After seeing How To Prepare Our Sons for the Matriarchy over at The Good Men Project, I decided to poke around a bit and see what else they offered. While the nameplate declares that it is “The conversation no one else is having”, it is standard issue SJW content. Most of the pieces are by women, for women, and about women. It is a truly breathtaking example of feminist territory marking.
But even worse, the odd piece that is written by a man is effeminate melodrama. In My Tribute to Mount Washing Machine, Shannon Carpenter writes about his fears of laundry inadequacy:
We have just begun, and the journey is long. I think of the fathers before me and hope I stack up….
I drop my load and grab Carl, a white plush polar bear. I tell him my laundry issues as I stroke his comforting polyester fur. Carl gets me.
He reminds me that my climb is not yet over. I must hurry. The toddler is almost done not napping.
In another post author Stuart Motola describes a horrifying experience, where for a very brief moment he stopped emoting like a woman and started to feel a strange temptation to think like a man. He writes in Guns and Consciousness that the day started off like any other, with him clutching his pearls:
The questions came at me. How do I stay safe? How do I keep my son safe? Is it time to move abroad? When will this stop? What can I do? How can I… ? And on and on…
I felt a rupture in my chest. A deep split in myself.
I looked around my home and then out my window. I am safe, here and now, I told myself.No shooters anywhere in sight.
I took a deep breath. I could land in my breath. Only there, for now. Nowhere else.
This was when the bad, no good, masculine thoughts started to creep into his head. He was terrified. This had never happened before!
…foreign thoughts had infiltrated my psyche. Thoughts of getting a gun…
I knew better. To imagine being “the good guy with a gun” was more of an attempt to stay safe than a reality of being in the right place at the right time with the right training to shoot down “a bad guy with a gun.” If I was serious, I would need to train consistently, shoot weekly, maintain a firearm, and even then, I’d likely never come to this imagined moment.
Luckily the thought of having to master something manly jarred him back into his senses, and he realized the whole thing was just another example of him getting worked up over nothing.