For some reason, almost every single man who blogs about the mating market, and “game” in particular, is against “feminism.” Actually they’re against their own fairytale versions of feminism, because when they point out the parts of feminism that they hate, it becomes clear that they aren’t talking about real feminism at all.
I consider myself to be a feminist. The reason I’m a feminist is not because I think it somehow benefits women — it may or may not, I don’t know and I don’t care. The reason I’m a feminist is because it benefits ME.
I make no bones about the fact that I’m out to bang as many reasonably attractive broads as I possibly can before I die, plus have some long-term, some medium-term, and a whole lot of short-term relationships while I’m at it. Feminism lets that happen for me.
Here’s why: I’m fucking broke. And, given my lazy attitude, which I talked about in a previous post, I probably always will be. Back in the pre-feminist days, the only guys who could bang tons of broads were rich, because women had to get a payday for giving up their precious reproductive access. Average assholes like myself would have to “court” women and eventually settle down before we could screw. We’d be lucky if we banged a few women in a lifetime.
Thanks to feminism, women are trained to delay marriage (sometimes forever) and to embrace their masculine aspects which means they can screw freely. They can screw without the expectation that the man will “provide” for them, since they can provide for themselves. This is beautiful for me. I thank feminist ideals every day. It also means I don’t have to open doors, buy them shit, treat them like delicate flowers or anything like that, which appeals to my poor ass as well as my general laziness. I also love to have women drive me around. Can you imagine a pre-feminist man being driven around by his women? Only pimps could get away with that without being looked at as less of a man. Now any guy can.
I’ve dated a lot of women in my life, and almost always it’s the more “feminist” ones who are the easiest to deal with. They’re not the ones calling me up in the middle of the night saying, “My computer stopped working, come over and fix it!” Nor are they the ones who open their car trunk and say, “You’re the man, carry this heavy object up to my apartment.” Fuck that, I like women who can take care of themselves. I’m an adult, you’re an adult, don’t expect me to handle your shit for you.
Some of the above bloggers might say that “feminism will bring the downfall of man.” I have no idea — I doubt it will — but even if I accepted that argument… I don’t give a fuck. Once I’m dead the world can go to shit as far as I’m concerned. I won’t be around to care. However, conservative “Chicken Little” arguments almost never pan out anyway, so even if I did care I wouldn’t lose any sleep over feminism bringing down the western world. I thought American culture was supposed to collapse when we didn’t get a flag-burning amendment and when the gays were allowed to marry anyway.
Single men who want to get laid easily and inexpensively — feminism is your friend.