It’s not a pill it’s a pill factory

Over the last two years I’ve deleted my social media accounts, unsubscribed from all the Cunts I was following on YouTube, stopped going to the pub and stopped reading all the pornographic female publications like the metro. <br><br>I was in the library the other day, and I picked up a copy of the guardian, ostensibly to read the sport pages. I didn’t. I read every page and I was horrified. I felt like I’d been living next door to a cult for the last two years and had just come to that awful realisation. <br><br>Something I’ve been thinking about lately is how women treat men. I’m in my thirties and I’ve always had female friends and I still do. And from time to time they’ve come to me for advice. Usually about other men. But I’ve never been selfish or predatory and I’ve always helped them. <br><br>I’ve always enjoyed the company of females and I’m looking forward to seeing my friends when they come back from their holidays. <br><br>But there comes a time when a man has to stop seeing things from a female perspective. <br><br>The first pill I swallowed was reading an article about Women in STEM. Far from being held back by patriarchy, it turns out that women just aren’t interested in joining the professions. It’s been obvious for a long while. But it was only then that I realised that my family and the media had been gaslighting me. <br><br>I’d had jobs where female members of staff had been given preferential treatment. And when I’d raised this with my mother she’d always sided with my female colleagues. It’s probably because she’d been indoctrinated by the media and never really experienced anything to the contrary. When I was growing up she subscribed to several magazines aimed at women and I used to read them. It’s as well to know your enemy and to be able to see things from other peoples’ perspective. <br><br>It was probably around the same time I stopped drinking. I’ve always got on with people and I’ve always been popular with women. I’ve had my heart broken and I’ve broken hearts. I’ve had a great deal of fun and I’ve behaved appallingly. But I’ve never been one of life’s victims. On the few occasions in life I’ve been rejected or failed in some way, I’ve always dusted myself down and started again. I’m not kidding myself. I know I’m overweight, bald and unattractive and that society views me as disposable. But I ain’t crying about it. <br><br>I’d always known that women view men as disposable but I’d never considered the full implications. <br><br>It’s probably just evolution. Men are aggressive, dangerous and sexy. Women are nurturing, protective and beautiful. I imagine we’d both evolved to play the roles we were given long before we developed consciousness. I imagine that we’d both evolved to view each other in a certain way before we’d evolved to become people. And I’m not really sure how many of us ever break through that evolutionary programming. <br><br>And I’m not saying that men are entirely innocent. I’m not saying that women are evil. I know women are people. But I know they don’t view us in the same way that we view them. <br><br>I’ve always been friendly with women and I’ve always got on with them. I’ve always been able to see things from a female perspective. But something inside of me has shifted slightly and I now see myself as an outsider looking in on something I can never be a part of. <br><br>I’ve always been a feminist. But I’m not any more. It’s all been a big ruse. Feminsim is misandry.