The Never-ending Pursuit of, "Happily Ever After"

I have spoken to many women about relationships, both casually and in a counseling setting. No matter the context, this ever-elusive state of “happy” seems to dominate the concerns of the modern woman. Here are actual examples of what I have heard:

Her: I divorced him because he could not make me happy.

Me: What makes you happy?

Her: I do not know what makes me happy, but it is his job to find out.

Her: I never said I marry bad men. Both of my ex-husbands were really good men, they just never knew how to make me happy.

Me: Why do you keep breaking up with these men?

Her: None of them know how to make me happy.

Me: Have you ever thought the problem is that you are not happy?

Her: You hate women.

Me: I am never dating again. I am not going to be an ATM for someone who will point out every fault she sees in me while expecting me to fund everything she desires. I am not doing that again.

Her: Who hurt you? Not all women are the same. You need to find your happiness. You need to keep trying to find a girlfriend until you find your happiness. You need to know you have the right to be happy.

Her: I do not care how many times I have to marry and divorce, I am going to keep doing this until I find my happiness.

Dating Strategies of a Female as a Fisherman

A woman wants to catch the biggest and tastiest fish without owning a pole, line, hook, reel, or lure. She will not step near a lake, pond, creek, or river. She expects the fish to find her, pursue her, and convince her to take him, all while she hides away in a mountain cabin waiting for her meal to leap into her frying pan.

Just like Sleeping Beauty, she hides in the woods expecting someone to come to her. A woman initiates nothing but breakups and divorces, yet still believes the best will somehow arrive at her doorstep without effort, risk, or pursuit on her part.

What a Shitty Way of Ending a Relationship

I had a girlfriend who went to an out of state college after we had been dating for almost eight months. We had known each other for a year before we started the relationship. I had already been in college for two years but dropped out a year before she began. I asked her if she wanted to end things when she left, but she said no. During her first year away, I visited her every month, and she even convinced me to restart my education at her college.

I applied, got accepted, and was set to start in September. At the end of her semester, we found an apartment together for the new school year. I paid the first month’s rent and the deposit for both of us.

That summer was great, we spent time together and talked about our future living together while attending school.

When September came, we packed and prepared to move. Out of nowhere, she called me from our apartment, saying she had arrived early to get it ready.

Two days later, I arrived to find the locks changed. She came to the door wearing another man’s shirt and handed me an envelope with the money I had paid for rent and deposit. She told me it was time to break up.

Inside, a shirtless man sat drinking beer and watching TV. My first reaction was rage, I wanted to lash out, but growing up in a rough neighborhood taught me that violence would not fix anything.

Now I was in a new city on the first day of school with nowhere to stay. I found a last minute spot in an expensive dorm across the street. I stayed there for a year and never saw her again.

Her Perception of Her Provider's Duties

Regardless of her age, marital status, or social standing, a woman will not give her love to a man unless he surpasses her in status and income. She will expect him to take on even her most basic responsibilities without question. You will often hear her say, “He is not making me happy,” placing the entire weight of her happiness on his shoulders as if her emotional state is his lifelong assignment. She sees him as a provider by default and believes it is his duty to ensure her comfort, her lifestyle, and her sense of fulfillment. In her mind, a man’s primary purpose is to pay the bills for another full grown adult.

It does not matter if she has one child or several from previous relationships, she assumes any man stepping into her life should want to provide for them as if they were his own. In her mind, his main role is not to build a partnership but to financially support her and another man’s offspring without complaint.

When she finds such a man, she will often push for marriage, not out of deep love, but to secure a lifelong contract binding him to her needs. The moment he legally commits, the dynamic shifts. Affection can fade, appreciation can vanish, and her energy turns to highlighting his flaws, whether they exist or not. Divorce then becomes a profitable exit strategy, a way to cash out on the man she once claimed to cherish.

Any man who obeys her every demand is not, in her mind, a “real man.” The irony is that any man who refuses to be her personal provider gets branded with the exact same insult. In her world, a man only earns respect when he sacrifices himself entirely for her benefit, and even then, it is never enough.

Her Pickup Strategy

She rejects, mocks, and ridicules any man who approaches her, yet she depends on those approaches to feed her self-worth. Every glance, every compliment, every attempt to connect is validation that she still has value. The more men approach, the more powerful she feels. The irony is that she will even reject men she finds attractive, because turning them down boosts her sense of superiority. Her ego swells with every dismissal.

She hides behind predictable routines of home, work, and school, waiting for her perfect Prince Charming to seek her out, discover her, and rescue her from her own monotony. She refuses to initiate any form of relationship, convincing herself that making the first move would mean forcing something that is not “meant to be.”

In social settings, even when she has her eye on a man in the room, she refuses to act directly. Instead, she adjusts her clothes, flips her hair, and shifts her posture in a silent plea for attention. She treats these subtle gestures as effort, expecting him to notice, approach, and pursue. If no one does, she leaves the event irritated, blaming men for not “stepping up.”

She will even avoid eye contact or any gesture that might make her interest obvious. And if, by some rare chance, the man she desires approaches her and initiates contact, she still finds a reason to reject him. Maybe he spoke too soon, waited too long, stood too close, or said the wrong words. No matter the reason, she frames it as proof that he did not approach her the “right way,” preserving her throne while keeping every man beneath it.

What She Really Wants

• She does not want to be a girlfriend.
• She does not want to be a fiancée.
• She does not want to be a wife.
• She does not want to be a mother.
• She wants to be a bride.

• She does not want to be married.
• She only wants a wedding.

• She does not want a boyfriend.
• She does not want a man.
• She does not want a husband.
• She does not want a father for her kids.
• She only wants a provider.

• She does not want a man to love her.
• She wants a never-ending stream of men to praise and compliment her while giving her endless attention and an endless flow of men pursuing her.
• She does not want to have a family.
• She does not even want to have kids.
• She does not even want to work.
• She only wants multiple streams of income in the form of child support from multiple providers while being the center of attention in family court as a judge with higher status than the men she chose gets dominated and controlled to her delight and benefit.

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I wrote the above and sent it out to several of my male friends. They all laughed, and some even replied that they knew a few women who fall into this line of thought.

hen I started to send this out to a few of my female friends. They all responded with, “Not ALL girls are like that.”

One woman, who had been married for 40 years and had grandkids, took it upon herself to call me in order to berate me and correct my evil and misogynistic ways.

She called, and the first words out of her mouth were, “Not ALL girls are like that.”

I replied, “I was not writing about ALL women. I started all lines with ‘She,’ not ‘All women.’”

Noticing her mistake, she paused for a moment and said, “But you made it seem like all women want that.”

I corrected her immediately. “I did not make it seem that all women were like that. I wrote that about one girl. I did not make it seem like anything. It was you who manipulated and misinterpreted it in a way that demonized me and victimized ALL women. I am not responsible for how you interpret my writings. You are mad at me for your own thoughts based on how you see the world. I did not make you mad, you got angry on your own.”

She immediately said, “You could have written that in a better way.”

I asked her, “How could I write that in a better way? Please tell me. I am willing to hear you out so I can correct my evil ways and write something you think is better. Please give me some pointers on how to become a better writer.”

She simply said, “You just could have written it better.”

I countered, “How could I have written this better? I do not know a better way to write what I have just written. I need some clue on how to better my writing.”

With that, she hung up the phone, but before she did, she uttered her final judgment: “You hate ALL women.”

How Much Money Will It Take?

How much money does a man need to make before you even consider loving him?

How much will your son have to earn just to be tolerated by a woman who measures his worth in dollars instead of character?

How fat does a man’s wallet have to be before you decide your daughter is safe in his hands, not because of who he is, but because of what he can buy?

A Real Woman

So many times over the years, I have heard women spit out the words “not a real man” toward any man who refuses to bend, break, and submit to their immediate wants. They use it as a weapon, a way to shame men into compliance. But if we are going to talk about what “real” is, then it is time to lay down what makes a real woman.

• A real woman is feminine, not a cheap imitation of masculinity.

• A real woman smiles, because her energy lifts her family, it does not drain it.

• A real woman keeps her family together instead of threatening to destroy it when she does not get her way.

• A real woman is grateful and thankful to her husband for what he provides, instead of treating his efforts as bare minimum requirements.

• A real woman is intelligent, not just educated, but wise enough to know how to keep a man and raise a family.

• A real woman is calming, not chaotic.

• A real woman takes responsibility for her own happiness instead of demanding a man hand-deliver it to her.

• A real woman is the pride of her family, not the shame whispered about at reunions.

• A real woman is beautiful at any age because she values self-respect over self-exposure.

• A real woman is not masculine, because competing with her man is not the same as loving him.

• A real woman turns a man’s house into a loving home instead of a place he dreads walking into.

• A real woman wipes the tears off her husband’s face and does not belittle him for showing human emotion.

• A real woman holds high standards for her own actions instead of policing everyone else’s.

• A real woman is her man’s support, not his burden.

• A real woman does not get divorced as a shortcut to “finding herself.”

• A real woman does not have a body count over one, because she understands her value is not in being passed around.

• A real woman does not cheat on her husband, period.

• A real woman does not plot against her husband like he is the enemy.

• A real woman does not yell, scream, or hit when she is angry, because self-control is not optional.

• A real woman is the source of her man’s peace and comfort, not the reason he hides in the garage to avoid her.

• A real woman does not throw temper tantrums like a child.

• A real woman does not fake ailments for attention.

• A real woman does not crave attention, because she knows her worth without needing a crowd.

• A real woman does not threaten to tear apart her own family to win an argument.

• A real woman does not turn her children against their father for revenge.

• A real woman does not manipulate, shame, or test the people she claims to love.

• A real woman does not crave status symbols like overpriced clothes or jewelry to feel important.

• A real woman does not blame others for her own poor choices.

• A real woman does not whine or complain her way through life.

• A real woman does not need makeup to be beautiful, because beauty is built on character.

• A real woman does not cover herself in tattoos to appear edgy.

• A real woman does not carve herself up with surgeries to impress strangers.

• A real woman does not drink, smoke, or take drugs to escape reality.

• A real woman does not beg for validation from anyone outside her home.

• A real woman does not need a degree to prove her worth, because her value is not tied to a title.

• A real woman does not weaponize her status against her husband.

• A real woman is not jealous or insecure, because she is confident in the role she has built.

• A real woman does not measure her husband’s love in gifts or money, but in the loyalty, sacrifice, and dedication she gives him in return.

When was the last time you saw one? For most men today, the answer is simple, never.

What About Me? I’m One of the Good Ones

Today, a woman who knew my writings decided to confront me about my views on women. She asked why I only wrote about bad women and never about the good ones. I asked her where I could find one of these good women. She pointed at herself with both thumbs and said, “Me.”

I started asking questions. She told me she had been married for six years and had two children, a 12 year old boy and a 9 year old girl. I immediately realized she had been married before and asked why she divorced her first husband. She claimed he never worked. But after digging deeper, I found out that her first husband had actually worked two jobs. Her real complaint was that he did not make enough money for her liking. She also admitted she refused to work because she believed providing was a man’s job.

I pointed out that in her second marriage she was now working, the very thing she refused to do in her first marriage. She did not like hearing that.

I asked how she met her second husband. She said they met and hit it off right away. I pressed further, asking if she had been looking for a replacement while still married to her first husband. She admitted she had. I asked if she secured her second husband before leaving her first. She said yes, without the slightest hesitation, as if there was nothing wrong with it.

Then I asked if she was currently looking for a replacement for her second husband. She acted shocked and demanded to know why I would ask that. I repeated the question. She said she loved her current husband. I told her it would have been easier to answer “yes” or “no” rather than dodge the question twice. I told her I would take her non-answer as a “yes.”

I asked if she wanted her son to marry a woman and raise another man’s children. She said, “No,” without hesitation. When I asked why, she said it was a terrible deal. So I asked how she felt about her second husband accepting the exact same terrible deal from her. Her face went red.

Then I hit her harder: “Do you want your son’s future wife to declare that he’s not doing enough, find a new man, and have him raise your future grandchildren so you can visit them in another man’s home?” She tensed up but kept her composure because she was at her place of business. She insisted that would never happen because her son is a great kid.

I reminded her that boys often seek out women like their mothers, so she should not be too confident.

Finally, I asked if she wanted her daughter to actively look for a replacement husband once she got married. That is when she got up and walked away.

I never judged her. I never insulted her. I just asked questions. She got angry because I made her look in a mirror, and she did not like the reflection staring back at her.

The Illusion of Powerlessness, Her Choices, Her Consequences

The average woman gets approached over a hundred times a month, online, at work, in public, on dating apps, in DMs, on the street. Men constantly throw compliments, attention, offers, and resources at her feet. From that endless stream of options, she gets to handpick who she gives her time, her body, and her future to.

She does not settle for an equal. She chooses the man who is better than her, more stable, more attractive, more successful. She targets the top tier man and then pressures him to marry her, because no man wakes up dreaming about signing a one sided lifelong contract that only benefits her. Men do not fantasize about weddings or commitment, they get dragged into it, manipulated by ultimatums, pregnancy traps, or emotional blackmail.

From the start, she holds every single card.She decides when to date. She decides who to sleep with. She decides whether to use birth control. She decides whether to take Plan B. She decides whether to have an abortion. She decides whether to keep the baby. She even decides whether the father gets to be in that child’s life at all. Family court will hand her the final say on everything, even if he is a great father. To the system, he is just an accessory to her decision.

And yet, when it all falls apart, when she is single with kids, broke, bitter, and alone, it is never her fault. It is always “he left,” “he changed,” or “men ain’t shit.” She had thousands of opportunities to get it right, thousands of men chasing her, and the power to vet, delay, protect, or abort. But when it blows up, she plays the victim.

She will claim she is powerless, but she had full reproductive control. She will claim men do not step up, but she picked the wrong men. She will claim she was tricked, but she controlled every single checkpoint from start to finish.

This is the modern scam, she has every choice, but accepts none of the blame.It is not that women are powerless, they are shielded from accountability. Empowered to choose, entitled to complain, and excused when their choices explode.

That is not oppression, that is unchecked power.

The Hatred for Men Is Strong

There is a deep rooted, institutionalized hatred for men in today’s culture, and the moment you dare to call it out, you are branded a misogynist. Women are systematically trained, through TV shows, movies, music, and talk shows, to distrust, belittle, and despise men at every level. From childhood, they are spoon fed a narrative that men are disposable, abusive, or useless, unless of course they need something. Then suddenly, a man becomes valuable for a moment, whether it is protection, money, attention, or emotional labor. But once that need is filled, he is tossed aside like a used napkin. Men are no longer seen as human beings, they are tools, temporary utilities in a woman’s emotional and financial toolbox, to be picked up when convenient and thrown away when they are not.

A man is expected to jump in front of a bullet, but keep his mouth shut when he is being emotionally gutted. He is expected to pay for dinner, even if he goes home alone. He is expected to provide, but never complain. He is expected to protect, but never be protected. His pain is mocked, his struggles ignored, and his worth measured only by what he can offer a woman in the moment. The second he stops being a benefit, he is labeled weak, toxic, or insecure.

When a woman cries in public, the world stops to comfort her. When a man cries, he is told to man up. When a woman is broke, people rush to help. When a man is broke, he is called a loser. When a woman vents, she is “empowered.” When a man vents, he is “bitter.” This double standard is not just obvious, it is celebrated. Even in the courtroom, a woman can destroy a man financially, lie without evidence, and walk away with half his income, full custody, and public sympathy. The man is left treated like a criminal simply for existing after she no longer wants him.

Men have been reduced to temporary solutions for permanent female desires. Need help moving? Call a man. Need a bill paid? Call a man. Need someone to listen to you cry? Call a man. But once the emotions are soothed, the rent is paid, and the crisis has passed, he disappears again. He is invisible. Disposable. Until the next need arises.

The worst part is that most men have been conditioned to accept this treatment without question. They are told this is what strength looks like. This is what a “real man” does. Be silent. Be useful. Die quietly. Society values a man only for what he gives, never for who he is. And the rare few who speak out are mocked, shamed, and accused of hating women simply for telling the truth.

This is not bitterness, it is clarity. The system is not broken, it is functioning exactly as it was designed, to exploit men while erasing their humanity. And the longer men stay silent, the more this exploitation becomes the norm.

Do Good Guys Really Finish Last?

Good guys finish first because they refuse to carry the dead weight of a woman’s endless demands, emotional chaos, manufactured crises, tantrums, guilt trips, backhanded insults, fake tears, and psychological warfare. They rise because they are not wasting their lives pandering to a bottomless pit of neediness, entitlement, and manipulation. They move forward without being chained to someone who drains their energy, poisons their peace, and sabotages their progress. They win because they understand that walking alone is better than crawling under the weight of someone who only takes.

The Basic Female

For many women who grow up without a father in the home, the idea of the perfect man starts taking shape in their early teens. Movies, television, books, and traits they admire in people around them become the blueprint. The image is not based on one real man, but on a patchwork of qualities, charm, confidence, looks, status, humor, all stitched together into one idealized figure.

Over time, she fine tunes this fantasy. She adds traits, sharpens details, and upgrades the picture until her version of Prince Charming feels real in her mind. This man is no longer just a vague daydream, he becomes her destiny, the one who is supposed to find her.

But she does not go looking for him. She convinces herself that searching would ruin the “meant to be” moment. Instead, she waits. When men approach her, she rejects most of them, sometimes even men she finds attractive. She tells herself she is testing them. She wants to see persistence, as if enduring rejection is proof of worthiness.

This fantasy is built over years, shaped by flashes of influence, a smile from an actor, the ambition of a fictional hero, the voice of a singer. She collects what she likes, discards what she does not, and keeps refining the standard. Eventually, she starts judging real men against this impossible model and refuses to settle for anything less.

When she dates men who fall short of the fantasy, she treats them as placeholders. They are not “the one,” they are stopgaps, temporary providers of emotional comfort, financial help, or convenience. She calls it “survival mode,” but in truth, the fantasy is untouched and waiting in the background.

This mismatch poisons the relationship. She grows cold, critical, and emotionally withdrawn. She complains to friends but leaves her partner confused about why her affection has dried up. Beneath it is resentment, resentment toward him for not being her dream, resentment toward herself for compromising, and resentment toward the fact that he believes in the fake version of her she has been acting out.

Her affection becomes strategy, not love. She plays nice when it serves her, but it is calculated. When she meets men who treat her well, she mistrusts them, calling them “too nice.” This is projection, she assumes they are pretending because she has been pretending.

If someone appears who seems closer to the fantasy, she shifts. The act with her current man crumbles. She becomes distant and harsh. This is not a sudden change, it is the unmasking of how little she was invested from the start. Her energy and attention move toward the new possibility.

She expects total commitment from a man, but rarely gives the same. She waits until she feels secure that he is fully invested, then she relaxes her loyalty and begins scanning for upgrades. Her attachment is conditional, based on being chosen, not on choosing him in return.

When she says a man has “potential,” she does not mean career or intellect. She means potential to be molded into the man she has invented in her mind. She will influence, manipulate, and test to try and shape him into that role.

If the roles are reversed, and a man says she has potential, she takes offense. She hears it as proof that she is not already perfect. It rattles her self image.

The older she gets, the more the gap between reality and fantasy widens. By her forties or fifties, the fantasy has been so polished and refined that no real man can compete with it. At that point, she is chasing a ghost she created.

It is the same as a young man working entry level jobs while training for a career in law, each job is a stepping stone. Except in her case, the “career” is a man who may not even exist outside her imagination. And every real relationship in her life was nothing more than another stepping stone toward a man who only lives in her head.

Things Men Want Women to Stop Doing to Their Husbands

• Stop competing with men on every level.

• Stop being combative.

• Stop constantly testing men.

• Stop faking ailments for attention.

• Stop speaking in hints.

• Stop creating drama.

• Stop acting immature.

• Stop playing the victim.

• Stop telling others private details about your life with your husband.

• Stop putting yourself in dangerous situations and expecting men to save you.

• Stop questioning our every move.

• Stop focusing on our flaws while ignoring your own.

• Stop using double standards.

• Stop expecting us to read your mind.

• Stop treating us like projects to fix.

• Stop withholding affection as a manipulation tactic.

• Stop comparing us to other men.

• Stop assuming the worst about our intentions.

• Stop making everything a power struggle.

• Stop belittling our interests and hobbies.

• Stop bringing up past arguments to win current ones.

• Stop expecting us to be perfect while accepting flaws in yourself.

• Stop dismissing our feelings just because we express them differently.

Make Me Happy

Women are emotional dependents by design. Their happiness rarely comes from within. They outsource their peace of mind to everything and everyone around them, the weather, horoscopes, boyfriends, girlfriends, social media likes, therapists, antidepressants, and whatever trend of the month tells them how to feel.

They do not cultivate happiness, they expect it to be delivered. They lean on a man to lift their mood, then resent him when he gets tired of being her emotional janitor. One minute it is “you do not make me feel special,” the next it is “you are not supportive.” She is a bottomless pit of need, disguised as sensitivity.

Her entire mood can flip because it is cloudy outside. She will blow up a relationship over a text she thinks was “too dry.” She expects love to be constant reassurance, validation, pampering, and therapy. And when no one meets that impossible demand, she calls it depression or claims the world is “toxic.”

The truth is, women have become emotional parasites, relying on others to feed a happiness they refuse to grow for themselves.

The Rebellion That Never Ends

From the beginning of time, one truth has echoed through every ruined home, every fallen man, and every broken covenant, not even GOD could tell a woman what to do.

GOD gave Eve paradise. No pain, no death, no suffering, no burden. Just one rule, do not eat from that tree. One boundary in a world of limitless freedom. And she broke it. Not out of hunger, not under threat, but by choice. She invited the serpent, embraced it, and let it come between her and the man who loved her. The first crack in creation was not war or bloodshed, it was defiance born of pride. And it began with a woman who refused to obey.

Modern women walk the same path. The serpent no longer has scales. Today it comes disguised as a male friend, a jealous coworker, a biased therapist, or a self help book wrapped in pseudo empowerment. She does not resist it. She welcomes it. She invites anything that feeds her ego and undermines the man beside her. The serpent never left, it just rebranded, and women are still listening.

They run from truth because truth hurts. They prefer fantasy, where they are always right, always the victim, always justified. Confront them with reality, and they do not reflect, they retaliate. They reject accountability just like they reject GOD. They pray for performance, not purpose. Their prayers are scripted, shallow, and theatrical. It is not about repentance, it is about applause. Not about truth, it is about validation.

When a man dares to challenge their delusions, they do not listen. They launch attacks. They shame, mock, and belittle any man who speaks plainly. In their eyes, no man has the right to correct them. No man can tell them what they do not want to hear. They do not want growth, they want comfort, even if it means living a lie.

Take the 500 pound woman who insists she is stunning and “body positive” while her body collapses under the weight of denial. Call out the lie, and you are labeled hateful. Or the woman with four children by four different men who calls herself a queen. Tell her she is failing her children and violating every principle of structure and stability, and you will be branded a misogynist. In their world, correction is cruelty. Accountability is abuse.

Lot’s wife chose the same rebellion. GOD sent angels to pull her from a burning city. He gave her a simple command, do not look back. But she did. She defied Him even in the face of destruction. She had to have the last word, the last look, the final decision. And it cost her everything. She turned to salt, a permanent symbol of the danger in a woman who refuses to submit.

And it did not stop there.

Delilah hunted Samson. Not because she loved him, but because she wanted to conquer him. She questioned him, seduced him, wore him down until she uncovered his strength, then betrayed him. She summoned his enemies and stood back while they took everything from him. Modern women do the same. But they do not call Philistines, they call lawyers, judges, therapists, and child support offices. Not because the man deserved it, but because they could.

And just like Delilah deferred to the Philistines, modern female teachers defer to the principal the moment a student challenges them. They do not lead. They do not stand firm. They call for backup. But when a male teacher faces the same situation, he handles it. He commands the room. He figures it out. That is leadership. The female teacher is Delilah in the classroom, appearing strong, but utterly dependent when faced with real resistance.

Even Solomon, the wisest man in history, was not immune. Women turned his heart away from the GOD who gave him everything. But before his fall, he delivered a lesson that still burns today. Two women came to him, fighting over one child. Solomon proposed to cut the child in half. The true mother gave up her claim to save the child. The other agreed to the slaughter. She would rather see a child die than let another woman win. That is not just cold. That is evil.

This same spirit of rebellion lives on. Today, women are told that motherhood is bondage, masculinity is toxic, and family is oppression. They are told that aborting a child is empowerment, that raising a son as a daughter is progress. Some even choose to abort solely because the child is a boy. This is not about choice. It is hatred, raw, unchecked hatred for men, for masculinity, and for the very idea of manhood.

They dress their sons like girls, punish them for being rough, drug them for being strong, and hand them over to doctors with a scalpel and a handful of pills so the doctor can perform gender reassignment surgery because being a boy is toxic. All in the name of expression. But they never do this to their daughters. They do not raise girls to become boys. Because the issue is not with girls. The target is boys. The problem is masculinity. The enemy is men.

And though they hate men, they still demand to be provided for. But not by GOD. They want the government. They want their husband. And when they leave him, they want their sons to take his place. They demand everything but give nothing. They will not build. They will not submit. They will not sacrifice. They will not obey. They sit, they demand, and they refuse to lift a finger.

This hatred runs deep. It hides behind smiles, slogans, and scripts. But it starts early, often the moment the ultrasound shows a boy. There was a time when having a son brought pride. Now it brings sighs. Some call it a curse. Some mutilate their sons into dolls, then into patients, then into casualties of a rebellion that began in Eden.

Eve did not want peace. She wanted control. Lot’s wife did not want salvation. She wanted the last word. Delilah did not want love. She wanted power. The woman before Solomon did not want justice. She wanted destruction. And women today do not want truth. They want dominance disguised as equality.

You cannot lead someone who refuses to be led. You cannot guide someone who sees submission as slavery. You cannot love someone who sees your strength as a threat. If even GOD could not tell her what to do, what makes you think you can?

This rebellion never ended. It just changed shape.

And until men understand that, they will keep falling to the same spirit that destroyed Eden, Sodom, Samson, and Solomon.

Using Dating Apps

Before you go on a single date, you must settle one thing in your mind, you are the prize, not her. There are more women than men in this world because men live harder lives. Men die at work, they die at play, they die at war.

With that reality in mind, know this, any dating app is a holding tank for the absolute bottom of the barrel. The women on these platforms are usually hiding something, overweight, married, much older than they claim, or carrying baggage that would scare off any man in person. Many of them are looking for a virtual relationship only, because showing up in real life would instantly expose the lie. The same deception happens with gay men pretending to be women, using female photos to lure single straight men into virtual affairs.

There is also an entire breed of women who are there purely for validation. They have no intention of meeting anyone in person. They simply want endless attention. They want to be told a thousand times a day that they are beautiful, gorgeous, princesses. Your time and energy are nothing more than free fuel for their ego.

If you are going to use these apps, here is how you protect yourself and set the tone.

1. Get a cheap phone or an app that provides a disposable phone number. Never give out your personal number. Women will run background checks on you before you even meet. If she turns out to be a scammer or a problem, you can drop the number instantly.

2. If you contact her first, or if she contacts you, send this message: "I liked your profile and I am a busy man, here is my number, call me. I do not want either of us to waste time. 212.555.6650. Time is money." Then wait.

3. If she complains, do not reply, block her immediately. If she sends you her number instead, call her in twenty minutes. When she answers, tell her you expected her to call you.

4. Remember, if she is divorced, she broke her vows and her word. If she is a single mother, she already disrespected the structure of a family. Proceed knowing exactly what you are dealing with.

5. Set up the first date as coffee and cake somewhere you do not normally go.

If she agrees to meet, test her immediately by asking her to do something small for you. This could be as simple as wearing her hair a certain way, wearing a specific color or floral print, or bringing gum or aspirin. If she will not do even the smallest thing for you before the first date, you have dodged a major bullet.

If she makes it to a second or third date, require that she bring you something each time. It does not need to cost more than five dollars. This is not about the value of the item, it is about seeing whether she invests in you at all.

A woman who will not give you anything early on is a woman who will take everything later.

A MGTOW Public Service Announcement

It is important to understand that MGTOW is not an organization, not a political movement, and not a club. It is a philosophy. At its core, it is the belief that a man does not need a woman or a gynocentric society to determine his worth. A man determines his own value by his own standards, by his own accomplishments, and by his own life, not by anyone else’s judgment or approval.

MGTOW is not bound by race, politics, or religion. Black, White, Asian, and Brown men are MGTOW. Conservatives and liberals are MGTOW. Christians, Muslims, Jews, agnostics, and atheists are MGTOW. There are disagreements among them because of cultural, racial, and societal differences, but one truth remains constant, feminism and everything it has spawned is a cancer to men, families, and society.

One of the most effective tools in MGTOW is ghosting. At its simplest, ghosting means being invisible. The best defense against narcissistic women who want to trap you, drain you, and weaponize your emotions is to avoid them entirely. Feminists cannot attack what they cannot see. The less you expose yourself to their games, the less you become a target.

Avoiding female manipulation also means avoiding men who enable it. Tradcons, liberal white knights, pickup artists, and thirsty simps all worship the same idol, female validation. MGTOW avoids that cult entirely. The philosophy rejects the idea of organizing protests, petitions, or advocacy campaigns because it recognizes that walking away from commitment to narcissistic, abusive, manipulative women is far more powerful than trying to debate them. Natural consequences hit harder than any argument we could make.

MGTOW recognizes time as a non-renewable resource. Instead of wasting it trying to reason with a woman who will never accept responsibility or truthful criticism, that time is invested in self-improvement. Learn. Build skills. Strengthen your body and mind. Share knowledge with other men. Become an example that other men can see and respect.

This philosophy understands the truth about the rigged game, marriage, cohabitation, long term commitment, and the legal, social, and financial traps surrounding them. By refusing to play, MGTOW men are labeled dangerous, bitter, or hateful by a society that fears men who cannot be controlled. The response is simple, ghost. Disappear. One cannot be attacked if one cannot be found.

MGTOW men are not alone. Every day, more men wake up to reality, get red pilled, and see that most modern women are incapable of sustaining a lifelong marriage or even maintaining a monogamous dating relationship. The hypocrisy of gynocentrism continues to grow, and with it, so does the MGTOW movement.

So wherever you are, whatever you do, support your brothers. In moments of crisis, make sure they know they are not alone. Show them there is life after walking away from gynocentrism. Show them it is a better life. Because at the end of the day, ghosting, living on your own terms, and standing with your brothers is the strongest defense against a system built to exploit men.

We are men. That means we are strong enough to overcome any obstacle we commit to facing.

Women Never Dress to Attract Men

Women are in a constant, cutthroat competition for attention and status over other women. Attention is her oxygen, she can barely survive without it. With makeup, piercings, wigs, fake eyelashes, fake nails, facelifts, rhinoplasty, Botox, injections, breast implants, tummy tucks, liposuction, tattoos, and Brazilian butt lifts, she tries to outshine every other woman in the room. Some go so far that they cross the line into looking gaudy and grotesque, because to her, all attention counts. There is no such thing as bad attention. Whether it comes from men or women, she does not care, as long as someone is paying her.

Ask any man if he would want his wife or daughter to go through these procedures and most will say, “No.” But women do not do it for men.

Women instantly hate women who outshine them, yet they also look down on women they outshine. In her world, there is no balance, no mutual respect, only a hierarchy built on who is getting the most eyes on them at any given moment.

Mother

By Pink Floyd
Track 6 on the album The Wall 
Produced by:
James Guthrie, Bob Ezrin, David Gilmour & Roger Waters

Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Ooh-ah, Mother, should I build the wall?

[Verse 2: Roger Waters]
Mother, should I run for president?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Ooh-ah, is it just a waste of time?

[Chorus: David Gilmour]
Hush now, baby, baby, don't you cry
Mamma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Mamma's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mamma's gonna keep you right here, under her wing
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing
Mamma's gonna keep baby cozy and warm

[Post-Chorus: David Gilmour]
Ooh babe, ooh babe, ooh babe

Of course, Mamma's gonna help build the wall

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3: Roger Waters]
Mother, do you think she's good enough...
For me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous...
To me?
Mother, will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooh-ah, Mother, will she break my heart?

[Chorus: David Gilmour]
Hush now, baby, baby, don't you cry
Mamma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Mamma won't let anyone dirty get through
Mamma's gonna wait up until you get in
Mamma will always find out where you've been
Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean

[Post-Chorus: David Gilmour]
Ooh babe, ooh babe, ooh babe
You'll always be "baby" to me

[Outro: Roger Waters]
Mother, did it need to be so high?