Thirdworld wrote:
KBB, the misogyny on the board is pretty amusing. Sometimes as I'm watching sports at one of the frequented spots, I just break out laughing as I look around and think about the evil gringa thing. When I see so many admirable specimens of husbands and boyfriends all around me.

The "evil gringa" is CRT's boogey man.
KBB, Thirdworld, there are a lot of scarred and broken veterans of the 'gender wars' of the US sitting on stools at the SL bar. I'd like to stick up for 'forgotten man,' for the guy who might have been a good husband or boyfriend, but he did not run afoul of an imagined 'evil gringa,' but a real one.
You see them when they are in their 40s, 50s, and 60s. But if you look beyond the wrinkles, the grey and bald heads, the bodies broken by decades of desparate lives trapped in cubicles, and assembly lines, mortgages and production quotas, marriages and alimony agreements, you will realize that once, "
they were soldiers, and young."
If you were take a man of the early 1960s, put him in suspended animation, and decant him today, he would be amazed at how the role of the responsible, hard working man has been diminished. He would be amazed at how feminized the society has become, and how it has stacked divorce court, workplace, and the government against him. Even the water they drink attacks their sperm counts and testosterone levels, as their sperm count is lowered by the female hormones of millions of birth control pills that are not filtered out of municipal water systems.
If these scarred, slightly embittered men are not up to your standard, just remember that they didn't start out that way 20 or 30 years ago, and now that they have "unplugged from the matrix," they might have reason to be wary.
And also remember, that sometimes, when you look into the abyss, sometimes the abyss looks into you.
And not to end on too negative a joke, I'd like to recount a story that Richard Pryor told about his experience in divorce court.
"I went to divorce court, and my ex wife's attorney had her show up dressed up like a little girl. She even coached her to testify in a little girl voice. (adopting a slow, childish falsetto) '
.... I married him, and then, your honor, everything happened...'
When it was all over, the judge asked me:
"Mr. Pryor?"
"Yes, your honor."
"In the settlement, we took away your money?"
"Yes, your honor."
"...and we took away your home?"
"Yes, your honor."
"...and we took away your cars?"
"Yes, your honor."
"...and we took away your Ch*ldren?"
"Yes, your honor."
"...and we took away your furniture?"
"Yes, your honor."
"Tell me, Mr. Pryor, do you have any hopes or dreams for the future?"
"Um, why yes, I do. Why do you ask, your honor?"
"Because we want those, too."