Father’s and Son’s

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It’s Monday October 15th. It’s been a month since my Mother died. It’s really strange how time goes by. On one end, it feels like it was just yesterday that she died. On the other hand, it’s amazing how fast time has gone by. It’s been a whole month.

Most of this last month has been for the better. Most days are better than I thought they would be.

Part of that is that I’m getting to know my Dad. Not just on a Father and Son level, but from the perspective of one Man to another. I’m learning who he is as a Man, not just a Father.

It has been really good getting to know my Father the Man. It helps me understand myself better and maybe why I do some of the things that I do and have done. The apple truly doesn’t fall far from the tree.

I can see now where I get some of my behaviors and ways of being. I get it from him. A lot of the ways that I view and interact with the world have come from him. Now maybe you may be sitting wherever you are, reading this, and think, “Well duh Rob.” But understand this for a moment:

My parent’s got divorced when I was eight years old. I only saw my Father on the weekends in the beginning. That was maybe for a year. After that, I didn’t see much of my Father, and by the time I became a teenager, I only saw him occasionally when he came over to the house to work on one of his cars. Even then I didn’t see much of him as I was busy with school and friends. So we would see each other for a few moments at best.

We were distant and estranged as far as I was concerned. I have to admit, during my teens and into my twenties, I didn’t think much of my Father. I didn’t like how he handled things and I didn’t want to be like him. Saying something like, “You’re just like your Dad,” was fighting words to me back then. I wanted to be nothing like him.

I thought that my Mother got the raw deal in the divorce even though she was the one that wanted it.

I know better now. I heard my Mom’s side of the story many times growing up, and over the last few years, I’ve been getting my Dad’s side of it in bits and pieces. Now that my Mom is gone, I’ve been getting even more of my Dad’s side of things, and I have to admit, they make sense. They are the missing puzzle pieces that I didn’t know were there.

I’m glad for the time that I have with my Dad. It’s important to me. I’m glad that I’m getting to know him not only as a Father, but as a Man. He’s been honest with me when I ask him questions, he holds nothing back. He’s also answered every question that I’ve had so far.

I understand myself better now than at any other point in my life. I understand that many things I do and have done are “nurture.” They are the things I’ve learned from my friends, my society, and my culture. I’ve also noticed things that I would call “nature.” Maybe I’ve actually learned them without being aware of it, it’s totally possible. But I kind of doubt that. These are the things that have just sort of “come naturally.” Much of it I see and hear from my Father when I ask the questions that I’ve asked.

I highly recommend to all you Men in particular, and to everyone out there reading this, talk to your Dad if you are able to. Talk to him about being a Man. Don’t just ask him what it’s like being a Father, ask him about stuff that relates to being a Man.

Hopefully you have that option in your life still. If you do, if your Father is still alive and you are able to contact him, do it.

Talk to him and do stuff with him. I’m going over to his house later today and we are having steak. We’ll probably watch NHRA drag racing too.

Get to know your Father, not only as a Father, but as a Man. You may get answers to questions that you didn’t know you had. You may get some understanding into yourself that you didn’t know you wanted or that you needed.

 

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Virtue Signalling

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All of the virtue signalling in the world, and she still won’t fuck you.

I wrote about women on social media a couple of weeks ago.

I know what I’m going to say here will piss off a lot of the White Knights out there, but it’s true. She won’t fuck you because of your virtue signalling.

Physically defending a woman from an actual physical threat? That will get the tingles going. That will get you laid.

Defending her “honor” on the internet? Not so much. In fact, not only does it make you look like a simp to other men, it makes you look like a simp to the woman as well.

She won’t fuck you because you are “in touch with your feminine side.”

She won’t fuck you because you “understand her predicaments.”

She won’t fuck you because you “support her in her struggles.”

She won’t fuck you because you “agree that the patriarchy needs to be brought down.”

She won’t fuck you because you “agree with her definition of toxic masculinity.”

She won’t fuck you because you “are a stoic.”

She won’t fuck you because you “aren’t like other guys.”

She won’t fuck you because you are “sweet, kind, caring, and understanding.”

She won’t fuck you because you commented on her latest picture with “you’re so beautiful.”

She won’t fuck you because you claim that you are “a male feminist.”

She won’t fuck you because you “identify with her.”

She won’t fuck you because you are a “good listener.”

Virtue denotes honor and trust. Those are things that men look for in other men. Men want to know that you are able to hold and defend the perimeter with them. Men want to know that you have their six. Not so for women.

Nothing wrong with having virtue in and of itself, it can be commended. But she still won’t fuck you.

Drop the virtue signalling.

She still won’t fuck you.

 

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Women On Social Media

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(And Why I Don’t Follow Them)

 

When I first got on the internet, it was mostly dudes and nerds at that time. Women were a scarce commodity. Nowadays, women on the internet, and specifically on social media, are everywhere. They are literally a dime a dozen.

Look on instagram, and what do you see? “Models” showcasing their “assets” with some flavor of the day quote. (You too can have it all, if you just believe in yourself.) Women in different yoga poses showing off their favorite attire.

Women flexing their muscles, showing off their abs. (You’ve come a long way baby.) Of course, let’s not forget the never-ending stream of selfies and duck face pictures ad nauseum. Women taking pictures with their food, women taking pictures with their “BFF’s.” Women sticking out their tongues and giving the world the finger. Women doing shots of booze and chugging down copious amounts of alcohol at whatever latest party that they are attending. Women taking pictures with their dogs or cats (aka their “children.”)

What are all of these pictures, what are all of these poses saying?

One thing and one thing only:

“Look At Me.” “Pay Attention To Me.”

Of course, men in droves flock to these pictures and the likes, hearts, +1’s, and comments come pouring in.

“You are so beautiful.” “You are so gorgeous.” “Fantastic.” “Can I message you?” “Can I call you?” “Want to go to dinner?” “I want to take you on a journey.” “Want to travel?”

I imagine it can be heady and quite overwhelming. By simply showing some cleavage, puckering up her lips, and showing a little ass, a woman can literally bring a man to his knees. And we as Men fall for it. We go for it. We press that “like” button. We make those stupid fucking comments. Damn near every time.

We enable these women to be the attention whores that they are. If there was no likes, if there were no followers, if there were no comments of “my god, you are gorgeous,” what reason would women have to be on social media except to maybe show pics of recipes and bitch about how there are No Good Men Left. (*cough facebook cough*)

That’s just one group of women on social media.

Group two would be the so-called Tradcon Feminine Wives. I say so-called, because the majority of them are just like the women that they supposedly detest. Feminists.

Really Tradcon women and feminists are two sides of the same coin. They are both cut from the same cloth. The only difference is in the packaging. The tradcons are “prettier,” for the most part. They may have longer hair, wear their makeup better, dress more feminine (ie dresses versus halter tops) and may generally have a more pleasant demeanor, but they are for the most part, one and the same.

It’s really easy to tell when you know what to look for.

Does the so-called “traditional feminine” woman tell you as a man, how to be a man? She’s no better than a feminist. She is a feminist as far as I’m concerned. Just sneakier.

Does she give “dating advice” to men? She’s a feminist.

Does she try to redefine masculinity? (Is her definition of masculinity the “true” and “proper” definition?) “A Real Man would…. A Real Man does….”

Notice that whatever definition of masculinity she gives, it’s always in her favor. It benefits her.

Feminists do the exact same thing. The only difference really is in their shaming tactics. Maybe not even that. Both get their beta orbiters. Both get their White Knights. Both are preaching the same message:

“Yours (as a man) is to serve. Yours (as a man) is to serve Me.

“If you only do as I say, if you just “man up,” maybe, just maybe, I’ll give you the pussy.”

“If only you do as I wish, then the world (my world, not yours) will be so much better.”

“If you would only just get with the program, then life would be better.”

And if you don’t?

Enter the shame tactics.

“You’re not a Real Man.”

“Wow, you are so bitter.”

“Who hurt you?”

Just like their feminist counterparts.

If you are lucky enough, maybe you won’t have to go through that nonsense. Maybe she will just “block” you. Or unfriend you.

You can avoid all of that though. Don’t follow them to begin with. Block them first if need be. Mute their conversations. It’s usually the same old shit anyways.

When I first got on Twitter, and facebook for that matter, I had a lot of women on my feeds. Lots of complaining, lots of selfies, lots of fishing for compliments, lots of telling men how to be men, lots of dating advice to men, and of course, lots of bullshit drama.

So I started unfollowing and unfriending. I stopped “liking” their posts. I stopped commenting.

Life got a lot calmer and easier. My feeds became more interesting instead of boring and a drag.

I actually started learning things.

Now my social media feeds are educational. I actually get something of value from them.

There’s a lot of talking in the ‘Sphere about “Saving the West.” I honestly don’t know if that is even possible at this point in time. But there is something we as Men can do.

Stop enabling women. Stop “liking” and commenting on their inane posts. Stop showing them support for their sub par selfies. Ignore them like you do when the ads come on television. Ignore them like the promoted ads you get on your social media platform.

Mute them. Unfollow them. Unfriend them. Block them.

If we don’t give them the attention they crave, maybe it will help slow the decline. Maybe it will encourage the woman to change her behavior. Maybe not.

Treat that pretty face for what it is. Another pretty face. They are a dime a dozen.

Make your social media platforms something educational and something of interest. Not just another way to kill time. Not just another way to release a gallon of jizz.

 

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