Today is Valentine’s Day. I’ve had the pleasure of informing all my virtual girlfriends that I don’t celebrate the occasion.

A supporter (cp) has sent in these comments in relation to the discussion (video, 59:58) on Matrisensus:

“Having read the premise of ‘Matrisensus’ on Kindle, it would appear very similar to that put forward by William Collins in his excellent 2022 book ‘The Destructivists’ – that when female ‘moral power’ escapes from domesticity into the wider environment, it corrupts every system which men fought so hard to build through competition.

Basically, women have an inbuilt domestic expectation that men provide and women receive. They then take this with them into the workplace (‘quotas’, EEO, AA, ESG, DEI), and see competition and fairness as ‘bullying’, ‘oppression’ and ‘misogyny’.

I’ve a certain amount of experience on this. From 1980 until 2003, I worked as a research chemist. Initially, the labs were entirely innocent of women, and the endeavour was one of science and truth. We all knew what we were doing, and what the expectations were.

Through the 1990s, this began to change. Management wanted to demonstrate their ‘progressive’ credentials to other managers by ticking boxes. The labs slowly filled with women. If those managers (mostly weak) thought that the ladies would do their bidding, they were wrong. The power flowed one way, those women could wind managers round their little fingers. The less discreet amongst them openly boasted about it. As a result, I saw male scientists sacked for ‘bullying’ (= trying to get a day’s work out of female technicians for a day’s pay), and for accusations of ‘sexual harassment’ which could, conveniently, remove rivals for promotion.

There were unwarranted and undeserved promotions of females. This was often followed by further chaos. Her husband wouldn’t be ‘good enough’ for her any longer. The protracted and messy divorces which followed would be accompanied by tears in the lab, and little work done.

There was also a lot of sneaky manipulation. A woman in charge of biodegradation studies kept putting my materials in for the wrong tests, knowing that they’d fail. She had an ulterior motive for this. My molecules threatened her molecule, which was being fast-tracked through the system. Management had spent a lot of money on molecular modelling, and needed a result. She was being spoon-fed through a Company-sponsored PhD to promote a pack of lies, and was so dim that she didn’t even realise she was being used.

Meanwhile, a female technician was fiddling results in favour of a (married) chemist, with whom she was having an affair. She was a single mother. He’d promised her that he’d leave his wife. While they strung one another along, everyone else’s work suffered. It took years for this to come to light.

To cut a very long story short, by 2003 I was having my projects sequestered from me by management, to support this shower. Nor was my wife supportive. “I don’t know what all the fuss is about – you’re still being paid, aren’t you?”

I took a good look around me in 2003. I was supporting five women. Two female ‘scientists’ who had their claws into my work, their two female ‘technician’ hangers-on, and my wife. In a domestic environment, a man is offered sex in return for his work. I certainly didn’t want that from my female ‘colleagues’ (nor was it offered!!). But my wife had now guessed that I was about to quit, and had initiated her own version of the 4B Movement – withdrawal of sex, love, affection, and eventually even conversation, in an attempt to keep me in halter.

I quit anyway. Told her I was selling the house, going back to Scotland, and she could come with me, or try to go it alone. She chose the latter. In all honesty, I was past caring. What did I have to lose, after all?

I think there’s a lesson there for women in general, as they push their weight around in the political and social sphere, expecting men to keep working, to support women in welfare and social advantage, while getting nothing in return. Eventually, we’ve had enough. Eventually, we’ll quit. I’ve never been happier since 2003. Our house was already paid off, I got a job as a postman for ten years, it kept me fit.

There’s something else that feminists would do well to remember. The transfer of resources in domesticity was dependent on them producing a child. Until then, they’ve contributed nothing to ‘pair-bonding’. Personally, being a working class kid with a badly broken nose, I had to get a BSc before women would even look at me. By the time I had a PhD and a good job, I had to beat women off with a shitty stick. You’ve still got to spend all the money in courtship rituals though, while they suss you out as a prospect for peonage.

Those days of free tuition fees and good jobs for men are gone. I wouldn’t have taken on £80k of debt for qualifications. That wouldn’t have improved my chances in today’s dating market. Nor would I be likely to get a job at the end of it, being lacking in the va-jay-jay department.

There’s much more I could say, but will end here for the moment. Happy Valentine’s Day!!!”

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