I’m quite certain that by now almost everyone have heard—directly or indirectly—women (as well as men themselves) either in personal arguments or a social media discussion or as an ad hominem dished out at a man for simply holding a position which—in this current social paradigm of Western societies may be unpopular—telling a man……”Be a man!” “Be a real man!”  You’re not a real man!” “Be a man and step up to the plate!”….and so on.

We—Red Pill Men (RPM)—recognize that the “Be a real man!”  call from women and their male lapdogs is nothing more than a shaming tactic and emotional manipulation with a deliberate attempt to play into men’s ego to compel them to act a certain [expected] way and [do things] that more often than none do not serve their own self-interest but the interest of others—primarily that of women or some special interest group with an ideology-driven agenda. This call made by women—whether they are ideologically invested or not—exposes female’s hypergamous, selfish, solipsistic and histrionic nature. There’s no need to hate them, however, in the same way we don’t hate hyenas for doing what hyenas do. We simply need to recognize that they act in response to their own nature as any other mammal on the planet. Just be vigilant, be alert. When the same call is made by men, it’s a reflection of a societal indoctrination that begins from the time we are lads and has been collectively accepted and reinforced by men themselves and rarely questioned or challenged. Those are men still living under the blue pill effect.

The pervasiveness of this manipulative paraphrase—“Be a real man”—conjures up unwanted behavior from too many men. Attempting to respond to this nonsense has impacted—in a detrimental way—the lives of millions of men not just in recent time but in the past as well. Feeling that their masculinity has been called into question, they have acted up in ways that landed them in prison or dead. The truth of the matter is that you don’t need to be, nor you can be, “more man” or “more real” than you already are. There is no man who is “more man” or “more real” than you. If you are a living-breathing man you are as real as one can be. There isn’t a yardstick to measure manness; and if there is one, is just an artificial social constract. What we have is men who tend to be far more [responsible] in every aspect than others ….then we have men who are easier to control and manipulate than others. The latter belong to the category of lapdogs, white-knights, mangina, simpers, captain-save-a-hoe, heroes-wannabe, welfare-queens-rescuers and fools. Typically—though not uniquely—those men were raised by a single female, or a gynocentric-matriarch—even if there was a father—family structure.

What the call of “be a man and step up to the plate” often means is something to the effect of: “I’m a single mom with three kids from different daddies and I want to leech off you. I’m bringing nothing of inherent value to the table to trade off; so don’t expect from me to be reciprocal or as much as a ‘thank you.’ Keep in mind that in this relationship I’m the most important one, first, and then my kids second. Your degree of importance will depend solely on how well you’ll perform your duty as an obsequious utility. Now, go out there and be a ‘real man’!”

“Do as you’re told and devout your entire human existence to serve obsequiously my selfish interest simply because I exist. I have a vagina and that makes me special. Your manness—and for that matter your life—has no meaning and no value unless you completely neglect your own needs, wants and dreams and embark on the utterly impossible task of pleasing me in all my whims. If you don’t do those things then you aren’t a real man.”

There are, also, men that although they don’t necessarily or entirely fall into the second category of men mentioned above, they are; however, what we—RPM—metaphorically refer to as BPM (Blue Pill Men). These men are yet to understand that they have been used as nothing more than domesticated doers—utilities. No one holds those men so strictly to live up to a social construct that trained them to become indenture to the service of women more than themselves. In fact, they are even proud of their servitude because it allows them to play the fantasy of a “Rescuer-Hero.”  Although striving in vain and valiant against unfair odds, and not even being equally rewarded for their indenture, for these men there’s nothing more devastating than to have failed living up to the expectation of women and society at large. The only value of their entire existence—they have come to believe—is predicated not on what is beneficial to them as individuals, but what is in the interest of female creatures incapable of being grateful even if they wish to.

You are a bone, flesh and blood real man if you were born one. There isn’t another level of man [realness] to be attained. And you—and only you—will define and tailor your own idea of being a man completely indifferent or even in opposition to someone else’s idea of what is or isn’t to be a man—that’s exclusively your business. A woman certainly cannot tell you how to be something she has never experienced it herself. So her notion of what to be a man, of course, is from a gynocentric perspective. And a man who tries to coach you on “how to be a man,” most likely doesn’t have a solid and valid frame of reference worth two cents. Ask him where his idea of “how to be a man” comes from. What’s his model? Chances are that his idea of what is to be a man is just a big load of convoluted horse-shit; which usually revolves around of being a subservient to gynocentrism. Just make sure you are a productive and responsible man in society, but that responsibility must also include your own self-interest, and make sure you’ve got your shit together. DO NOT seek external validation and approval. Self-validation and self-approval are grater and what actually matters. Always remember that we don’t have to prove our manhood and its realness to anyone—particularly on another individual’s command.  Anyone who tells you to “be a man” you give him/her the middle finger.