The so-called ‘Men Go Their Own Way’ (MGTOW) movement appears to be almost entirely inhabited by unloved and unlovely conservative white males who blame feminism for their sad, pathetic lives. But, to their credit, they’ve created an amusing lexicon for anyone who tries to help them work through all their mummy-issues. For example, if you are a male who disagrees with their droll little anti-feminst manifesto, then you’re liable to be accused of ‘simping’ or ‘white-knighting’. Forget that you might be genuinely happy in your marriage: no, you’ve been ‘blue-pilled’ buddy, all because some pin-dick who couldn’t keep his wife satisfied says so. Put into another context, step into the life of a woman who escapes an abusive relationship, and you’re a ‘simp’ — but show a woman the back of your hand, and you’re a ‘real man’.
Unsurprisingly, the MGTOWs co-opt any female who sympathises with their cause, women like Karen Straughan, founder of the Honey Badgers, who argues that feminism oppresses men and that marriage is a zero-sum game for us dudes. Really? I had to roflol a bit when I read how Straughan, as keynote speaker at the 2016 International Conference on Men’s Issues in Brisbane, only attracted a few dozen fat, beardy divorcees in the audience, this despite Australia’s reputation as the hotbed of ‘international’ MGTOW-ism! If that’s it, then the institution of marriage is in safe hands. It has more to worry about from actual honey badgers than the Honey Badgers, because (as we all know) the real honey badger, he don’t give a shit.
There’s something profoundly sad and psychological at the root of all this lip-quivering rage. Poor guys, thinking you can make the pain go away by rejecting half of the human race. Most MGTOW’s act as if (a) they suffered under a domineering mother, and now can’t handle assertive women; or (b) formed a co-dependent relationship with mummy, and now can’t make decisions on their own; or (c) worshipped their mothers as gods, against who no mere mortal woman can compare; or (d) harboured an Oedipal love for their mother, unrequited, which no other woman can satisfy; or (e) grew up without a mother, and weren’t properly unhappy until they sabotaged their own relationship, just to prove the infantile suspicion that women will always abandon them, quod erat demonstrandum; but here’s the grim truth: it wasn’t her fault.
Hypocrite!
That word is out there for my own benefit, because most of my issues stem from my relationship, or lack thereof, with my mother and father. It was our very own Phillip Larkin who observed:
“They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.”
MGTOW’s who think not committing will somehow transform them into studly alpha-males with babelicious perfect-10’s hanging off their muscular pendicles need to double-up on the Zoloft, because it will not be so. The only women you will attract will be even more repulsive than you. And not for one second do I refer to looks because, like it or not, women look deeper than men do, and instinctively seem to understand (and exploit) the whole Shakespearean ‘fair is foul and foul is fair’ thing.
Moral of the story? Beware, because if you insist on behaving like an utter cu*t, yet suddenly find a very attractive woman by your side who seems to be the mortal incarnation of your every perverse desire, then you need to run for your life. Run, and if she catches you, because they can scuttle along quickly on those claws, be prepared to turn and fight for your mortal soul. Kill it with fire, or it will rise again. But remember it was you who summoned it in the first place with your MGTOW bullshit.
