The Imaginary Terror of Men

Feminism is a common failed dialogue in our modern age. To hear feminists talk, tinier and tinier problems are being found, while the mental impact upon them grows greater and greater. Once, women couldn't vote, and they were pretty much OK with their lot in life. Now, women are tormented by being referred to as sluts, and they have to constantly lash out on social media to express all that pain.

Mean words, minor masculine practices, judgment of clothing choice, being expected to not be a jerk regardless of gender. These are the trials that face today's women. What a burden! Believing in such a grueling gauntlet makes sense if you have no personality and fill the void with a pretend reactionary stance.

Not only do women face these inconsequential problems, men themselves are a threat. Me, sitting at my computer, making drawings, is a threat to your average feminist female somehow. I suppose I do have the sinister ability to swipe away unreasonable statements if they come close enough.

I have had the blessing to never meet a feminist in real life. Sometimes I fancy the idea of travelling, but is it worth it? Perhaps not. My hometown is a nice place, and I don't have to deal with the goddamn absurd things I hear about from other places here. May I never meet an offended clown with a shitty haircut who doesn't get that people just like to have a fairly good fashion sense.

No, no, don't bother with it. I don't want to hear anything about "equal rights." Just save it already. There is not a right which your government has yet to give you, which is the only context where talking about "rights" makes sense.

Head onto your favorite social media platform or forum and go listen to the feminists there. This is what feminists care about, and this is what feminism is about. The latest feminist craze is "manspreading." This is where a man spreads his legs apart because it's comfortable. I am, myself, manspreading, right now. Why? I don't want to crush my balls, that's why.

It's national news. This is the most important thing feminists have to inform you on right now. Actual people have went on TV to chide the men of the world because they like to be comfortable. No, I don't believe they've discussed the crazy option of just politely asking the guy on the bus to move over.

You know what I think when I hear about this stuff? Heading out into the world to do some real physical work might do you some good. Get a job on a farm, maybe. It's such a hopelessly out-of-touch perspective that it's embarrassing that they can find anywhere for them to be taken seriously.

What would you feminists like me to do? Tell this terrifying man. Something else feminists tell us is that they always have to be afraid of encounters with men even though it never comes through. OK, I did travel and a feminist is walking my way. Am I going to jump her? Why? What's my motivation? I don't know where this violent street chaos exists unless you're walking into a gang war or something.

Feminism does not engage with anybody in the real world. They tell stories to us about what they imagine people to be like. Feminists tell us that people want superheroines to be sexy. I, myself, am not attracted to any superheroes. Why? They're superheroes. I think they just look nice when the art is good. I don't like the idea of having such an overactive sexual drive that you can't look at a well-defined physique and not go nuts over it.

When I look at tumblr social justice screencaps, I see exposition about a mental war with an imaginary category called "men." Men want us to do this. Men want that. Men think this. And they're always going for new slams against these "men." It seems to me like you're damn crazy and accomplishes nothing else.

I know they want to complain about all the reasonable explanations, but it's charitable for everybody else to try to refute the nonsense you get upset about. We're supposing that telling you about the way that men and non-feminists are (say, that we don't really care how you dress unless, again, you look like a damn clown) might dispel it and lead you to calming down. What's the point of carrying all that anger and mental battling with you? It seems to have none.

True feminists are beyond ordinary social contact. They're embroiled with their personal problems, and if anything will fix them, it'll take a good few years. What can they tell you about themselves besides that they're feminists? Probably not a whole lot.

No, us men do not care about fighting with you. But some dude said something mean to you once and that defines all your social encounters for the rest of your life, right?

I can't imagine anything more out of touch with my life than feminism. What do I care about? Not how many individuals you've had sex with! It's art, philosophy, health, history... ...Do you actually do anything besides get angry about gender? Have any goals, any interests?

Again, what's the motivation for all this man-on-woman warring? Is it because they're sexually interested in them? Go on a date, then, perhaps? Being a "shitlord" seems an awfully inefficient means of satisfying personal desires.

The men they describe don't have any individual character. They have no reasons for what they do. Men are a monolithic force in their lives who exist to do things they dislike.

Feminists request us to solve the problems they vaguely hint at. How could this be done? Where did the problems come from, and how could they end? How can I do anything about the fact that you're paranoid over walking through a parking lot? Nothing, I'd think.

Non-feminists, both men and women, live their lives without encountering what feminists discuss. They can't be fixed if you need to believe in them to experience them. What would an ordinary person think of manspreading? If there's a lot of passengers on the bus or train it might annoy them a little. But it races through a feminist's mind until, eventually, a super stupid eureka moment happens and here's a whole new problem for them to endlessly complain about.

If you have the will, you can find fake problems constantly. But part of maturity is learning what your true challenges are and overcoming them. Feminists want to never be mature. They ask us to believe in the infantility of women, who can never come to terms with the fact that they can't get anything they want.

According to feminists, only women have ever practiced caution. Gee, when I encounter a certain kind of person I become very uncomfortable. They've just got this dull look in their eyes and a miasma of deadness. A lot of feminists fit that description, actually. They have a stare of directionless anger. I'd certainly walk pretty fast from them if I met any of them.

If you stay with the people you like you'll solve almost all your problems with unknown individuals. No, if I was out on the street in some remote town I'd want to have at least a pocket knife. You never know when the mentally addled might lose it or where criminals might be staying if you don't know the area.

The danger of a street encounter is something to puzzle over every once in a while. If it defines part of your life, you made that choice. You could abandon the fear and let it have no effect on your life, but you choose not to.

You bewilder me with the fake concerns you insist the world should consider important. Instead of compiling every little stupid comment from the lowest-common-denominator individuals around, you can relax, let go of stress, and focus on your life. I don't juggle together everyone's opinion I meet without discretion to form my self-view.

You know what's a good way to dispel all that fear of men? Talk to them, make friends, ignore everyone else. I give not a single fuck about what the majority of people are thinking. Some of them are idiots, most of them are regular people and it's not my business.

Try considering what your everyday life would be like without judgment or worry about what someone else thinks of you. It's probably radically different. The people with important input on you and your life are the ones who are actually part of it.

Sorry, if I met one of you getting all scared, I'd fucking laugh. It's your choice to worry about lightning striking. There's a whole world out there waiting while you addle your mind with absurd concepts and fear.

Everybody walks past. You go back to your bedroom and continue to insist you live in a world of dismal persecution. And you wonder why nobody is enchanted with feminism? It's so silly.

The Failure of Social Justice

In recent years it has grown popular to devise a variety of fake rules and theories in response to social phenomena. Social justice responds to the world by policing the thoughts, attitudes, and beliefs of its members, while becoming increasingly detached from anything linking them to the reality of regular people.

"Social justice" concepts get laughed out of the presence of anyone I choose to associate with. It is relevant to the personal life of nobody. No ethnicity, financial class, locale, or personal identity can be accurately represented by anything you can read on these blogs.

To read what these people write is to observe life detachment in action. Regular people do not live their lives being "aggressed" by tiny actions of other people. I, myself, do not notice them. Why? That's rude! Why should I care if someone spreads their legs or looks in my direction? I simply ignore that completely. They're going about their own business, and if they get riled up as you come near you probably deserve it.

When I engage with social justice concepts (on 4chan, for example) I explain why each and every idea completely defies the truth of life in the world. Egoistic worry, anti-social attitudes, class envy, and other character flaws typify everything that social justice people write.

Its members grow out of groups abrasive to the regular order of existence back here on planet Earth, outside of their imaginationscapes. Each group has individual origins which lead to them complaining about things which do not bother other people and seeing what does not exist in this world.

The entire movement is an expression of individuals who failed to live life in an appropriate way. Where others chose to try to understand why people weren't that friendly to them yesterday, they build up a presence of anti-social malaise until pedestrians recoil as they come near. Where others chose to work on their personal problems, they fell into a world of psychological pain and unhealthiness. Where others found groups who represent their own interests, they lashed out against the views of people they met until ordinary words clattered in their psyches.

The solution to every social justice problem is to admit that you, yourself, can fix all your problems. The topic of social justice is a great character-building and philosophical exercise. It's an opportunity to discuss how to improve your personal skills and live appropriately, rather than head into a life where your poor choices multiply until regular social contact becomes unbearable.

There is nothing that a social justice person can solve. It's not about solving anything, it's about expressing psychological problems caused by themselves and attempting to tear down what regular people build. They adopt rhetoric related to some social group as a kind of mechanism to fake significance. Nobody actually considers them representative of their concerns.

The idea that their beliefs come out of some hard personal experiences is a poor pretension. They cannot even describe anything about what it's like to actually live that way. You do not consider yourself the "oppressed," you're very concerned about serious factors affecting your daily life and the challenges you face, not some abstract ideas lurking in some person's mind out on the street.

Who am I? I am dedicated to the philosophy of all three major Western religions: Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. I am extremely ethnic, which means I do not understand living in modern society. I do not have income as I haven't fully established my artistic skills.  I've yet to get a job because I become extremely sick outside of my home and was also confused as to what's going on, among other reasons. I've been in the position to receive rage and attempted violence from the worst individuals on the planet, and yet it means nothing to me. Why? Because I choose to engage with the world and my life in a positive way.

I spent years encountering frothing internet anger from various sections of the internet because their views on art, spirituality, and life were dismal, and yet I find it hilarious. I do not care about "hate" or "bigoted views," and instead I care about effective change in the world and my personal works of art.

The entire rhetoric of social justice can do nothing to help me. For example, I don't like it when hateful people aren't openly hateful. That means they're just lying. I encourage them to toss aside their complex interconnections of rationalizations and just openly say what they mean. That's one of my goals with this blog and others I will write.

I do not have any form of "triggers" or similar psychological problems despite tons of negative experiences. Why? Because I place importance on mental health. I also reflect on my experiences and learn from them, which is just a very basic part of how to live life.

What do I care about? Changing the world so that people live life appropriately, but that is an ongoing process with myself and my friends and allies. This is something you can do if you genuinely intend to and embrace the practice. If you do not, all of the money in the world and a horde of maladjusted individuals like yourself will only lead to collectively awful lives.

There is no grand system of oppression in any direction or from any origin. I can explain to you the source of virtually anything they can bring up; it does not come from malice or a sinister plan. The idea of a mysterious oppressor is a conspiracy theorist mindset, adopted by people who refuse to accept that there's no secret cabal to be undone which will bring them anything they desire.

The state of the world is a result of a wide variety of complex factors where no group is actually plotting the design of any larger world structure. That's simply not possible, it'd be cracked down on if they tried. By who? By God, maybe. I don't care.

Many contemporary individuals are enmeshed with the meaninglessness of a world created by themselves in their own minds. I do not live there, I only understand things in a spiritual way. My perspective comes from a position where "power fantasies" and "sexist words" are entirely illegitimate concepts, which cannot considered to be real at all.

For the worst individuals among these internet movements, I know what the will of their frantic complaining is. It's a rather abhorrent mental process driving what they have to say. Frankly, they're all going through some rough stuff for an appropriately long period of time when they die. It's simply the truth.

There are a variety of individuals involved. Some are just going along with it and might not take it particularly seriously. Some are the ones who failed to be ordinary human beings, and constantly have to complain about the issues caused by that. Others are the plotters and scammers, who nobody likes, including themselves. Each is, more or less, a separate topic.

Understanding their mentality is important. They do not live in the world like we do. When I encounter something tough, I engage with it, not climb onto a blog and begin shouting into the air. Nobody respects someone who does that, it doesn't matter what you're shouting about.

Careful analysis of their claims leads to their irrelevance plainly evident. This is what I aim to do. Discussing their views can bring clarity to a variety of personal and societal topics, which is about all they bring of value.

I will be maintaining this blog along with my tumblr of the same name as ongoing commentary on what spews from social justice on the internet. Welcome to reality. I do not care about your feelings.