Ron Collins
Aug 9, 2017 · 3 min read

As usual they target education to try to poison the next generation; and as far as I can see it is beginning to work.

As usual, there is plenty of common ground buried beneath piles of obfuscation and argumentativeness for their own sake, on both our parts.

Where I see our thinking beginning to align (knowing it had been all along, alas), is that yes, education by the state weakens manhood, but that as an unintended consequence strengthens matriarchy, when matriarchy already had all the strength it needed. Matriarchy at its best is not a thing to be rebelled against or dismantled as an outrage, and here comes your biology to back me up here.

But matriarchy at its worst, takes many forms, or can.

It can be a domestic tyranny of the single mom who wouldn’t know Karl from Groucho, or Gloria Steinem from glory-hallelujah, but damn sure knows no man is ever gonna boss her around again (other than on her back, but those ones are interchangeable….)

No shortage of those, and it ain’t no campus feminism taught them that, it was advertising, and a life of serial-monogamy in the elder women of a family being set as the example for generations. More likely to find such a gal waitressing at a truck stop, than teaching gender studies.

Or, it can be the women, as Leslie Loftis suggested the other day, who have every bit of a case to make that as she puts it, “no wonder women are exhausted.” Where is the man who learned how to fix her car when he was ten years old? Where is the man who can get through a lapse in his professional career by running a construction site for a few months while he sends out resumes? Where is the man who can interchangeably clean out the gutters or read the kids to sleep, after first fixing the washing machine then doing a load of their play clothes in it?

Some of these gals find such a man, probably a lot more wish they could.

One of the constants in Chicano culture I observed over ten years in New Mexico, was the bossiest, bullyin’-est women I ever saw in my life, wives and mothers all, whose one standing instruction to their menfolk was “Hijo’e’la, cabron, be a man already….” These ladies would accept nothing less, than a man who was openly masculine even to the point of silliness in an Anglo’s eyes; for such a man the ladies would dress up as hot and sexy as they could manage (and most could manage….) to go out, NOT to flirt and entice with other men, but to enjoy knowing that just having Himself beside her was enough that no man would ever dare.

I got to know full well, and quick, the body language and facial expressions of that dynamic: “what the fuck bro, you’re stare-een at my vieja?”

As in, the wise man knows, “in a flash” as they say in Spanglish:

don’t even go there.

And to see a couple like that, yes that man is a powerhouse in his own right. But one step out of line from him, and la vieja (the old lady) tears him limb from limb, before she ever gets physical and probably won’t have to.

And they love it. The men and the women wouldn’t have either of their roles any other way. He can posture and preen all he wants to the guys: “yeah bro, in MY house what I say goes, a-la-verga…”

And Herself down at the salon getting her $400 hair and $200 fake nails done is saying “he might think he’s in charge, but eeeeeee…..” and all the ladies laugh out loud and know exactly what she is talking about.

Coming back to a more Anglocentric culture in the panhandles but one existing side-by-side with a Chicano/Mexicano one, I find I undertsand a lot more what is going on between the sexes than I would have had I not spent those ten years in intensively matriarchal New Mexico watching folks pretend to a patriarchy that never existed but the pretense has its purpose.

Which is why I just laugh at a lot of “gender theory” from the feminists and the MRAs both.

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