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Back in 2001, I met a man named Chris whose wife had just walked out on him days earlier. Chris was a food and beverage manager at a hotel in New York City. He lived in a three-family house where his 81-year-old mother lived alone in one apartment while Chris lived with his wife and two sons in another. The third apartment was rented out to another family.
 
Chris was devastated. He cried constantly and blamed himself for his wife’s actions. She blamed him too. Every evening after work, I met up with him to help him process the wreckage she left behind. She took the money. She took the kids. She took his peace. The only thing she couldn’t take was the house because it was under his mother’s name. But she still tried.
 
The court eventually awarded Chris fifty-fifty custody. His sons stayed with him almost every weekend because their mother found a weekend job. But none of that softened her venom. She laughed in his face. She told him she would find a better man. She mocked him for years, claiming he never loved her, that he would never change.
 
Chris told me there was a time when his wife nearly died giving birth. He didn’t leave her side for days. He slept in a chair at the hospital. He did everything he knew how to do as a husband. Yet now he was left asking, “How could she do this to me after all that I did for her?”
 
She remarried within a year. Every time she saw Chris, she made sure to flaunt her new husband in his face. But her little victory parade didn’t last long. Eight months later, she drained the new husband’s bank account and left him too.
 
Years passed. Chris sold the house after his mother passed away. He bought a beautiful condominium where he lived with his two sons and a new girlfriend. His boys are now in college, building their own futures.
 
Today, Chris called me. Seventeen years since we first met. He told me he ran into his ex-wife on the street. She couldn’t even look him in the eye. She hung her head in shame as they passed each other. Later, Chris found out through mutual friends that she had stolen from her second husband, moved to Florida, and spent every dime. She ended up living in a trailer park, but even that became too expensive. She returned to New York City and now sleeps in a women’s homeless shelter.
 
Chris thanked me for standing by him in the beginning. He said, “You were right. She got hers in the end.”

To a woman, the definition of cheating is so damn broad it includes everything from a harmless conversation with a female coworker to a passing glance at another woman on the street. It doesn’t have to be real. It doesn’t have to be proven. All she needs is a feeling. If she can twist an innocent moment into a betrayal, it gives her the moral exit she’s looking for. She finds a reason to leave, and in her mind, her conscience is clean. Whether her accusations are fact or fiction, it doesn’t matter. The end goal is the same. If she calls it cheating, it becomes justification. And in a divorce court, that justification can translate into half of everything the man owns.

If you pay a woman for sex, you create a transaction. You make a whore, plain and simple. I’m not ashamed of being treated like a king because that’s how a king should be treated. With respect. With value. Men will risk their lives for their women. They will bleed, sacrifice, and protect without hesitation. But women will never reciprocate on that level. They expect a man to stand in front of the bullet, but they won’t even flinch when it’s their turn.
Protection comes with a price. You want a man to defend you with his life? There is a cost for that. Women need to pay. Always. Whether it’s through loyalty, submission, or resources. Money exchanged for sex is called prostitution. But when you pay a bodyguard to risk his life, that’s considered legal business. The difference is respect.
I’m not interested in the 93% of women who are willing to prostitute themselves, whether blatantly or through manipulation. I’m looking for the rare 7% who understand what value means. Diamonds are rare. That’s why they’re worth something. I want rare. Not what’s common.
So women, decide. Do you want a king or do you want a servant? Because you can’t treat a man like a servant and expect him to protect you like a king.

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.

I remember talking to this girl when, out of the blue, she proudly professed that she was recently divorced. When I asked her why did she divorced her husband, she first thanked me for assuming that she divorced him rather than the other way around. Then she said, “He was a jerk but I married him for the money. But the next time I marry, it will be for love.”
 
I then asked her how long was she married and how much money she get from the divorce. She answered with all the pride she could muster and told me she was married for 3 years and she received $20,000.
 
I congratulated her on her victory and pointed out that her $20,000 for 3 years was just slightly under $7,000 per year. I further pointed out that a full time position at a fast food establishment would have earned her the same amount in a year and after 3 years she could prove her worth and become a manager and earn more.
 
Her face changed when I was done. I then asked her, “How many successful relationship have you been a part of?”
 
Her answer was an inquisitive, “Many.”
 
“Then I wish you many more.”, as I excused myself and walked away.

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.

• You screamed and cried “Feminism” at the top of your lungs, demanding equality with men.
 
• You boasted with pride that you have no need for men. You said it yourself, a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle.
 
• You have lied, manipulated, and twisted men to serve your will without shame or restraint.
 
• You have beaten men, falsely accused them of rape, fabricated domestic abuse, and weaponized child abuse allegations to destroy their lives.
 
• You have dragged men into court, sued them into poverty, not because they wronged you, but because you could. You used the system to bleed them dry when they no longer entertained your immediate desires.
 
• You have ripped children away from fathers by playing puppet master in a court system designed to cater to your whims.
 
• You have laughed at men who had their genitals mutilated while they slept, defenseless and unaware.
 
• You stood and applauded the women who committed these acts of sexual mutilation, turning barbarism into a spectacle.
 
• You aborted our children because we did not fit your fantasy, or because pregnancy was inconvenient to your lifestyle. You slaughtered the unborn because it clashed with your agenda.
 
• You celebrated Roe vs. Wade as a trophy of your “freedom,” convincing yourself that killing a child is a “choice.” You called it aborting a fetus because the truth, killing a child, cuts too deep. Forty-four years later, you have murdered 52 million children in the United States alone. More than any standing army in history. What a victory. What a legacy.
 
• You deceived one man by stealing his unborn child and handed that child to another fool, making him believe it was his to raise.
 
• You leeched off the blood, sweat, and tears of hardworking men, only to abandon them when life demanded the slightest discomfort from you.
 
• You screamed about wage gaps, yet you refuse to take dangerous jobs. Overtime is too much of a burden for you. But you still whine when your man works extra hours to provide for you and your family.
 
• You take. You never give.
 
• You worship gangsters, thugs, criminals, rapists, murderers, and serial killers. Yet you spit on the hardworking man who is the backbone of every moral civilization.
 
• You proudly live off government handouts, food stamps, subsidized housing, free healthcare, education, welfare, while cursing the patriarchy that funds every bite you eat, every roof over your head, every service you claim as your right.
 
• You raise your children to idolize the same criminals you lust after. The prisons are filled with the offspring of your failed motherhood. Our sons rot in cages because you kept them away from their fathers, teaching them to become the degenerates you glorify.
 
• You march in the streets, banners in hand, mocking the men who spent their lives protecting you.
 
• You raise your fists, burn your bras, and scream about feminist liberation. You chant about hating the patriarchy, deluded into thinking you are free from the tyranny of men.
 
• But now, the Islamic migrants you begged your governments to let in are flooding your cities. They are beating you, raping you, and destroying you with no restraint.
 
• Now you come crawling back. Now you need men to protect you. What happened to your equality? What happened to your empowerment? Are you not strong enough to defend yourselves? For millennia, men protected you. But now that you have dismantled that protection, you are left helpless.
 
• Who is going to save you now? The very men you betrayed? The same men you accused, belittled, sued, and discarded?
 
• What have you done for them lately? Nothing.
 
• You wanted independence. Now you have it. Welcome to the consequences.

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.

Every sport in history proves without a shadow of a doubt that men can and will work as a team. They train together. They sacrifice together. They fight for a common goal without letting ego destroy the mission.
 
If that’s not enough proof for you. Look at the longest lasting bands in history.
 
The Rolling Stones: 1962 to Present
The Moody Blues: 1966 to Present
ZZ Top: 1969 to Present
Rush: 1968 to Present
Golden Earring: 1961 to Present
The Eagles: 1971 to Present
Aerosmith: 1971 to Present
U2: 1976 to Present
 
Queen
The Who
 
Countless all-male bands that stood the test of time.
 
Now look at the female bands.
 
Bananarama
The Spice Girls
The Go-Go’s
TLC
The Bangles
Destiny’s Child
 
All filled with drama. All squabbling. All breaking up.
 
But despite all this. Cops, Judges and Social Justice Warriors. Still cling to the delusion that men are the problem. That men can’t cooperate. That men are inherently toxic.
 
The evidence is right in front of them. But they choose to ignore it. Because blaming men is easier than facing the truth.

Never. Ever. Under any circumstances. Date a single mother. No matter what.
 
1. You are putting yourself in a position where you can be accused of sexually abusing a child that is not yours. It only takes one lie to destroy your life.
 
2. In some countries, you will be legally obligated to pay child support for children that are not biologically yours. You will be financially enslaved to a child you never fathered.
 
3. Single mothers are desperate for resources. They do not care about you. They care about what you can provide. You are not being chosen for who you are. You are being selected as a sponsor.
 
4. You will become her newest babysitter. Your social life, your freedom, your time, it will vanish. Your life will revolve around her children, not by choice, but by expectation.
 
5. If she cannot love or forgive the man who gave her that child, what chance do you think you have? You are disposable. You are a utility.
 
6. Between her career, her children, her family, and her constant interactions with the child’s father, you will be squeezed in wherever you can do chores or pay bills. You are not her priority. You are her handyman.
 
7. Ask yourself this, if you were ejected from your own family, would you want another man stepping in to raise your child? Exactly.
 
8. Her ex is not gone. He is permanently in the picture. For the next 18 years, minimum. His presence will hover over every aspect of your relationship.
 
9. The moment you correct that child for misbehavior, you will hear the sharp retort, “You’re not my father.” You will have all the responsibilities of fatherhood and none of the respect.
 
10. Discipline that child, and you risk the child fabricating stories that will trigger violent retaliation from the biological father. You are one accusation away from a biker gang father showing up at your door.
 
11. I have listened to countless women casually joke about having affairs with their stepfathers. Most of these stories are fantasies, but imagine the moment one of those fantasies gets twisted into an accusation. You will be labeled a predator, your name destroyed, your life ruined, all because of a girl’s fantasy mistaken for truth.
 
You are gambling with your life, your freedom, and your future. Do not be naive. Single mothers are not looking for love. They are looking for resources, labor, and a scapegoat.
 
Never date a single mother. Ever.

1. Never date a single mother or a divorced woman.
 
2. Never spend money on women.
 
3. Never lend money to women.
 
4. Never give women access to your money.
 
5. Never tell women how much money you make.
 
6. Never tell women your secrets, your full name, or where you live.
 
7. Never financially obligate yourself to an entity whose prerogative is to change her mind and profit from you. Marriage is a trap.
 
8. Never pay women’s bills.
 
9. Never co-sign women’s credit cards or loans.
 
10. Never get involved with female co-workers.
 
11. Never get involved with illegal immigrants who need a green card. That is marriage fraud and you are the fool.
 
12. Never get involved with long distance women. Mail order brides are exploitation disguised as romance.
 
13. Never let women move in with you.
 
14. Never underestimate how devastating women can be. One accusation, one lie, and you are finished.
 
15. Never take care of another man’s child.
 
16. Never fight over women. Men who fight over women are fighting over chains.
 
17. Never fight women’s battles. You will bleed for her while she laughs.
 
18. Never give up hobbies and friends for girlfriends or wives. You lose your identity and become her servant.
 
19. Never put women’s needs before your own. Self-sacrifice is the fastest route to irrelevance.
 
20. Never teach women how to be as strong as you. She will use that strength against you.
 
21. Never date a woman who has a bad or non-existent relationship with her father.
 
22. Never rescue a woman from a violent boyfriend. You will inherit her problems and her chaos.
 
23. Always remember, women can and will cheat at any time. They are masters of hiding it.
 
24. Always get a DNA test before signing a birth certificate. Protect yourself from paternity fraud.
 
25. Always make women feel like you can snap at any minute. Fear commands respect.
 
26. Always criticize her appearance. Keep her grounded.
 
27. Always let women know how displeased you are with her.
 
28. Always let women know how replaceable she is to you.
 
29. A woman will demand you go above and beyond to meet her impossible standards. Yet she will never do the same for you.
 
30. If she asks your occupation early, she is a gold digger.
 
31. If she uses sex as a bargaining tool, you are in a transactional relationship. You lose.
 
32. If she complains about you, tell her to find the perfect man and show her the door.
 
33. Past performance does not guarantee future results. The woman who adores you today can destroy you tomorrow.
 
34. Her ultimatum is your cue to walk away. Never negotiate under threat.
 
35. “Provider” and “Chivalry” are just polite words for slave and servant.
 
36. Above all, stay away from feminists. They are programmed to hate you.
 
Remember this truth. A woman will demand exclusive love and commitment from you. She will never give you the same. She wants you to meet her unreachable standards while offering you nothing in return. She wants you to risk your life to protect her, to worship her for the privilege of dying for her, even when she deliberately places herself in harm’s way.
 
You are not a savior. You are not a tool. You are not disposable.

When a woman says, “I like Italian men,” or “I like Greek men,” or “I like Jewish men,” it does not matter what race or religion she mentions. She is not making a deep statement about values or culture. She is broadcasting her personal preference for the type of man she wants to be seen with over all the others she has used, dated, and discarded.
 
It does not matter if she has not settled down. It does not matter how many men of different backgrounds she has been with. Her statement is not about love. It is about optics. It is about status. She is telling you what type of man she prefers as a social accessory.
 
This is not about genuine connection. This is about her image. Her “type” is just another costume she puts on when it benefits her. And when it doesn’t, she moves on to the next.

When a woman says, “You don’t love me anymore,” she’s not making an observation, she’s setting a trap. Women don’t process facts the way men do. They skip the analysis and throw an accusation, hoping you’ll do all the thinking for them. She wants you to scramble to disprove her claim, to fill in the blanks she never bothered to consider.
 
You don’t play that game.
 
Woman: You don’t love me anymore.
 
Man: Hold up, do you love me?
 
Woman: Of course I do, I’m saying you don’t love me.
 
Man: Then my conscience is clear, if you love me, it’s because I’ve done right by you. I give you my effort, my presence, my protection. So the love is there. But now I need to know, what’s making you feel guilty enough to question it? If I’m doing my part, and you still feel unloved, that tells me something isn’t right on your side. Maybe you should leave before I find out what you’ve been hiding.

Have you ever noticed when you ask a girl her name her first instinct is to say, “I have a boyfriend”?
 
That flips the script instantly. Now you are the one scrambling to explain yourself. Now you are on the defensive. Not a pretty sight.
 
Well, today I was talking to this female bartender when she hit me with the classic, “What sort of work do you do?”
 
I looked at her and said, “Sorry, I’m not looking for a girlfriend.”
 
The shock on her face was priceless. Suddenly she was the one backpedaling. She was the one trying to explain herself. She was the one scrambling to recover. It was a beautiful reversal.
 
You should try it yourself one day. Flip the script and watch the panic set in.

Seek me out.
Impress me.
Make me laugh.
Entertain me.
Sweep me off my feet better than the hundreds of men who failed before you.
 
Pursue me even when I tell you to leave me alone.
 
Buy me fancy gifts.
Buy me nice jewelry.
Take me to lavish restaurants and pay for my company.
Buy fine wine.
Drive me in an expensive car.
Pay me attention.
Pay me compliments.
 
If you serve my needs well enough, I might let you financially obligate yourself to me by marrying me.
 
But first…
 
I want a nice engagement ring and a party.
I want a big wedding with a huge wedding ring and a white dress.
 
Once that is done, you are now obligated to give me everything I want, need, and desire because I am entitled to it.
 
Feed me.
Clothe me.
Make me happy.
Make me feel good about myself.
Make me feel beautiful and sexy.
Love me.
Cherish me.
 
I will test you soon and you better pass my unscientific tests.
 
If we have kids and I feel like leaving you for any reason, I will have the state to back me up.
They will help me take your children, your money, and your home away from you.
 
Do it now because I am worth it.

A woman’s relationship today follow a very predictable pattern
 
• She waits for a man to pursue her.
 
• She plays hard to get to inflate her value.
 
• She pressures the man for commitment.
 
• She gets the relationship or marriage she wanted.
 
• She loses interest in sex once she feels secure.
 
• She becomes attracted to someone new who excites her.
 
• She starts cheating but justifies it as emotional needs not being met.
 
• She tells her partner she needs space to “figure things out.”
 
• She blames her partner for her own infidelity and distance.
 
• After months of manipulation and failed attempts to quit her affairs, she finally ends the relationship or marriage.
 
• Then she drags him into court and claims he is the reason she cheated because he “didn’t make her happy.”
 
• Now he gets to pay her for betraying him.

Sixty years of feminism and the women’s liberation movement, and she still defines herself by a man’s wealth and status. She never takes the time to build her own life and fortune. She never offers to share what is hers with the man she claims to love.
 
She demands independence while depending on his success. She preaches equality while expecting him to carry the financial burden. She talks about building an empire but never plans to fund it herself.
 
The truth is, her ambition is not to create her own. It is to secure access to his. That has never changed.

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.

I look at the girls of today who can’t keep their legs closed, and then they turn around and blame you for it. They say it’s your fault. You didn’t give them enough attention. You were too busy working. Too busy providing the life they demanded.
 
While you were building the foundation, she was tearing it down behind your back. And somehow, you are still the villain in her story.

My grandmother raised two kids on her own for two years while my grandfather volunteered to fight for his newly adopted country in World War II. She didn’t complain. She didn’t look for attention from other men. She didn’t betray her family because she was “lonely.” She handled her responsibilities with pride and loyalty.
 
Now look at the girls of today. They can’t even keep their legs closed for a few hours while you’re out working to provide for them. And when they get caught, they blame you. They say you didn’t give them enough attention, as if providing a home, paying the bills, and sacrificing your time wasn’t attention enough.
 
Loyalty used to mean something. Now it’s just a word women use to demand from men while giving nothing back in return.

I believe in equal treatment, not equal outcomes.
 
I was talking to my best friend’s 16 year old daughter who proudly called herself a feminist. She said she wanted everyone treated equally. I told her I agreed. She said she wanted equal pay for the same job regardless of sex. Again, I agreed, but with one brutal difference.
 
If you agreed to a salary and showed up for the job, don’t whine when someone else doing the same job got more. You accepted the terms. You signed the deal. You showed up. You worked. End of story.
 
This isn’t a new argument. It’s been around since ancient times. In fact, Jesus himself explained it in a parable most modern people would find offensive today. Why? Because the truth hurts.
 
Matthew 20:1-16 – The Parable of the Workers in the Vineyard.
“For the kingdom of heaven is like a landowner who went out early in the morning to hire workers for his vineyard. He agreed to pay them a denarius for the day and sent them into his vineyard. “About nine in the morning he went out and saw others standing in the marketplace doing nothing. He told them, ‘You also go and work in my vineyard, and I will pay you whatever is right.’ So they went. “He went out again about noon and about three in the afternoon and did the same thing. About five in the afternoon he went out and found still others standing around. He asked them, ‘Why have you been standing here all day long doing nothing?’ “ ‘Because no one has hired us,’ they answered. “He said to them, ‘You also go and work in my vineyard.’ “When evening came, the owner of the vineyard said to his foreman, ‘Call the workers and pay them their wages, beginning with the last ones hired and going on to the first.’ “The workers who were hired about five in the afternoon came and each received a denarius. So when those came who were hired first, they expected to receive more. But each one of them also received a denarius. When they received it, they began to grumble against the landowner. ‘These who were hired last worked only one hour,’ they said, ‘and you have made them equal to us who have borne the burden of the work and the heat of the day.’ “But he answered one of them, ‘I am not being unfair to you, friend. Didn’t you agree to work for a denarius? Take your pay and go. I want to give the one who was hired last the same as I gave you. Don’t I have the right to do what I want with my own money? Or are you envious because I am generous?’ “So the last will be first, and the first will be last.”
 
The message is brutal: if you agreed to something, live with it. You don’t get to complain just because someone else negotiated better or walked away with more. Equality doesn’t mean everyone gets the same reward. It means you get what you agreed to.
 
That’s not injustice. That’s personal accountability.

With men paying for everything from the first date to the engagement ring, wedding ring, the house, car and all the bills, don’t you think that the man has a vested interest to preserve the marriage?
 
When a man is the one fronting all the major costs from courtship to cohabitation, he’s not just investing money, he’s investing his future. Every dollar he spends is a bet on stability. Every payment he makes is rooted in a long-term commitment. A man who foots every bill is not looking to throw that all away for nothing. He has skin in the game. He built the structure, signed the contract and carries the weight. Of course he wants to protect what he built.
 
But flip the table.
 
With all of the outrageously high alimony and child support settlements given out, without much thought by the judges, don’t you think that the woman has a vested interest to end the marriage?
 
She doesn’t lose the house, she gets it. She doesn’t lose income, she gains his. She doesn’t get penalized for leaving, she gets rewarded. Courts hand her the paycheck, the property and the kids. Her exit is incentivized. She can cash out on the back of a man who built the life she no longer wants to participate in.
 
So while the man fights to preserve it because he built it
 
The woman is handed every reason to destroy it because she profits from its collapse.
 
And people still wonder why marriage is dying.

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.

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.

The longer a woman stays away from a man’s influence, the more she begins to rely on her feelings to interpret the world. A woman left to her own emotional compass will always follow what feels good in the moment, not what is true, not what is logical, but what soothes her right now. Feelings are deceptive by nature. They create illusions. One day she feels empowered by her choices, the next day those same choices make her feel abandoned and betrayed. The situation didn’t change. Her feelings did. That is why the old saying exists, “It’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind.” It is not a cute personality trait. It is a reflection of emotional inconsistency. She feels one thing today, tomorrow she feels something else, and her version of the truth shifts because it is tied to her emotions, not to objective reality.
 
Emotions fluctuate. Logic does not. The world runs on logic. Bridges stand because of logic. Businesses succeed because of logic. Laws function because of logic. Feelings have zero influence on gravity. Zero influence on mathematics. A woman needs a man to show her how to think logically, not because she is incapable of logic, but because her nature pushes her to prioritize emotional reasoning first. Right is always right. Wrong is always wrong. One plus one will always equal two. No amount of emotional spin, no matter how clever or convincing, will change that. But feelings will convince her otherwise. Feelings can make a woman justify anything in her head. She will believe her actions are righteous even when they are self-destructive. She will claim to be empowered while secretly feeling broken. Today she is convinced she is a strong independent queen. Tomorrow she is crying about being lonely and unloved. Nothing in the real world changed. Only her feelings did.
 
My grandmother used to say, “If a woman isn’t married by 25, there’s something wrong with her.” That was not an insult. That was a reality check from a generation that understood time and consequence. Back then, women knew their value in the marriage market wasn’t a permanent status. It was time sensitive. Youth and fertility had a clock. Today, women are told to ignore that truth because it feels bad. Modern culture feeds them feel good lies like, “You deserve a high value man no matter your age,” or, “Your standards are valid,” and, “Men should accept you for who you are.” So now you have women in their late 30s and 40s still acting like they are in their prime, still believing they can dictate the terms of relationships, still chasing a fantasy that their emotions constructed. They build their worldview on feelings, on what they want to believe, not on how the world actually operates. The dating market does not care about their emotions. Supply and demand will always override self perception.
 
Logic teaches you to see things as they are, not as you wish them to be. That is why a man’s presence is critical. He acts as the filter between her feelings and reality. He does not let her emotions rewrite facts every time her mood shifts. Without that masculine influence, she becomes trapped, caught in an emotional echo chamber where feelings validate feelings, and each emotional cycle pulls her further away from reality. She will keep chasing comfort. She will avoid discomfort. But in doing so, she detaches herself from how the world truly works. And the longer she stays in that loop, the harsher reality will hit her when it finally breaks through. Reality is patient. It will wait. But it will not bend. That is why without a man’s logic, a woman’s life becomes a slow motion collision with the truth.