Stop the Idiocracy: Vulnerability: perhaps the single most damning reality of living as a man in this ungrateful and impossible world

Monday, March 2, 2026

Vulnerability: perhaps the single most damning reality of living as a man in this ungrateful and impossible world

A stylised, vintage pin-up illustration depicts five glamorous women in lingerie gathered in a cluttered artist’s studio, laughing and sharing gossip. Two brunettes and three blondes, all with carefully waved hair, bright lipstick, and jewellery, pose in playful groups: one woman leans in to whisper to a redhead in a satin slip, while another sits forward in a black corset and stockings, head thrown back in laughter, holding a wine glass. At the left, a blonde reclines on a table beside scattered sketches, paintbrushes, and a palette; a glass of red wine sits nearby and another appears spilled. In the background, an easel holds a nude painting, with additional figure studies pinned to the wall beneath a hanging lamp’s warm glow.

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You women and girls, by and large, are repelled by men who display vulnerability – who admit to fear, or confess to the raw desolation that attends desperation. It is simple biology, dating back to the Stone Age. Yet it is also biology that men, when reduced to their most human extremity, are hardwired to seek comfort and solace from women in precisely such moments. To whom else, in practice, are we expected to turn? Who are the first to comfort us upon entering this world? Biology.

Society, taken as a whole, continues to instruct men that they must swallow everything: bear pain without complaint; transmute anguish into stoicism; and do it all with a happy face, as though suffering were a private eccentricity best concealed for the comfort of others. As if suffering is a virtue. How sick. I hope it is understood by all reading this – women, men, and third parties alike – that we men are caught in an eternal Catch-22 in the realm of feeling and attachment: we are told to be emotionally available, yet punished for emotional need; urged towards honesty, yet tacitly sanctioned only so long as that honesty never becomes inconvenient. It makes living as a man on this planet really, really f**king s**tty – and these are not caveman times; we should be evolving. Instead, given the way everything is going in the world at large, we are heading back towards the caves – though I digress. I shall, mercifully, be dead for that. Still, it would be nice to have a little love back in my life before it all crashes down, and not let biology and ancient prejudices get in the way of anything. #JustSaying