I was talking to somebody recently about “Red Pillers”, a vague coalition of different groups of beliefs and ideologies, ranging from men’s rights activists and “men going their own way”*, to pickup artists and incels. Broadly speaking, the “red pill” in question is the realization, typically expressed as completely world-shifting in the same way that discovering you are in a simulation run by hostile computers instead of the reality you thought you occupied, that men are not in fact the top of the social ladder and do not occupy a uniquely privileged position in society, but rather an unprivileged position.
*Men going their own way, MGTOWs, are a group of men who have decided that society is so hopelessly biased against men that their only reasonable recourse is to simply separate themselves from as much of the afflicted parts of society as possible, in particular but not limited to things like the marital institution. I define them, because they are the group listed that I expect the fewest people to be familiar with; their approach kind of precluded them being as well-known as any of the others.
Personally I got my red pill when I tried to discuss having been raped with people who I had long been led to believe would be able to help me work through it. See, back then, men being raped by women was seen as something so rare that it wasn’t worth bringing up, and anybody bringing it up must have some hostile agenda towards women. I got a nastily hostile reception exactly when I was, perhaps for the first time in my life, actually looking for support. (It wasn’t my first experience that men are not in fact universally advantaged, but it was the one which drove home that men in fact are, in some respects, far more socially oppressed than women - and, unlike women, are, or perhaps were, forbidden from even bringing up their oppressions.)
I wouldn’t describe myself as any of the red-pillers. I share many, if not most, of the beliefs - but I’m hardly unique in that; most of us are MRAs now! If you don’t believe me, take a look at the Wikipedia article for the beliefs of the MRAs, and see how many you disagree with. For a movement that is still widely despised, they won a fairly decisive cultural victory - see, twenty years ago, every single thing they supported was a weird fringe position. Go on. Read the article. Go through the beliefs. Imagine a world in which those beliefs are regarded as bad beliefs held by evil people, argued only in bad faith to try to bring women down.
That was the world of a scant few years ago: A world in which a suggestion that men had mental health problems required commentary stating or at least implying that it was all men’s fault, and it was causing women problems, and men should get on with fixing themselves or else they were guilty of patriarchy. But don’t complain about your mental health problems, because that’s putting the burden on everyone else, or taking up valuable resources that should go to the truly disadvantaged, and that’s male privilege - no, suffer and fix yourself in silence. And if you weren’t silent about it, as the “red pill” movement ceased to be, then the world hated you for it.
To take the “red pill” was, in its entirety - realizing that men are people, like everybody else. And, confronted by the horrific injustice of the world I have just described, they refused to be silent, and so were hated for it.
Many people still hate them for it.
If you can read the Wikipedia article on the men’s rights movement, and you agree with even one of those points - well, ask yourself whether or not you would be silent about it, if you, as you are now, were transported back in time, just a few years, to an era when saying that society should take the high rates of male suicide seriously meant you would be hated for it.
If you were alive then, and you hated the men’s rights movement - well, if you’ve ever wondered what you would have done in Nazi Germany, had you been alive to see it, you have your answer. You would have hated who you were told to hate, and seen the righteous anger of those who saw what was happening and opposed it, as evidence that your hatred was good and valid.
It’s not particularly a mystery to me why people who, once, hated people, who they now agree with, now still hate them - because to admit that you were wrong to hate them, that they were right, would be to admit quite the thing about yourself. I can’t stop you from it; I can’t argue you out of it. You’ll tell yourself that their misdeeds merited your hatred of them; that no, it was the Nazis who did the truly terrible things, and you would have stood up to them for the same reasons you tell yourself you hate today. You’re unlikely to pause to reflect on your diet of propaganda, and how a different diet of different propaganda could lead you to hate anyone, so long as you’re told it is the right thing to do.
If you can’t admit you were wrong, and let go of the hatred, well, I can’t stop you. You’re probably still on a diet of propaganda, learning to hate somebody else entirely.
I recently watched a media outlet for about three hours, supposedly a national news network, supposedly reporting the news. And yet it was three hours of hatred for a group of people; there was not a single report, in that entire three hours, that was not cultivating that hatred. There was not a single news item about a sick puppy, unless it was sick because a member of that group of people had poisoned it. Everything was directed towards cultivating that hatred.
If you think you know what I’m talking about - well, maybe you’re right. But give serious consideration to the possibility that you’re wrong. Give serious consideration to the possibility that your own diet is a diet of hatred, fed by an endless Chinese Robber fallacy.
If a being of perfect morality and godlike powers descended from the heavens, and promised to destroy the unrighteous - if you look with glee to the unrighteous being destroyed, if you rub your hands together and look forward to what will befall your enemies - hell, if you even feel certain you know who the unrighteous are - well, don’t be surprised when you’re counted among them.
Personally, as a self-professed unrighteous asshole, I’ll happily be destroyed with all the rest of the unrighteous assholes, because honestly, that would just be -hilarious-, a joke good enough to die for; let us unleash the destroyer. I know where I stand there; it is with certainty in my own unrighteousness, in my own faults and flaws and failures, that I know my own, and laugh at you, for your certainty in your own righteousness.
Join me in at least self-awareness, and let go of the hate. It’s impeding your proper hedonistic lifestyle.