Misogyny is defined as: Hatred of, or hostility toward, women.
I am a reformed misogynist.
I hated women at one point in my life (Black Women to be exact). I see the same thing happening (here in my very own comments section too), so I figured I would share my story.
I used to be a very bitter Single Black Male (not the case anymore). A misogynist in the truest form. I was mad because I had groomed myself to be exactly what women had told me they wanted. I was nice, I was honest, I was ready to be a monogamist, I was educated, and I was a romantic. I listened to all my female friends, I took everything they complained about and made sure to stamp out all those things. I was the textbook, movie, novel perfect man. Only one problem
I was getting no play (read: pussy)!
I mean nothing. Barely any dates, seemed like every number I got into lead to a dead end, and my penis would look up me and frown because he hadn’t seen action in a time too long to even say in public. Personally, I think the build up of testosterone had a lot to do with my disgruntled mood, but I haven’t been able to find any scientific backing.
With this newfound anger that I was the perfect man and yet women didn’t want me, I got on my soapbox. I told anyone who would listen (even had a little blog about it).
Suddenly, women were stupid, they didn’t know what they want, they were illogical (well … that was true), and the biggest point that I repeatedly said … the one thing I would drive home to anyone … was that all women wanted thugs.
I called it the “Thug Theory” and promised to write a book about it. I did “investigative” work into why they loved “thugs”, crafted elaborate definitions of the “thug” and damn near had a doctorate ready thesis ready, filled with reasons why Black women were stupid.
So how did I make the metamorphosis into the well adjusted man you know and love now. Well … I started getting girls.
I started listening to my male friends more. I dropped a couple pounds. But the biggest thing … I got my swagger back.
Now, I look back at this old person and laugh. I can honestly admit that I was just angry and bitter. Being able to look back and realize the problem. Now I’m happy, and I’m single and loving it. I still want a girlfriend, but I get enough “play” that I don’t complain. Also, the swagger has come to stay, the game is solid, and … well … life is good.
Do you know an angry man? Are you that angry man?
If your a woman, and you know this angry man … give him a little head … you’ll be improving relations for everybody!
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