They call it “passive aggression” because under the camouflage of being the victim, you’re on the attack.
You find some reason why you are at a disadvantage through no fault of your own — usually, the universal right to be doing anything anywhere at any time because you’re equal too — and then use this to force yourself onto others.
The dark side of consumerism and democracy is that they are two sides of the same coin. One is voting rights, because you’re equal; the other is the right to behave in any manner you can afford (keep going to that day job, prole) because you’re equal.
What they don’t tell you, however, is that by making yourself reliant upon this external image of yourself — this equal person who can force others to do things, and thus derives meaning from that — you’ve bonded yourself more closely to the mass herd mind than you could in an authoritarian regime.
You’ve done it to yourself. By chasing your own freedom/consumerism, you have made yourself an advocate and agent of the post-totalitarian state. You have become a salesperson for a lifestyle that represents a political decision that now has taken over your brain.
Such is what happened to women. Society literally convinced them to become whores with a quick sleight-of-hand. It went this way: our men are off at war (WWI & WWII) and now you have “freedom” since you have a job and money. That’s the only way you have freedom, selling yourself for money. If you don’t do it, you’re a prude and old conservative fossil.
As a result, women launched themselves into this new politicized lifestyle. They refused to learn home arts, because that meant being a prude, and they tossed away sex to any man who made a minimal effort at conning them into it. They also set up a mythology of being victims.
But as mentioned above, if you call yourself a victim — a passive act — you’re inevitably going to discover passive aggression. When women crusaded for “equality,” what they really meant was a chance to get ahead. They did it at the expense of the traditional family.
And the results?
The result has been a destruction of the family. As a subset of that, it has been the destruction of both women and men. Men have figured it out halfway; women are still riding the high of thinking they’re in a Virginia Slims commercial. “You’ve come a long way, baby!” — but to what?
Earlier this year, women became the majority of the workforce for the first time in U.S. history. Most managers are now women too. And for every two men who get a college degree this year, three women will do the same. For years, women’s progress has been cast as a struggle for equality. But what if equality isn’t the end point? What if modern, postindustrial society is simply better suited to women? – The Atlantic
Because The Atlantic hires mostly liberals, it has a de facto liberal bias, which means it takes the side of whoever is perceived as the “underdog”; liberals love underdogs because it allows them a teachable moment to expound on democracy, the classless society, equality and other pleasing notions.
As a result, this article is a hit piece on men. They don’t ask the vital question: if society has become a giant Habitrail tube where we attend stupid jobs that don’t fulfill us so we can buy stuff so we can prove we’re equal to other, who wants to be adapted to that?
The problem is that such thinking leads men straight into the victimhood complex that we see in most MRAs. They tend to reason this way: “well, the goal is equality, and women are ahead, so men need to assert their rights” — in effect, becoming victims and slaves to the mental concept of victimhood. Right.
Forget that. What men need is to think outside the box, step outside the rule-system that our leaders have drawn for us, and to re-define life as more than a bureaucratic job, an apartment and personal drama that imitates Sex and the City,Friends and other thoroughly neurotic lifestyle showcases.
When men become victims:
If you are forced to use public transport, you see them all the time. Soppy young blokes in skinny jeans, hair artfully arranged to mimic a guinea pig in a hurricane, being mollycoddled by a domineering, post-Spice Girls vixen who, if figures released last week are correct, also earns more than him.
If he’s allowed to travel alone, he’ll be reading Harry Potter or playing with his phone, spreadeagled like a giant baby in its cot, scratching his crotch and yawning so brazenly you fear being sucked into the gaping chasm of his mouth.
It’s not just young bucks. Men who would once have been called middle-aged are behaving like teenagers, faces nourished by some male consumer-targeted unction (because he’s worth it), huddled over their Nintendo Wii or iPhone, desperate to ignore the spectre of maturity tapping on their shoulder. – The Daily Mail
Don’t get me wrong: this world is a neurotic mess. It drifted away from reality-based thinking (now called “conservatism”) into pie-in-the-sky fantasies driven by a Soviet desire for absolute equality — but you can look that up elsewhere.
Suffice it to say, women “succeeding” isn’t because women have leapt ahead; it’s because civilization, in its process of falling apart, has turned jobs into bite-sized make-work do-nothing clerkships where people hang out in offices, go to meetings, and do a whole lot of simple nothing. Interchangeable cogs.
As one commentator wrote:
I could not help but notice that the women’s jobs were things like family therapist and other “elevator music” stuff of quiet office life.
In short, no wealth or prosperity being created there, only tended and administered (or perhaps redistributed). Good luck with that culture you are creating, gals. – Snowguy
Women have destroyed their own futures so much that jobs and a man-whore are all they have left. They view jobs as power, and being a homemaker as a failure, and so they throw themselves into these jobs — 50, 60, 80 hours a week — and society loves a good obedient whore so it rewards them.
I’m not sure they’re more effective. In my experience, most of these jobs are bureaucracy serving itself and they tend to crush these same women’s minds and make them into neurotic automatons. At some point, they wake up and find gray hairs, realize they’re single and have so many treadmarks in their sex organs that a true-blue, honest-love, man-and-woman together forever marriage is out of the question, and freak out.
What’s Your Number?, the new Anna Faris comedy about a 30-something woman named Ally Darling who is fixated on the fact that she’s slept with 20 men, is a critical and box office failure, with reviewers slamming the film’s retrograde sexual mores. For those of you who missed this flop, here’s a quick synopsis: Ally, who has just lost her job and hit bottom, becomes obsessed with the significance of a woman’s “numberâ€â€”the number of men she has had sex with—after reading in a women’s magazine that women who have sex with more than 20 guys are much less likely to get married. As Slate movie critic Dana Stevens notes, the film doesn’t really argue with the notion that Ally is a capital-S slut. As Entertainment Weekly’s Lisa Schwarzbaum put it, “Whore is the kind of descriptor the creators of What’s Your Number? think is hilarious for a woman to apply to herself, one whose only ‘scandal’ involves a head count of her sex partners. And by the way, who in this day and age is counting?†– Slate
I had something of value, and instead of saving it up and putting it all on one big decision, I frittered it away over the years and now I don’t have it: my innocence, the positive outlook (the opposite of “gaming the system”) which enables me to fully bond in love with a man.
What’s left are more political relationships, more negotiating around the failures of another person because I can tolerate him because I can manipulate him. He allows it to happen; like Ashton Kuchner, he can always walk away. Dudes are OK with their solitary lonesomes.
The tragedy for modern American women is that people aren’t counting in public, but they are counting. At some point, you’re blown out. You’re no longer marriage material. What you are is convenient sex material, and since you still think your certificate program paper-pushing job is important, you’re a disposable cog at work and in bed.
What’s the solution? We know what the solution is not — don’t become feminists in reverse like most MRAs, who make themselves into victims and basically adopt the feminist platform for men. Then you’re falling down the same path that made women insane.
Instead, “man up.” This doesn’t mean some dumb macho ritual; it means that you recognize that this civilization is failing, and instead of passively bending over, you start fixing it. Get invested; get responsible, develop a career, find a good woman instead of date-fucking idiots, and rebuild.
Here’s the classic view that MRAs take, which is that manning up is impossible because everything sucks and well, you might as well just chase vapid pleasures instead of trying to fix the mess that others have made:
I will man up and find a wife on eHarmony. She’ll be my age, a handsome woman tired of being pumped and dumped, with a masculine sensibility that South American and Eastern European women don’t have. She will drastically shorten her hair six months after the wedding, and in spite of my disapproval, she will gain one pound a month until finally exploding like a whale for our first of two kids. She’ll never make the effort to lose the pregnancy weight, no matter how many subtle gym membership gifts I get her for Valentines Day, Mothers Day, her birthday, and Christmas. She will lose interest in having sex with me. The most humiliating moment of my life will be when she tells me to pump her hand while she reads a woman’s magazine. I will feel unattractive and unloved.
Once the kids are in middle school, my wife will initiate divorce proceedings because “the feeling†is no longer there. The feeling was no longer there for me either, but I was willing to make it work for our children. Nonetheless, I will man up and let her take the property, the cars, and the kids. I will pay her steep child support payments that leave me on the edge of poverty. My kids will be brainwashed against me, and hate me for the rest of their lives. I’ll hate them too, but if I stop paying child support I will be sent to prison. With little fatherly influence in their lives, my son will become a little bitch and my daughter a slut who loses her virginity at the age of 14.
I will not give up on life. I will work even harder and make wise investments until my kids are 18 and the burden of child support payments are lifted. Once eligible for social security at the age of 67, I will take my modest nest egg to a modern country with a cheap standard of living, maybe Poland. Once there, no one will count on me and no one will expect anything of me. There will no reason to wake up before noon. I’ll spend my days writing, reading, drinking, and purchasing pussy. – Roosh
Life is just horrible.
Actually, it’s not, but we’re in a bad time. The angry lynch mob who would have hunted witches in the past has learned the trick of passive aggression. Instead of calling you a witch, they claim you’re intolerant of witches. Their goal is to tear down those who rise above and humble them.
The feminist movement is part of this, as are various other victim movements. They are those who destroy civilizations. Under the guise of doing things “for the good of humanity,” they’re selfish, because they really have only one goal:
Make sure no one can tell them what to do, so they spend all of their time on themselves.
Have we heard this before? Scroll up, a bit — oh yes, this is the same democracy/consumerism lie that turned women into the horror of the modern administrative slut who thinks her paper-pushing, web-designing, do-nothing job is important. Do we want to follow that lie?
Break out of the cage; think outside the box. Man up; don’t “grow up” in the way that beaten, hopeless, and angry people do. Use this world to find something you are good at, and use it to make the opposite principle of victimhood: the principle of strength. The principle of manliness. Vir.
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