Archive for June, 2012

A few days ago, A Voice For Men posted “To the women that aren’t like that” – Dan Moore’s paean to those very-few women who ‘get it’ about Men’s Rights and offer articles and commentary to AVfM and other such sites. The comments included a bit of debate (or maybe just banter) about a better name for ‘Lady MRAs’ to use to describe themselves – with one reply, from a woman who uses the screen name ‘One Hundred Percent Cotton,’ that caught more than my attention and approval:

I am comfortable referring to myself as an “equalist”, rather than looking my daughter in the face and telling here I am a Men’s Rights supporter, or telling my son I support feminism as long as it doesn’t interfere with his rights….

…not to mention there are men demanding preferential treatment and entitlements over other men because of race, sexual preference, or physical ablilites…

All any of us have the right to demand is equality.

Equal opportunity and equal treatment under the law is really what the Men’s Rights Movement is all about.

I’m an Equalist. I support an unqualified Equal Rights Movement.

And when I look at it, Equalism is exactly what I’m after.

Equal rights under the law – under criminal law, first and foremost, where men are arrested, charged, indicted, convicted and punished heavily for their crimes and ‘alleged crimes’ – whereas women get The Pass for equal or worse wrongdoing. But also under Family Law, which is nowadays all about plucking Mr. Gander to feather Ms. Goose’s nest.

Equal RESPONSIBILITY. I don’t just mean “equal level of blame,” but that’s part of it. I mean equal expectations of responsible, rational action in the conduct of one’s life.

Equal time for equal crime. If a man would be hung for it, so should a woman be hung for it – figuratively speaking, of course.

Equal requirements for any job that has physical-fitness requirements. If you can’t roll up and stow the fire hose, you can’t ride on the fire truck. If you can’t do the job, you don’t get the job.

Equal pay requires equal work. If you can only work at an ‘apprentice/helper’ level, for example in the construction trades, then you should earn ‘apprentice/helper’ level wages – not ‘journeyman’ wages. If you work 40 hours a week, and 20 of those are filled with ‘personal business’ such as extended lunch breaks and extensive chatting with your co-workers, then you have no reason to complain when the guy at the next desk (who works 60 hrs/wk with NO ‘personal business’) earns a bigger paycheck.

How about equal risk on the job? Men are the victims of some 95% of all workplace deaths. Isn’t this an area of ‘equality’ that Fem-Lib should be working on? There should be parity here, shouldn’t there? We can’t consider women ‘liberated’ unless they’re the victims of 50% of workplace deaths, can we?

Equal chance to be drafted into the Armed Forces. I had to register for Selective Services (the draft) when I was 18 years old. Every 18-year-old woman should put her name and SocSec number into the pot, too, with similar penalties if she evades this responsibility.

How about ‘equal treatment’ in the educational system? Nowadays, it’s heavily, HEAVILY biased in favor of girls (pre-pubescent women) and young women. Boys and young men are pushed under the bus. Where are you ladies going to find higher-status men, at this rate?

Equal access to medical care would be another item. A branch issue is “equal funding for medical research,” for such things as prostate cancer; just about as many men die of prostate cancer, each year, as there are women dying of breast cancer. And yet breast-cancer has many multiples as much money thrown at it, and raised for ‘research’ and ‘support’ and ‘awareness’ and all of that. Is that just because breasts are up-front while prostates are buried in back of a man’s junk?

(By the way, ‘junk’ is such a lovely description for a man’s genitalia. To me it implies trash, refuse, litter, useless discards and the like. I guess it fits, seeing as Society now regards men and maleness as trash, refuse, litter, useless discards and the like.)

Equal dignity would be nice, too. When I think of a ‘homeless woman’ I picture her in a shelter with all kinds of support to get her back on her feet. When I think of a ‘homeless man’ he’s out on the street with a battered cardboard sign begging for spare change. I’m not asking for more homeless women on the street, I’m asking for more support for the men who are ‘sleeping rough’.

Then the biggie, the real scandal:

How about ‘equal opportunity’ in Family Law?

How about ‘equal parenting’ in child-custody law? Mommy gets two weeks a month; so does Daddy. They’re spending equal time with the kids, so neither one gets ‘child support’ either. And alimony? That is so 1950s!

How about an equal split of the family assets? Sell the house, split the proceeds, both parties move. Rather than ‘she has the privilege to live in the McMansion, he has the responsibility to pay the mortgage.’

How about an equal chance of getting arrested and hauled-off for domestic violence? And an equal level of government support for battered-men’s shelters? If Charlene can take the kids to “Ruth’s Place” or whatever, why isn’t there a “Roy’s Place” where Charlie can take the kids when his Lady-And-Mistress clocks him out with a handy blunt instrument or carves him up with a kitchen utensil?

(Speaking of that, there was a shudder of horror even through the Men’s Movement recently at a report that a man carved off his wife’s lower lip in revenge for adultery. Shouldn’t Sharon Osborne, from ‘The Talk,’ be required to make wisecracks and giggle hysterically about it on live TV – as she did when Catherine Kieu chopped off her husband’s cock and put it down the garbage disposal? Wouldn’t equality-of-hilarity be appropriate?)


The radical notion that men deserve the same rights and privileges that have been lavished on women, and that women themselves are responsible for their own sierra-hotel-india-tango.

Equal rights, and equal responsibility, under the law.

That’s what I’m after – call me an Equalist!


13 reasons it’s unlucky to be a man (A Voice for Men, 22 Jun) – Glen Poole, former PR Director of Fathers 4 Justice in the UK, outlines and describes at length a baker’s dozen of issues where Society serves men short.

Regret (The Spearhead, 26 Jun) – W. F. Price reviews an article by a NY Times writer who rejected marriage until she was ready – but, by then, her partner wasn’t. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, ladies.

Meet The Zeta Female (A Voice For Men Radio, 28 Jun) – Proposing a new model for women: One of “self-defined, self-determined grown-up adults who make choices and who understand cause and effect;” of “a model of female identity which fosters actual strength, adulthood, and accountability in women, along with adult self ownership.” Are you up to it, ladies? (I know some who are, BTW.)

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I’m happy to see you, too, Sir George Somers!

I am fresh back from a week of sailing in the fresh breezes of the North Atlantic, as one of five crewmembers (plus the captain, who made us six)  on a 48-foot Nautor Swan sailing yacht bound for Bermuda! The experience was a real adventure for the crew, if not for our seasoned captain, Tania Aebi; New York to Bermuda was the first leg of her solo circumnavigation, as a teenager,  in her Contessa 26 sailboat Varuna.  Certainly the voyage we shared with her was much easier for her than that trip. And certainly, with her years of experience, she made it easer and surer for us as well.

My goals were simple: First, prove to myself that I could handle an offshore passage. Second, learn as much as I could from Tania, who is (after all) one of those who have gone where I am dreaming of going. Third, enjoy the voyage, even the parts that might not be so damn enjoyable at the time.

And I met them, with varying levels of success.

The biggest worry I’d had was whether or not I could even get to sleep while the boat was under way. I’ve been doing my share of Bay sailing, but I’ve always spent my nights at anchor; the only times I’ve gone offshore were on ocean liners – and there is a vast difference between a 30,000-ton liner and a 30,000-pound sailboat.  The hiss and crash of the waves on the hull, right beside my ear – the pitching and rolling of the vessel, that would have bounced me out of my bunk if I hadn’t used a lee-cloth to keep me contained there – made it a challenge indeed; but if I couldn’t sleep, I convinced myself, then relaxing my body as totally as I could manage would do me just about as much good. And I did adapt. I did sleep, and took catnaps during the day as I could, and that relieves me of the biggest worry I’d had about sailing the open seas. I can handle it.

My third goal was a whole lot easier. The ocean off Long Island, in June, is still quite chilly, and we had to bundle up for night watches all the time. But there was that amazing sky at 2 AM one night, so thick with stars that I could almost feel myself falling up into its glory, and I was living that line of John Masefield’s poem Sea-Fever: “And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by….” I also had the experience of sailing the Nautor Swan 48, which is more racer than cruiser. It’s got a short, deep and rather bulbous keel and a deep, finely balanced ‘spade’ rudder; it’s marvelously responsive in the right hands, but I had my hands full keeping her close enough to the right course (and I wasn’t the only one!) The daytime watches were entertaining, when most of us were up in the cockpit watching the sea go by; the last couple of days and nights were exciting, with heavy winds driving the boat at eight knots with occasional bumps up to 9 and even 10 knots – and if that doesn’t sound fast to you, you don’t sail, do you? And I had the great good fortune to be at the helm when we dropped and secured the sails, and motored directly upwind into Town Cut and St. George’s Harbor.

The second goal? I’d hoped to brace up Cap’n Tania to hear of how she’d provisioned Varuna, how she’d handled cooking for one plus a cat, how she’d handled the single-handed days and nights of her passages around the world – Et Cet-e-ra, Et Cet-e-ra, Et Cet-e-ra, as Yul Brynner enunciated it in The King And I. She forestalled all of this quite tartly with three words – “Just do it!”

Yes, ma’am, Captain. Will do.

(Well, two out of three ain’t bad.)

So now I’m back. I did see better ways to do a lot of the things I’d have to do on my own voyage, and I’ve got some things to add to Halcyon and some improvements I’ll need to make on her. I’ve worked up a program to ready myself for that future, solo Bermuda run – if not this year, then certainly (God willing) in 2013. Because I’ve expanded my personal envelope, considerably, and I have to grow now to fill it.

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Note: This article was originally published in A Voice For Men. I originally published only a blurb for the AVFM article on this website, but I have decided to post the entire article here as well.


A few weeks ago, we celebrated the Goddess-worshiping festival that we call Mother’s Day. It’s more than a day. The build-up, in advertisers touting flowers and jewelry and day-spa packages and special treats for “the Mom in your life” had gone on practically since Easter.

For restaurants, it is the busiest day of the year, a day for expansive and expensive brunch buffets, crowded with families “giving Mom a break from the kitchen” – families who needed to get the reservations weeks in advance. Flowers, a party, gifts, general lionization – it’s almost like a mini-Bridezilla experience, all in worship of Mom, Glorious Mom.

I wouldn’t be surprised if many single moms and divorced moms feel left-out. Without husbands to take them out to brunch, buy them the choice gifts and pay the tab. With children who have so little, after Mommy does what she pleases with the “child-support” payments (from Daddy via “Child Services”), that they can scarcely give more than hugs and perhaps a few flowers rustled out of somebody’s garden.

They have only part of a thug-boyfriend’s attention; after all, she’s not the mother of his kids. And when the children are put to bed (there’s school tomorrow, after all), she is left alone, sitting on the couch that her “ex” paid for, in the house that her “ex” paid for, with nothing for solace but a bottle of wine. Or gin. Or whatever.

The day before Mother’s Day, A Voice for Men published, This Mother’s Day: Daffodils for Dumpsters – a harsh scolding for the millions of women who have abortions rather than become mothers themselves. One of the comments attached to the article went off-topic, but stung me personally:

How about instead of addressing abortion, we address the fact that mothers, even “good” mothers, do fuck-all nothing about men raised without fathers.

So we do the same thing. Hand out ribbons, black ribbons, which say, “what are you doing to make sure a mother doesn’t deny a man access to his children?”

This stung me because I was raised without a father, but it’s not just my own experience that demands my attention to this problem. Mom-only households were rare while I was growing up. “Single-mom families” and “divorced-mom families” are much more common today. The children from these disabled, dysfunctional families are growing up disabled themselves; subtly, emotionally disabled, in ways that hurt but that don’t show in a physical sense.

There’s an empty place in their hearts, a Daddy-shaped hole that neither Mommy nor her boyfriends can even patch over. There’s an empty space in their learning, too; they don’t learn the value of fathers. They don’t get the lessons that can only be taught subliminally by that role-model in their lives. And they don’t even know what they’re missing – rather I should say that I grew up fatherless with only the haziest idea of what I was missing.  But I knew that I had no one to play catch with me. No one to swat me when I messed with his tools, then help me build my Pinewood Derby car. No one to treat me like “his boy.” No one to show me, really show me, that a man has a deserved and necessary place with his children, with his family, in his home. No one to live with me and show me what it is to be a man.

Don’t even try to tell me that isn’t important. I fucking-well know how important it is.

The third Sunday in June is labeled “Father’s Day.” It sounds like a day to celebrate and lionize Father – but if past years are any indication, the main course will be shaming for the men that “should have done better,” and vituperative scorn for the “Deadbeat Dads” who aren’t with their children.

Many of those “deadbeat dads” don’t even know they have children. Many others have had their children torn from their lives in a brutal divorce.

Some of them languish in prison because they could no longer pay ruinous child-support demands, set when they had a much better job – and before their reputations, and their employability, were ruined by their former wives’ mendacious and malicious charges of “domestic violence” and “child abuse.”

Yeah, there are thugs who don’t care, but they are very much in the minority, as are the “dads” who are not merely “deadbeat,” but actually dead; leaving, perhaps, some photos, some shiny trinkets, and a flag folded in a triangular display case.

Most fatherless kids, though, are fatherless because their mothers pushed the fathers out of their lives.

I’d like to propose some recognition for these fatherless children, and the men who would have been with them as fathers if their mothers hadn’t kicked them out. Let’s call it “Fatherless Day.”

It should be a day to remind women everywhere that their children need their Daddies, too – and all the time, not just two weekends a month. A day to remind children just how important and precious their fathers are. A time to remind fathers, themselves, that they are worthy of having a major role in their children’s lives.

And a time to remind “Daddy Government,” and its enabling whores in the Main Scream Media, that fathers are important – not just as sperm donors and ATMs, not just for paying the fuckin’ bills, but for the sake of the children.


This is the original blurb I posted here for the A Voice For Men publication of this article:

Today I am honored by the doyen of the Manosphere, Dr. Paul Elam.

He has published my article, Fatherless Day, on A Voice for Men. I’d written it for this, my blog, but when I sent it to him – hoping that maybe he’d see it as fit for his use – he accepted it enthusiastically. (I’d thought of publishing it here. I shall not. Go read it on AVfM!)

And – by wonderful chance – it appears on the anniversary of the self-immolation of Thomas James Ball.

I’d like to dedicate ‘Fatherless Day’ to his memory.


My high-seas adventure starts tomorrow – I’ll be heading up to New York to join the S/V Avocation, and sailing to Bermuda with Captain Tania Aebi the next morning. Tania Aebi is one of my acknowledged heroes, as she went and did what I’m dreaming of doing – and she did it as a teenager. I hope I can learn a lot from her – I’m certainly going to try!


With my own article published on A Voice For Men, I’m not going to single any others out from Dr. Paul’s website today. I am going to say this: Go there and read anything. I’m in awe of the writers he gets; I am but a croaking crow to them.

Force, Control and Responsibility (The Spearhead, 14 June 2012) may be the best article I’ve seen there. If you think about it, you may find yourself visualizing the backlash that Feminism International will likely receive at the collapse of the Misandry Bubble. If you think it can’t happen here … don’t be so sure.

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This is my first article to be published on the Manosphere. It appeared on In Mala Fide, 5 April 2011, and the comments I got from it were part of what encouraged me, finally, to start my own blog. With IMF’s passing, I’ve reposted it here – and I thank Ferdinand Bardamu for publishing it.

(I’ve appended the original comments to the end of this article.)

Ten Thousand Generals

by BeijaFlor on April 5, 2011

in Philosophy

“When is the Men’s Rights Movement going to get up off of its keister and DO something about Men’s Rights?”

You’ve heard that complaint. You might even have uttered it, or screamed it while you were shaking your fist at the image of some fresh outrage, glowing on your computer screen. You feel called to action, ready to paint up signs and charge down to the public square, like the flash-point mobs who took over Tahrir Square last month. The righteous wrath is upon your brow, and you’re ready to DO something. But … what? Where? Isn’t there someone to call for the STRIKE!!!…?

Finally you shake your head, as your choler ebbs. What is there to do? Isn’t there someone to gather us together, tally us off, give us our place in the Order? Where are the leaders, now that we need them?

They’re spread across the world. Quiet and anonymous, most of them; known to you only by their blog names and screennames on sites like The Spearhead; A Voice For Men; The False Rape Society. Some leaders have their own blogs, like Pro Male/Anti-Feminist Tech, Whiskey, Jack Donovan, Elusive Wapiti, Angry Harry, Roissy and many others. Some leaders are guest-authors on others’ sites. Some just give comments that make sense.

Some of our leaders may be unaware of it – because in cyberspace, you don’t have to stand out or strut to be a leader. You just have to share a line of thought that others find worth following.

A Galaxy of Directions, Infinite Paths

Aside from a following, a leader has to present a path – and take a look around you in the manosphere; there can be as many paths as there are people looking. We are in the realm of all-that’s-possible here, after all; there’s no Horace Greeley pointing out the one obvious direction, “Go West!”

Let’s pick on three obvious directions that get a lot of attention: legal reform, go-your-own-way, and Game.

We all agree that the feminist agenda has suborned the courts, the lawmakers, the governments of Western civilization. We have an immense literature of cautionary tales; from the barely-pubescent boy whose teacher seduced him into impregnating her and now demands child support, to the husbands who have had all they built and saved and amassed for family and future seized by the courts and awarded to their no-fault divorcing wives, to the college girls who turned consensual sex into rape accusals to avoid looking like a slut (the Duke and Hofstra cases). These are spectacular, but there’s also the quiet gnawing at the workplace, from “equal opportunity” rules that disdain merit in favor of diversity … to harassment rules that recast innocent banter into a “perceived threat,” as rehearsed by an “empowered victim” who twists a man’s words into something at which she can “rightly assume horror.” And what a tiny selection this makes of the whole rotten game!

There is plenty to fight in that Gorgon-headed legal monster, and you can find plenty of strategies in the manosphere from people who have been in those trenches. Are you vulnerable to the attacks of The System? Almost certainly. Is there help, is there advice, that can help you? Definitely. Can you help out here; can you make a difference? Probably. Is this your fight? … Is it?

That’s up to you, isn’t it?

Some of us are relatively immune to Family Law, or at least we conceive ourselves so. There are the boys, the young men, who have watched the young women about them start to turn skank … turn privileged … and start growing snakes in their hair (I can’t get away from that Gorgon image, can I?) There are men, somewhat older, who see the predatory nature of the women in their environment, and want naught to do with them. And there are even older, embittered men, who bear the scars of cougar-bitch treatment on their hearts and their souls. These are men who turn their back on the women, who retreat, the Men Going Their Own Way.

Is the MGTOW movement a cop-out, an ignominous retreat – or is it a valid response to a society gone as bat-shit crazy as ours? Have you read Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand? The whole premise of that book was “the producers go on strike” – leaving the world of business and industry to the parasites that kept digging new pitfalls for the entrepreneur, and simply saying “I quit.” The spirit of John Galt has gotten more infectious among men, who look at the price of taking a wife or even a girlfriend in today’s world, and decide that the game is no longer worth the candle.

But then, there are the men who differ … who value success with women as their great pleasure and their motivating force. Unfortunately, the “Liberated Woman” has become harder and harder to hunt. They’re out there, they’re sluttier than ever, but they “shoot back” and they’ll cut you off in a New York second – unless you have Game.

Even before Neil Strauss wrote his blockbuster book The Game, there have been books and secret methods that promised to help even the shy guys get ahead with women. Paradoxically, the “liberation” that was supposed to free women from the slings and arrows of Mrs. Grundy encouraged them to set higher and higher barriers to their romantic favors; “she doesn’t NEED men,” in today’s world, and she only goes for the ones who tickle her fancy (as our Victorian forefathers might have said). Multitudes of men are buying into the Mystery method, the Game, to learn how to get past the defenses of these women, to take them to bed, to pump ‘em and dump ‘em and go get some more.

Is that what excites you? Are you good at Game? That’s leadership, too.

And those are just a few of the issues faced by the Men’s Rights Movement.

Lead, Follow, Or … What?

So … where are the leaders? Is there any one right path; is there any one overriding just cause? And with so many voices, so many advocates, so many different “projects” to compete for your attention … who should you be following?

I’ve been saving mention of one men’s-rights bloggers to explain my view: Leonidas, with the twin sites In Mala Fide and Fighting on the Shade. He took the name Leonidas from Greek history – the Persian wars, and the Battle of Thermopylae, where three hundred Spartans under the generalship of Leonidas stopped the Persians at the cost of immense heroism – and their lives; but these are men to whom FREEDOM was worth their last, full measure of strength, warcraft, and devotion.

Feminism’s incursion and invasion into our society, with the backing of the State, looks as daunting to us as Xerxes’ vast army looked to the Spartan few. And some of us are ready to stand and die opposing it. But is that required of all? Remember that the original Leonidas had an army from all over Greece, but he sent away all but his three hundred fellow Spartans – men of his own polis, of his own history and traditions, men who thought like him and would fight like him, and would stand and die like him.

Thermopylae is not the only great story of the indomitable Greek against the greatest of odds. Another story has room for all of our different urges, abilities, goals and vision … Xenophon’s The March Of The Ten Thousand.

Xenophon is one of a band of mercenaries, fighting for one of Xerxes’ sons, in support of his campaign against another son who sits on Xerxes’ throne. Their patron dies in a great battle, and when the Greek’s general Clearchus goes to parley with the victor, he and the Greek leaders are treacherously slain; one manages to return, and dies giving the news to the band. The next day is bleak, but Xenophon stirs them into action … and rather than assume the mantle of leadership, he tells his compatriots that each and every one of them will have to contribute and bear responsibility for their safe return. Where the Persians had only the one general to slay, he said, now they will face ten thousand generals, each ready to take the initiative, all working together to pull the band through to their goals.

I would like to suggest that we are in the same condition. We have many leaders, but no generals; we have no explicit organization, no headquarters, no central target to be attacked by those who would lose when we win. This empowers each of us to look and think for ourselves, rather than wait for orders; to take the initiative where we see an opening; to act together where we can, but to act on our own – perhaps choosing our own path; but also, this demands of each of us the discipline and responsibility of a leader, and to be mindful of the greater goals of Men’s Rights.

Every one of us a general. They face ten thousand generals … and more.

I salute you.

{ 18 comments… these are the original comments from In Mala Fide.}

 1  The Fifth Horseman April 5, 2011 at 5:29 pm

Some men ARE taking action, in a very targetted, amplified way.

The URLs @ Urinals flyer campaign has a very amplified effect against feminism. Some men have already been taking action, but not enough.

It will take just 1000 hours of flyer-posting to set a sequene of events into motion. So go out and DO it.

 2  Ryu April 5, 2011 at 6:00 pm

We were talking on another thread about Agent Provacatuers.

Heirarchical structures tend to be infiltrated easily. Those higher up on the pyramide may be bought and sell out their fellows. Alot of people think the Tea Party has been subverted.

This is why the cell structure is recommended. There is no central leadership. There is no heirarchy. The common goal is understood, and each cell pursues the goal in the way it sees fit.

 3  Firepower April 5, 2011 at 6:16 pm

The internets give a soapbox to every crackpot – and genius – which is why the proliferation of 10,000 Generals.

Problem is, there’s only two worth following.

 4  Leonidas April 5, 2011 at 6:41 pm

“Problem is, there’s only two worth following.”

Who’s the other one?

 5  Jack Donovan April 5, 2011 at 6:44 pm

Laconic answer, Leonidas. Well played.

 6  Workshy Joe April 5, 2011 at 6:58 pm

The author is right.

Grass roots political action is NOT required to address men’s issues. Just the spread of information.

The institution of marriage is broken. It won’t be fixed. Simple solution: DON’T GET MARRIED.

No marriage certificate is required for co-habitation. Of course, even co-habitation isn’t required to get laid on a regular basis.

MGTOW and Game are where its at.

 7  collegeslacker April 5, 2011 at 7:13 pm

Gonna have to agree with Workshy Joe.

It’s Game or MGTOW all the way. Our government and laws are too corrupt to change; the Leviathan consumes all that oppose it.

It all comes down to personal preference which one you choose. Not marrying and learning Game works within the system without contributing to it. Going MGTOW says fuck you to the system and ignores it altogether. Either way, we’re all doing our best to starve the beast.

 8  raliv April 5, 2011 at 7:41 pm

In the long run, its the Men Going There Own Way and learning Game that are going to be sheltered from the fallout when the Misandry Bubble collapses. Stay mobile, learn a global trade or put together forms of passive income, and keep your passport in good order.

9  Factory April 5, 2011 at 8:39 pm

Great article. It’s important to note that the Mens Movement is, by nature, a cell-structure, grouped largely around certain websites. I would suggest that each site take a hard look at their marketing, their branding, and their message, and begin homogenizing it.

It’s already happening naturally, but it’s a no-brainer that the more well advertised and branded websites will gain more and more followers, and thus grow the movement.

Frankly, I think the days of gathering together in the town square are LONG gone, and internet based advocacy is much more effective in gaining attention. But I’m glad to see a more market-savvy approach to this movement.

 10  Lovekraft April 5, 2011 at 9:11 pm

Yeah, Firepower, I am curious too.

Who’s these two you mention?

 11  Clarence April 5, 2011 at 9:42 pm

Glenn Sacks has done some good.

Legal reform on a massive scale is hopeless for now, but legal reform in a limited manner is possible. This won’t save “the system”, who wants to save that? But it might give servicemembers a better chance at custody hearings or result in the removal of an absolutely evil (not just uncaring) DA. TFH’s urinal strategy isn’t bad either. Spreading awareness is the first step and we’ve come a LONG way in that since I got involved in the late 90′s. But there’s still a ways to go yet.

That’s still making the world a better place. MGTOW is probably the safest long term bet, but one doesn’t have to give up on everything when one does that.

 12  MeMyselfI April 5, 2011 at 9:54 pm

Don’t get married. Don’t even “date”. Don’t have children.

Don’t pay taxes (this is a biggee. Even 10% participation would overwhelm the collection agencies and send a STRONG message… but getting there is difficult)

Don’t (over)consume. Don’t do *anything* to help the economy recover. Default on anything that you owe.

Let the system collapse.

 13  Gordon Guano April 5, 2011 at 10:44 pm

There is a symbiosis between labor and capital, industry and consumer. The only reason going Galt worked in Atlas Shrugged was due to a perpetual motion deus ex machina. Rand’s work would be good anecdotal evidence of women’s inability to comprehend logic, though, I’ll give you that.

 14  George April 6, 2011 at 8:21 am

Kudos to those of you who can MGTOW and Game your way through this. For various reasons, many of us are stuck with a more serious decision regarding the legal system.

@Gordon be careful with these nuts, pointing out Alisa Rosenbaum’s illogic is nearly as much an apostasy as noting the inflection point in American society that occurred in the 80′s…

15  BeijaFlor April 6, 2011 at 9:11 am

@ Gordon, Atlas Shrugged may be a bible to some MGTOW’s, or the Prophecies to others … to me personally, it was a weighty but entertaining novel founded in Rand’s perspective and philosophy. And John Galt is a familiar symbol to many who have philosophical pretensions rooted in Rand’s era. I don’t take him seriously.

I ain’t no John Galt. Similarly, I ain’t no Xenophon. And this is a battlefield, not of spears and arrows or guns and bombs, but of ideas.

Certainly, there are “centers of mass” in the MRM of cyberspace. In Mala Fide is one; there are dozens more that get a lot of “chatter,” and many many more that are part of the show. But we are a network here; not a hierarchy, not a cell-structure, but an amorphous pseudo-organism whose bits (each one of us) can act autonomously or together. Off the net, each of us is a man alone.

man alone.

We have each our own strength, each our own resolve, each our own courage to sustain ourselves. We don’t need to gaggle together around coffee and brownies to find agreement, “shared consciousness,” hive-think support and all that. Each of us is strong and can stand alone … and act alone, as each one sees fit.

There are causes, events, particular battles, where our combined efforts can multiply our pressure toward our goals. “State of Maine vs Vladek Filler” is one of these (check The False Rape Society and SAVE). And there are other actions (URLS For Urinals; thanks for noting it, TFH) that we can quietly go about on our own, for the price of a few milliliters of printer ink and a box of labels.

But, so far, there is no call for us to descend physically, en masse, on a courthouse square to march around in protest of a particular injustice. Will you be ready when that call comes? I hope so.

 16  Firepower April 6, 2011 at 1:41 pm

Leonidas April 5, 2011 at 6:41 pm

“Problem is, there’s only two worth following.”

Who’s the other one?

What really matters, is: If you have the stomach
to be the other one.

 17  AlekNovy April 6, 2011 at 7:59 pm

I believe mgtow is most powerful and hits things at the core. The best part about mgtow is that it’s happening all over the world. Men everywhere are doing it instinctively as if we were biologically programmed to go mgtow when society fails us.

The thing is – feminism and female privilege can only exist as long as the men at the bottom of the pyramid choose to support the system. The moment men abandon the system en masse, the entire system crumbles.

 18  AlekNovy April 6, 2011 at 8:03 pm

Legal reform – trying to prevent the asshole from cheating at the game
GAME – trying to out-cheat the asshole at his own game
mgtow – declaring the game over and creating a new game

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