Stephen Marche Attempts to Shame The Red Pill and Fails Miserably

Stupid editorial number 2 from the Guardian

How shitty are men really? The question hung in the air, invisible but omnipresent, like the smell of a garbage fire from a nearby town. By 2016, a series of catchphrases had come to dominate the chaotic state of gender politics – “male privilege”, “rape culture”, “men’s rights” – but confusion reigned. And in the middle of this confusion, a group of anonymous men retreated to The Red Pill, an online community hosted on Reddit, to revel in their loathing.

The name derives from a scene in the 1999 film The Matrix, in which Laurence Fishburne offers Keanu Reeves a choice: “You take the blue pill – the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill – you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.”

The rabbit hole, in this case, is the “reality” that women run the world without taking responsibility for it, and that their male victims are not permitted to complain. This makes The Red Pill a continuous, multi-voiced, up-to-the-minute male complaint nestled at the heart of the so-called manosphere – a network of websites preoccupied with both the men’s rights movement and how to pick up women.

First, he primes the audience by comparing men to shit and a garbage fire. Very charming. Then he reduces TRP to one word: “loathing.” You can already tell this is going to be an even-handed, fact-driven, and well-thoughtout piece of journalism.

Who am I kidding? You already know better.

The author does what most dishonest arguers against several groups of “class enemies” (in this case, the class is “feminists” does: Accuse them all of being in league with each other and collapse them into a single amorphous blob of class enemies. Manosphere = TRP = PUA = MRM.

The manosphere’s most hateful opinions tend to generate the most attention – like Roosh V’s notion that it should be legal to rape a woman on private property (a bit of hateful stupidity which he later claimed to be parody). In February, Roosh V attempted to organise a meet-up of like-minded men on the grounds of the provincial legislature in Toronto, but he had to cancel the event when a local band of female boxers threatened to disrupt the event with violence.

Roosh tells a rape joke and later explains that it was a joke. Ugly (inside and outside) bitches claim to have developed a palete for “male tears” then when called on their hypocrisy claim “ironic misandry” (Whatever the fuck that is) and nobody has a problem. Okay. Women can joke about hating men. Men are not allowed to joke about women. Because we’re equals and stuff. Except women have to be made a little more equal than the average man because “patriarchy” and “male privilege.”

As to the Roosh meetup, if it was even legit and not just a publicity stunt, there were a few more people than a bunch of lesbians with boxing gloves threatening to disrupt the event with violence. But more telling is how comfortable the Feminists are with threatening perceived “class enemies” with disruption and violence.

*Warning: Incoming Hitler Reference*

These uniformed rowdies, not content with keeping order at their own Nazi meetings, soon took up to breaking up those of the other parties.  Once in 1921 Hitler personally led his stormtroopers in an attack on a meeting which was to be addressed by a Bavarian federalist by the name of Ballerstedt, who received a beating.  For this, Hitler was sentenced to three months in jail, one of which he served.  This was his first experience in jail and he emerged from it somewhat of a martyr and more popular than ever.  “It’s all right”, Hitler boasted to the police.  “We got what we wanted.  Ballerstedt did not speak.” As Hitler had told an audience some months before, “The National Socialist Movement will in the future ruthlessly prevent—if necessary by force—all meetings or lectures that are likely to distract the minds of our countrymen.”

-Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, William L. Shirer, pg. 43

Keep patting yourselves on the backs, Feminists.

But judging The Red Pill by the most extreme statements of its members is, if not unfair, then at least inaccurate. There is plenty of vileness, to be sure – elaborate conspiracy theories formed out of pure misogyny and outright hatred of female independence. But the bulk of the comments are much more muted and, frankly, pathetic.

In the hours upon hours I spent wandering this online neighbourhood, I saw mostly feral boys wandering the digital ruins of exploded masculinity, howling their misery, concocting vast nonsense about women, and craving the tiniest crumb of self-confidence and fellow-feeling. The discussion threads are a mixed bag of rage and curiosity: screeds against feminists, advice on how to masturbate less, theories on why women fantasize about rape, descriptions of arguments with girlfriends, guides to going up to strangers on the street, and, most of all, workout schedules and diet regimes.

Of course, the author cites no writers, offers no quotes, provides no verfiable evidence of any of these supposed statements and more importantly, no evidence of other men’s responses to such statements if they were ever made in the first place. Please, continue with this puffed up prose about “feral boys” and “the digital ruins of exploded masculinity.”

The head moderator of The Red Pill goes by the handle Morpheus Manfred, and when he agreed to give me an interview it was only by online chat. Anonymity is sacred; facelessness is the sacrifice it demands. He moderates the community’s 141,966 (and counting) members, and like most of them, describes himself as white, early 30s, male and conservative (he would have preferred Rand Paul to Donald Trump, but he likes Trump’s “watch-it-burn” style).

Yeah, anonymity is for pussies. Just ask Jane Austen.

In The Red Pill’s glossary, you can find those two entries:

Oneitis – When a guy has fallen in love with a woman in the same way a boy loves his mother. He obsesses about her, but she does not reciprocate.

The Unicorn – Mystical creature that doesn’t fucking exist, aka The Girl of Your Dreams.

If you dig through the misogyny and the bravado, the boys of The Red Pill want The One. They are as lost in that pursuit as every generation of men has been before them.

The Red Pill is hatred of women in the context of men who want nothing more than to please women, and who are living in a world with a sexual marketplace they find deeply anxiety-provoking. Briffaut’s Law, another of the key concepts of The Red Pill, encapsulates male powerlessness as an eternal truth: “The female, not the male, determines all the conditions of the animal family. Where the female can derive no benefit from association with the male, no such association takes place.”

But Redpillers are responding to a much more novel and contemporary reality that such biological imperatives: they are responding to women having financial and sexual power over their own lives and bodies. And they haven’t dealt with it yet. The term “manosphere” is really a misnomer. “Not-quite-a-manosphere” would be better.

Ho boy does Stephen not get it. He almost gets it, but he doesn’t quite get there. He skirts perilously close to the line of wisdom, but backs away out of fear. Fear of what, I cannot say. Yes, the Red Pill is a “response” it is an answer, a counterstroke to what Stephen politely categorizes as “women having financial and sexual power over their own lives and bodies.” Women have had financial and sexual power for centuries. What women have now is the freedom to be reckless with their vaginas and the slogans to shout down anyone who dares to tell them that being reckless with their vaginas is not a good idea. The Red Pill response to female recklessness is “better to be the man who gets the vagina for free than the man who has to buy it for three-months salary (wedding ring) plus a year’s salary (wedding) plus accept ongoing expenses to maintain it (marriage) plus assume potential liability for a day when I don’t have access to the vagina  but still have to pay (divorce).” The Red Pill and its focus on sexual strategy is a response to the so-called “liberated woman” (liberated from what?). The Red Pill applies a cost-benefit strategy and determined that it’s cheaper in terms of time and money and more beneficial to be the man a woman would rather fuck (alpha fucks) than the guy she marries and gives starfish sex and no emotional connection to (beta bucks).

Do some Red Pillers want to please a woman? Probably. I’ll admit, even I used to have those delusions. It would be great to just lay up under a woman and talk about nothing. To have somebody want to do for you just because it makes you happy and you do for them because it makes them happy. But that’s Blue-Pill Lotus-Eater land. The Red Pill is reality. In reality, the reality where women have “financial and sexual power over their own lives and bodies” women have no respect or regard for men’s finances or sexuality, so a man must always be prepared to withdraw both from a woman who takes more than she gives. No threats, no emotional blackmail, no big displays of bullshit, if I’m not getting what I want out of dealing with someone, I just stop dealing with them.

“But what about love?”

What about it? A human being has maybe 60 good years. If you assume for no afterlife or reincarnation, then life really is too short to spend it suffering for the sake of someone else’s feelings. Either the person gives you what you want, or they fuck off and you find somebody else.

This is how men deal with each other. Men don’t just hang around each other for shits and giggles. Even our friends, we get something from them, but we give it back in kind. Stephen’s modern women with “financial and sexual power over their own lives and bodies” want to hold men to a rule that says men should give all to a woman on the possibility that a woman gives back in kind. That is not rational thinking.

What the boys of The Red Pill need, in all honesty, is a massive dose of Romantic poetry. They need a dedicated course of treatment in the novels of Jane Austen and Dostoevsky, combined with significant therapy in negative capability.

They need to learn that love is awful, in the both the ancient and modern senses of the world – that love is infinitely more powerful and real than any marketplace, sexual or otherwise.

They need to read Freud, who wrote that every man wants to murder his father and sleep with his mother and that the only way to be civilized is to recognize that everyone is barbaric way down deep inside.

They need to know that desire is a mess, and that everyone suffers from its mess.

Instead of culture, the world offers the boys of The Red Pill contempt. Instead of education, outrage.

But it’s not just the boys of The Red Pill who need to begin again to learn from the fiasco that is men and women. It’s everybody. It’s the whole world.

Take blue pills. Read “Romantic poetry.” Suffer beautifully for your lady love. Get abused and misused by women. Eventually, one of them will condescend to love you the way you want to be loved.

Fuck. That. Shit.


P.S. Does anyone besides me notice how quick feminists are to call men “misogynists” who aren’t actually doing anything demonstrably harmful to any particular woman?



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