I recently have been doing more stuff on social media again, as I try to follow any marketing path for my writing that does not involve expenditures I cannot currently afford. i know I should stick to advertising and marketing related posts, but there are some subjects, such as narcissistic and domestic abuse, that can stir me to make a comment. Because of my own history of being a victim of both, I will occasionally comment on the gender-bias and stigmas males face in this area. I advise them to run, do not walk, to the nearest exit and take any and all legal steps to protect themselves.
l should know better, but…
So, naturally, whenever I make these sorts of comments, it is inevitable that some feminazi will call me an ‘incel’. This is a revealing insult, and says much about those making it:
- It says the person making the insult is offended by the notion any man can choose not to be swayed by feminine wiles. Is that all this person has to offer?
- It reveals the person does not actually believe in equality, which is always the crux of my comments, but believes in superiority.
- It implies that anyone suggesting men stay single in a gender-biased society is involuntarily celibate, by definition, as if they are weak or somehow inferior in the eyes of women, or have nothing to offer, which is sexist as all hell, and could not be further from the truth.
- It states the person is fine with double standards and inequality, as long as they can bitch about it.
- They show their own gender-bias in terms of domestic and narcissistic abuse; it’s okay for women to abuse men, but any man that abuses a woman is a monster. This staggers my mind, actually. Abuse is abuse, and equally evil regardless of gender.
And those are just the first few things to spring to mind. It would seem to me that maybe these people may have lost a few relationships because they were emasculating bitches. Just sayin’.
Yes, I am now a hermit. After suffering a decade of emotional and other abuse, I chose to take myself out of the game. There’s nothing involuntary about it, and it’s not an easy choice for me, as anyone who knows me (and knows my libido) can attest. I actually love women…a lot. There are more than one I’ve pined for, and still do, but when your life has been devastated as mine has, the priority is repairing the damage, and making sure it never happens again. For me, the choice was clear, if not welcome. On the upside, however, such comments show me that I made the right choice.
Just another rant. Thanks for reading.
Until next time…