“The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.” —Ecclesastes 1:9
What unites the Manosphere is its realism. We understand that A is A (A) and we strive to understand it. Our reasons for seeking out this aspect of Truth vary substantially, as does what we do with this knowledge of reality once we have it. Some of us are looking for a wife, some want to keep the wife or girlfriend we have, others just want to get laid. Sometimes we’re working to improve ourselves as men to positively impact the world around us, others merely want to get the most out of life we possibly can.
Yet in a world in which so much political and cultural theory is based on pure fantasy, such basic agreement on A forms the basis for a rather substantial bond. Why else would staunch Christians Sunshine Mary and Vox Day quote a hedonist like Roissy or Krauser PUA praise Dalrock? Is there tension? Yes, and there always will be. Agreement on A is just a start, but without such a start no movement can get anywhere.
Physical and mathematical A are fairly easy for most people to accept, economic and political A a bit harder, but the A of human nature (in our case the nature of woman specifically) can inspire extreme emotional resistance. We’ve been raise to believe that the innocent expressions on the lovely faces of pretty girls reflects a nature superior to ours, and when we discover that those pouty lips can be merely masks for a nature every bit as cutthroat as our own, it hurts.
What hurts even more is recognizing how stupid we were when look back on how we believed the lies. We were shown the truth, all of us, but we clung to the Fairy Tale of the After School Special and believed that she was going to be the girl who dumped her jock boyfriend for the guy who understood her.
We just wouldn’t accept it: Things don’t work that way. To quote a Red Pill song I listened to dozens of times but never really heard:
This is not a love song
This isn’t fantasy land.
A is the part of GIA that Christ showed us he understood in the second Desert Temptation (Matthew order), and whether you take it literally or metaphorically, the point stands:
Then the devil taketh him up into the holy city, and setteth him on a pinnacle of the temple, And saith unto him, “If thou be the Son of God, cast thyself down: for it is written, ‘He shall give his angels charge concerning thee: and in their hands they shall bear thee up, lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone.'” Jesus said unto him, It is written again, “Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God.”
Satan quoted a wonderfully inspiring Psalm, yet the Man capable of performing miracles, the very Son of God Himself understood that it’s not a good idea to defy the laws of physics just for the hell of it. There are times that God will run interference for you, but you’re not supposed to jump off buildings because you know God loves you. Things don’t work that way.
But this is how the feminist views things when she tries to socialize our gender out of us, how lefties try to structure an economy that disregards incentives, and it’s how we ran our love lives. We thought that we could be the special exception to the obvious laws of attraction we saw every day, that she was going to be that special girl who defied her own hard-wired sex drive, that the things that should attract her actually would.
Some people who swallow the Red Pill find it difficult to believe in anything beyond hormones and the depravity of humanity. It kills their faith. It’s had a different effect on me, for it’s shown me that my faith was merely misplaced. I worshipped false idols, and false idols will let you down. Whether or not you believe in faith, humanity is not where you should place it.
Now that i recognize the A of woman, I accept it. She’s not God no matter how great she seems. To paraphrase another song, “If I don’t expect too much from her, I might not be let down.”
Unfortunately, in this regard what the Red Pill did for me isn’t what it does for everybody else. For some, as they kill their misplaced faith in pretty girls, they kill their very ability to believe.
But there is something more, and if you forget that you’ll eventually find yourself just as miserable as you were when your heart was first broken. You’ll be the burned-out PUA, the millionaire drug addict, the pro-athlete who throws it all away.
Other times, as we discovered that we weren’t biologically realistic enough regarding gender, we’ll instead revert to becoming biological determinists on everything.
And this is what will be the basis for my next offensive. A is A; I get that. We’re primates.
But we’re more than primates, too. We’re called to be more, and although our biological and cultural tendencies influence us, they do not define us.
We’re called on to be more than that. I am not merely an ape that responds to cultural stimuli and hormonal cocktails, and neither are you.
I am what I am.
That’s how God wants it to be, and it’s also how it is.