Red Pill Epiphanies

I’ve written about the manosphere several times, and frequently the red pills. Red Pills are a subset of the manosphere, this group of men and a tiny handful of women who use a lot of Matrix terminology to support a kind of cult like mentality that revolves around masculinity, generally male superiority in all things. I’ve written rather hysterically about some of the “Christian” red pills when it has become obvious to me that some have strayed so far from scripture as to send me into a full-blown anxiety attack. These are not small theological quibbles, but rather huge and unmistakably problematic themes like we don’t believe in love, Christ, several books in the bible, or women in general. From there we progress to “pour your hatred over them all..”

Not all mind you, I do not paint all so-called red pills with the same brush, but many of them.

So Roosh, one of the foundational forces of red pill ideology has apparently become a victim of the very cult like mentality he helped to create. He has now been kicked out of the middle school mean girls club, the red pill cult. That’s some comedic or perhaps karmedic justice right there.

My bad for laughing at the poor guy’s human foibles, foibles we all share, but you have to remember this guy has spent a decade trying to teach men game, pick up artistry, how to treat women as two-dimensional sexual beings unworthy of any respect. Also, he’s been pretty down on marriage and spirituality.

For those who don’t know, Roosh was on Dr Oz not long ago, has a strong internet presence, has written books, gives lectures etc. These are not small time bloggers I speak of, but rather people with a large following.

So Roosh appears to have had an epiphany of sorts. He has come out against the entire red pill ideology and decided to reject it completely and create this new thing called “neomasculinity.”

Okay, all mocking aside, I nearly cried when he wrote this, “Once a man has gotten his fill of casual sex, and is looking for deeper meaning in his relationships or satisfaction with life, the red pill has few answers..”

Dang Roosh, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell so many of you all along!! One cannot simply pour women into the abyss of one’s soul. As entertaining as that may appear to be, eventually there is nothing but emptiness to be found there.

Dare I hope?

He goes on to say, “There is no denying that game works, but it can’t exist in isolation without a complementary ideology that gives men life guidance besides just sex…..

Amen!

(and)… for one can easily see the folly of elevating the value of men while not doing the same for women..”

Dang, you make my heart sing, Roosh. Let’s take it a step farther, shall we? One cannot elevate one’s own self by repeatedly trying to tear down women. That becomes nothing but a race to the bottom.

In his comment section he goes on to speak of some issues with evolution and evo/psych theories. Like hypergamy perhaps?? Well knock me over with a feather, you don’t say??

So neomasculinity it is. From all appearances it seems as if someone has wisely managed to observe that evo/psych theories are often highly flawed, that not even men can find genuine spiritual fulfillment from endless casual sex, and that there’s a slight possibility that men actually have a higher purpose in the world.

I nearly sprayed my computer screen when I read this comment, “Neomasculinity? It was once called Christianity before it became the feminized Churchianity of today …”

Oh, oh, so, so close! Nevermind the hyperbole about alleged feminized churchianity, you have hit the nail on the head there! Christianity! What you seek is your higher selves, your Creator, fellowship with the other humans. Christ is calling you, the most perfect example of masculinity ever known to walk the face of the Earth. You don’t need red pills, or neomasculinity, you just need to read the darn book. It explains everything! It starts out with two naked people in a garden and ends in wedding. In between those pages are the best (and worst) examples of the character of men and women ever written. The bible is not only a guidebook on how to make your own way in the world, it is a blueprint for civilization.

It is a blueprint for love, too. Love, something so many of the lost boys don’t believe in anymore. That is what breaks my heart. Not just romantic love, but Godly love too, the kind that teaches you that you have genuine worth and value in the world. So much value that you were actually worth dying for.

Worth and value you all so desperately want to also see reflected back to you in a woman’s eyes.

Here is Roosh. I’m compelled to link to him out of respect, but that is not an endorsement. I’d sure welcome him as a brother in Christ, however.