I just got into an argument with several of my co-workers. It started with a discussion about relationships. One of the few women who works out here was talking about how she can’t find a man and hasn’t been able to for years.
She’s a black lady. Not unattractive or fat. Probably late 30’s. I told her she would probably never find a man. She asked my why I said that. My response:
“Because you’re too independent.”
I should have seen the shitstorm coming, but I walked right into it.
Her: “What do you mean I’m too independent? What does that have to do with it?”
Me: “Do you need a man?”
Her: “Hell no, I don’t need a man. I can take care of my damn self. I make money, I don’t need anyone to take care of me.”
Me: “If you don’t need a man, we don’t need or want you either. End of story.”
I never realized that most of my male co-workers were closet White Knights. It was almost sickening. A shouting match started. I was simply trying to explain my point of view calmly. I could get about 3 words out before she would shout over me mid-sentence and go on for several minutes, with several men chiming in to support her. Example:
“Look, you ladies are trying to overturn 3,000 years of ingrained gender roles in one generation.”
Her: “It’s the mens fault! Y’all don’t want to man up and handle y’alls business and take care of us, so we have to make money.”
Me: “I will concede that a lot of the responsibility for the current state of affairs rests with the men, primarily for allowing the feminist movement to happen in the first place.”
Her: “You using all them big words to try to sound smart, but no woman wants to rely on a man for anything.”
Me: “That’s odd. My woman seems quite content to let me handle the hard, MANual labor while she takes care of the house.”
Her: “That’s just cause she don’t know any better or she’s messed up in the head.”
Full Stop. I felt blood rushing into my face. This would have been a good time to shut up.
Me: “What exactly are you implying?”
Her: “You done messed that girl up. Some of us women can think for ourselves.”
Me: “Did I ever say that my woman couldn’t think for herself?”
Her: “You said she doesn’t have a job. If she stays at home and takes care of your ass, there must be something wrong with her.”
Me: “That’s odd, considering she has a good man that provides everything she needs. You’re out here doing manual labor and bitching about how no man wants you. Which one of you has the problem?”
She finally decided to leave, which left me alone with the White Knight Brigade.
“Where do you come up with this shit, Illusion? Times have changed, we have to change with them.”
Me: “The Hell we do. I haven’t changed. I won’t change. Just because the TV and popular media says we are supposed to let women tell us what to do, marry women who think they are better than us, and work ourselves to death to try to meet their frivolous needs doesn’t mean we have to.”
“You’re going to lead a lonely life, Illusion. No woman is going to put up with that for long. You have to understand that things aren’t like they used to be, man. No one thinks like that anymore.”
Me: “You think I’m alone? You think I’m the only man who still has a pair and is proud of it? There are at least 10,000 others just like me. And more turning to our way of thinking every day. Men just need to learn from real Men, and have someone explain that they don’t have to go along with this BS. Sometimes all it takes is a few words and hard truths to make men realize that WE are still entitled to be Men.”
I’m not going to keep up with the dialogue, but it went on for another ten minutes. I explained what I try to do, in regards to bringing back the old gender roles and encouraging men to be more masculine and get back to our roots. Perhaps if their White Knight button had not just been pushed, I could have made more progress. Two of the guys started agreeing with several of my points, but several others just kept throwing a monkey wrench in everything so I had to leave. After catching a smoke in my shop, I realized the anger wasn’t going to leave. So, in the time honored tradition of this blog, I poured it onto the screen. I feel a little better. I may come back and delete this rant later, but this blog serves as my outlet so there it is.
Dr’s Orders: It’s hard to do sometimes, but spread the word where possible in real life too. We need to reach people however we can. I’ve managed to get a few men at work to start down the path to Red Pill Awareness, but it’s a battle I fight every day.