Thursday, 19 November 2015

A Red-Pill Self-Improvement Documentary?

A few weeks ago I read about Cassie Jaye’s Kickstarter (closed way overfunded on 11th November) for her documentary on the Men’s Rights Movement, and my first thought was that maybe I should pitch in. To the great annoyance of salesmen everywhere I never act on first thoughts when it involves money or women. I gave it a while and then understood why I was hesitating.

MRA isn't my fight. I'm a lifetime bachelor with no children, and much MRA is about the inequities of Family Law. I live in the UK, and outside a few universities, we don't have the problems with PC crazies that the USA and Canada do. Our Family Law system is designed to reduce the potential burden on taxpayers (me) of divorced mothers with little or no value as employees, which has nothing to do with misandry. British politicians are masters of the conflict-dissolving legislative gesture, and have more or less dissolved feminism, leaving behind some click-bait mavens and privileged white women whose rhetoric fools nobody. I think the MRAs are right: it can suck real bad to be a man, especially if you can’t spot a bad woman from their body language and attitude. It lacks sympathy to say so, but a lot of MRA problems arise because the man either didn’t have an Early Warning System or didn’t listen to it.

(Press play for this immortal quote from The Friends of Eddie Coyle)

Men don't need "awareness raised" about their "issues". They need to identify their mistakes and to carry the message. They need to set an example to other men. And when the young ones who didn’t take the advice are mangled by redundancy, accident, illness, crazy women, divorce, social services, the Family Courts, or are simply abandoned by the love of their lives, then men need to be there to provide emergency services.

There are people who carry some of the message. It's a dirty job. Analysing feminist propaganda to lay bare the deceptions, distractions and the underlying messages and demands is cultural sewage maintenance. Someone has to expose, day after day, the lies and distortions in feminist propaganda, and fight back with snappy one-liners. Over and over and over and over. This is a propaganda war. And from Heartiste, and Rollo Tomassi, through Terence Popp, to the men who run blogs reviewing TV and comic series for excessive Blue Pill content, there are plenty of propagandists out there. I appreciate the work they do. Because I was a newbie once.

What we don’t have a lot of is the self-improvement stuff. There’s Danger and Play, and Mark Manson, and a few more. Most of what’s out there is Game. There’s a lot of fraudulent stuff - The Good Man Project and The Art of Manliness to name two - and what is almost everything ever written on diet and nutrition (as opposed to the chemistry of food) except proof that PhD’s write bro science too? There are handy little books on how to be reasonably stylish - my favourites are Mr Jones’ Rules for the modern man and (don’t mock me) The Metrosexual Guide to Style as well as the utterly authoritative Gentleman by Bernard Roetzl and personally I like a lot of what John LeFevre says. But if there’s a good book on daily nutrition, I’ve yet to find it, though I liked Power Eating and if you’re even thinking about re-decorating your flat, you can’t be without Home is Where the Heart Is but at this point you may feel I’m over-reaching.

Perhaps a self-improvement blog or book feels too prescriptive for the Sphere, or perhaps it just feels too simple. How much is there to say about this stuff? Or perhaps there’s a fear that it will slide into Mens Health at one extreme or Fantastic Man at the other. Or that it will be over-whelmed by “bro, do you even lift?” comments. Or that it will need a team right from the start, because one person can’t cover this stuff. Anyway...

As for a Red Pill film? I’d like to see a documentary about, say, four men in their early forties who got reamed. They are out of shape, don’t have any social life, can’t dress worth a damn, can’t cook and have even less Game than me. Over the next eighteen months, we see them follow a workout / eat right / quit smoking / dump the junk culture / travel / try hobbies until you find one you like / learn Game. It would be nice, but not essential if one dropped out early and carried on being a self-pitying, overweight drunk whining about missing his kids. It would be amazing if one actually pulled a twenty-something hottie and was in a stable Red Pill relationship. Maybe one turns into a decent boring citizen who occasionally meets women but now finds them way too entitled and selfish, and the other decides to put his efforts into a business. The Red Pill helps them understand what they did wrong and how they need to change their thinking about relationships. But what the film is about is how men can always re-invent themselves and their lives.

Because that’s true. God knows I’ve done it about four or five times.

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