A couple of typical misandry incidents I recently observed.
The first one took place in a neighbor's backyard and was fairly mild. Two women, one an art teacher, were talking about men's and women's bodies and the aesthetic qualities of each. The art teacher said she'd much rather draw and look at women's bodies since they're so much more attractive. So much for the classical sculptures of the ancient world.
The second woman said something like, "Yeah, men are all funny looking with their clothes off." Incidentally, her husband is in great shape and is at the gym 5 times a week. He practically looks ready for fight club. She, on the other hand, is about 40lbs overweight with an ass that looks like a bag of wet laundry.
The second incident of misandry I witnessed was an old friend of the family. She dropped by my mother's house (who I was visiting for the weekend) and out of nowhere launched into some diatribe against men.
She went on and on about how intrinsically terrible a substance testosterone is and that if we'd just castrate all the men, we'd get rid of war, child molestors and a number of other evils too numerous to list.
Some background on this woman: Her first husband built the house they lived in as well as the house next door which was a childhood home of mine. Their second vacation home was a dump bought for a song that he completely renovated into a model home all by himself. When they divorced -- because she was cheating on him -- he gave her both of the houses and left. He's still friends with her to this day.
Her second husband was a WWII vet who lied about his age to join the Marines at 16. He was shot by a sniper on Iwo Jima and lived for the rest of his life with one leg shorter than the other. The resulting arthritis in his later years was painful, but he never complained. When he died, she was left with his substantial retirement savings. And she complains constantly about the discomforts of her old age -- discomforts resulting from drinking waaay too much and smoking heavily.
She wound up her diatribe with the declaration that women would be just fine without men and that we're not much needed.
I said something like, "Yeah, well you'd be having fun in your mud hut where Rome should've been with half the babies dying before they're five."
She abruptly ended the visit and left.
But how do these women arrive at this? They have husbands and fathers who give so freely to them and indeed give them lives they wouldn't have otherwise had -- and sons who love them so unconditionally.
Yet, so full of misandry....?