A woman flinches easily because she isn't used to the pain men go through. Gotta toughen her up, lean into her.
A man flinches because he's been bullied; he must be a genius nerd, a sociopath, apex predator, our guiding light of intelligence.
Coach is screaming at his teenaged football players. Now he's the man, he's in charge, he's not a victim, he's passionate. He's strength. The rule to which we measure ourselves against.
Karen complains about nothing. She's a conceited bitch. Her overflow is from lack of discipline, not years of repression.
Jack's a lady's man. He scores the most pussy. Men envy him, want to be him. Barely legal, he can ravage anything. If she gives in after a while, it's not rape. He's not a bimbo whore. He's the man.
Heather loves men. She's a stripper. She loves the way she can light up a smile, make the old veteran feel again; loves to feel protection without threat. She's not a nurturer of her species, she's a bimbo whore. She's the girl that deserves to be beaten and raped; a character in a video game. It's her fault.
Ken is a marine veteran. He wasn't drafted, he signed up. He was trained amongst masses of moral and praise. He bombed a city, watched women murdered, children raped. He's a hero. He's a nurturer of his species. He's not a victim of men's conditioning. His mother, a monster, conditioned him to be the monster he is. Not men like Ken. His mother is, the "doormat" he calls her. Not learned helplessness.
Katie's father was a marine. PTSD. He beat her, raped her. No one helped. She was the problem child. Everyone mocked her, helped her father hide his mistakes. He's a hero, it's the sacrifice you make. Katie has not seen war. She has not suffered. She has not seen the most. She doesn't see the cycles from the floor, pooled in her blood. She's a victim; she will never see past her own trauma. She'll grow into a Karen, conceited bitch. Always screaming for nothing. No truth to be found in her.
Zach is a doctor. Thousands of deaths he sat by in hospice. He's a spiritualist now. There is no more math, no more equations to help humanity; the medicine is in the dirt. Hug a tree. Go out in nature. He says men are toxic, but Lyla's depravity is her own fault. She is trying to "save" him. Not herself. Not her children. Conceited bitch. He isn't wallowing in his own depravity, he is free. Free to sleep around with who he wants. He warrants those to quit judging, not to quit raping and murdering. The government isn't murdering and torturing women, it's saving unborn babies. His denial isn't triggering pedophiles. His power lies in letting go. Don't fight against the system, its not hurting you. You're not fighting injustice, you're being childish, bickering about years old trauma, not your life now. There is no war. Hug the tree. A true hero.
