I wondered why I was unhappy. I was (supposedly) living is a patriarchy and benefiting from ‘male privilege’ and yet I did not feel free.
Gradually I became aware that the people who run the commanding heights of our culture (education, media, government and so on) did not think a great deal of me. They seemed to regard men as dangerous beasts.
They were full of advice, of course- but most of it seemed to revolve around becoming less male.
Since these people neither liked not understood me I resolved to do the opposite of everything they advise.
First I decided to be a ‘failure’. This is a man who is not willing to dress in a polyester suit to work obscene hours in a cubicle at a job he hates- simply to buy some female company.
I decided that- as a failure- I had higher standards. I was not interested in buying approval. From now on it would be either freely given or not worth having.
I have never regretted it.
I looked around for another taboo to break..
Men are not supposed to be too friendly. This is because it is always assumed that a man has dark motives for all that he does. If he is friendly towards women it is assumed that he wishes to pick them up (or worse). If a man sees a child who is lost- he dare not help him for being thought a pervert.
So.. I became friendly.
I introduced myself to my neighbours and began helping tourists around London. At first I met some brainwashed feminist women who made this a problem- but I continued to be friendly to strangers and have discovered that most people are friendly right back.
Men are also not supposed to spend money on themselves, have quality friendship with other men or speak openly about anything.
I do all of these things. I take twenty weeks holiday a year, campaign openly against feminism and NOTHING HAS HAPPENED TO ME.
In fact each time I break a feminist taboo something very interesting happens. I get an initial programmed response from the PC crowd, and then they evaporate. Prior to starting down this road, feminists seemed to be everywhere. Now they are nowhere. I suppose they are still around but they keep quiet because they know they cannot control me. Instead I meet some wonderful women, intelligent, beautiful, feminine and strong- real women.
These strong, genuine women are not afraid of strong men and do not try to break them down. I saw one a few days ago at a train station and walked up to her, told her that I loved the way she carried herself and the way she dressed and that I would be thinking of her that night. A smile broke across her face and she blushed a little. I shook her hand as a polite Englishman (she was Spanish or Latin American) and thanked her. This may seem corny, but I meant it and it was a beautiful moment in its way. I left her smiling to herself. I did not press for a telephone number because I was simply seeking that moment- a man and a woman recognizing one another with no PC nonsense in between.
I was happy for the remainder of that day- and realise that six months ago I would probably have been arrested.
Feminism is like a dog. It will only bite if it sees fear.
