I, too, now find that more and more men are speaking up and pointing out how men are getting screwed for being men. As the powers-that-be in society -- the academy, mainstream media, and government -- become more deeply entrenched with feminist evil, the populace (especially men, but women as well) are divorcing themselves more and more from feminism. The rift between the established forces and the populace is becoming huge.
About a week ago, I bought a bottle of wine at a local shop. The two men working the registers (about in their late-twenties) were discussing how Social Security was going to tank because of the collapse of fertility rates. I stated that fertility rates had collapsed in part because of the systematic, feminist destruction of male-female relations as well as the fact that feminism had largely destroyed the traditional family without replacing it with anything viable. They heartily agreed. And when I told them that I'm active in the Men's Rights Movement, they stood taller and visibly brightened. I could see respect in their eyes. What a treat!
Then a few days ago I went to my favorite watering hole for a couple glasses of wine. I was talking with the bartender about wine for a while before a couple men and a woman, all about 30, walked up to the bar to pay their bill. They'd been seated at a table nearby in the lounge, I was seated at the bar, and they'd heard the bartender's and my discussion. While they were waiting to pay, they asked me a couple questions about wine and then asked me if I'd seen the movie "Sideways." I said, "Yes," and they asked me what I thought of it. I said that I thought it sucked, that it was the typical garbage -- a couple of worthless, twit, jerk men, who needed to be saved by women. The two men nearly shouted, "That's what I thought."
A little while later, a woman came in and sat at the bar right next to me, despite the fact that there were other seats at the bar where she could have sat without being right next to anyone. She had a couple drinks and suddenly went utterly blotto. (My guess is that she'd been drinking before she came in.) She started hanging her head, then she'd suddenly shout "DON'T DO THAT!" Then she'd drop her head to the counter. After a while she said that she was going to go home, but she didn't leave. The bartender told me that she lived nearby and would walk home -- she'd been there before.
For about 20 minutes she kept saying she was going home, but didn't leave. Finally, I looked at a man seated at the bar a few stools down and asked him if he'd come with me if I drove her home. He turned deadly serious and said, "NO. And I recommend that you don't take her." I nodded and was going to leave it at that, but a few minutes later, the bartender asked me if I'd go with him, because he was going to give her a ride. I hesitated, but agreed. It was below freezing, and it seemed that she might go to sleep on a lawn and be found frozen in the morning. (I'm still not to the point where I'll let a woman, whom I don't know, freeze rather than risk a false accusation by helping her. Maybe I ought to have my meds adjusted. :shock:)
Damn. I'm rambling. Oh, well. If you get bored, throw rotten tomatoes. Just make sure they're heirlooms.
Anyway, the bartender went to the kitchen to tell the (male) chef that he'd be gone for a few minutes. I followed him and in front of the chef said that, given the climate in the country, the bartender should get a women who worked there to accompany him. That way if the woman-customer made some outrageous accusation against him, the police would probably listen to the woman-witness, but, if he and I were accused, we'd have no witness. The chef, with a grave expression, nodded assent to what I said, but then they told me that all the women who worked that night had gone home. Another man, who worked there and was in the kitchen, listened to all this and nodded agreement too.
Well, the drive to the woman's house was right out of the twilight zone. To make the story short, she couldn't remember where she lived, but, with a lot of coaxing, we got an address out of her and brought her home.
When we got back, the man-customer, who had refused to go with me if I drove her home, said that he'd been raised to help people, but that he would no longer help a woman that he didn't know. I said that she might have died outside and he said that, though he knew it was a cold thing to say, he'd let her die. He said that as far as he was concerned, it wasn't worth putting himself in a position where she could destroy his life on a drunken whim.
I swear, damn near any man I speak with today agrees with me regarding men's rights issues. And pretty much all of the rest don't disagree and are interested in hearing what I have to say.