Just like a punch in the face….

Well, I go all over the blogsphere. Sometimes I feel like I am walking through a sewer. Yeah, some of this stuff is toxic-doesn’t matter whether you are on a Feminist site, MRA site, wherever. It’s somehow corrosive. I feel like the “true” story is not being told. You’ve got asshat’s like Roissy and Roosh talking down to you that your life is not some dreamland of easy pussy because you are a sub-beta wanker. You’ve got all the Misandrists, ah, I mean Feminists, or maybe I was right with the first one saying how you are a potential, even likely rapist and it is your God given duty to go after all other men and shame them of this inescapable fact. Yeah, this is like walking through a sewer with open wounds…..

I found out about this article via Feminist Critics.

“It happened to me with certain Feminists. I was told how my privileged status negated whatever I suffered since I benefited from institutionalised sexism as a pure, white male. They put me out to pasture, minimizing and invalidating the raw trauma and feelings it called up with sentences like “It’s worse for women,” “You’re an anomaly. Boys bully girls and other boys. That’s a fact.” The less polite charged me with “failing to check my privilege.”

Well when I read this article, it felt like a punch in the face. This man’s story is far different than my own but I’ve had the same experience of being told my story is unimportant. That my pain is not real. That I don’t count because I don’t fit into a neat little statistic and some theoretical construct like “Patriarchy.”