Cargo Cult, if you don't know what it is, is a phenomenon that occurred post WWII where several uncivilized, native cultures saw their South Pacific invaded by the US (and Japanese) forces who in turn would airdrop and supply these petty but militarily vital islands with supplies. Unaware of what Western Civilization had discovered in terms of flight, physics, chemistry, etc., they thought that the precious cargo was merely a consequence of having things that looked like planes around. Naively, they built plane replicas out of bamboo and other local material in the hopes that would bring the bounty of cargo a superior culture created.
Naturally it did not work.
And neither will Cargo Cult Manospherism.
I know of the rifts and tiffs that have occurred in the past month of the Manosphere. Naturally, there will be disagreements and that is largely why I stay out of them. It's like Lithuania and Latvia arguing over linguistic differences while the USSR is about to invade both. However, at the core of these arguments is something I believe is legitimate and real and needs to be addressed. And that is poseurs vs. real men.
I understand just what an unfair, unforgivable, and disgusting amount of lies and propaganda has been fed to men.
I understand how most western men have had their birthright stolen from them from socialism and feminism.
And I am completely sympathetic to the Herculean task every western man must take on in terms of accepting this harsh reality, reprogramming themselves, changing their life goals, and making the best of what remnant of life they have in an increasingly hostile environment.
I get it.
But in the end, your righteous and well deserved anger HAS TO progress into acceptance and becoming a real man and saying, "OK, what can we feasibly, realistically, and most efficiently do about it? What is the best possible outcome of this newly-brought-to-my-attention situation?"
It is here the men separate from the boys and we have genuine Manospherians versus Cargo Cult Manospherism.
The real men accept reality of life and move on. Yes, there is some element of the 6 stages of grief, but they get over it, accept it and move on. They start working out instead of trying to further refine their "nice guy personality." They sacrifice their diet, eating what they need to, not what they'd like. They work harder at their jobs, while at the same time start a company on the side. They stop sitting in front of the TV, they put down the video game controller, they stop doing what has been easy, and they take this new-found knowledge, work hard, sacrifice, and achieve something of importance, relevance and worth.
The Cargo Cult, however, finds value, definition, and meaning in the Manosphere itself, never taking the important lessons it's uncovered and applying said lessons to improve their lives. That takes took much effort.
Lift heavy metal objects in a mind-numbing state to increase muscle mass?
That's too boring.
Sacrifice my free time to lay the groundwork for a future company that will grant me true freedom and success in the future?
That's too hard.
Go up to multiple girls and get shot down so you develop a tough skin as well as aptitude to approach women?
My feelings might get hurt.
No, it's much better, much easier, and much too tempting to merely to cheer on what is being said on the internet, living vicariously through a shocking few real men, and say,
"YEAH!! YEAH!!!! WOMEN SUCK!!!!"
"YEAH!!! YEAH!!! THAT'S HOW I GET GIRLS!!!!"
"YEAH!!! YEAH!!! THAT'S HOW I"D TELL MY BOSS TO FUCK OFF!!!!!"
In the end, Cargo Cult Manospherism is nothing more than Monday morning quarter-backing. It's keyboard jockeying. It's criticizing military moves in a war you're comfortably watching from your home, 4,000 miles away on CNN. It's just being a professor or academian studying the industry that would never employ you.
Another Manosphere author said it best (and I don't remember who so could somebody please let me know so I may give due credit),
"The Manosphere is not a church, it's a gym."
Or as I like to say,
"The Manosphere is a trade school, not a university."
And that is the truth.
This is not some religion you follow to have your sins forgiven.
This is not some therapist's office where you talk about your feelings and they say it's your parents' fault.
And this is not some pontificating, bloviating Ivy Tower hiring aging hippie baby boomers to spew leftist fucktarded rubbish.
This is a place where misled, disadvantaged, and otherwise crippled men come to find explanation, sanity, clarity, and truth, but above all else the tools needed to make the best of what remains of their remnant sole life on this planet.
You can sit behind a keyboard and be a bloviating professor or get your asses shot down, doing the hard work like the rest of us like real soldiers: