If they want men to step their own tails, they’re not really losing.

They’re actually men going nowhere, organizing not a single initiative intended to help men succeed in life or career. They encourage time-wastage, withdrawal from life, and a childlike if a man said it, it must be so mentality.

I hate seeing those holding giant purse-strings hold some groups back by rolling out the red carpet for one group. RailsGirls, Google Ventures’ tens of millions thrown at entrepreneurs based on their vagina… programs designed to reward “mompreneurs” because they increased their number and now wake up and smell startup. It’s endless, the sense of a social responsibility for those controlling billions in private equity funds towards making it easier for any woman who tells them that selling cupcakes from a lunch truck is as worthy a business to invest in as the bold entrepreneurial experiments fastidiously bootstrapped and run by startup founders. And it’s foul.

When you push one group forward, you hold everyone else back. This is evil, and what drew me to the MGTOW concept.

I hoped to find at least some of the men of MGTOW going — anywhere

MGTOW stands for men going their own way. Speak with a few of the adult children who call themselves MGTOWs, and you immediately find the broad common ground on which they bond:

One or more failed relationships with women — for which they suggest zero participation in the failures. Hedonism, rather than going anywhere, is their goal. Gaming, marajuana-smoking, drinking, and a curious deep learning on swords and sorcerery are recurring topics of conversation and valued far greater than actually going anywhere with their lives. Unquestioning support for fellow MGTOW rationalizations for giving up on life. Challenge on any of their beliefs is seen as a threat.

On a smaller order, commonalities among those who call themselves MGTOWS include:

Cowering in ignominity. Not one in ten goes by a human name; not one in five is on camera in the Google+ hangouts in which they cup each others’ nuts in pity parties. They wish to be heard, while refusing any offer of a fresh thought on relating with the public through social media in a manner that demonstrates they are reasonable thinkers, rather than raving loons.

I give you this gem to consider. Having spoken with the author of this comment several times, I know him to be a learned man, but are you compelled to listen to him, having read this? “You bitches don’t want equality, but we are going to shove it down your throats and you won’t like it.”

MGTOW, do better

I need you to persevere, but demand more of each other, and I want to see you come into your own in my lifetime. I ask you to grow greater than your demons and I spend time with you because I have faith in your strength.

Start here

Use a human name. Cowering in fear of what foulness may come your way? Use an initial for your last name, or create a totally fake first and last name. I am Saul Fleischman. A real guy, with blemishes, failures racked up, and always improving. I want at least as much for you. When you engage with others, use cheap, modern technologies to do so in the most same-space and personal manner possible. If you are in a video call, this would entail being on camera and with clear audio and a human name when you do video calls. Watch what you say, because it speaks volumes on whether we should give you the time of day.

Good: “It is estimated that in this country, a woman is severely assaulted by her male partner every 15 seconds, and a man is severely assaulted by his female partner every 14.6 seconds.”

http://swc.osu.edu/sexual-violence/sexual-violence-education/fast-facts — shared by Ryan Cavitt in this post.

Less good: “…You can save the petty trap…jiggaboo. I obviously have a problem with you… MGTOW has done a lot of good for men too, and you clearly have no clue about men’s issues. You like to huff and puff but you have no substance. You dance like the jester to entertain a peach, for the attention of a few creeps. MGTOW is my house that I built brick by brick within its walls it heals the wounded, weary, and the sick. I am not about to let it be attacked by a slimy prick. Switchblade have your sides split drip drip drip goes the blood quick…” posted publicly by Tifa Lockhart in this post.