The male beauty standard: an anorexic myth
The fact is that eating disorders radiate a problem with modern femininity.
The fact is that eating disorders radiate a problem with modern femininity.
Feminists and “progressives” everywhere are looking for equality, and humanity is paying the price.
With this attitude, women may come to feel that the appropriate use of their significant social skills and power is to dismember the men around them in a social analogy to the physically powerful serial killer…
The result? There is literally no such thing as a fair critique anything that has to do with the sexes. And especially where discussing the dark feminine is concerned. The feminists regard it as misogyny and the chivalrists regard it being less than a real man. Their language, shaming tactics included, has become indistinguishable.
What does it say, one might ask, about a human being when they not only insist on being told what they want to hear, regardless of its truthfulness, but will also, in fact, deal out retribution when given the wrong answers to impossible questions?
I have three words for it.
Complete moral bankruptcy.
But of course, once you peel back the layers of victimized drivel and get to the core of the matter, you find that women drive themselves to do these things, biology leading them by the nose, because that is their quickest route to personal power, and because they don’t rise above it and find relevance in other ways.
Perhaps there was a time when the fake power of manhood worked. Hell, it got us to the moon when I was 12 years old. But we live in a different world than when I was 12.
And indeed there is, for if any man thinks that having sex with her is worth the price of a double shot of Hornitos, or that even if she puts out that it would actually end up being so inexpensive, he is indeed a sucker of the 24 karat variety.
Let me tell you what I’d do if I liked money more than self-respect. I’d go to the local shoppers club and buy a hundred gross of small brown paper bags. Then I’d drive out-of-town to the nearest auction barn and pay them a fair price to let me go into the stalls and fill …
You just need to be willing to observe and digest what is right in front of you. Your man isn’t prone to subtlety. He doesn‘t hint at hating, he radiates it if you are just paying attention.