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A series of (un)fortunate events

Perhaps it’s luck, or fate.

Whatever you may call it, it just happens that the coincidence of multiple factors coming together at a specific moment in time to create an ‘opportunity’ for bringing to fruition ideas and thoughts molded in the silence of one’s solitude and in the corridors of the manosphere.

Sorry if I drone on for too long; I’ve been told that my monologues often become lectures and therefore a liability when getting my point across. In short, I suffer from verbal diarrhea, or if you prefer a more hygienic metaphor, motormouth syndrome.

Anyway, the event that sparked this post is here:

I’ll admit, reading the title ‘Feminism as A Social Construct’ and more importantly, looking at the banner photo (attached below), I thought I was going to go in and hear the usual dogma that parrots the party line.

Instead, I was pleasantly surprised that the speakers (a lawyer and an English Lit, lecturer; both women and wearing hijabs no less) were very eloquent and cogent in their historical breakdown and analysis of feminism, it’s evolution and multiple facets. Especially important was the context in which they presented in.

The first was ‘Feminism in Jurisprudence – Barrister Fatema Anwar, Academic director, DCLE, registered centre of University of London Int’l Programmes.’

Jurisprudence, a term admittedly I have heard but never thought about much until Barrister Fatima clarified the necessity and utility of ‘philosophy of law’ that is very reminiscent of the overview Rollo Tomassi gives to the Sexual Market Place (SMP) and Marriage Market Place (MMP); on top of that learning about the local context of a third-world country (Bangladesh) and how feminism has entrenched itself not as a bastion of equality (not equity, mind you;) but more as a political exponent that isn’t necessarily ‘just’.

Feminism as a Social Construct

Secondly, there was ‘Feminism in Literature: Ms. Batool Sarwar, Associate Professor, Department of English, University of Dhaka.’

An overview of the feminism and its presence in English Literature, where Ms. Sarwar despite restriction of time quickly skimmed over the evolution and emergence of feminist literature and how, despite all efforts allowing for women to emerge as writers on par with men, we have had a hijacking of the canonical texts and their significance to literature being challenged in light of feminist theory and rhetoric. In short, it is a rewriting of the syntax, the language being used which would be ‘sanitized’ by the corrective arm of feminism and end the oppression.

In this instance, Virginia Woolf’s notion of the ‘Other’ from her book ‘A Room of One’s Own’ where a man’s superiority is explained in relation to the implied inferiority of the women around him. Also mentioned was the overview of Charlotte Bronte’s ‘Jane Eyre’ and the protagonist struggle for individualism.

Feminism in Literature

I do want to mention that while these two presenters have provided a clear understanding the evolution and context of feminism as a social construct, I have been looking at these issues through the behavioral, evolutionary and psychological lens, where, to use Rollo’s ‘intergender communication’ overview ( has enabled me to ‘understand’ that both the legal and literary zeitgeists have resulted in the formation of the current social construct of feminism as it stands, globally and locally.

There was supposed to be a third presenter : Sociological/anthropological perspective: Dr. M Anwar Hossen, Associate Professor, Department of Sociology, University of Dhaka.

Unfortunately, as much as I wanted to find out research data from Dr. Anwar Hossen, he was absent from the panel.

Here’s hoping that this continues; my sincere gratitude to the two ladies that presented.

Being the Reasearcher- Life as the grand research laboratory

The Private Man wrote on the importance of being the researcher when it comes to dating and attraction. I am going to extend that advice to say that this attitude crosses over to every other area of life.

Throughout the process of evolving into the increasingly knowledg-based society, we’ve come to believe in the utility of specialization. While it ‘is’ an effective and economical strategy of progress, it isn’t necessarily wise.

The problem is that we as humans tend to get into ‘tunneled’ thinking habits due to our narrow field of competence, and as a result, externailities which are important are quite often ignored, leading to systemic instability.

If the dominoes of crisis after crisis are to be analysed, we can see that it usually involves the blissful ignorance of ‘seemingly’ irrelevant factors (i.e. externalities) which ended up crashing the system.

This metaphor applies at the micro and macro levels; life is an interconnection of systems and reactions. Ignore one or more part for too long, and predictably that very component’s eventual dysfunction will drag the whole system (through it’s connections to other parts).

So it is with our human interactions that are intricate webs of complex interactions. What academia has tried and failed to do with forecasting the economic results of policies, it is doing the same to gender dynamics. And as Rollo mentions:

‘Observing a process will change it’

So what are we men to do? The answer seems to be the scientist of one’s life; examine and tinker with the many variables and observing with as much objectivity as possible. Obviously there’s the alarm of ‘sociopathy’ being a side-effect, but it isn’t that. Instead, borrow the religious metaphor of ‘the super-being that watches over you’; for this purpose, you are the super-being looking into your own life.

With that, happy researching, and may God save you from his followers.

Random quote:
“Before I lose my temper I always count to zen”`

I am a slave.

Let’s not be in denial.

I have been a slave since the day I was born, and to think that I’ve transcended my animal nature is essentially denying it. 

Where I come from, religion and hypocritical moral code of conduct in society have had me fooled into thinking that myself and others have a higher sense of self. While that level exists, what I’d been blinded from was the reality that this ‘spiritual’ level is standing on the shoulders of the animal level which came before. 

And to deny this animal instinct is a grave ‘natural’ sin. For it will have its way, somehow morphed into an unnatural habit that satisfies it. 

And because of this, I have suffered and am still suffering. 

Despite knowing all there is to know of the ‘red pill’, I still am bound to my programming. My instincts are still tied up in my rational mind. 

Which is okay. I am a slave; it has been so since the beginning. 

Only now I am aware and accept it fully. 

So that I may know who the master is, and overcome my condition

By becoming the master of my own self

Careful not to be a slave-master in the cycle

So now I go on my routine as a slave, knowingly. By being aware of my bondage, I will free myself. 


The challenge of mapping the socio-sexual landscape

I happen to be a conflicted person by default.

Although on an intellectual level, I understand this to be a product of social grooming and context, emotionally I am still bound to the parameters of approval-seeking and conformity.

Which has it’s own merits in some regards, but it hurts the faculty of critical, ‘applied’ thinking.

Case in point- take my username; it’s inspired by the massive eye-opening experience that has been the discovery of the manosphere. I can’t remember how I’d stumbled across it, but I’m glad I did.

Aspects of social dynamics that were opaque were all of a sudden clear as daylight. In fact it’s almost a blinding amount of revelations that has left me more or less dumbfounded as to why is it that more people aren’t talking about it?

Long story short- I intend this blog as a repertoire of my thinking through writing. There’s too much at stake, and the status quo of the society I live in is absolutely counter to what I ‘know’ to be the ‘ugly’ truth. (props to

My intention is to use the principles of ‘red-pill’ awareness and analyse my own cultural paradigms. I hope to spark a change that way.

Here’s to the red pill.


to be continued.

This thing…

Play or be played

Adapt or Perish

Evolve or Die.

Since having stumbled across the manosphere over a year back, this prevailing observation has been on my mind.

After absorbing a lot of the red pill knowledge and rhetoric, which by the way was difficult to share with persons in my part of the world (Bangladesh); I’ve instead begun to look at evidence of the red pill in action. And boy was that an eye-opener.

To actually see and hear about stories of human relationships and interactions and be able to dissect and examine the parts and pieces of teh whole. It is almost as if one is hacking into this invisible social matrix of ours.

What is this thing that’s been going around these days?

I’d describe it as a feverish romantic desperation.

Others may call it love, infatuation, desire, lust and on an on.
On deeper inspection though, when I see these two extremes of behaviour towards a fundamental human need to love and belong; where you have lovers sneaking off and bahaving as if getting caught would emblazon a mark of shame.

On the other side; the religious purists who think they are fighting a crusade against satanic forces.

It’s very tragic, witnessing all this. Seems to me that we’re made to be so ashamed and unloving of ourselves and others, that in order to deal with that crushing guilt, we choose sides.

As if this is a battle to be fought.

But what and whose battle is this? You could say that it is Mother Nature who is having us duke it out so that she continues evolving the human species.

This desperation to love and be loved.

You cannot force these things. It isn’t like the will to conquer can overcome the pull of instinctual natures.

They have to emerge organically.

Yes, it sounds wishy-washy, but look at how nature has produced things of beauty.

It did so without force. Whatever force there was, it was because of the push and pull of interacting elements competing or working with each other.

When there is waking up from the Matrix, there is no going back…

I discovered the Manosphere about a year ago, and since then have gone through an evolution of understanding, gaining knowledge. The perspectives that have shed light on Game and how much significance it plays in daily life are only beginning to dawn upon me.

You see, for the longest of times, I had this model in my head that learning something is ore or less a sterile pursuit of filling the tank of facts and formulas. With the education I’ve received, nobody mentioned or even implied that the useful application of knowledge is what matters. Academia through the years have sterilized itself, forming its own church of hierarchy and authority figures.

Coming back to the Manosphere; I’m at a point where, the more I see the world through the eyes of red pill wisdom, the scarier it seems. Also, it becomes more urgent that learning, and more importantly, applying this red pill ‘wisdom’ to my life has to happen sooner or later.

So this is my own little writing spot of observation, based on personal experiences and pooling of resources from the established figure in the Manosphere.

In the meantime, I have to thank a few teachers:

Rollo Tomassi

Ian Ironwood

The Private Man

Chateau Heartiste

Thanks to these guys (and more), I can see the Matrix.



The beginning of the end for some, and end of the beginning for others

“I know you’re out there. I can feel you now. I know that you’re afraid. You’re afraid of us. You’re afraid of change. I don’t know the future. I didn’t come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it’s going to begin. I’m going to hang up this phone, and then I’m going to show these people what you don’t want them to see. I’m going to show them a world … without you. A world without rules and controls, without borders or boundaries; a world where anything is possible. Where we go from there is a choice I leave to you.” Neo in ‘The Matrix

 Never have I thought that the above prescient words would echo itself in real life. Surely, life shouldn’t borrow from fiction for metaphoric placeholders.

But then again, you know that saying “Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life” (thank you, Oscar Wilde)…