The male mantis approaches a potential mate very carefully. This is understandable as the female mantis has a tendency to bite off the head of the copulating male. Many spiders do the same: the much larger and aggressive females are prone to devour the male before, during and after mating. A notorious example of this trait is found with the infamous Black Widow spider. Sexual Cannibalism is common among insects and arachnids, in fact, the ultimate simp in the animal kingdom, the male Red Back jumping spider, who is doomed to die after procreation anyway, will somersault, landing on his back, directly in front of the female’s mouth and 65% of the time, she will eat him. It seems logical for males to retreat after sex; it is the most dangerous time in their lives. Human females lament that their partners’ hastily exit after doing the deed, perhaps the human male, like his eight-legged counterpart, instinctively understands the perils of facing the post-copulatory female and, therefore, men need not feel guilty for leaving after sex.
The anglerfish is a truly hideous creature and would feel at home in a H.P. Lovecraft story. It lurks at ocean depths where not even light can penetrate. Its leathery skin and bulbous shape is ugly and its gigantic mouth a horror to behold. It uses a light emitting appendage (made of bacteria) to lure unsuspecting prey, leading them on with subterfuge into the jaws of death. Not surprisingly, these creatures are female. The male of this order, lophiiformes, is without a doubt the saddest creature of Earth. Its life cycle is a fate worse than death and reminds us of the consumptive nature of females. The male is tiny compared to his behemothian counterpart and is unable to feed independently. His entire life consists of finding a mate or starving. Once he locates the monstrous female, there is no courtship, no dance, no elaborate mating ritual; the male is unceremoniously absorbed into the female when he bites her flesh and releases an enzyme which digests his mouth and fuses his blood vessels into hers:
“The male becomes dependent on the female host for survival by receiving nutrients via their shared circulatory system, and provides sperm to the female in return. After fusing, males increase in volume and become much larger relative to free-living males of the species. They live and remain reproductively functional as long as the female lives, and can take part in multiple spawnings. This extreme sexual dimorphism ensures, when the female is ready to spawn, she has a mate immediately available. Multiple males can be incorporated into a single individual female with up to eight males in some species […]“
His body atrophies and becomes an unrecognizable lump: a living sperm sack for the female. Would a man drained by child-support to the point of homelessness or suicide not be apt to commiserate with the angler? Should we not analogize this consumption as an example of male disposability and the soul-crushing nature of women who dangle the luminous bait that men want to see only to suck the joy and life thereout as they clearly sit in the drivers seat parading their emaciated man-pet from their purse? The repugnant visage of the female anglerfish can be seen as the true face of womankind; beware the dangle, gentlemen.
The lowly dung beetle has the worst job in the animal kingdom. It is an important and necessary job but thankless none the less. And why does he put himself through it? This scarab scrambles among hundreds of others to secure his very own digested cake of cattle cud for the sole purpose of giving it to the female dung beetle. She needs it as a resources in which to lay her eggs. Unable or unwilling to do it herself, the males compete to collect brown gold as a bride-price and so desperate for reproduction are some, that they will attack the industrious and steal the fruit of their labor. The male struggles to shape the poo into a large sphere which he then pushes forward with his hind legs, blindly trudging along. If the female is impressed, she will sit atop it and allow him to push her all the way to a suitable mating site. The male shoulders the burden of the unproductive female while fighting off brigands and usurpers trying to steal his shitball. The female will show support by sitting back and letting the better man win: hypergamy in nature. Even when it comes to excrement, the very waste of organisms, one must toil to acquire more than one’s peers in order to earn female approval.
These poor animals are only carrying out their genetic orders; nature has handed them a raw deal. Tradcons philosophize this as a man’s imperative in life; it is his duty, they claim. MGTOW claim that just because Mother Nature is gynocentric, that does not mean men are condemned to go quietly into that good night. Like Prometheus, our greatest advancements come from disobedience; we do not need to self-destruct like the red back spider because we are Men endowed with consciousness able to recognize our own existence and understand our surroundings. We can make the quantum leap away from instinct and towards new life.
MGTOW is one small step for Men and one giant leap for Mankind.