Guest Post: Saving Women From Themselves
(This is a guest post from Matt Forney. Check his steez out here.)
I’ve commented in the past that I’m more or less ambivalent about women: I don’t love ‘em, I don’t hate ‘em. After a bit of soul-searching, I’ve realized that I do in fact love women as a group. Before you immediately write me off as a mangina, hear me out.
I love women because I want to save them from their bad decisions.
The religious right is frequently accused of being “hateful” because of their stance against homosexuality. By condemning gayness, according to the left, Christians are “persecuting” gays and being homophobic. But that’s not how the Christians see it.
Most peoples’ conception of love is this sort of nicey-nice, Sesame Street-type saccharinity in which you never say anything bad about the object of your affection and accept them for who they are. But is this really love? If your best friend is, say, an alcoholic or a heroin addict or a compulsive gambler or about to do something really stupid, you’re going to want to stop them. If you intervene to save your friend, you’re going to have to condemn their behavior, probably hurting their feelings and making them angry in the process. But you’re doing so with the aim of saving them from destroying themselves. If you just stand idly by and watch your friend drink himself into an early death or gamble himself into the gutter, are you really his friend?
If you truly love someone, you’re going to work to safeguard them from unnecessary pain and suffering, even if—especially if—they don’t see anything wrong with their behavior.
According to the religious right’s conception of Christianity, homosexuality is a sin punishable by eternal damnation. From that perspective, Christians who preach against homosexuality and promote reparative therapy are doing it out of love, not hate, because they don’t want gays to burn forever in a lake of fire. You don’t have to agree with this viewpoint (I don’t) to understand the logic behind it.
The manosphere is frequently accused of being misogynistic because we mock fat girls, disdain sluts and criticize the behavior of modern women. By this logic, feminists are pro-woman because they don’t judge women or criticize them for their mistakes. But scientific studies and common sense both show that women are generally happiest when they’re physically fit, chaste and focused on their families instead of their careers. Women who are virgins are exponentially less likely to divorce; women with BMIs in the normal range are more likely to have fulfilling relationships instead of being pumped and dumped; women who throw their lives into their jobs are less happy than those who become wives and mothers.
Basically, for women, the modern feminist consumerist lifestyle is a path to misery and loneliness.
In light of that knowledge, ask yourself this: who are the real misogynists? The ones who are guiding women back onto the path to happiness, or the ones encouraging them to destroy themselves through poor life choices?
The fact is if you defend and excuse away womens’ bad behavior, fully aware that they’re harming themselves, you don’t truly love them. If you want to avert someone from traveling down the path towards death and destitution, you’re going to have to get in their face and risk hurting their feeeelings. In that sense, not only do we in the manosphere love women, we perhaps love them more than any other men in the world.
The manosphere is a space for men, but it also doubles as a mass intervention for the female of the species. Stop crying about your hurt feeeeelings and listen up, ladies. You might learn something.