The Manosphere: Grown Men Trapped in Their Teenage Years

Hello everyone, today is one of those days when I got more pissed off than usual. Yeah, it happens. Lately, there’s been a subject that has started to piss me off more than ever.

Something that might seem trivial, yet it doesn’t directly affect me. But living in a society, I think we should try to be a little better than we were the day before.

I don’t know what makes people behave like this and cry on the internet over other people’s decisions. They’re probably just looking for validation, and yet it’s shocking that they actually find it.

I try to remember what I was like when I was younger and whether I behaved like this to some extent. I think I did, but the difference is that when you’re 16, you’re somehow angry at life and full of hormones.

Yes, that’s not an excuse to be like that, but when you don’t have good examples around you, you can end up becoming like that.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are talking about the manosphere and its entire ecosystem. Yes, I know, it’s such a huge story that documentaries have been made about it.

What is the manosphere? I think it’s teenage nonsense, but that’s not a definition, so I’ll leave the actual definition below.

“The manosphere is a network of online communities, forums, and influencers that focus on men’s rights and issues, often promoting views that are critical or hostile toward feminism and gender equality. This digital ecosystem brings together various subcultures that interpret relationships between men and women through a conservative, polarizing, or misogynistic lens.”

So, in very few words, the manosphere is that period when you were ignored by women because you had pimples on your face and were shy, and in your attempt to finally get some attention yourself, you became a sad little man. But yeah, that happened when you were 16.

Today’s alpha males have managed to relive that period as adults and remain trapped in it.

This constant whining about men losing their rights and about how they built the world, to me, seems like nothing more than an attempt to deny their contribution to society. But how does that help you?

My dear incels, let me explain a few things to you. As I mentioned in some of my other stories, I grew up in what you could call a working-class neighborhood.

In this neighborhood, most of my neighbors worked in various factories, and that’s how I got to meet women who were welders, painters, electricians, machinists, heavy-vehicle drivers, machine operators.

But in your minds, a woman can be, at most, a seamstress. I can give you a counterexample for every single example I get from someone claiming that a woman can’t have a certain profession.

The sentence “They all do OnlyFans now” makes my hair stand on end. I don’t think it’s someone’s fault that they’re trying to make money more easily and take advantage of an opportunity, with all the costs and consequences that come with it. But if we didn’t live in this unfair and rotten society, nobody would do it.

The temptation is strong, and everyone wants a better life; some people can do it without having too many moral qualms about it. But it can also be fatal for some; unfortunately, we have cases like that too.

Some women are forced into it, either physically or because of their circumstances, which is horrible. We also have concrete cases within the manosphere itself, where some men have forced women into doing this and profited from them.

At the end of the day, anyone can do whatever they want with their own body.

But you, 50-year-old incel, nobody gives you the right to call her a whore. What she does has absolutely nothing to do with you.

But maybe it does affect you, because you’re a whiny little man who probably hasn’t felt the warmth of a woman in a very long time. There’s this fire burning inside you because you have to pay for a subscription to see her, and physically, you probably never will.

Why do I say this? I just watched a video about a boy — he was literally a boy, even though he was 50 years old — who was whining about exactly this.

Okay, it’s entirely my fault for not being more selective and not skipping immediately when I see something posted by “The Men’s Academy” and a few other words. I don’t remember exactly.

You can tell there’s something wrong just from the name. Same pattern as the Tate brothers, Cezar, How to Man, Loren.

I simply cannot understand the need some people have to be taught how to be men by other men who have probably never felt the warmth of a woman themselves. I wonder how angry you have to be at women to create an academy to teach children how to become like you.

My dear friends, don’t try to learn anything from people like that, because you’re going to end up alone forever. Most of them are doing this just to take your money.

I’m not talking about every person who discusses men’s problems. There is nothing wrong with discussing a possible problem; some cases can be real. I’m talking about the part of the manosphere that turns men’s frustrations into a business and into an ideology about male superiority.

No, actually, all of them are doing it to take your money.

You’re not going to learn anything, except how to remain alone forever and maybe how to stop giving your money to scammers.

All this crap is borrowed from people in America who started doing this some time ago. But over there, they took it to an even higher level: they make podcasts where they try to humiliate women just to look smarter.

But there’s something missing from the definition above: besides all the stuff about women and their constant whining that men’s rights aren’t respected, that women need to be dominated, they’re also homophobic.

I find this absolutely extraordinary. There is nothing more wonderful in this world than this kind of contrast. Most of the people who run these kinds of businesses try to create their own group, their own strong little brigade. And, very interestingly, they’re also homophobic.

What’s really interesting here is that these brigades are 100% made up of men, and they go to camps and gatherings together. I don’t think there’s anything gayer than that: getting together with a group of people who hate women and claim to hate gay people too, in these homoerotic gatherings, where you sit around talking shit about both groups.

Wonderful, honestly. You even go camping with them, sweating next to each other in the mountains, sitting together in the same hot tub. Romantic.

My dear friends, that is not the definition of a real man.

And among these people, there is one particularly special guy. I forgot what his name was, but I think my man was in the military or something. He was the angriest of them all.

His extraordinary anger came from the fact that a woman let her dog lick her face.

My good man, that dog is a hundred times cleaner than you; besides that, compared to you, it is definitely more loyal and grateful.

To become jealous of a dog means you’ve sunk so low that you can’t even compete with a puppy. But should you even have to compete with a puppy?

That only shows me that you haven’t understood anything about what love actually means.

But how do people like this become this way? Aren’t they loved as children? Do they let their failures in love shape them to such an extent that they become incels?

We will never know the answer.

Boys, if you want to meet girls, just talk and listen. It’s that simple. You don’t have to dominate anyone. You don’t have to stand on your hands.

You just have to be yourself and find a match. If you don’t, so what?