Normally, I don’t think too much about a pissed-off men’s rights activists. They’re usually nothing like active anyway. Sometimes, however, I make an exception.
I am a men’s rights activist. I advocate for more equitable custody laws that don’t just assume the mother has primary custody, without a court ever hearing anything from both parents. I advocate for men stepping out of the traditional, archetypal gender constructs that are killing us – literally killing us. I advocate for the social sciences to recognize that men and women are different (how could we not be in a culture that shoves this down our throats and kicks us in the ass for diverging) and are therefore likely to express and experience mental illness differently. I advocate for a cultural revolution, or evolution that brings us to the place where all of us – men and women, are embraced and supported by our peers for being who we are, who we want to be, what we are, regardless of who and what that might be, assuming we aren’t trying to undermine and oppress others.
I find the idea that I might be accused of being a pussy-whipped lapdog for the matriarchy not only laughable, but more than a little ironic. I have a dirty little secret in regards to my feminism: I am actually rather selfish and malecentric about the whole thing.
DuWayne is not happy about people using the MRA label who aren’t doing anything for men, and he’s on a righteous rant about it. As usual, when DuWayne is ranting, he’s well worth reading. Go to it.