign of discomfort would instead fight to keep the relationship together, not out of love, but to avoid the crushing cost of losing everything.
 
The truth is, divorce is easy for women because the system rewards it. Reverse the rewards, and you reverse the numbers.

I have asked this one question to many women who have been single for a while, and 99% of them answered, “Yes.”
 
The question is:
“If you knew that the last man in your life would be the last man in your life, would you have treated him better?”
 
When they said “Yes,” they admitted without realizing it that they had mistreated him. They admitted they took him for granted, disrespected him, or pushed him away thinking there would always be another man waiting in the wings.
 
That single answer exposes the entitlement. They assumed men were an endless resource. Only when time and options ran out did they look back and realize they had destroyed the one relationship that mattered. By then, it was too late.

What Women Do
 
• Cry
• Lie
• Talk
• Want
• Shame
• Accuse
• Bicker
• Provoke
• Complain
• Gaslight
• Manipulate
• Throw tantrum
• Reject Accountability
 
What Men Do
 
• Build
• Provide
• Protect
• Instruct
• Repair
• Invent
• Formulate teams

• In high school, you dismissed your male classmates, chasing gang members, drug addicts, and drug dealers.
 
• In college, you continued to look down on your male peers, seeking out married men and other unreliable options.
 
• You placed men you did not like in the friend zone and rejected good men, claiming they were “too nice.”
 
• You married and divorced men not because of irreconcilable differences, but because you grew bored or magnified their flaws.
 
• You expected men to pursue you while you played hard to get, only to pressure them into commitment before ending the relationship yourself.
 
• You went out with men you did not even like, simply because they offered you dinner, a night out, or a vacation.
 
• You ended every relationship, whether boyfriend, engagement, or marriage, always finding a reason to walk away.
 
• You used the legal system, police, lawyers, and judges, to strip as much money as possible from the men you once promised to love “until death do us part.”
 
• You alienated your children from their father, the most important man in their lives.
 
Now, as your children grow older, you fantasize about Prince Charming rescuing you and funding the rest of your life, but you are left with only memories of men you never truly cared for.
 
You demand that every man invest in you from the very first date under the illusion of building a future, only to walk away once you have extracted what you wanted. Many men have invested in you, and you left them all. Now, you expect a man you have never met to provide you with luxuries for the rest of your life, while you offer no genuine interest in building a meaningful bond.
 
When a man judges your situation, multiple children from multiple fathers, you deflect with “Nobody’s perfect,” “Don’t judge me,” or “People make mistakes.” But did you not judge the men in your past for being less than perfect? Were you forgiving of their mistakes?
 
Do you truly want your daughters to follow in your footsteps, raising multiple children from multiple men?
 
Do you want your son’s children taken from him, forcing you to visit your grandchildren in another man’s home?

I was working on securing a contract with a new company that had shown interest in my services. After some initial back-and-forth, they suddenly stopped responding.
 
Weeks later, their secretary texted me, and we arranged to meet at a local TGI Fridays near their office. We sat down, ordered drinks, and she hinted that she could be influential in getting my contract approved, but she wanted a monetary incentive. I agreed. She then asked if she could order a cheap appetizer. I said yes. When it arrived, she smiled and said how easy she was to please, calling the dish a true delight.
 
I paid the bill, and she promised to contact me soon.
 
A week later, she sent me a link to a restaurant’s website. This place was on a sprawling estate with horse-drawn carriages, a marble staircase to the dining area, a grand piano, wandering violinists, and an over-the-top five-course menu with absurdly expensive wines.
 
I asked why she sent it. She said it was her favorite restaurant. I commented, “You must go there often to like it so much.” She replied, “You’re not catching my hint. Do I need to spell it out for you? I want you to take me here if you want my boss to accept your bid. You need to make me like you for this to happen.”
 
That’s when it became clear she had no real influence at all. She just wanted someone to drop piles of money on her. I texted back, “I don’t know how to make anyone like me. If I could, I’d make a hot model like me, not someone like you.”
 
She never contacted me again, and I never wondered why.

I have spoken to many women about relationships, both casually and in a counseling setting. No matter the context, this ever-elusive state of “happy” seems to dominate the concerns of the modern woman. Here are actual examples of what I have heard:
 
Her: I divorced him because he could not make me happy.
 
Me: What makes you happy?
 
Her: I do not know what makes me happy, but it is his job to find out.
 
Her: I never said I marry bad men. Both of my ex-husbands were really good men, they just never knew how to make me happy.
 
Me: Why do you keep breaking up with these men?
 
Her: None of them know how to make me happy.
 
Me: Have you ever thought the problem is that you are not happy?
 
Her: You hate women.
 
Me: I am never dating again. I am not going to be an ATM for someone who will point out every fault she sees in me while expecting me to fund everything she desires. I am not doing that again.
 
Her: Who hurt you? Not all women are the same. You need to find your happiness. You need to keep trying to find a girlfriend until you find your happiness. You need to know you have the right to be happy.
 
Her: I do not care how many times I have to marry and divorce, I am going to keep doing this until I find my happiness.

A woman wants to catch the biggest and tastiest fish without owning a pole, line, hook, reel, or lure. She will not step near a lake, pond, creek, or river. She expects the fish to find her, pursue her, and convince her to take him, all while she hides away in a mountain cabin waiting for her meal to leap into her frying pan.
 
Just like Sleeping Beauty, she hides in the woods expecting someone to come to her. A woman initiates nothing but breakups and divorces, yet still believes the best will somehow arrive at her doorstep without effort, risk, or pursuit on her part.

I had a girlfriend who went to an out of state college after we had been dating for almost eight months. We had known each other for a year before we started the relationship. I had already been in college for two years but dropped out a year before she began. I asked her if she wanted to end things when she left, but she said no. During her first year away, I visited her every month, and she even convinced me to restart my education at her college.
 
I applied, got accepted, and was set to start in September. At the end of her semester, we found an apartment together for the new school year. I paid the first month’s rent and the deposit for both of us.
 
That summer was great, we spent time together and talked about our future living together while attending school.
 
When September came, we packed and prepared to move. Out of nowhere, she called me from our apartment, saying she had arrived early to get it ready.
 
Two days later, I arrived to find the locks changed. She came to the door wearing another man’s shirt and handed me an envelope with the money I had paid for rent and deposit. She told me it was time to break up.
 
Inside, a shirtless man sat drinking beer and watching TV. My first reaction was rage, I wanted to lash out, but growing up in a rough neighborhood taught me that violence would not fix anything.
 
Now I was in a new city on the first day of school with nowhere to stay. I found a last minute spot in an expensive dorm across the street. I stayed there for a year and never saw her again.

Regardless of her age, marital status, or social standing, a woman will not give her love to a man unless he surpasses her in status and income. She will expect him to take on even her most basic responsibilities without question. You will often hear her say, “He is not making me happy,” placing the entire weight of her happiness on his shoulders as if her emotional state is his lifelong assignment. She sees him as a provider by default and believes it is his duty to ensure her comfort, her lifestyle, and her sense of fulfillment. In her mind, a man’s primary purpose is to pay the bills for another full grown adult.
 
It does not matter if she has one child or several from previous relationships, she assumes any man stepping into her life should want to provide for them as if they were his own. In her mind, his main role is not to build a partnership but to financially support her and another man’s offspring without complaint.
 
When she finds such a man, she will often push for marriage, not out of deep love, but to secure a lifelong contract binding him to her needs. The moment he legally commits, the dynamic shifts. Affection can fade, appreciation can vanish, and her energy turns to highlighting his flaws, whether they exist or not. Divorce then becomes a profitable exit strategy, a way to cash out on the man she once claimed to cherish.
 
Any man who obeys her every demand is not, in her mind, a “real man.” The irony is that any man who refuses to be her personal provider gets branded with the exact same insult. In her world, a man only earns respect when he sacrifices himself entirely for her benefit, and even then, it is never enough.

She rejects, mocks, and ridicules any man who approaches her, yet she depends on those approaches to feed her self-worth. Every glance, every compliment, every attempt to connect is validation that she still has value. The more men approach, the more powerful she feels. The irony is that she will even reject men she finds attractive, because turning them down boosts her sense of superiority. Her ego swells with every dismissal.
 
She hides behind predictable routines of home, work, and school, waiting for her perfect Prince Charming to seek her out, discover her, and rescue her from her own monotony. She refuses to initiate any form of relationship, convincing herself that making the first move would mean forcing something that is not “meant to be.”
 
In social settings, even when she has her eye on a man in the room, she refuses to act directly. Instead, she adjusts her clothes, flips her hair, and shifts her posture in a silent plea for attention. She treats these subtle gestures as effort, expecting him to notice, approach, and pursue. If no one does, she leaves the event irritated, blaming men for not “stepping up.”
 
She will even avoid eye contact or any gesture that might make her interest obvious. And if, by some rare chance, the man she desires approaches her and initiates contact, she still finds a reason to reject him. Maybe he spoke too soon, waited too long, stood too close, or said the wrong words. No matter the reason, she frames it as proof that he did not approach her the “right way,” preserving her throne while keeping every man beneath it.

• She does not want to be a girlfriend.
• She does not want to be a fiancée.
• She does not want to be a wife.
• She does not want to be a mother.
• She wants to be a bride.
 
• She does not want to be married.
• She only wants a wedding.
 
• She does not want a boyfriend.
• She does not want a man.
• She does not want a husband.
• She does not want a father for her kids.
• She only wants a provider.
 
• She does not want a man to love her.
• She wants a never-ending stream of men to praise and compliment her while giving her endless attention and an endless flow of men pursuing her.
• She does not want to have a family.
• She does not even want to have kids.
• She does not even want to work.
• She only wants multiple streams of income in the form of child support from multiple providers while being the center of attention in family court as a judge with higher status than the men she chose gets dominated and controlled to her delight and benefit.
 
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I wrote the above and sent it out to several of my male friends. They all laughed, and some even replied that they knew a few women who fall into this line of thought.
 
hen I started to send this out to a few of my female friends. They all responded with, “Not ALL girls are like that.”
 
One woman, who had been married for 40 years and had grandkids, took it upon herself to call me in order to berate me and correct my evil and misogynistic ways.
 
She called, and the first words out of her mouth were, “Not ALL girls are like that.”
 
I replied, “I was not writing about ALL women. I started all lines with ‘She,’ not ‘All women.’”
 
Noticing her mistake, she paused for a moment and said, “But you made it seem like all women want that.”
 
I corrected her immediately. “I did not make it seem that all women were like that. I wrote that about one girl. I did not make it seem like anything. It was you who manipulated and misinterpreted it in a way that demonized me and victimized ALL women. I am not responsible for how you interpret my writings. You are mad at me for your own thoughts based on how you see the world. I did not make you mad, you got angry on your own.”
 
She immediately said, “You could have written that in a better way.”
 
I asked her, “How could I write that in a better way? Please tell me. I am willing to hear you out so I can correct my evil ways and write something you think is better. Please give me some pointers on how to become a better writer.”
 
She simply said, “You just could have written it better.”
 
I countered, “How could I have written this better? I do not know a better way to write what I have just written. I need some clue on how to better my writing.”
 
With that, she hung up the phone, but before she did, she uttered her final judgment: “You hate ALL women.”

How much money does a man need to make before you even consider loving him?
 
How much will your son have to earn just to be tolerated by a woman who measures his worth in dollars instead of character?
 
How fat does a man’s wallet have to be before you decide your daughter is safe in his hands, not because of who he is, but because of what he can buy?

So many times over the years, I have heard women spit out the words “not a real man” toward any man who refuses to bend, break, and submit to their immediate wants. They use it as a weapon, a way to shame men into compliance. But if we are going to talk about what “real” is, then it is time to lay down what makes a real woman.
 
• A real woman is feminine, not a cheap imitation of masculinity.
 
• A real woman smiles, because her energy lifts her family, it does not drain it.
 
• A real woman keeps her family together instead of threatening to destroy it when she does not get her way.
 
• A real woman is grateful and thankful to her husband for what he provides, instead of treating his efforts as bare minimum requirements.
 
• A real woman is intelligent, not just educated, but wise enough to know how to keep a man and raise a family.
 
• A real woman is calming, not chaotic.
 
• A real woman takes responsibility for her own happiness instead of demanding a man hand-deliver it to her.
 
• A real woman is the pride of her family, not the shame whispered about at reunions.
 
• A real woman is beautiful at any age because she values self-respect over self-exposure.
 
• A real woman is not masculine, because competing with her man is not the same as loving him.
 
• A real woman turns a man’s house into a loving home instead of a place he dreads walking into.
 
• A real woman wipes the tears off her husband’s face and does not belittle him for showing human emotion.
 
• A real woman holds high standards for her own actions instead of policing everyone else’s.
 
• A real woman is her man’s support, not his burden.
 
• A real woman does not get divorced as a shortcut to “finding herself.”
 
• A real woman does not have a body count over one, because she understands her value is not in being passed around.
 
• A real woman does not cheat on her husband, period.
 
• A real woman does not plot against her husband like he is the enemy.
 
• A real woman does not yell, scream, or hit when she is angry, because self-control is not optional.
 
• A real woman is the source of her man’s peace and comfort, not the reason he hides in the garage to avoid her.
 
• A real woman does not throw temper tantrums like a child.
 
• A real woman does not fake ailments for attention.
 
• A real woman does not crave attention, because she knows her worth without needing a crowd.
 
• A real woman does not threaten to tear apart her own family to win an argument.
 
• A real woman does not turn her children against their father for revenge.
 
• A real woman does not manipulate, shame, or test the people she claims to love.
 
• A real woman does not crave status symbols like overpriced clothes or jewelry to feel important.
 
• A real woman does not blame others for her own poor choices.
 
• A real woman does not whine or complain her way through life.
 
• A real woman does not need makeup to be beautiful, because beauty is built on character.
 
• A real woman does not cover herself in tattoos to appear edgy.
 
• A real woman does not carve herself up with surgeries to impress strangers.
 
• A real woman does not drink, smoke, or take drugs to escape reality.
 
• A real woman does not beg for validation from anyone outside her home.
 
• A real woman does not need a degree to prove her worth, because her value is not tied to a title.
 
• A real woman does not weaponize her status against her husband.
 
• A real woman is not jealous or insecure, because she is confident in the role she has built.
 
• A real woman does not measure her husband’s love in gifts or money, but in the loyalty, sacrifice, and dedication she gives him in return.
 
When was the last time you saw one? For most men today, the answer is simple, never.

Today, a woman who knew my writings decided to confront me about my views on women. She asked why I only wrote about bad women and never about the good ones. I asked her where I could find one of these good women. She pointed at herself with both thumbs and said, “Me.”
 
I started asking questions. She told me she had been married for six years and had two children, a 12 year old boy and a 9 year old girl. I immediately realized she had been married before and asked why she divorced her first husband. She claimed he never worked. But after digging deeper, I found out that her first husband had actually worked two jobs. Her real complaint was that he did not make enough money for her liking. She also admitted she refused to work because she believed providing was a man’s job.
 
I pointed out that in her second marriage she was now working, the very thing she refused to do in her first marriage. She did not like hearing that.
 
I asked how she met her second husband. She said they met and hit it off right away. I pressed further, asking if she had been looking for a replacement while still married to her first husband. She admitted she had. I asked if she secured her second husband before leaving her first. She said yes, without the slightest hesitation, as if there was nothing wrong with it.
 
Then I asked if she was currently looking for a replacement for her second husband. She acted shocked and demanded to know why I would ask that. I repeated the question. She said she loved her current husband. I told her it would have been easier to answer “yes” or “no” rather than dodge the question twice. I told her I would take her non-answer as a “yes.”
 
I asked if she wanted her son to marry a woman and raise another man’s children. She said, “No,” without hesitation. When I asked why, she said it was a terrible deal. So I asked how she felt about her second husband accepting the exact same terrible deal from her. Her face went red.
 
Then I hit her harder: “Do you want your son’s future wife to declare that he’s not doing enough, find a new man, and have him raise your future grandchildren so you can visit them in another man’s home?” She tensed up but kept her composure because she was at her place of business. She insisted that would never happen because her son is a great kid.
 
I reminded her that boys often seek out women like their mothers, so she should not be too confident.
 
Finally, I asked if she wanted her daughter to actively look for a replacement husband once she got married. That is when she got up and walked away.
 
I never judged her. I never insulted her. I just asked questions. She got angry because I made her look in a mirror, and she did not like the reflection staring back at her.

The average woman gets approached over a hundred times a month, online, at work, in public, on dating apps, in DMs, on the street. Men constantly throw compliments, attention, offers, and resources at her feet. From that endless stream of options, she gets to handpick who she gives her time, her body, and her future to.
 
She does not settle for an equal. She chooses the man who is better than her, more stable, more attractive, more successful. She targets the top tier man and then pressures him to marry her, because no man wakes up dreaming about signing a one sided lifelong contract that only benefits her. Men do not fantasize about weddings or commitment, they get dragged into it, manipulated by ultimatums, pregnancy traps, or emotional blackmail.
 
From the start, she holds every single card.She decides when to date. She decides who to sleep with. She decides whether to use birth control. She decides whether to take Plan B. She decides whether to have an abortion. She decides whether to keep the baby. She even decides whether the father gets to be in that child’s life at all. Family court will hand her the final say on everything, even if he is a great father. To the system, he is just an accessory to her decision.
 
And yet, when it all falls apart, when she is single with kids, broke, bitter, and alone, it is never her fault. It is always “he left,” “he changed,” or “men ain’t shit.” She had thousands of opportunities to get it right, thousands of men chasing her, and the power to vet, delay, protect, or abort. But when it blows up, she plays the victim.
 
She will claim she is powerless, but she had full reproductive control. She will claim men do not step up, but she picked the wrong men. She will claim she was tricked, but she controlled every single checkpoint from start to finish.
 
This is the modern scam, she has every choice, but accepts none of the blame.It is not that women are powerless, they are shielded from accountability. Empowered to choose, entitled to complain, and excused when their choices explode.
 
That is not oppression, that is unchecked power.

There is a deep rooted, institutionalized hatred for men in today’s culture, and the moment you dare to call it out, you are branded a misogynist. Women are systematically trained, through TV shows, movies, music, and talk shows, to distrust, belittle, and despise men at every level. From childhood, they are spoon fed a narrative that men are disposable, abusive, or useless, unless of course they need something. Then suddenly, a man becomes valuable for a moment, whether it is protection, money, attention, or emotional labor. But once that need is filled, he is tossed aside like a used napkin. Men are no longer seen as human beings, they are tools, temporary utilities in a woman’s emotional and financial toolbox, to be picked up when convenient and thrown away when they are not.
 
A man is expected to jump in front of a bullet, but keep his mouth shut when he is being emotionally gutted. He is expected to pay for dinner, even if he goes home alone. He is expected to provide, but never complain. He is expected to protect, but never be protected. His pain is mocked, his struggles ignored, and his worth measured only by what he can offer a woman in the moment. The second he stops being a benefit, he is labeled weak, toxic, or insecure.
 
When a woman cries in public, the world stops to comfort her. When a man cries, he is told to man up. When a woman is broke, people rush to help. When a man is broke, he is called a loser. When a woman vents, she is “empowered.” When a man vents, he is “bitter.” This double standard is not just obvious, it is celebrated. Even in the courtroom, a woman can destroy a man financially, lie without evidence, and walk away with half his income, full custody, and public sympathy. The man is left treated like a criminal simply for existing after she no longer wants him.
 
Men have been reduced to temporary solutions for permanent female desires. Need help moving? Call a man. Need a bill paid? Call a man. Need someone to listen to you cry? Call a man. But once the emotions are soothed, the rent is paid, and the crisis has passed, he disappears again. He is invisible. Disposable. Until the next need arises.
 
The worst part is that most men have been conditioned to accept this treatment without question. They are told this is what strength looks like. This is what a “real man” does. Be silent. Be useful. Die quietly. Society values a man only for what he gives, never for who he is. And the rare few who speak out are mocked, shamed, and accused of hating women simply for telling the truth.
 
This is not bitterness, it is clarity. The system is not broken, it is functioning exactly as it was designed, to exploit men while erasing their humanity. And the longer men stay silent, the more this exploitation becomes the norm.

Good guys finish first because they refuse to carry the dead weight of a woman’s endless demands, emotional chaos, manufactured crises, tantrums, guilt trips, backhanded insults, fake tears, and psychological warfare. They rise because they are not wasting their lives pandering to a bottomless pit of neediness, entitlement, and manipulation. They move forward without being chained to someone who drains their energy, poisons their peace, and sabotages their progress. They win because they understand that walking alone is better than crawling under the weight of someone who only takes.

For many women who grow up without a father in the home, the idea of the perfect man starts taking shape in their early teens. Movies, television, books, and traits they admire in people around them become the blueprint. The image is not based on one real man, but on a patchwork of qualities, charm, confidence, looks, status, humor, all stitched together into one idealized figure.
 
Over time, she fine tunes this fantasy. She adds traits, sharpens details, and upgrades the picture until her version of Prince Charming feels real in her mind. This man is no longer just a vague daydream, he becomes her destiny, the one who is supposed to find her.
 
But she does not go looking for him. She convinces herself that searching would ruin the “meant to be” moment. Instead, she waits. When men approach her, she rejects most of them, sometimes even men she finds attractive. She tells herself she is testing them. She wants to see persistence, as if enduring rejection is proof of worthiness.
 
This fantasy is built over years, shaped by flashes of influence, a smile from an actor, the ambition of a fictional hero, the voice of a singer. She collects what she likes, discards what she does not, and keeps refining the standard. Eventually, she starts judging real men against this impossible model and refuses to settle for anything less.
 
When she dates men who fall short of the fantasy, she treats them as placeholders. They are not “the one,” they are stopgaps, temporary providers of emotional comfort, financial help, or convenience. She calls it “survival mode,” but in truth, the fantasy is untouched and waiting in the background.
 
This mismatch poisons the relationship. She grows cold, critical, and emotionally withdrawn. She complains to friends but leaves her partner confused about why her affection has dried up. Beneath it is resentment, resentment toward him for not being her dream, resentment toward herself for compromising, and resentment toward the fact that he believes in the fake version of her she has been acting out.
 
Her affection becomes strategy, not love. She plays nice when it serves her, but it is calculated. When she meets men who treat her well, she mistrusts them, calling them “too nice.” This is projection, she assumes they are pretending because she has been pretending.
 
If someone appears who seems closer to the fantasy, she shifts. The act with her current man crumbles. She becomes distant and harsh. This is not a sudden change, it is the unmasking of how little she was invested from the start. Her energy and attention move toward the new possibility.
 
She expects total commitment from a man, but rarely gives the same. She waits until she feels secure that he is fully invested, then she relaxes her loyalty and begins scanning for upgrades. Her attachment is conditional, based on being chosen, not on choosing him in return.
 
When she says a man has “potential,” she does not mean career or intellect. She means potential to be molded into the man she has invented in her mind. She will influence, manipulate, and test to try and shape him into that role.
 
If the roles are reversed, and a man says she has potential, she takes offense. She hears it as proof that she is not already perfect. It rattles her self image.
 
The older she gets, the more the gap between reality and fantasy widens. By her forties or fifties, the fantasy has been so polished and refined that no real man can compete with it. At that point, she is chasing a ghost she created.
 
It is the same as a young man working entry level jobs while training for a career in law, each job is a stepping stone. Except in her case, the “career” is a man who may not even exist outside her imagination. And every real relationship in her life was nothing more than another stepping stone toward a man who only lives in her head.

• Stop competing with men on every level.
 
• Stop being combative.
 
• Stop constantly testing men.
 
• Stop faking ailments for attention.
 
• Stop speaking in hints.
 
• Stop creating drama.
 
• Stop acting immature.
 
• Stop playing the victim.
 
• Stop telling others private details about your life with your husband.
 
• Stop putting yourself in dangerous situations and expecting men to save you.
 
• Stop questioning our every move.
 
• Stop focusing on our flaws while ignoring your own.
 
• Stop using double standards.
 
• Stop expecting us to read your mind.
 
• Stop treating us like projects to fix.
 
• Stop withholding affection as a manipulation tactic.
 
• Stop comparing us to other men.
 
• Stop assuming the worst about our intentions.
 
• Stop making everything a power struggle.
 
• Stop belittling our interests and hobbies.
 
• Stop bringing up past arguments to win current ones.
 
• Stop expecting us to be perfect while accepting flaws in yourself.
 
• Stop dismissing our feelings just because we express them differently.