Alright, I mentioned in my post about Lauren Southern that this post was going to be controversial to a number of people at Grove City College, but this isn’t controversial for the same reasons as that post about Lauren Southern. Just keep in mind what I said about that post, that people should look at what things are happening to people rather than what groups of people these things are happening to. I also highly recommend watching the documentary that this post is going to mention.
Cassie Jaye is an American actress and film director. Being in Hollywood for five years starting when she was 18, she experienced sexual assault which caused her to identify as a feminist and move to documentary making, founding the Jaye Bird Production company, which has produced several documentaries. After several years she had heard of the Mens Rights Movement on the internet, began researching it, and decided to make a documentary about it called The Red Pill.
Early during the making of the movie, when she was interviewing supposed “violent sexists” like Paul Elam and other Mens Rights Activists, her feminist views were challenged so strongly that she decided that the documentary was going to be a balanced view of the Mens Rights Movement.
As soon as this became known, it became difficult for Cassie Jaye to get funding for the movie. She used her own money, her family’s and friends money, and in desperation she turned to kickstarter to crowdfund the documentary. Despite feminists protesting this movie well before it had come out, demanding that the kickstarter page be taken down, as well as slandering anyone who donated to the kickstarter as MRA’s, the kickstarter page raised $211,260 and successfully funded the movie.
Before I talk about the documentary, I’m assuming that the few people reading this that have heard of the Mens Rights Movement before have heard of it through very biased sources. I am not a Mens Rights Activist, or MRA, even though I agree with pretty much everything that I have heard from the majority of them who are not sexist against women. I tend to focus on or think about what would help everyone, so I sound like a MRA when talking about gender relations in the west and sound like a 1st wave, maybe in some ways 2nd wave feminist when talking about gender relations in, for example, the middle east or hollywood. I tell people about both when Hillary Clinton calls Black people collectively the N-word and criminals, and when White people are persecuted and abused in modern day South Africa like I mentioned in my post about Lauren Southern. A lot of people like this call themselves humanists, but I think its just the normal behavior of a good person who wants good things for fellow humans, fellow people. One of the reasons that I want to found a non-profit, Boy Scouts like organization is that just about every person deals with a lot of problems that are caused by society and/or they can fix themselves if you teach them how to fix it in their lives and help them do so. Teaching them that, giving them that help and making people aware of the problems are some of the key things that the organization I want to found would do for youth. And as the documentary points out, there are plenty of problems going on that people don’t know about. You can watch the documentary to get more general details, but from my own experiences there is no shortage of problems for males in the United States. Arguably the biggest problem is that in today’s society whenever someone is a victim of something, there not told to get tough and fix the problem, there told its something you individually have no capability to affect in any way and that the only solution is to yell emotionally at other people to fix the problem, and eventually every last thing seems much harder and worse the more and more you think like that. I could just go on about the causes of that, which I’m putting in the blog post on my minds.com account I mentioned in that post about Lauren Southern.
I am assuming that most guys at Grove City College come from a better situation that me, since you all had the types of parents that would push you to Grove City and statistically speaking would have lived in a more conservative area. But I grew up in an area about 20% more Liberal than the state of California, and I had to push my parents to take me back to church and metaphorically fight to get them to pay for Grove City College tuition. They have great intentions towards me and my brother, but as Ben Shapiro and your economics professor would tell you in some way or another, the road to hell in a hand basket is paved with good intentions. Its literally two different worlds living in a very Liberal area to living at Grove City College, even if Grove City College isn’t perfect in this regard. The majority of girls at Grove City are more masculine that almost every single guy I knew at my public high school that has more students than Grove City College. Even so, just about every part of school, life, etc. was structured for people so feminine that about a third of the girls hated it. The documentary covers school, and somewhat covers the social problems, but the situation for men trying to get into relationships, even friendships with girls was beyond any description of hell ever given to you. You can look up the youtubers such as EconomicInvincibility for statistics, some of which were given in the Documentary, but just to not rant for hours about this I’ll just give you a personal anecdote. In my high school, the one and only girl that found me attractive and flirted with me was a girl that due to mental issues found literally every guy attractive. The standards for attractiveness for guys were absolutely insane, and most every guy was either dating someone they were friends with for years, or were dating one of the cheerleaders because the cheerleaders wanted access to alcohol and worse from the guys parents. This girl that flirted with me must have been in a bad mood one day, because I was suddenly no longer interesting, she stopped talking to me, started flirting with the next guy and she spread rumors that I made inappropriate comments to her. Some of her friends, one of which was a friend of mine, decided to then accuse me of something that required the school to investigate. The school looked at school security camera footage, determined that what they were told was not even close to accurate, and when questioned the girls just started shouting the rumors about me to the investigators. They investigated and found the rumors to be false, and when that happened the girls withdrew their accusation against me, and both the girl that was a friend of mine and the girl who was flirting with me looked at me with an apologetic smile in the hallway as if it were a completely normal, justified situation that they wanted to just be in the past. The rumors continued, and after what I was accused of doing by the group of girls was reenacted in front of me during lunch one day I decided to tell my friends my side of the story. Within 24 hours of doing so a log full of termite holes showed up on my driveway, and since my parents took it to the dump I can only assume where it came from and why it was there. Considering the fact that weeks earlier the Christmas lights on my house had been cut by a knife in six different places near ground level, my imagination came up with the idea that someone, who didn’t actually know what holes from ballistics looked like nor possessed the means to make such ballistics holes in the wood, was very pissed at me over the rumors. By the way, the rumors were that I had asked the girl who was flirting with me for the dimensions of certain parts of her body.
At this point, to shut down the rumors, I decided to go to the county police. My parents had thrown out the Christmas lights and the log, but some of the texts I had from the girl who was flirting with me, while in my opinion not counting as sexual harassment, did count as that under Maryland state law as far as I am aware. The police officer scrolled through what looked to me like most all of the texts sent between me and her, and when I showed her pictures that I expressly said to this girl I didn’t want to receive, the police officer said that the picture wasn’t even so much as sexual. Partially in shock, I referred to the amount of skin visible in the photograph, which was quite high, but the officer insisted that it was not a sexual photograph. I then described the harassment going on at school.
I can imagine most of you have heard some adult say that there are some times in your life where you have a perfect, photographic memory of what was going on. In my Boy Scout troop, my dad, the scoutmaster, said this and the end of a troop meeting every time the anniversary of 9/11 came around. For me, I was standing in a small waiting room of the county police headquarters, at 10:38 am, with 5 chairs on three of the walls, a plant at each corner, and the counter on the last wall, with a wooden door next to it. I was standing maybe 5 feet from the police officer, my mother standing 5 feet to the right of the officer, towards the glass door that led into the main lobby of the building with a giant fountain in the middle. The police officer told me, still looking at my phone, “if you are being bullied, its the schools job to deal with that.”
I stood there, literally petrified from shock, while my mother apologized for wasting the polices time, and the police officer said that it was nothing to worry about, “this is the type of thing that I get paid for”.
While the police didn’t do anything, the my mother agreed with the police officer that the school should have the responsibility, so she emailed them informing them that I had contacted the police. They wanted to verify with me what my mother said in her email, and I presume they talked to the girl who was flirting with me and her parents. Within a week I overheard during my debate class that this girl had started a new set of false rumors, that an unnamed person whose vague description matched me had interacted with her in a not completely consensual way in middle school, but by this point the student body, except for groups of students like the SGA, saw her as the girl who cried wolf. There were only a few things that happened related to this after that. An article in the school newspaper where they criticize nearby rockville high school’s handling of that famous illegal immigrant rape case, even though this article was written as if it were about our high school and only mentioned the word rockville in the last third of the article. All the songs the SGA played during the multiple pep rallies for the rest of the year were pop songs about a girl overcoming abuse from a guy, and lastly our grades version of the SGA, when handing out class t-shirts to people based on size, gave me one that had a sticky note on it with my name, and was a size 2xl. They had devolved into calling me fat.
Horror stories similar to that are present in the documentary by Cassie Jaye, alongside other types of problems that adult men face. By the end of the documentary, Cassie Jaye declares that she is no longer a feminist. She still cares about women’s issues, but views feminism as an ideology that prevents mens issues from being discussed as well.
I said above that what I want to do as an entrepreneur is found a non-profit organization similar to Boy Scouts. The main focus would be to educate and grow both boys and girls, but the motivation for founding it comes from how screwed up so many guys and girls lives are, but how what guys in particular need is not being provided at all. I mentioned that I was in Boy Scouts, and in my view that is by far the most important thing that happened to me short of coming to god. In fact, I’ve decided that since my elevator pitch for this idea fell flat, I’m going to have to show people the merits of the idea rather than tell them, so I’m planning on founding a very prototype version of it as a club on campus that’ll start operating the beginning of next school year. Ive noticed in the double digit number of clubs that I have checked out or joined, that only one has close to 50% male membership. All the rest are heavily female, for two of them I was one of two or three guys present in the room that had about one to two dozen people total, and one club expressly said to its members that they needed male membership so bad that you had no excuse to miss a single event ever, especially if you were a guy. A lot of guys sit in their rooms and play video games, because the alternative for much of the world outside of the Grove City College bubble is far more stressful and far harder than god intended it to be. So my club would just be a place for guys to mess around as a crazy group of friends, getting these guys to be more social and active on campus.
Lastly, the club DRIVE, which I’m in and which performs dramas as an alternative method of spreading the gospel, performed at a mens homeless shelter in Newcastle recently. They technically are not mens only since they have a families center and there were a couple of women at the chapel service we performed at. But since mens shelters are not something people usually pray for since there are a single digit number of them in North America and that is for a reason, they really deserve prayers. The guy who helps run the place is a retired Marine and from what I heard of him talking to one of the DRIVE members and saw of him playing an mmo strategy game on his computer, he’s a pretty great guy. We talked to a lot of the people in the shelter to, many of whom were elderly, and they really all were great people, but obviously they each had something going on since they were in a homeless shelter, so I just felt obliged to wrap this up by asking people to pray for them.