This morning I saw my neighbor pushing his wife in a wheelchair to get some air and have lunch. For over 30 years, I’ve been paying attention. I’ve counted. I’ve watched men push their wives in wheelchairs countless times. But in all that time, I’ve only seen one woman push her husband in a wheelchair. One.
Back in 1990, I met a woman who bathed, fed, and clothed her ailing husband until the day he died. She was 81 years old, still caring for the man she married when they were just teenagers. That was loyalty. That was commitment. Not words. Actions.
Today, women say “We married too young” as their excuse to walk away. They say they outgrew him. They say they’re finding themselves. But when I hear that, I think about that 81-year-old woman. She didn’t run when things got hard. She stayed. She didn’t outgrow her vows. She lived them.
When I see women filing for divorce the moment their husband loses his job, it turns my stomach. They took the vows for better or worse, but they only meant for better. The second worse shows up, they’re gone.
So what benefits do men have getting married today? You risk your income, your home, your kids, your peace. You give everything and get told you’re still not enough. The loyalty is gone. The reciprocity is gone. Marriage has become a contract where the man signs up to give and the woman reserves the right to leave with half.
That’s the deal men are being offered now. And it’s no deal at all.
Women want to be wanted. But want without resistance is meaningless to them. That’s why women play hard to get. It’s not a strategy for finding a better man. It’s a tactic for making a man desire them more.
In their minds, forbidden fruit is sweeter. If something is too easy to have, it loses value. So women create their own barriers. They withhold, delay, and complicate. Not because they want to be left alone, but because they want to be chased.
By making themselves forbidden, they control the narrative. They force a man to prove his worth. They make him invest emotionally, mentally, and materially. The harder she is to get, the more valuable she seems. It’s an illusion of scarcity, designed to inflate her importance.
But here’s the truth, the game is not about finding love. The game is about feeding her ego. She wants to be wanted so badly, she will manufacture reasons to be untouchable, just to feel the weight of a man’s pursuit.
The paradox is simple. A woman wants to be wanted, but not given to. She wants to be chased, but never caught. Because the moment she is caught, the illusion of being forbidden vanishes, and with it, the thrill of being desired.
Women hate men so deeply that they will remove the father from the child’s life just to monopolize the child’s love. These women don’t raise children to nurture them, they raise them to receive unconditional affection, to have someone who will never abandon them. The mother demands full control of that love, and she will not tolerate the child loving the father more. That is why many women file for divorce the moment the child starts to prefer dad. Fathers are fun, engaging, and emotionally generous. They play, they wrestle, they laugh. That kind of joy threatens a mother’s grip. No mother has ever made her child laugh the way a father can.
Women hate men because the media, the movies, and the endless propaganda tells them to. The culture reinforces the narrative that men are disposable. That is why single motherhood is at epidemic levels. That is why 80 percent of divorces are initiated by women. It is not about safety, it is about power and control.
Women carry hatred in their hearts for men because no man can satisfy their shifting demands. The bar is always raised, the expectations never stop growing. It is not about love, it is about dominance.
A woman says she wants a king but only so she can enslave him. If he obeys her, she loses all respect. If he doesn’t, she cries abuse. Her version of abuse is not getting her way. Just like a spoiled child screaming because she cannot eat candy for dinner.
A woman is a legal child. Protected by the state, insulated from accountability, and funded by the men she demonizes. She looks for a replacement parent, not a partner. A man to feed her, clothe her, house her, and shield her from the consequences of her own recklessness.
When a woman demands a provider, she does not mean food and shelter. She means a man who gives her everything she imagines she deserves. Her comfort, her convenience, her fantasy. “I’m not happy” is not a statement, it is an order. “Make me happy, now, or I will ruin your life and call it empowerment.”
Women do not rely on analytical reasoning to make most of their choices. If analytical thinking were their strength, we would see them dominating in fields like software development, mechanical engineering, mathematics, and physics. But they don’t. According to the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics, women make up less than 20 percent of software developers and less than 10 percent of mechanical engineers. Not because of discrimination, because of disinterest and inability to engage in abstract systems level thinking for sustained periods.
Instead of calculating value based on merit or logic, most women rely on social proof. That’s why a man with a wedding ring is instantly more attractive. Not because of anything he says or does, but because another woman has already done the thinking for her. That ring signals he’s a provider, a protector, and possibly good in bed. In reality, it just means he’s already been screened and validated by another woman. That’s all it takes.
The same man alone in a club is invisible. Surrounded by beautiful women, he becomes irresistible. Nothing changed about him. Only their perception of what others think of him changed. This is herd thinking. And it’s not rare. It’s constant. You see it at every level, friends, family, coworkers, celebrities, politicians. The moment a man gains female attention, more women follow. They don’t investigate who he is. They imitate what others have already approved.
Even men with multiple baby mamas, clear evidence of poor decision making, get labeled as desirable. Why? Because women interpret multiple partners as proof of value. They ignore the dysfunction and chase the signal. A man who is clearly irresponsible is seen as high status simply because others have chosen him.
Women do not have to think when another woman has already done it for them. That is the core of the attraction. Not logic. Not depth. Just the illusion of value based on external validation.
Women do not carry love in their hearts for men. What they carry is utility, what they carry is calculation. Their loyalty ends the moment his usefulness fades. The only bond they protect is the one with their children, and even that is poisoned. When a child’s love drifts toward the father, the mother does not celebrate it, she resents it. She sees her child’s affection as competition. And because the state has given her the weapon, she uses it. She ejects the father, she poisons the child against him, and she rewrites history so that she wears the mask of victimhood.
This is not a mistake. It is the design. Modern society rewards betrayal. Women are handed incentives to break homes, to destroy marriages, to bleed men dry. Courts do not punish them for tearing apart a family, they reward them. They hand them the house. They hand them the children. They hand them the power. A man who worked his whole life is stripped down to a wallet and chained by law to the very woman who destroyed him.
Understand this: her family does not matter to her. Her legacy does not matter to her. The well-being of her lineage has no meaning to her. A woman lives for the short term. Men build legacies, women dream of happy endings. She has hopes, she has dreams, but she has no plans. Her devotion is not to stability, not to growth, not to building greatness for her bloodline. Her devotion is only to her feelings. Empowerment is just a feeling. Victimhood is just a feeling. Everything is emotion, and her power lies in manipulating others into feeling sorry for her or feeling for her.
You never hear a woman mapping out a plan to teach her family discipline, strength, or how to be great. No. She latches on to men who already carry greatness, and when she has drained what she can from them, she lets go. And the cycle never ends. After marriage and divorce, she latches on to men who will co-sign her bad behavior. She latched on to a man who sacrificed, now she will latch on to a man who destroys her.
But make no mistake, she must have a provider. If there is no man left to latch onto, she will groom her own children to play that role. She will shame them, guilt them, and train them into being her personal drones. The boy becomes the stand in husband, the girl becomes the emotional servant. Their futures are sacrificed so that their mother can maintain her comfort.
This is the reality: divorce is not a sad ending. It is a weapon. It is legalized betrayal dressed up as empowerment. Women exit marriages not because of cruelty or oppression, but because they are restless and unsatisfied. And when they leave, they drag the man through public humiliation, financial execution, and personal ruin.
A man’s worth is not measured by his loyalty, his labor, his sacrifices, or his devotion. None of that matters. To her, his value exists only in what can be extracted, his money, his assets, his future. She does not see the man who loved her, who built a life for her, who fathered her children. She sees only a provider to drain, discard, and replace.
This is the truth no one is supposed to say out loud: women have turned marriage into a trap, family into a battlefield, children into weapons, and men into prey.
If men want to survive in this system, they must stop pretending women are innocent in divorce. Call it what it is: betrayal. When a woman leaves her marriage, point it out. When she divorces her husband, shame her for it. Use the same weapon women have mastered for centuries: shame.
For too long men have been silent. Women shame men for being broke, for being short, for being inexperienced, for being “not enough.” Meanwhile, men sit quietly while women walk away from marriages, tear families apart, and still get celebrated as victims. That silence must end.
And here is the brutal truth every man needs to face: if a woman will betray the man she promised to love, if she will betray the father of her own children, if she will break up her own family, then what do you think she is going to do to you? She has no covenant with you. She has no covenant before God. She has no covenant before her family. She is rogue. She destroyed her family over some imperfection she saw. What do you think she will do to you? She has nothing for you.
Single mothers are living proof that she is a man hater with not a single forgiving bone in her body. In her story it was always his fault, yet it was never her fault for spreading her legs for him in the first place. She will hate the most important man in her child’s life and then go hunting for a strange man to replace him, a man she barely knows, a man who could very well be the worst possible choice for that child’s safety.
If she claims he was abusive, remember, an ass kicking does not fall from the sky for no reason, or she simply chose him because he was a bad boy and that is what she wanted.
If she says he was a substance abuser, odds are he was getting high right in front of her from the beginning and she stayed because she wanted the chaos. She likes the bad boys, the dysfunction, the danger, and the drama that comes with it.
She should be shamed and ridiculed at every level, the way society once did before weakness became a virtue. Now she is praised and exalted, paraded as some kind of hero for raising a child without a man, when in reality she is the one who chose the disaster that made her a single mother in the first place. And if she wants that praise, all she has to do is call a lawyer, file the papers, and divorce you without cause.
This is not strength. This is not empowerment. This is the celebration of irresponsibility dressed up as independence.
We all know the feminist myth that women make 77 cents to a man’s dollar. The reason behind that gap is simple, women refuse to take on the hard, dirty, dangerous jobs that men do. You will rarely see women lining up to become mechanics, plumbers, electricians, painters, drywall installers, carpenters, roofers, truck drivers, miners, or any other labor-intensive, high-risk profession.
But there are industries where women not only participate, but dominate, earning far more than their male counterparts doing the exact same job.
Here are the lines of work where women out-earn men:
1. Models – The top female fashion models make tens of millions, with some reaching $377 million, while the top male model barely scrapes past $1.5 million.
2. Pornography – Female adult performers command higher pay, more exposure, and dominate the revenue in the industry, while male performers are often seen as disposable.
3. Strippers – Strip clubs and gentlemen’s clubs are flooded with women earning thousands a night. Male strippers are a rare novelty and don’t come close in earnings.
4. Waitresses / Bartenders – Attractive women in these roles pull in far more in tips than their male counterparts, especially in nightlife and upscale venues.
5. Childcare – Though not glamorous, women dominate this field and, in private arrangements like nannies and au pairs, can command premium rates over men.
6. Nursing – In certain specialties, female nurses are preferred and often offered better scheduling and client-facing roles, translating into better compensation packages.
7. Real Estate Sales – Women in real estate often out-earn men through networking, leveraging social charm, and client preference for female agents.
8. Spouse – Marriage itself is a financial arrangement where women can secure lifelong financial support, even after divorce, through alimony and child support, regardless of their contribution to the marriage.
9. Doctor – In specific fields like dermatology, pediatrics, and obstetrics, female doctors can out-earn male counterparts due to patient preferences and practice dynamics.
10. Social Worker – In roles involving children, families, or victims, women are often favored, leading to faster promotions and preferred caseloads with financial incentives.
The narrative that women are always victims in the wage gap conversation falls apart when you look at industries where female dominance is undeniable and their paychecks reflect that.
A woman will block men from her friend in any way she can because she doesn’t want to be alone.
She’ll sabotage the conversation, interrupt the vibe and pull her friend away the moment it looks like someone else might get attention. Misery doesn’t love company, it demands it.
A man will do the opposite. He’ll take one for the team.
He’ll entertain the fat chick, laugh at her jokes and keep her distracted just so his buddy can get the hottie.
If and when a woman decides a man is “bad” enough to leave, she wastes no time replacing him. She does not sit and reflect on loyalty or commitment. Her focus is on securing the next provider, the next source of stability or advantage. The moment she writes off one man, she’s already scouting for the next. This swift replacement is normalized in her mind, not seen as betrayal, but as survival.
Women do not view this as cheating because their loyalty is conditional and transactional. The relationship is a contract based on what the man offers, money, status, security, not on emotional fidelity. When the benefits dry up or the man no longer meets her standards, the contract is void. Moving on without guilt is simply part of the game. Cheating, to her, is only relevant if it threatens her control or resources.
This mindset allows women to sidestep accountability. They frame their actions as necessary decisions for their well-being and future. The emotional damage or disruption caused to the man left behind is minimized or ignored. She is entitled to upgrade, to improve her circumstances, and to do so without remorse or apology.
For men, this brutal reality means understanding that women’s loyalty is never guaranteed. It is a currency they trade based on what serves them best. Recognizing this helps men avoid illusions of permanence and prepares them to protect their interests rather than chase false promises.
A number of years ago I was sitting at a bar in Caffe Roma in Beverly Hills, California (http://www.cafferomabeverlyhills.com/) waiting for my friends to arrive. They were late, again. After a while of sitting there nursing my drink, a well-dressed man with long blonde hair stood next to me. As it turned out, this gentleman was Fabio, Fabio Lanzoni (http://tinyurl.com/zvbsj5b). You know, the Italian model who graced the covers of countless Harlequin Romance Novels (http://tinyurl.com/j3gq8jw) and starred in the famous I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter ads (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xszIaNpYILY). Yes, that Fabio, the icon of female desire.
We began talking. It was surreal. After a while, I asked him if he was married. A very serious look came over his face, and with a tone I will never forget, he replied,
“Do I look stupid to you?”
Then he added, “Women are crazy.”
Here I was, sitting and talking with a man who could attract any woman he wanted purely by his looks and popularity, yet he kept women at arm’s length and nothing more.
As you can see from his Wikipedia page (http://tinyurl.com/zayz5hm), he has never been married. If a man like him won’t get married, why should you?
By the way, congratulations to Fabio on becoming a U.S. citizen as of March 16, 2016. Welcome to our country, we’re proud to have you.
Men are not silent by nature, they are forced into silence. Every time they try to speak they are ordered to shut up, sit down, and “be a man.”
The world drills the same message into their skulls: your pain is weakness, your struggles are irrelevant, your voice is nothing, and you as a man are disposable.
So men stop talking. Not because they choose to, but because they know the truth, no one gives a damn. That silence rots inside them until it kills.
The numbers expose it. Men kill themselves at four times the rate of women. Not because they lack courage, but because society mocks them the second they admit pain. Even therapy is poisoned against them. The mental health industry doesn’t see men as patients, it sees them as the problem, the burden, the cause of everything wrong.
And here’s the venom you can’t wash away: society does not want to hear men’s problems. Women don’t want to hear them, institutions don’t want to hear them, governments don’t want to hear them. Men exist only to work, to fight, to pay, to bleed, and to die. That is the demand. That is the expectation. Shut up and suffer for everyone else.
Men don’t need more worthless lectures telling them to “man up.” They need to be heard, respected, and treated as human beings. But that will never happen. Society is not built to care about men. It is built to feed on them, to drain them until they collapse, and then to bury their silence under shame.
This is the ugly reality: men are not valued, they are harvested. Their strength is consumed, their suffering is mocked, and their deaths are ignored. And the world likes it that way.
All my life I was told to find a nice woman and settle down. That was the goal society beat into my head. I spent 20 years searching. I tried it all. I even listened to that useless advice women love to give, “Stop looking, just let it happen.” They say that because they know damn well they’ll never initiate anything. They expect men to make the first move, every time, without exception.
And after two decades of observing, I’ve come to one undeniable conclusion, women are overgrown children. They don’t want reality, they want a fantasy. They want to be the star of a fairytale where they manufacture chaos and play the damsel in distress, then sit back and wait for some poor bastard to show up and fix it all.
This isn’t a theory. I’ve watched it play out like clockwork. In my sisters’ lives, my brothers’, cousins’, neighbors’, coworkers’, in college, on the streets, in the office, everywhere I turn. The same script. The same manipulative nonsense. The same entitled expectations.
I’ve been studying divorce since I was 9 years old. I’m 43 now. That’s over three decades of exposure to the raw truth. I’ve personally talked to men, dozens of them, for the last 25 years as they crawl through the wreckage of failed marriages. And every time, they’re blindsided. Clueless. Shellshocked by how cold, calculating, mean, vicious and vindictive the woman they loved became.
These men never saw it coming. But I did. Because I paid attention.
I’ve lived alone for 18 years. It’s been peaceful. Quiet. No one screaming. No one sabotaging my mind. No one blowing up my life for attention. Sure, life throws curveballs, but I face them with clarity and strength, not with someone clawing at my back while blaming me for the mess they made.
The fairytale is a lie. The damsel never needed saving. She just needed someone to destroy.
Women claim they can multitask, but they consistently fail to juggle a career and a relationship at the same time. The moment pressure hits, one of those things collapses, and it is usually the relationship. Men have carried families and careers for millennia, often with no praise, no sympathy, and no fallback. They worked, provided, protected, and endured without walking away. Women talk about balance, men lived it.
The arrogance of some women who do not think they are cheating when they are in bed with a married man is staggering. They believe they are next in line for a ring and a white gown.
I want to yell at these women, “HEY, STUPID! HE IS MARRIED, YOU IDIOT! IF YOU MARRY HIM, YOU ARE MARRYING A CHEATER!”
Men almost never initiate divorce. The cost is too high. The game is rigged and the judges are one sided. You will never see a woman giving half her wealth, the house, and the kids to the man, let alone paying him alimony.
When you ask why, you will always hear, “Because I love him.”
These women actively scout social settings looking for a band of gold on a man’s finger. That ring is their proof he is a good provider. They do not bother analyzing anything themselves.
There are men who do not cheat, and there are women who want that man. Those women will stop at nothing to break up the union.
I have seen women in offices putting lipstick on their finger pretending to fix their boss’s collar before leaving. They dab lipstick on the collar and when the wife sees it at home, that is all she needs to prove her husband is cheating. Cue the lawyers ready to profit from the misunderstanding.
I have heard of women throwing their panties in the back seat of a married coworker’s car to start drama. When he divorces, she consoles him and gets close.
Men are treated as property by women. Don’t believe otherwise.
Here is the ever-growing list of non-binary, gender-fluid pronouns for all the self-declared enlightened warriors who think biology is a suggestion and language is a toy to be endlessly rearranged.
they / them / their / themselves
tey / tem / ter / temself
ey / em / eir / emself
e / em / eir / emself
thon / thon / thons / thonself
fae / faer / faers / faerself
vae / vaer / vaers / vaerself
ae / aer / aers / aerself
ne / nym / nis / nymself
ne / nem / nir / nemself
xe / xem / xyr / xemself
xe / xim / xis / ximself
xie / xem / xyr / xemself
ze (or zie) / zir / zirs / zirself
zhe / zhir / zhirs / zhirself
ze / hir / hirs / hirself
sie / sier / siers / sierself
zed / zed / zeds / zedself
zed / zed / zeir / zedself
ce / cir / cirs / cirself
co / cos / cos / coself
ve / vis / vir / verself
jee / jem / jeir / jemself
lee / lim / lis / limself
kye / kyr / kyne / kyrself
per / per / pers / perself
hu / hum / hus / humself
bun / bun / buns / bunself
it / it / its / itself
I have also seen “yo” and “fey” floating around, but apparently even their own creators cannot decide how to conjugate them. And just when you think the list is finished, someone invents another set, expecting the rest of the world to adapt instantly.
Here is the reality, the more fractured language becomes, the less it communicates. This endless alphabet soup does not unite, it divides. It is not about clarity, it is about control. It is about forcing everyone to bend their speech, and by extension, their thinking, to match someone else’s personal fantasy.
Several times in my life I have met women who claimed they were in abusive relationships. Some were married, others were simply living together. Every time I told them they should leave, they had the same answer, “I can’t.”
When I asked why, the response was always the same, word for word, “You just don’t understand.” And some of them would go further, saying, “But I love him.”
What they were really saying was that they loved the chaos more than they loved peace. They loved the emotional highs and lows more than stability. They were addicted to the drama and the validation they could extract from being the victim while still staying in the very situation they complained about.
You cannot save a woman from a man she does not want to be saved from. And you cannot reason with someone who calls abuse unacceptable yet chooses to stay in its presence. They will tell you they are trapped, but the truth is they are invested. They are not prisoners of the man, they are prisoners of their own choices.
If a man tells a woman, “Every time I go camping, I get attacked by a bear”. The woman might say, “Maybe camping is not for you.”
If a man tells a woman, “Every time I jump into the ocean, I get attacked by some sort of sea creature”. The woman might say, “Maybe jumping in the ocean is not for you.”
If a man tells a woman, “Every time I try to swim, I nearly drown and get rescued by lifeguards”. The woman might say, “Maybe swimming is not for you.”
If a man tells a woman, “Every time I eat peanut butter I get rushed to the emergency room”. The woman might say, “Maybe peanut butter is not for you.”
But…
If a man tells a woman, “Every time I get into a relationship, it ends up in a disastrous and messy breakup.”. The woman might say,“Where do you find these women?”“You pick the wrong women.”“Not ALL women are like that”
And…
I was working in this large government agency in NYC in the computer lab with a female coworker. She was OK, maybe because I kept my distance from her.
We needed an assistant and hired a man that was just let go from Montclair State University. You see, his previous manageress and part time tyrant called him useless every chance she had. I remember the first day he showed up for work in his tie and white shirt, I told him to dress down. The computer lab was in a remote building far away from anyone ever seeing us. The next day he showed up in khakis and a dress shirt, I insisted that he dress down further. After all, I was in jeans and a teeshirt every day. By his third day, he was wearing jeans.
I quickly knew that this job was way below his capabilities and told him so before the end of his first week. The look of shock on his face was a combination of “Is he going to fire me because I’m over qualified?” and “I never thought I was so valuable.”
Needless to say, we bonded instantly. He introduced me to an “Open Source” programming language and we would talk about relationships and our respective single moms. It was amazing how his psycho mom was so much like mine in many ways.
As luck would have it, a few short months later, my manager was fired by the project leader and upper management was upset that the project leader didn’t hire a replacement before firing my manager. With a little quick thinking, the project manager said he did hire someone for my manager’s job. Now my assistant became my manager.
I was OK with his new position, he had to dress the part and deal with the real idiots, the executives. He immediately apologized for his quick promotion and I laughed, congratulating him for doing a job I would have refused. Over the years, we had a very great friend manager relationship. He politely did his job and I respected his position all while being friends.
Years went by and the project ended. I went my way and he went his. He ended up working for this technology firm starting salary $240,000 a year plus bonus and stock options. This was a far cry from useless his previous manager would have him believe.
The funny part of the story is that his previous manager in MSU got fired herself and moved back to Ohio where she is the assistant manager of a local supermarket.
Modern dating has collapsed into a never ending brutal exchange of looks and money. A woman temporarily trades her beauty for a man’s income and the bond is never stable because the market never sleeps. To her there is always room to upgrade as she is on the lookout no matter if she is married engaged etc. If a woman raises her status with a college degree and raises her income higher than the man she is currently with she views him as worthless. She immediately searches for another with a higher market value. This is a society that openly rewards chaos and punishes structure. We now live in a normalized culture that encourages women to have fifteen kids from ten different men and men to have thirty kids from thirty different women. That is not a family built on cohesion or moral values. That is factory breeding designed to collect multiple streams of child support welfare SNAP EBT and Section 8. No accountability. No unity. No responsibility. Only profit.
She upgrades without consequence and he pays the penalty for moving forward. She raises her income and walks out with the kids which tears the bond with the father who mattered most to that child. She raises her beauty and draws new men with more resources and she walks away clean because the system punishes him and protects her. Upgrading is profit for her. Upgrading is punishment for him.Marriage once stood as a fortress around family. Now it chains a man with lifetime obligation long after the relationship collapses. If her expectations were built in fantasy and the fantasy fails the punishment is real. The system lets her walk away with half his life while he rebuilds from the ashes. He must keep her endlessly happy yet happiness is not something one person can create for another. Happiness must be built inside and no man can supply it no matter how hard he fights.
And yet these same women cry out with the tired line “where are all the good men” as if they were victims of a shortage. They are not victims of a shortage. They are victims of their own habits. They spent their teens and twenties disrespecting every man who treated them well. They used men tested them provoked them teased them insulted them humiliated them played them finessed them and cheated on them without guilt. A woman gets hit on a hundred times a month. That becomes twelve hundred times a year. That becomes twelve thousand times between eighteen and twenty eight. And with all that male attention she still chooses the same kind of man. The gangster. The criminal. The alcoholic. The gambler. The abuser. The ex con. The player. The cheater. The disaster. The drug addict. The dealer. The thief.
She seeks chaos because chaos excites her. It feeds her ego. It fuels her fantasy that she can tame destruction. So she picks the worst men alive then claims innocence when the fire burns her. The problem is never the absence of good men. The problem is her blindness to good men. A stable man a disciplined man a peaceful man feels boring to a woman raised on dysfunction. So she ignores him disrespects him or uses him until he finally walks.
The only things she initiates are arguments and breakups. She bounces from man to man expecting unlimited dates constant attention and endless payments from any fool desperate enough to tolerate her games. Some women have even abandon their husband and their children to marry a man on death row or locked in a maximum security prison. There is no bottom to the craving for chaos.
Then forty arrives. Her beauty fades. Her attention shrinks. Her options collapse. She looks at the ruins she built and she cries “where are all the good men”. The answer is brutal. Those good men were always there. They simply stopped tolerating disrespect. They walked away to save their sanity. They built new lives with peace and discipline and purpose. They invested in themselves instead of being drained by arguments nagging and endless demands.
A woman treats a man worse than a slave because she sees him as a work animal that must never rest. She rages the moment he sits because in her mind he exists to serve. She demands labor and gives chaos. She demands loyalty and gives disrespect. She demands effort and gives nothing but stress. This pattern destroys relationships and many have watched it ruin the lives of countless men.
So when these women hit the wall they dare to ask “where are all the good men”. The truth is simple. Good men are exactly where any man with self respect eventually goes. They are far away. They are unreachable. They refuse to return to women who wasted their youth on destruction. Good men were never missing. Good men simply stopped dealing with women who refused to be worth reaching.
Whenever you hear a love song by a man, he’s not begging to be loved, he’s not pleading to be worshipped, he’s pouring out something he already has, his love. The direction of love flows from the man to the woman. He’s the source, she’s the recipient. His songs confess, tell stories, express pain, and reveal loss. He gives, he remembers, he bleeds.
Modern women flip the script. Their songs are not about giving love, they’re about demanding it. Wanting it. Needing it. The direction reverses. It isn’t from them, it’s toward them. They don’t love, they wait to be loved. They treat love like a prize they deserve for existing.
Whitney Houston’s song makes it obvious. “I Wanna Dance With Somebody Who Loves Me” isn’t a song of devotion, it’s a plea to be adored. She doesn’t want to love someone, she wants to be the object of love. The man is secondary. The focus is her emotional hunger.
Yes, she also sang “I Will Always Love You,” but Dolly Parton wrote that decades earlier. And that song stands out because it’s rare. It’s not the trend. The trend is women singing about what they lack, what they crave, what they expect. It’s a growing pattern in the last 50 years. Female artists aren’t expressing love, they’re expressing entitlement to it.
I saw this mentality firsthand. In high school and college, girls openly said they wanted to have babies so the baby could love them. They didn’t talk about loving the baby, they talked about needing the baby to fix the hole in their heart. They placed emotional responsibility on a newborn.
Men don’t think like this. A man knows love requires action. If he wants to feel love, he gives it. He plays with his child, shows affection, bonds through time and energy. That act of giving creates connection. It transforms him. That’s why he feels love.
Many women don’t give love to the child. They expect love from the child. And when that love flows toward the father, jealousy kicks in. The mother feels left out. Not because she was mistreated, but because the child naturally bonded with the one who gave. She sees it as betrayal. She punishes both the father and the child for not orbiting around her.
That’s what modern women get wrong. They think love is something they’re supposed to receive. They think being loved is a right. But love doesn’t come to those who demand it. It grows in those who give it.
Until women stop chasing love like it’s oxygen and start becoming loving themselves, they will stay trapped in emptiness, waiting for someone else to do the work they refuse to do.
In New York City, rent is a bloodsport. If you do not have a Rent Controlled or a Rent Stabilized apartment that froze your rent in the 1970s, you are getting slaughtered. A friend of mine was born and raised in a Rent Controlled apartment, the kind of place that is considered winning the lottery. He lived there his entire life from the 70s until 2009.
Then he made one fatal mistake. He let a woman move in with him after knowing her for only a few months. She did not need years to ruin him. She filed false domestic abuse charges, called the police, and had him thrown out of the apartment he was born in. She weaponized the system against him and got an order of protection that banned him from his own home.
Here is the sick joke. In a city where a one bedroom apartment costs $3,000 a month, this woman who lied and destroyed this man’s life now pays only $430 a month to live there. She moved her sister and niece in with her, turning that apartment into a family handout funded by his destruction. The system does not care. It rewarded her treachery. It gave her the keys.
The man lost everything. His job, his career, his home, his possessions, his dignity. He was thrown into a homeless shelter like trash. Forced into anger management classes as if he was the abuser. Labeled, humiliated, erased. Only after jumping through every hoop was he allowed to leave the state, broke and defeated, to crash at his brother’s home in Pennsylvania.
She stole his apartment. The courts signed off. The city shrugged. The system made it easy. He was left with court dates, a criminal record, and a cot in a homeless shelter.
This is not a story about betrayal. This is a blueprint. This is how the system arms women to hijack a man’s life and reward them for it. All it takes is one lie. One phone call. And the man loses everything.
A man should never give a woman legal access to his home. Not after a few months, not after a few years. Because the moment she gets her name on the lease, the moment she establishes “residency,” you lose control. You lose leverage. You lose your home.
It does not matter how much you trust her. It does not matter how sweet she seems. The legal system is designed to treat her as the victim by default. All she needs to do is claim she feels “unsafe.” No evidence, no bruises, no witnesses. One phone call is all it takes. You are the criminal. She is the protected tenant.
Stop giving women keys to your kingdom. Stop letting them build residency in your fortress. Because once the law acknowledges her as a resident, she has the power to evict you from your own life. And you will not win. The moment she plays the domestic abuse card, you are a dead man walking.
Do not hand over legal control of your home unless you are prepared to legally dismantle your own life. Keep her name off the lease. Keep her name off the deed. Keep her off the grid. Let her visit, but never let her stay. The second she starts moving in her things, she is moving you out.
This is not paranoia. This is survival. Once the system steps in, it is no longer your home. It becomes her weapon.
A friend of mine, despite my warnings, got married for the third time. He was 36, she was 24. She had a three-year-old daughter, he had an eleven-year-old son and an eight-year-old daughter. Within months she started the same routine I have seen a hundred times:
• “You always do this.”
• “You never do that.”
• “You should do this more.”
• “You shouldn’t do that.”
• “Why do you always…?”
• “You should tell me when you do that.”
• “Why do we always have to…?”
It became relentless. He came to me for advice. I told him, “Every time she finds something wrong with you, tell her to go find a perfect man.” He hesitated, afraid she might leave. I told him if she left, his problems with her would be over.
He took my advice. Not long after, she called me saying, “Your friend wants to divorce me.” I acted as if I didn’t know why and asked questions to hear her side. Eventually, I said, “So every time you point out something he does wrong, he tells you to go find a perfect man?”
Then I laid it out: “This man has a house, two cars, two kids he drives to school every day, and he includes your daughter in his daily life. Yet you find ten problems with him every day?”
She paused, then started with, “But I do this because…”
I cut her off. “Are you perfect? Do you ask permission for everything you do? Would you want someone nitpicking your every move?”
It was like a light switch flipped. She asked, “Do I really do that?”
I told her, “I don’t know. I’m not there all day.”
Women today demand on a level that has no precedent. Their wants, needs, and desires are so inflated they exist only in fantasy. It is not enough for a man to like them. It is not enough for him to love them. She wants a version of love so grand it has never existed in her life or anyone else’s. She wants her man obsessed with her, proving it every moment of every day under any condition. She will test him relentlessly. Her definition of unconditional love is this: “Love me even after I’ve kicked you in the balls.”
Explain to her that real love is forged over years, not found in some instant mix, and she will accuse you of trying to escape your “duty” to love her and pass all her tests. At that point she will placate you, keep you on the hook, and quietly scan the horizon for her next man to start the process over again.
She will pile on more demands for her “performing monkey” but never give direct instructions. She will only drop hints. The same woman who parrots the line “communication is key” will be the very one who sabotages it by speaking in riddles.
To her, you are just a resource, a temporary branch to cling to while she searches for the next one. Replacing you is effortless. All she needs to do is spin a one-sided sob story about your “abuse” and the new man will believe it without question. He will puff himself up as her savior while she revels in his blind protection.
When she finally finds a man who can decipher her unspoken demands and contort himself to meet them all, she will squeeze him dry just like the last. The only difference is he will think he’s special, until she decides he’s not.
