Some think “mangina” means “a man with feminine traits,” and accuse anyone who says “mangina” of indirectly insulting women by using femininity as a mark of shame. That is not what it means to many MHRAs, MGTOWs or others concerned about men and boys.
To a lot of us, a “mangina” is a philogynic misandrist. A man who puts women above men.
There is no intended insult to women in the word. It is an accusation of sexism directed at a man who would do anything for a woman, even if it means engaging in self-destructive behavior or selling out other men.
Do not misunderstand me when I say I hate the word, since I have zero intention to try to tell people what to say. The connotations “mangina” carries just makes people unwilling to listen to further criticisms. Even so, men who actively participate in the deification of women and the demonization of men perpetuate cultural misandry, and they can expect to be called out on their sexism. So me hating the word is irrelevant, since, like it or not, it is a useful warning to other MHRAs or MGTOWs in earshot that a philogynic misandrist is near.
Men and women suffer, but the harm of a woman sparks outrage, whereas the harm of a man stirs hesitant, obligatory moments of silence at best. Ideologies that advertise total gender egalitarianism like feminism have to scramble for justification when focusing on women. Earl Silverman tried and failed to open his shelter because a certain gender egalitarian ideology wasn’t fulfilling some pressing needs. Feminism crowns itself as queen of both women’s issues and men’s issues, then berates men for not doing enough to help themselves.
I wouldn’t be an MHRA if there was an organization out there that could help everyone, but the realities of conflicting interests and financial limitations make me gravitate towards specialists. I respect interest groups that work for the betterment of its target demographic without infringing on the rights of others. I can totally respect a women’s rights organization, but it first has to admit that it is one, and stop trying to play both sides of the fence when it does not make sense. Stop trying to save the world.
There are men who are hurting, and I am helping them however I can. In some ways, I hurt, and I want to help myself without being told to care more about women just because they are women. So if you tell me that women are hurting, I will simply say men are hurting too, and I am tending to those issues with what limited resources I have. All I can offer women are my sympathies, and a promise to not infringe on their own rights as human beings, which should be enough for them to fight their own fight. I advocate many women’s issues, including women in combat and the right to an abortion, but I can only be so active.
We all have problems. Stop trying to make me care less about mine.
Are you a woman? Cool. I might want to fuck you.
Stop screaming. Jesus.
I’m not going to fuck you. I don’t fuck anyone without permission, because no part of me endorses rape. But guess what? I still might want to fuck you, especially if you have bulbous tits, a wasp waist and an heart-shaped ass that looks like its smiling. As a heterosexual, I am programmed to slide my cock balls-deep into vaginas to help ensure the survival of our species. It’s how I was born, and I can’t help it. If that makes you uncomfortable, that is your problem, not mine.
Men are not evil sperm pumps who wonder how to enslave women to a lifetime of prostate milking. If you think they are, the smart, self-respecting good men who won’t have any of that will disassociate themselves from you, leaving only gullible gynophiliacs, permanently erect basement slugs and, yes, sexual criminals. Self-fulfilling prophecies aren’t always fun, are they?
Misandrists and gullible feminists: Pull your heads out of your asses, stop being so goddamn paranoid, and try treating men like human beings. Maybe then you’ll find “the good ones.”