Feminism - Nature tells you to take a hike!!

Much to the chagrin of feminists, nature has a way of kicking them in the ass. All the lies they perpetuate cannot fool nature. They can delude themselves into thinking that 50 is the new 30, but let's see those 50 yr olds, I mean "30" yr olds bear children. Feminism by nature is self delusion, they want to believe that they are being held back by the "patriachy". They want to believe that old women are sexy. They want to believe that obese women (BBW's) are just as desirable as fit women. They want to believe that they can do anything a man can do. They want to believe that they can surpass men in any arena. They want to believe that a woman can give birth at anytime and a biological clock does not exist. They want to believe that men are not necessary. They want to believe that they can fight wars with the best hardened male soldiers. In fact, they want to be men. Is it any wonder why lesbians use strap-ons/dildos and other phallic shaped objects to make love to each other? Why do they need to do that? Surely the woman wearing the strap-on feels nothing whatsoever. A dildo is not part of her being. Perhaps it has nothing to do with what she feels, but how she acts. She wants to be a man, she wants to be in the drivers seat, she wants that dominant position, she wants to feel what it's like to fuck a woman, so she dons the attire of male virility, a kick ass penis. Too bad her's is made of plastic. She will never get that univeral orgasmic pleasure that men worldwide get when they are with a woman, she can simulate it to the best of her ability, but she will fail.

And that's exactly what feminism is, simulating masculinity, but they have failed in every category. Now, an honorable person would accept defeat and recognize their failures, but there is no honor in feminism. Instead, they change the rules to suit them at any given opportunity, so they can turn their failures to victories. Their rules are not iron clad or written in stone, they change 0n a whim based on the situation. For instance, the belief that they can run with the best of the best in the military. They can't!! Almost all women are unable to meet the physical requirements necessary to get into the military in the first place. So they simply changed the rules. They reduced the workload and requirements for women. No more of that running a mile rubbish and pushups etc. Who needs physicality when you are a soldier? So now they celebrate that finally, women have broken into the military. How is it a victory if you rigged the results? And how does having a bunch of inferior weaklings help the military? You can use this scenario on anything with feminists "breaking the glass ceiling". They change the rules to suit their needs and universally, when they change the rules, it's never to increase the standards, it's always to lower them. By demanding that the standards be lowered, aren't they more or less admitiing that they are in fact not up to snuff for the tasks at hand, and that yes, men are indeed better suited for those roles? Logically, that makes sense, but logic is a realm that is never roamed by the typical feminist. They might fool their fellow women and pussified males, but they ain't fooling nature.

Human Resources - What a waste

While i'm on the topic of women in the office, I need to address the Human Resources department. It is utter and complete shit. They are absolutely worthless and 95% of the department can be fired tommorow and we would not miss a beat. Of course the department is almost exclusively female. There are maybe 2 or 3 guys there, and the one that I see regularly on the elevator is a flaming homosexual, so it's not exactly the most straight, male friendly environment to work in. I really don't understand why the company needs to hire so many people to do the same mundane, redundant work. They are responsible for such mental taxing work like stuffing envelopes for the new hires, organizing sexual harassment seminars, organizing and collecting money for breast cancer awareness for the billionth time, giving tours, giving pep talks to the new hires, and taking employee grievances. This can be done by, 3 or 4 people, maximum 6. We have an entire department of maybe 30 in HR. The company could save so much money if they just cut down on these useless sloths collecting money for doing nothing. If you go up to the HR department, you'll see that they are surfing the internet, gossiping and chatting and doing their nails. The place reeks of nail polish remover.

What kills me is the job titles they have. Here are some. "Personnel Manager". "Assistant Personnel Manager" "Junior Assistant Personnel Manager" "Human Resources Grievance Counselor" "Personnel Director" "Assistant Personnel Director" "Human Resources Specialist".

Can anyone tell me what the fuck any of that rubbish is? If it's one thing I know, it's that the more vague or the longer your job title is, then there's a higher likelyhood that you ain't doing jack shit. What is the difference between a Personnel Director and a Personnel Manager? Why do they need several subordinates if they just stuff envelopes, take complaints and give pep talks to new hires? They need several assistants for that? What is a Human Resources Specialist? What do they specialize in? Seriously, what does someone in HR need to specialize in other than having a decent smile and a nice demeanor? The thing is that these women feel like they are important and that they actually matter. A big portion of women in the workforce do mundane shit like this for a living and then they wonder why there is a wage gap between men and women.

I'm sorry, but I busted my ass in school, and i'll be damned if I get the same salary as the Assistant Personnel Director of HR who does nothing but at most stuffs a dozen evelopes all day. Can't we train chimps to do this work? Why did these women even bother to waste their parents money on a college education? These are supposed to be my intellectual equals? We keep hearing about how college enrollment for women is at an all time high and how they are surpassing males, but we need to realize that a vast majority of them will do no more than mundane administrative work for the rest of their lives because unlike their sugarcoated, powderfluff collegework, in the real world, you have to do real work to get ahead and they have no experience with that, and when they see how you need to bust your ass to get somewhere, they become complacent with doing administrative work. Then they complain about how women earn less than men on average. Well honey, most men don't go to college to stuff envelopes.

Women on a powertrip

I work for a pretty large firm, and with that comes the office politics and bullshit. Nobody ever means what they say and nobody ever says what they mean. Simple procedures that should be taken care of immediately get blown out of proportion and making a mountain out of a molehill is the rule and never the exception. I'll cite an example of this. We have an intern in the Accounting department, and he helps with the billings and subscriptions for newspapers and periodicals for all the analysts. Simple enough right? This kid is a hard worker, he's punctual, respectful, well mannered and always does his work. With the amount of invoices they process in the Accounting department, i'm actually surprised that more errors don't happen. The kid made a small mistake. He was supposed to renew a subscription for Credit Week magazine up until August of 2007, he renewed it for March of 2007. Now, this is not even a problem. It could easily be resolved by calling the publication company and extending it to August. A 10 second phone call would have fixed this. Furthermore, it may not even be the kid's fault. Some Analysts are notoriously lazy and sloppy, when they write their subscription requests, their handwriting is very hard to read sometimes.

Whatever the case was, the issue was not a major one. But unfortunately for the kid, the Managing Director in Accounting is a feminazi bitch with an axe to grind. She e-mails him about the problem and tells him to fix it ASAP, but then she CC's her boss a copy of the letter. There is absolutely no reason for that, other than the fact that she wants to get the kid in trouble. Why would she need to CC a copy of the e-mail to her boss, more or less insinuating that he is a fuck up? She did not even give him a chance to respond or rectify the situation before becoming a tattletale. I'm friends with a few people in the Accounting department, so I get the in's and out's of what is going on there and it is unfortunate that people like this woman can demolish everything you worked for in an instant. The higher ups don't know anything about how hard he works, how he comes in early, stays late etc. They only know what is reported to them by those under them, and all they know now is that he makes mistakes with subscriptions. I've noticed that many women who have male subordinates often punish them whenever given the opportunity. magnify this if she is a "single, strong, independent" woman. They seem so damn pissed off all the time. It makes the office a drag all the time.

Frugal living trumps all

"Advertising has these people chasing cars and clothes they don't need. Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need." Tyler Durden - Fight Club

I'm not a cheapskate, but i'm definately frugal. I don't spend money unless I have to spend it. That's not to say I don't enjoy myself or buy things I want here and there, but the vast majority of my earnings I save. I got into a discussion with a female coworker of mine about spending habits and like almost of all conversations with women these days, it was akin to talking to a brick wall. They are totally unreceptive to logic and common sense. She's always broke and lives paycheck to paycheck. She has to be making at least $60K a year, yet she's always broke. She buys a designer purse almost every week. She once bought a purse that was $900, and seemed proud about it. She recently got her tax returns and the first thing that came to her mind was what she was going to buy. Why does money always have to be spent? It's almost as if saving is not an option. Then again, I remember her saying that her hobby was shopping. How the fuck can shopping be a hobby?

Women are not capable of viewing the big picture, they can't think analytically, women only think of the present, not the future, which is why most of them are in debt. They max out their credit cards, they think it's like monopoly money. I was watching one of the talking heads on CNN yesterday and he said that credit cards are like foodstamps for the middleclass. I agree. I have 2 credit cards, and I think i've used them 3 times all year. If I don't have cash on me, then I go to the ATM or I use my debit card, it's that simple.

I'm an avid gamer, and i'm getting into home theater construction. I remember my female coworker countering that there is no difference between me spending money on videogame systems, HDTV's and her spending it on clothing and purses. For starters, I don't buy HDTV's or videogame consoles every Friday, nor do I buy a new PC weekly. Maybe i'll add some more RAM, or down the line i'll buy a new videocard and that's it. But again, how often is that done? Once a year? How often do new videogame consoles come out? Once every 5 or so years? I bought the xbox 360 in November last year, the previous console I bought was the first xbox, back in 2001!! How often does one buy a hi-def TV? That can hardly compare to buying a new outfit, designer shoes and other useless shit every payday. Furthermore, I actually utilize what I buy. I don't wear it once to a club, and banish it to the closet forever. I'm also not broke. I don't live paycheck to paycheck, I don't owe anyone 1 red cent and my credit is immaculate.

Equally disturbing is that many men are adopting female habits. Perhaps it's the feminization of America and metrosexuals being hip that's creating the new wave of superficial primadonna pussies of manhood, who spend money on worthless designer duds, gaudy jewelry and other crap. I think it speaks volumes about the kind of man that you are if you actually succumb to the shit Hollywood puts out and if you actually identify yourself as a metrosexual. Any man with a decent head on his shoulders and a lick of common sense should know bullshit when he sees it, and $150 for a pair of jeans and crap like that is bullshit. I'm normally not pessimistic, but I don't think you can save men like them. Men like that cannot be salvaged. If someone has to tell you that being frugal and smart with money is a good thing as a man, then you are long gone my friend. If you are stupid enough to spend a small fortune on worthless outfits, then it says alot about your character or lackthereof. Good riddance and have fun with the rest of the manginas in mangina land.

Cougars running wild in the gym

My friend and I have this new Saturday morning ritual, we go to the gym and squat until we can't take it anymore. There is something about the squats that seperates the hardcore from the powderfluff. We love our leg ritual and I look forward to it because he is bigger and stronger than I am and that in turn motivates me to work harder. I train in a pretty hardcore type of establishment, a no nonsense gym, it's serious business. However, it does attract oddballs every now and then. Gay guys sometimes join the gym to work out, when in actuality they are just scoping the "merchandise". One guy was recently kicked out for loitering in the locker room. No one ever saw this guy work out, he just hung out in the locker room.

Apart from homosexuals on the prowl, another frequent oddball in the gym is the Cougar. The Cougar is 40 something year old woman who thinks she still has it. She thinks she's a prize. She loves to be coy and flirt with guys. She wears revealing clothing, often to her embarassment, showing mounds of decrepit, wrinkled flesh.

This morning, my friend and I had a close encounter with a Cougar. Cougars by nature are attention whores. They crave attention from guys, preferable younger guys. We were in between sets of squats when she came parading in front of us, all dolled up. You can't be serious about working out if you wear make-up and perfume to the gym, on a Saturday morning. She reeked of cheap perfume. She walked by, glanced at us and smiles. We remain stoic. My friend begins his set, and no joke, this wretched old wench walks a few feet in front of the squat rack, bends over and starts to stretch, as in her fingers touching her tippy toes. Mind you, the gym on Saturday is never crowded. She could have stretched anywhere in the gym. She could have done it on one of the numerous floor mats by the cardio equipment. She could have done it where she was standing. There was absolutely no justifiable reason to come and bend over and stretch directly in front of us. Luckily it was his last set, so we moved on to leg extensions. She also stopped stretching when we left the squat rack. It was quite funny actually, and totally pathetic. Was that supposed to turn us on?

After wrapping up our leg workout, we went to get some protein shakes at the counter, and she actually came up to chat with us a bit and started asking us for "tips" on toning her butt. My friend actually took her seriously and was actually giving her solid advice about eating well and doing squats, deadlifts etc and you could just see her roll her eyes. Truth was, she didn't really want "tips" she just wanted to talk and garner even more attention. I like to mess with women mentally, so I gave her a backhanded compliment. I told her that her butt looks great, and that it doesn't need anymore toning. Yup, she was responsive to that, that's what she wanted to hear. Then I added "I mean, your glutes are definately not bad for a woman your age, how old are you, 55, 60 maybe. That can pass for a 50 year olds butt." She got visibly upset and said she was 40. I said, "Oh, sorry, i'm not good with guessing ages." Conversation over. Fuck off bitch.

A typical American mother

http://www.putfile.com/media.php?n=Why-I-Moved

Here's a video of a woman showing her motherly love. Watch and listen to the entire video. This has been floating around the net for some time, but it's worth a view. Listen to the hysterics of this woman, i'd be ashamed if this was my mother.

Bet this won't win an Oscar

http://www.tiredblackman.com/

Based on the trailer, I fully support this movie. Expect the "strong", "independent" black women to get all up in arms about it.

American women are inconsiderate

If you have the MGTOW philosophy, then by now, you should know that westernized women are very inconsiderate, they don't think about other people, they only think about themselves. We see it everyday from all fronts. Even their entertainment like Desperate Housewives promotes being inconsiderate, but I think it hurts more when you experience it first hand from a relative, then it really drives home the point that American women are shit. Case in point, my sister in Chicago. Up until last week, I was under the guise that we had a semblance of a decent relationship. I mean, we talked all the time and we had a normal brother/sister relationship, but she always, how do I say it, has the habit of never informing me about things that greatly affect me, and last week was the final straw.

Just to backtrack, she got married last year, in April to be exact. Her husband is a good man, but a total wimp and a pushover, but that's a tale for another blog entry. I arrive at the wedding, enjoy the ceremonies, watch them exchange rings, watch the poor sap give his life away etc. Then it was time for the reception, some guy comes barreling down telling me to hurry up and get upstairs to usher people in the reception hall and tell them where to sit. I looked at this clown like he had 2 heads and asked him why I would do that. He tells me that i'm the usher. I said he was mistaken, i'm the brides brother, not an usher. I came here to see my sister get married, not to work. He asks my name, and tells me to look at the invitation, and sure enough, yup I was an usher. I was livid. I asked my sister, and there she is with a stupid smirk on her face and she said "Oh, didn't I tell you? Oops, sorry?" Um, no you didn't tell me that you were giving me the lovely job of seating 500 people. I wanted to just leave, but out of respect for my parents, I did it. Oh, it was fucking lovely ushering people around, getting all sweaty and running errands like a damn bellboy at your own sisters wedding. Furthermore, why are people so damn stupid? You tell someone that they are at table 6, and they ask you which one is table 6. It's the one with the big fucking 6 on it.

She didn't even bother to ask me if I could do this for her. She just wanted to save money and just assigned me the task, assuming that I would do it. I did it for my parents, not her. By the way, she never thanked me either.

So anyway, this was the past right, fine...she's still my sister, I got over it. She was visiting my parents for Easter, so I went to the Airport to pick her and her husband up. So I see someone that resembles my sister, but no, this person looks far too big to be her. Upon closer inspection, yes it was my sister and she's pregnant, 7 months pregnant to be exact. I mean, what the fuck? How the hell do you not tell someone you're pregnant? I can understand if she was 2 months pregnant, but 7 months? 7 months??? It's one thing if we had some kind of estranged relationship, or if she never talked to me etc, but we talk frequently, all the time. How in the hell does it not cross your mind to tell your brother that they are going to be an uncle or that you're pregnant. What bothered me most was that she told everyone else. Not just immediate family, but friends and acquantances. She called people in England to tell them. Everyone knew, everyone but me.

So I asked her when she planned on telling me she was pregnant. I mean, this is her first child, so I would think it would be eventful news. Me being an uncle is eventful news, or I would like to think it is, her actions tell me another story otherwise. She said she never got the chance and that she called me 5 days earlier, but I wasn't home. That was her explanation. She wanted to tell me 5 days prior, but I wasn't home. What about the rest of the 7 months prior to the week before easter? Especially since we spoke at least once a week? That was simply unacceptable. What if I didn't go to the airport or I was out of town, does it mean I would have never known until she gave birth. I mean, I didn't know shit for 7 months. This was a big blow to me emotionally simple because her actions tell me how much she cares about me and how important I am to her. If goddamn acquantances know before you do, that your own sister is having a baby, then something is clearly wrong.

All this is duly noted, but it's a sad state of affairs when your own sister acts like a goddamn jackass for no reason.

Foreign women are idealized too damn much!!

We all know that American women are shit, so it doesn't take much for a real woman to outshine a nagging, American feminist troglodyte. That's easy, hell put a man in a skirt and he'll probably look better than half the fat cows out there that claim to be females. Nevertheless, i'm noticing a trend, a trend that has men putting Asian, Latin and Eastern Euro women on pedestals. Like their shit doesn't stink. Isn't this how we got into this mess in the first place? We put women before us and look where it got us.

On numerous MRA sites, i've witnessed reasonably intelligent men act like giddy school girls because some Filipino skank he has never met said something sweet to him or is talking to him on yahoo instant messenger. Big woop. That in of itself is sad because many men are so starved for feminine companionship that the mere notion of a feminine woman responding to an e-mail is enough to make him lose all common sense. To all the guys falling in love with these girls, I hope you took a number and got in line, because you're probably the 50th guy she's told she loved that day. Stop acting like such pussies and think clearly. No one falls in love on a dating site with strangers. Especially over e-mails, yahoo or aol messengers. Do you ever think about how many other men contacted her or how many she is stringing along?

I dated a Filipina for some time and she told me that this is big business over there. Some of these girls, literally camp out in the internet cafe all day long responding to e-mails and chatting it up with American, European and Australian guys all day long. Many of them are also the bottom of the barrel in terms of women over there. Bargirls, prostititutes and other dregs of sciety looking for a sucker...errrr...husband to marry. Sooner or later, one guy will bite and that's when he will become the next victim of a foreign gold digger. I thought that's what we hated about Westernized women, the fact that they are gold digging bitches, so why are we importing them now? They is no shortage here if that's what you want. Many of the women on "dating sites" are gold diggers. They just want a western man. A tell tale sign is if her profile reads on preferences for a mate and she lists 20 to 80 yrs old. That's quite a large margin don't you think? She's willing to marry anyone from a guy barely done with puberty to a geriatric in his final days? If you want to meet quality foreign women, meet them in person. Go to their country. If that's not possible, go to cultural clubs, centers, musuems, restaurants, anything. Hire an escort if you need a woman that badly. We are supposed to be men going their own way, so start acting like it and stop acting like moronic pussies with these women you have never met in person before. At least when married losers jump through hurdles to please their nagging wife, the wife is usually there is person, some of you guys have never even met the person you're putting it all on the line for.

Foreign women are people like anyone else. I'll concede that on average, they are better than American women, but like everything, there is good and there is bad. Dating sites have the highest concentration of the bad. Use common sense.

Hello - Welcome to my blog!!

Well, well, if you are reading this, then a warm welcome to my blog. I realize that the net has no shortage of blogs detailing the ills of feminism, and in my opinion that is a good thing. The more anti-feminist blogs that pop-up, the better it is for the men of America (and just about any Westernized nation.) It means the truth is spreading and more and more men are wising up. Good, it's about time, but there still needs to be alot of work done, and if by sharing my day to day experiences with other like minded individuals will help spread the word, then so be it, i'll play my role.

So what makes this blog any different and why should you read it? Well, this blog is all about MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way) but I feel as though that most of the bloggers and outspoken men for MRA are usually in their 40's and 50's and this is to be expected since they have experienced alot that life has to offer, so they can offer their insight. I've learned alot from them and will continue to learn from them. Wisdom comes with age and I won't make the same mistakes they made. Nevertheless, I feel like there is a void. Where is the voice for the younger generation? No matter what a 50 yr old has to say about MRA, the average 22 yr old will not be able to relate. We haven't been taken to the cleaners in divorce court, we don't pay child support and alimony, and we don't have kids that hate us. From that respect, we have learned from the mistakes of the older and wiser men in MRA, and I thank them for their guidance and candor, but it is always nice to have someone closer to your age bracket and someone who has more in common with you spreading the same message.

This is where I come in. I'm a 25 yr old professional male doing the 9 to 5 corporate grind. I work in the financial district in Manhattan. Born and raised in NYC all my life. From the beginning, I knew that there was something definately wrong with girls even back in High School, and that is when it all started. You see, the problem was that I was a "nice guy" always have been. I was raised to treat and respect women, as I have 3 sisters and my mom was/is a saint, so from birth I had the "girls are made from sugar and spice" mentality. I was chivalrous to a fault.

The problems started in high school. I was always studious when it came to school work and I genuinely liked to read. My father is a Professor, so reading books was something that was encouraged from an early age. Apparently, it's a conflict of interest to be studious, like school, like to read and be black at the same time. The insults were non-stop, especially from black girls. I heard it all, uncle tom, uppitty negro, oreo etc. All for the simple fact that I actually came to school to learn and do work. I spoke like how a normal human being who speaks English is supposed to speak, and they said I was "talkin' white." One is not black unless you speak like an illiterate buffoon with a speech impediment. This really messed up my phsyche because I actually thought there was something wrong with me. For a few months, I tried to be their definition of "uber black". That was what the girls wanted clearly. It was pathetic, that wasn't me. I like to read Homer, not freestyle rap. In a sense, I had no identity. So, I took up football, I liked football.

To stay on the high school football squad, you needed to maintain a 3.0 GPA. No problem for me at all, this was a breeze. In most places, being on the football team would get you accolades, not for me. It brought more ridicule. You see, most of the black guys got kicked off the team for having terrible grades, they couldn't maintain a 3.0 GPA, which in of itself was a joke because teachers did their best to "inflate" athletes grades. They simply did not give a damn about school and never even went to class, they cut class completely, which was odd to me because they woke up, got dressed and came to school, but would just stand outside, loitering and looking fly in their sweet clothes. Long story short, I was an uncle tom and house negro because I actually maintained my GPA and remained on the team. In an ironic way, flunking and being kicked off the team was seen as "black" by them and was a right of passage, I was not authentic because I was still on the team and got along with the white players. But the teasing was nothing major from guys, it was the girls. With black girls I was too white. With many white girls I was too nice. I've actually been dumped for being nice believe it or not. The notion of that is mind boggling.

Despite it all, I had my fair share of relationships in high school, some good, most bad. I wrote it off as just juvenile behavior.

On to college I went, I think I snapped my neck from looking at all the beautiful women on campus. However, with regards to the attitudes of the girls, nothing changed much. I remember a chemistry class I had 3 times a week, and it included a 4 hour lab to boot. I sat next to this pretty girl. We were friends, or so I thought. I helped her with her assignments, correction, I did her assignments. Seeing someone for an entire semester several times a week for hours would constitute at the very least an acquantance relationship. I'd see her in the street and she would not even acknowledge me, she'd just keep walking, like I didn't exist. The semester finally ended, I figured maybe I look different in class, different setting than the street perhaps. Until the next semester when I took calculus. Lo and behold, she's there. And she grabs a chair next to me and is chatting me up like i'm a long lost friend. Took me by surprise since she can't even bother to acknowledge me, but now i'm her best friend. I thought she was genuine, until she said, "I'm not really a math person you know....like, can you help me with the assignment?" I told her I wasn't a math person either. She never spoke to me or sat near me again.

I won't bore you to death with all my ex-girlfriend problems in college, but I will talk about my most recent girlfriend, or rather ex-girlfriend. She's from the Phillipines, I met her at Barnes & Nobles of all places, we struck up a conversation and exchanged numbers. She had to go back home to bury a relative, but we kept in contact the entire time. She came back tothe states to live with her uncle and his family and is a nursing student. The passion was instant and intense. We were peas in a pod, inseperable. This girl was awesome, but her attitude changed and out of the blue too, hit me like a ton of bricks. Apparantely, slicing off a mans penis is justified and hilarious. This was once a timid, shy, soft spoken girl, and a little over a year and half in the states, she's transformed into an "assertive" (i.e. bitch) girl who thinks John Wayne Bobbitt had it coming and that he deserves to have his penis cut off. I can't be with someone who thinks male genital mutilation is funny.

Speaking of irony, I take the subway to work everyday and I often see many of the girls who used to insult me and never gave me the time of day back in high school. It's a sad site. These girls are no older than 25, pushing strollers, have 3 or 4 kids out of wedlock from 3 or 4 different guys. Kids don't look like siblings or share the same last name. It's totally hilarious to see them, obese, stretch marks all over their bodies, tacky clothing, uneducated, screaming kids and dead broke. To those same women, I am now a prize. The thugs and players they preferred are in jail or bailed on them and their bastard kids. Strange, they see me and they want to "catch up on old times" lol Amazing what a tailored suit and career can do ain't it? I guess that's not too white for them anymore. The sad part about it is that they often ask me if I have kids, and I tell them I don't, they look at me like i'm strange for not having several children out of wedlock already. Apparantely, i'm the exception to the rule for being a single black man with no kids. If I hear black women complain about there being no good black men available, i'm going to vomit. I've always been there, they just didn't want me. Now I have accomplished something, earn a fairly decent living, their eyes are lighting up and now they have time for me. I'm not a big rap fan, but I think Mike Jones said it best.... "back then they didn't want me, now i'm hot, they're all on me." It feels so good to now diss these heffers. Last week, one girl was and I quote in her words "In love with my Breitling Hercules watch" and wanted to go out with me. Wow, dating someone based on his watch, where do I sign up for such a classy dame like that?

Many things are fucked up for the younger generation of men in America, and through my experiences, thoughts and ideas, I will express them on this blog. I'll also look at it as mild therapy. So come along for the ride and welcome!!

Youngbuck