That's because you don't yet understand why I am moving the overton window, and what I hope to gain thereby.

I'm not trying to move the great steering wheel of society. That fight is over. It was over in the sixties. The socialists got hold of our nation's youth, and after that, doom was inevitable (although it is probably several generations off).

What I am trying to do is reach individual men. Because the radical ideas that spill from my keyboard make concrete improvements in their individual lives... even if they end up a lot more mainstream than I am.

So I don't care how my existence is a talking point for the feminists. In fact, I welcome it. Every outraged SJW, every furious idiot telling me to go fellate a shotgun, every high-pitched squeal of "misogynist", every scrap of controversy is more men who hear what I have to say.

And for every so many men who hear it, there's a few who say, "Hey, I don't need to live my life for other people, in a thankless, joyless existence. I don't need to apologize for being a man, and wanting what men want. I'm going to go lift a barbell, fix up a classic car, pick up some chick from a nightclub and not call her the next week. Then I'm going to start a business, hang up the phone on my mother if she nags me, not get married, and spend my life laughing at people who try to make me live against my own interests."

TRP doesn't speak to feminists. It doesn't speak to women. It doesn't speak to society. It has nothing to say to haters, or to reporters, or to sociology research teams from PCU. It's about reaching men. Because men have to save themselves. After all, no one else is going to give a fuck.