As a participant on the series of tubes we call the Internet, I often am confronted with some of the worst dregs of society. I know you’re nodding your head and saying to yourself, “That happens to me too, Slay!” However I did not know–and I’m pretty sure you didn’t either–that there’s this whole other part of the Internet that is very exclusive. You’re not invited. I’m not invited. They call this frontier “The Manosphere.”
I have to thank this “not technically speaking” MRA (Men’s Rights Activist) for introducing me to the concept of the Manosphere. As a feminist, and a vagina haver, I’m not welcome in their sandbox, but luckily for me, they are welcome to cross their borders and share their philosophies with us. Thanks to their generosity, we here at P-Mag will be posting periodic dispatches from the front. Little pearls of wisdom, if you will.
First things, they’re not going to play with you anymore.
So that’s that. Real Men, the kind of men that live with smoldering anger in their eyes, reminiscing over the (likely whiter) time before feminism invented misandry, are taking their balls to their own part of the Internet and you’re not invited!
However, until they get around to erecting a fence around the Manosphere, we’ll be here, reporting back.