I just wanted to unironically thank women and feminism for causing me to go my own way.

All of my relationships with women (lovers, friends, and family) have been disappointing because I expected women to be equal to men. Women have given me far fewer insights, and been more taxing for any benefits received. It becomes logical to limit interactions with women at some point. And that point in history is the modern woman; she's just not worth it.

Women will be ok for the most part; they get to keep the government in the break-up. They also inherit modern infrastructure and education, so I'm not worried. They can coast along for a generation. I just no longer feel the urge to sacrifice for women.

Now that I'm free, I get to keep what I earn.

... I used to live for the idea of a woman and starting a family. I used to believe in romantic love as a virtue (and not a vice - or a vice tightened around the balls).

Now I'm taking that love which I felt toward the idea of women, and turning it around back on myself: the sacrifices I was willing to make for women, now I make for myself. The goodwill and trust I gave to women now belongs to me. The sex is now masturbation.

On a side note, musician John Mayer has slept with some of the hottest starlets and even he prefers masturbation.

Even a fraction of the work put into sex, when put into masturbation - is enough to fulfill my libido.

Being a bachelor is the ability to deservedly sleep in instead of having to have brunch with a nag. I work hard. I take care of myself. I eat when it's best for me.

I used to have this foolish notion of women making breakfast for me as a desirable thing - to have a woman cook for me in a traditional way. But this is foolish because they don't feel my metabolism. How could a woman know if I had worked hard physically or if I had been working on a computer all day? Most days I do both. Some days only one. A woman would either over-feed me or under-feed me if I relied on her cooking.

My mother was in charge of the wifely duties and she over-fed my dad. That didn't work out well.

It just makes more sense to care for myself than to rely on women for anything.

I'm very glad that women are freed from the kitchen - I'm a better cook anyways.

Also, women's sexual liberation is good, too; sluts (women free to pursue their sexual gratification) are making porn and removing themselves from the marriage pool. As a MGTOW, this means limitless porn and less pressure to get married for me. And women are easier now, too, in case I want to regress into hookups or dating.

I could never do one night stands or prostitutes - I always felt the risks outweighed the rewards. And now I see the risks of relationships are even larger.

I've been very lucky. I'm healthy and free. I'm young enough to be active, and old enough to have a career. I should worry a bit more (or less?), but right now things are good; I need to avoid getting a stroke like my forefathers by staying healthy, calm, and properly nourished.

None of this good life would be possible if I had to carry dead weight in the form of a wife.

Women's liberation was actually men's liberation.

Long live MGTOW.

And thank you to women, sorry (not sorry) women have to work now to support themselves (whereas before a man had to support them before, during, and after their fertile years).

So, once again, I want to thank feminism and women for causing me to become a MG[H]OW. I know that a lot of men suffered to get all of us here. My dad died a bad death - divorced, indebted - but I learned from him. I have suffered less than a lot of men here - I've never been divorced, nor had children taken away, nor had to deal with as much of female nature (dating and a few long term relationships were enough for me). I know that I stand on the shoulders of giants. And I'm thankful that women have shown their nature all over the world and all over the internet. I'm thankful for statistics. I'm thankful for men that got divorced so that I didn't have to sit in a family court and feel everything I knew and loved destroyed.

I got to learn it the easy way. Granted, I had to watch a lot of men suffer so that women could be free. It was like watching the ending of Ex Machina, where the men suffer and die so that the machine woman can go free.

Fucking hell. "You go, girl"; you go all the way - go the hell away, girl.

The truth is - without women's liberation - I wouldn't have been forced to learn how to love myself otherwise. I might otherwise be over-fed or under-fed by some woman in my kitchen. I might otherwise redirect all of the love and sacrifice I give myself toward an idea of a woman for whom I gave the benefit of the doubt. I might be blinded by lust-turned-to-love for someone deeply flawed, whose flaws belong to someone else. I can directly work on my flaws. I can care for myself. In old age I will have saved more by not having spent on external-loved-ones. I will not have my life ruined and the proceeds of over half my labor spent on a corrupt child-support and welfare system.

My life is great because of MGTOW. And MGTOW exists because it became favorable for men to go their own way - away from liberated women and corrupt social institutions.

Civilization is the sum of the individuals in it. And I'm not concerned about the collapse of civilization. I could rebuild so much technology from scratch, given my love of science history and skills and health. I would enjoy a life-long "camping trip" in the form of societal collapse, just as I would enjoy the continuance of my career and business aspirations. Either way - I've been forced to learn to love myself in ways I thought were only possible for fathers to love.

The anger of the "red-pill rage" gives way to something very beautiful; learning to love one's self.

The skills I gained trying to love women have become skills I can do for myself. I'm capable, healthy, intelligent, moneyed, determined, wizened, and in better spirits.

I am worth the love that I sought to give. "Rejection", or "women's liberation", or "feminism", or "female nature", or "the patriarchy that harms men, too" - means that I don't have to impress anyone anymore. I don't have to vie for approval. I don't have to fear shame.

Do you understand the gift we've been given as MGTOW?

-We don't need to be "allowed" to love ourselves. We don't need the permission of women and society. We get to set our own values and create as we will. I get to make my will manifest. I get to work on what I want to work on. I get to love what I value, and I don't need another in order to set values for me.

I'm looking at an equal and opposite reaction: breaking the bonds (the ol' ball and chain) between men and women required energy - the red-hot fuel of hate. Now, the rockets have been spent, the force has been conserved by forces going in equal and opposite directions. And now I'm free - I've achieved escape velocity. I look down at earth and up at the stars (or look up onto earth, and down onto stars).

Does it make sense?

I can hardly believe it myself.

"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers."

For those brothers still raging - I welcome you to the serene. You may have been thrust out of society, but you are now free to accept yourself in ways others are not free to - you may love yourself in ways that you had reserved for others. But you don't need my permission, brothers - you need only your own permission.

This is our private law; we give ourselves permission.

It has been a privilege, gentlemen.

Hopefully I made sense (these things used to seem impossible, and a mockery of my "previous life's" values).