The Never-Ending Emotional Dilemma of “Sex Tourism”
It’s all about women paying for sex, not men. Thus, it’s no longer prostitution, but “sex tourism.” Sheesh.
It’s all about women paying for sex, not men. Thus, it’s no longer prostitution, but “sex tourism.” Sheesh.
A little follow-up anecdote for “Boys Alone.”
Fewer men are teaching boys how to be boys, and it seems that even fewer men are interested in teaching young men how to enter in.
Let’s talk about men being raped by other men in prison, and the fact that most of these men don’t belong there in the first place.
Part I eviscerated a movie that spent a great deal of its time eviscerating any shred of manhood left in our culture. Part II is a celebration of some spark of manliness left.
The first half of this two-part article will focus on comedic, misandric, cinematic garbage.
I deferred to chivalry a few months ago. I was wrong. I am correcting it here. No biggie.
To raise children sexlessly is to separate them from their sex needlessly and pointlessly.
It is simply this: the existence of manhood; and the perception, recognition, and application of reality through it.
The only women who are going to be invited to the peace negotiating tables are women who can be just as ruthless, uncaring, spiteful, greedy, and violent as the men who are sitting there. In short, the really nasty sort of feminists. To be more specific, not the sort of women who are truly anti-war.