The Red Pill antidote: daughters

RA #102: Of chance encounters with bears and men in forests

Have you seen a weird new meme about a bear come across your feeds? Perhaps a bear chasing a woman through the woods? Or maybe five bears standing behind a seated woman with a mischievous grin on her face? Most of the readers of this ‘Stack are normal people with at least somewhat healthy lives and hobbies, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you hadn’t.

It took me several days to get it, but I think it goes like this: If you, as a woman, had a choice between meeting a random man in the woods, or a bear, which would you choose? The CLEAR winner for the vast majority of women is “the bear.”

Because, you know, all men are more dangerous than those predatory, carnivorous, conscience-free monsters.

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(Possibly related: I noticed that HBO Max now has one of my favorite movies, The Edge. That’s about a billionaire (Anthony Hopkins) and associates who crash-land in an Alaskan lake and have to survive a man-killing bear.)

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The resulting “debate” has men and women (trigger warning) thrusting and parrying ridiculous gotcha-style arguments that do nothing but ensure they hate each other substantially more by the end of the weekend. The viciousness spit at each other is so vile and bitter I won’t repeat any of it here. I’m able to brush off most of it, but it’s like Chernobyl: you don’t have to stand in the reaction chamber to get cancer. A couple miles downwind will suffice.

I was able to log off and detox from it though. I had a birthday party to plan for a little woman who is as far from radioactive gender wars as the east is from the west.