Good Evening, This is 2020, and Men Are Tired

I first pitched a book for a journalist's publishing fellowship on a number of what the filmmaker, Gonzalo Lira, speaks about below. The year I won the fellowship was 2005. Commentators back then were claiming that feminism was on the wane, largely because it seemed more educated women wanted to stay home, and fewer coeds were joining women's groups on campuses. If anything, I thought that was crap (for many of the reasons you'll see in the next post). If anything, feminism was keeping a lower profile, regrouping for what was to come. I was barely 26, A LOT had yet to happen both in the outer world (like #MeToo) and in my own world, so as much as I hated to admit it and I wouldn't admit it for years to come, such a book about what we NOW know as MRAs, MGTOWs, and the like, published by me, wouldn't be forthcoming anytime in the 2000s, or the 2010s. I found another, more pressing topic to write about (see my other blog, The Practitioners' Truths, about that topic). But for conformist, gynocentrist America, full not only of PC feminists but also chivalrous, mama-boy Catholic henpecked white knights, Gonzalo Lira lays it out. For a major disruption to happen to a society, all it takes is for 2 percent of that society to do its own thing. In the 2020s, America and other Western pseudo-democracies should be on standby for an increasing number of men no longer willing to stand on the sidelines, waiting to pay their dues while overgrown teenie-boppers keep trying to whine their way up the ranks to the corner office. You can listen to the rest.