I went out for lunch yesterday. The sun was beaming down in the UK. A rarity indeed. Whilst it was welcoming, I felt a huge disturbance in the force. Something just felt different. No. Subway was still an absolute rip off for their meal deals. This shift was amongst the public. Amongst the many people going about their day. And it hit me, in the last 5 years everything has changed. Subtle to the everyday passerby but to those who stop to observe the behaviour of those around them, you can witness the cogs of the manipulative social engineering churning. An undeniable sinister truth from the aftermath of an ‘pro-feminist’ society.

Today, women are behaving untouchable. What do I really mean by that? Well, as I walked around the shopping centre on that particular day, I saw women shouting and being obnoxious in general. And it occurred to me, it’s the same type of behaviour I see everyday when commuting. This particular day, a group of post-modern pretentious looking women giggled and shouted, “Show us your dick!” to a rather anxious looking silent lad. Other groups of women were vying for attention in the form of laughter which spurted out in various sections of the shopping centre, very loud and deafening.

Obesity. Obese women everywhere. Twice the size of any man in vicinity. There were many of them. An army of obnoxious Scantly-clad looking elephants. Most of them wore clothes that exposed their dough rolls, an hideous sight to witness. These women were the loudest and proudest.

Activism. A stall entirely devoted to their message, “Believe women”. Of course, being the hypocrites that they are, they were harassing people by trying to force leaflets on them. I nope’d the hell out of there.

Couples arm-in-arm but not happily. The women seemed upset and stressed. The men dragged by the woman leading him into plus size clothes shops with a rather looking paled out hollow expression on his face. The look of fear when their ‘woman’ snaps at them. A feeling I can emphasise with as you feel character assassinated in public. The captive men are enslaved by the idea of a chameleon woman. And yet the reality is rather much more ugly.

Women looked like circus acts. Gone is the look of the modest woman. Today we have clowns in heavy face paint as large as hippos holding their Toberlones in the air, demanding the very thing they already have. Yet they all look so miserable and mentally ill. And is it a wonder? When they are selling men out for solipsistic political narratives even at the expense of their own biological imperative.

The most important observation was the men. Men looking incredibly anxious and looking down at their feet as they walked. Who could blame them in this spiteful and pro-accusation culture in which a mere glance at a woman could land you in trouble. Men sat down staring at their phones as women around them are loud and attention-seeking. Lads are the not the obnoxious ones anymore. Groups of lads keep their head down. Most of them possess a soy-face.

The men that interact with women? These men are lead by the women as if they are walking around with a type of stockholm syndrome. Just like the male feminists at the activist stall who are attempting to virtue signal to the very women who despise and sell them out.

In a town where the MP has called for wolf-whistling and misogyny to be a punishable crime on the spot, is it any wonder that men generally don’t look or feel safe in public? And out of those men who would admit it? We aren’t prone to victim hood like women.

I would go as far as to say that men are genuinely the ones being oppressed in today’s society. Anyone who can not see that is also infected with the SJW subjective narrative and ignorant to the factual reality we live in. Yet we are still constantly being forced a sinister narrative to believe that women are the ones that are oppressed and that they must continue to gain more ground at the expense of taking rights away from men. The bitter truth is, women have sold men out. Sold their freedom of speech. Sold their human rights. All in the name of feminism.

It amuses me that my now ex-girlfriend just a year back would tell me how women in society do not feel safe. “Well I don’t feel safe walking the street at night,” she would argue.

But it’s men who generally get attacked and mugged when they are out alone. As I pointed out that I too did not feel safe walking at night, it felt upon the deaf ears of an feminist agenda. Yet despite all of this, it is my factual observation that women are general more safe than in any other generation before. In fact women feel so safe that they walk around in exposed clothing and generally engage with the public obnoxiously.

When I regularly travelled around London, I noticed women were more forward and fearless. I had women approach me whilst in places such as Costa. I have had phone numbers wrote on receipts and handed on tables to me. I have experienced the opposite as well. Women talking about me in public whilst I was only a mere few feet away from them. Judging me on a particular piece of clothing I decided to wear. All of this is not the behaviour of an oppressed gender. If a man did any of this they would be shamed and have their name dragged through the mud. Possibly, they would be arrested.

Women should feel fearless and confident in public, but not at the expense of men. They should not tear men’s freedom of speech and safety for their own. It only serves to divide and destroy. And certainly they should stop perpetuating that they do not have these rights when in reality they already do.

Women are walking around gloating. Yet they are crying out that they are victims. They know the power they have over men. They know men are frightened to even look at them in the same direction. They know the law will support them in any way possible even if its a lie. For they are the most privileged gender in western society.