Golden age of the white knight

Publisher’s thoughts:

From the pages of Robert St. Estephe’s historical goldmine of a blog, we bring yet another example of how the more things change, the more they stay the same.

Where it concerns the modern men’s movement, we are thankful for the rising chorus of cogent and articulate female voices that have risen above the rote programming in order to point at the misandric elephant in the living room. At AVfM it has been and will remain our policy to provide a platform for those women to speak to the issues.

But we must remember, as we are so plainly reminded by this Boston Globe excerpt, that it is the male voice that must change and be heard.  Read this short piece, gents. The rules they are trying to gag you with are not a new invention. Those rules are not even feminist rules; they are an edict from humanity, the kind of humanity that wants you on your knees with your mouth shut.

Don’t give them what they want. Be a part of freeing your sons and grandsons to come from the shackles of silence enforced with shame and ridicule. The lies are scattered all around you at your feet. All you have to do is point to them and tell the truth, blue pill men and women be damned. PE



p style=”text-align: left;”>[box type=”note” icon=”none”] FULL TEXT: As society is made, it is almost impossible for a man to go the right way about his relations with woman. The system prescribes a certain attitude. It is the attitude of crawl, salaam, obsequiousness and second fiddle.

If you depart from it by a hair’s breadth your woman become suspicious of you. If you advise other men to depart from it you get a bad name.

Women stand up for women’s rights and are made the subject of applause, bouquets and illuminated addresses. The man who dares come out strong for men’s rights does not breathe. Men do not want him. They are like canaries in cages, afraid to go out lest the cat get them. Peace at any price is man’s rule of life.

Abroad he will swagger and bluster, and bully. “Nemo me impune lacessit!” he roars. At home his watchword is ‘‘Blessed are the meek.” Abroad he frowns and breathes fire; at home he is plain, unvarnished “him.” Abroad he struts, at home he slinks. Abroad he is very wise, at home he is a little child.— Gentlewoman.

[“Poor, Abused Man! What Male Is There Who Will Stand Up for Man’s Rights?” Boston Globe (Ma.), May 1, 1904, p. 32; Illustration from fashion article on preceding page (31)][/box]

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