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  • But the manosphere doesn’t need to be a symptom of those problems. That’s a choice.

    Another choice could be that men band together to identify the real problems and address those.

    For example. In the manosphere, women are considered gold diggers. Well, because of the patriarchy, men are told that it is their job to provide, and that their value is tied to how well they provide. So you have men who think it’s their job to provide money, and then are complaining when women see them as a source of money. This is stupid. Men could stop trying to be providers, and instead try being people who are interesting to talk to and nice to be around. That would solve both the golddigger problem and the loneliness problem. It would also start to address some of the capitalist problems, where people are willing to self-exploit, just to get a little more money than their neighbor.



  • surewhynotlem@lemmy.worldtoAsk Lemmy@lemmy.worldIsn't this racism?
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    To be racist, it needs to be about race.

    I can say everyone in Texas fucks cattle (they do), but that’s just bigotry based on where they live, not racism.

    Are you saying that people from Afghanistan are a different race than their neighbors?

    Or are you thinking maybe of culture, not race? Race isn’t a think you can’t change or choose. Culture is.









  • That’s dark. It reminds me of a story.

    A little old lady goes for a stroll in the park, when she sees a man sitting on a bench wearing a trench coat. As she walks closer, she realises he isn’t wearing anything else. She sits next to him and after a minute, he turns to her and asks, “Would you like to touch my penis?”

    “Oh, no, I couldn’t,” she says. “I’m a widow and I haven’t touched one in years.”

    “Go on,” he says. “It’s like riding a bike. You don’t forget.”

    So she does. And every day for the next few months, she goes to the park and enjoys her encounter with the man.

    One day, he isn’t at their regular meeting spot.

    “Oh, well he was old,” she says to herself, thinking he’s died. But after a few minutes, she sees him on another bench with another little old woman.

    “You bastard,” she says. “You’re cheating on me! What’s she got that I don’t?”

    “Parkinson’s,” he replied.