Married to the 4B Movement

“You’re a man hater.”

Oh no, how horrifying.

Yeah, every great woman in history was called a misandrist. Every major female historical figure worth remembering has been called one. You think Olympe de Gouges wasn’t called a man hater?

You really believe there is a future where women would be living in harmonious equality with males who hated them? I don’t think so.

Marriage doesn’t fix it. Sex doesn’t fix it. Compromise doesn’t fix it. Males don’t become better when you give more. They get worse.

When males marry you, they let themselves go. They collapse into the couch and absorb your time like a sponge. Trad propaganda tells you to settle. Marry a man with a Bible verse in his bio and everything will be fine. No, it won’t. He will still be a controlling prick. He will rule your life until you die of exhaustion in the nest he demanded you build.

Marriage is a contract to serve. It’s a structure built to protect male comfort at the cost of your power.

You’ll wake up one day ten years older, emotionally flatlined, asking yourself, “Why did I do this? What was I thinking?”

Don’t be that woman.

I am married to the 4B movement and more broadly, the mission of female liberation. That’s where my loyalty lives. I wake up thinking about it. I plan my days around it. I invest in it. I give it my attention because it’s the only thing that gives back.

I couldn’t build what I’m building while carrying some needy, sulking man on my back, begging for validation and sending texts about how he feels like his love language of physical touch isn’t being respected because I don’t suck his dick every night.

So if you’re a woman who wants to build, protect your focus. Males will not walk beside you. They will demand to be carried. They will resent you for moving too far ahead. They will punish you for staying sharp when they’ve dulled themselves to a husk.

People say, “I won’t respect her until she’s married.” Then keep your respect. I’m not trading my life for your approval. I’m not squeezing out kids and showing off a man just to earn a nod from people who will then call me used up if my man breaks up with me.