A Boy Is Born

A boy is born.

The first person he meets takes a sharp knife, and hacks off part of his penis. This is the only favour that American society will ever do for the boy: Introduce him to the world with a brutal declaration of its hostile intent.

Third grade

The boy wants to run, play, and wrestle. He wants to compete with other boys, explore, take risks, and get hurt. He wants to test the limits of his young body. He wants to be a boy, but this will not be allowed.

The boy spends the majority of his time in a stale classroom that has been designed by feminist educrats to cater to the needs of young girls. Competition, exploration, and accountability are discouraged. Obedience, order, and effort are elevated as the highest virtues.

The boy is prescribed heavy amphetamines that make him sit still and focus on his busywork. He takes drugs that I, a twenty-nine-year-old man with an interest in biohacking and nootropics, am too cautious to use regularly.

The boy identifies one or more passions which utterly captivate him: books, computers, engines, tools, math, the science of living things – the list goes on. He is permitted a small amount of time to explore these passions, but his new obsessions come second to the finger-painting and scrap-booking activities of his core curriculum.

Eighth grade

The boy discovers girls. He spends the next thirty years obsessed with them. He wants female attention, sex, and love, more than he has ever wanted anything in his life.

When the boy asks his parents and other authority figures how to attract women, he is told to “just be yourself.”  When he points out that all the girls chase after assholes, he is told, “Don’t worry, girls are only like that when they’re young. Nice guys like you will get the girl in the end.”

The boy is inwardly repulsed at the idea of being the ‘nice guy’ and settling down with a thirty-year old woman who has spent her twenties hooking up with the ‘sexy guys’ – but the boy senses that such an idea is so politically incorrect, that expressing it would earn him the hatred of everyone he loves.

The boy is confused. He knows, in a factual sense, that he is a male of the human species. But he has no idea what it means to be a man. His father is either absent or neutered. His pop culture role models are Homer Simpson the doofus; Ray Romano the doormat; Ted Mosby the bitter nice guy.

His teachers begin to school the boy in his culpability, as a white male, for all the world’s problems.

The boy knows he feels attracted to women, but he subconsciously recognizes that heterosexuality is considered boring, uncool, and vaguely immoral, while homosexuality is an easy path to social recognition, encouragement, and a coherent group identity.

The boy decides that life is confusing and ambiguous, and makes his peace with it. He presses on.

Freshman year of college

The boy goes to college, because he is told that’s how you get a good job. He is excited by the opportunity to meet girls who are more intelligent and less shallow than the ones in his high school. The boy takes out a student loan that will eventually grow to six figures.

The boy studies hard, lifts weights, and – acting on the advice he receives from his mother, when he complains to her that he still doesn’t have a girlfriend – he joins a club and an intramural sports team.

The boy is surprised to find that college is a lot like high school. The new cool guys resemble the old ones, and he is not one of them. His coursework is even easier, less practical, and more infused with political correct pablum than it was in high school. Girls continue to ignore him, except for those he helps with their schoolwork.

One girl becomes his ‘best friend.’ She complains to the boy often about the jerks she can’t seem to stop dating.

The boy assumes the girl will be overjoyed when he tells her he is infatuated with her. The boy knows that most girls go after assholes, but this girl is different. She doesn’t want to be with her boyfriend who treats her poorly, she – in her own words – wants to find a nice guy.

The boy makes a grand romantic gesture. He cries for the first time in his adult life.

Senior year

The boy decides that he has had enough. He is nice; he is doing well in school; he is healthy and reasonably good-looking. He doesn’t understand why girls still won’t pay attention to him, but he’s ready to do something about it. He opens his laptop and searches “how to attract women”, “how to meet girls in a bar”, and “why do girls like jerks?”

The boy finds blogs like Thumotic, Heartiste, Roosh, Bold and Determined, Danger and Play, and Krauser. He is horrified. These people are awful, according to everything that he has ever been taught.

But, many of the things that these awful people are writing… they sound accurate. All the men whom he has watched succeed with girls, they seem to be following these blogs’ advice, consciously or not. The boy starts reading.

Several weeks later, the boy tells his friends about his new hobby.

The reaction is volcanic:

“You have got to be kidding me!”

“That is soooo fucked up!”

“Wow. Just Wow.”

“What… the actual… fuck?!?!”

“You can’t actually be reading that shit? They are literally rapists!”

A little voice inside the boy wants to fight back. He wants to shout, “They’re not so bad! They teach men how to Get Healthy, Make Money, Read Great Books, and yeah, they give advice on How To Attract Women that actually works! Why is that so awful?”

But the boy knows: If he doesn’t acquiesce, he will lose everyone that he cares about. He will become a pariah, which is an even worse fate than a sexless ‘beta male’. The boy feels guilty for even using the word ‘beta’ in his thoughts. He apologizes to his friends and makes nice noises about not knowing ‘just how bad those pick-up artists really were.’

The boy graduates

The boy is lucky to get a soul-crushing job that will allow him to pay off 10% of his student loan per year. He goes into even more debt to get a condo and a decent car, because he has been taught that grown women will never sleep with a guy who lives in a shared house and takes the subway to work.

The boy tries online dating and get zero replies to his first 200 messages.

The boy signs up for Tinder and spends a week swiping right on almost everybody, with zero matches.

The boy meets one or two single girls per year through his small social circle, but they always seem to wind up dating assholes they meet in bars.

Something inside the boy snaps

The boy spends his 30th birthday by himself, finishing a bottle of whiskey, staring at a loaded gun, and trying to build up the courage to kill himself. He fails, and hates himself all the more for it.

The boy used to watch romantic comedies and fantasize about finding a cute, quirky girl who would love him and want to build a life together. The boy used to fight back tears, thinking about the girls who rejected him. The boy used to fall asleep clutching one of his pillows, imagining that it was the girlfriend who never seemed to materialize.

But that was the boy, and now we have the man: A cruel, twisted version of what he once was.

The man hates the women who rejected him, and the men who succeeded where he failed. He posts on anti-Red Pill forums such as www.puahate.com, complaining about “jerks” and “players” and “sluts.”

One day, the man tries to sign into the PUA Hate forum and finds that it has been taken offline. The man learns that Elliot Rodger, a bitter virgin who hated pick-up artists and posted frequently on puahate, killed four men and two women in a murderous rampage.

The man understands Rodger, and empathizes with his rage. Like Rodger, the man hates the society that let him down. He cares for nothing and no one. The man keeps his seat on the bus, while elderly women and crippled war veterans stand. Some combination of laziness, cowardice and apathy keep the man from taking the same path Elliot Rodger did. But the man understands why he did what he did. He feels none of the obligation and responsibility that a healthy civilization requires.

Lacking the courage to put a bullet in his brain and be done with it, the man will commit a slower suicide: A lifetime spent eking out ever-diminishing morsels of base pleasure from masturbation, video games, and junk food.

The End

The man dies, forgotten and alone. The boy wanted to be a piece of kindling: igniting from the embers of his predecessors; burning as part of something bigger than itself; and surviving long enough to give light to those coming after him. Instead, the man was a solitary match that caught, burned, and disappeared, all to no effect and little notice.

The boy could have been saved. The tools were there. A few books and a few months of practice were all that stood between him and an active dating life. The boy would have used those tools, if it weren’t for the people who convinced him that wanting to be happy and successful is the worst thing that a man can do.

What is The Red Pill?

The Red Pill is an attempt to rescue the boy.

The Red Pill is a temporary replacement for the missing fathers, role models, and masculine cultural icons – everything the boy needed to become a completely different man.

The Red Pill is an antidote to the anti-male propaganda taught in schools and colleges.

The Red Pill is a movement created by young men to rediscover our natural masculinity, and reconnect with the great minds of our ancestors, from whom we’ve been cut off by a shallow and presentist culture and education system.

At its core, The Red Pill is an attempt to save the broken men of the western world. We are the only community that actually wants men to be successful with women, and in life. We are the only community that puts men’s welfare ahead of political correctness. We are the only community that offers an alternative to spending your life as a slave.

And that is why we are hated.


  1. Tercel says

    Holy. Fucking. Shit. Such an accurate description of my mindset. Without the college part. I had enough experience of that shit in high school.

  2. matt says

    Really well written. I wish I had known this when I was younger.instead, I’m old and alone with little hope of having a family.

  3. Elijah Moses says

    Half decent article however,

    The Red Pill is an attempt to save the broken men of the western world.
    We are the only community that actually wants men to be successful with
    women, and in life.

    Women comes first…then life.
    This is the problem with men.

    The bottom line is jumping through hoops to get female attention. That is the problem. Everything this boy did and everything he based his life and value on was based on female validation. This Red Pill solution does not teach true independence. It is merely a different avenue which leads to the same slaughterhouse as the Blue Pill road. A real man would have overcome and escaped the societal brainwashing that a man’s value is based on female validation. As long as men continue to think themselves worthless without them, they will simply lead the same vacant and bankrupt lives as the blue pill guy.

    • Anon says

      >A real man

      Tons of nope here. Go shame elsewhere. A real man is a human born with a male set of genitals who physically exists in the world. The fact you are sitll using that term shows how little you know.

      Theredpill has a strong message that pussy ain’t shit. But you will never be able to change the fact that men have very strong urges and desires for sex. So theredpill focuses on both self improvement and on how to get as much pussy as possible.

      • Anon says

        I should also add that theredpill teaches that by default women add no value to your life. If they aren’t blowing you daily, paying your rent, cooking you dinner, or helping you network with business clients and partners, the women are useless. To further iterate, you can put a monetary value on sex. A blowjob from a class A (9’s and 10’s) escort/prostitute is about $90 last I checked. An hour of sex is $150-$300. If you’re the type of guy that needs sex daily, and you are picking up women daily without paying, you are saving a lot of money. Telling people they are “bad men” for wanting to have frequent sexual encounters with the opposite sex is fucking retarded. Sure, they are better off learning sciences and inventing shit and making money, that’s why you don’t obsess over the pussy. PUA is a fine hobby to have, as long as it is not the focus of your existence.

  4. Dagonet says

    Awesome post, my friend. This is exactly the type of thing I’d love to share with the world and post on Facebook. Of course, the sentiment you expressed here demonstrates exactly why I can’t do that. A sad state of affairs, but I also believe we are shining a light on what men can be, and restoring hope and balance to our society.

  5. Peter M. says

    This is utterly pathetic and anyone who agrees with it is equally pathetic. Or just incredibly ignorant.

    You don’t think there are girls out there who are treated like shit because they aren’t model material? Get the fuck over yourself. Everyone has problems. Schools aren’t “anti-male”, they are just full of idiotic Liberals who take political correctness to a whole new level—to men and women. It isn’t a target against men and guess what? Feminists are also against women as much as they are against men. If you take the fucking time to sit down and think about it instead of fucking crying over nothing, you will realize that’s true.

    You think schools keep you from being a “boy” while catering to girls? HA! You are delusional! And thanks for generalizing women. Fucking sexist shitbag. Maybe they don’t like you because they can tell you are fucking psychotic.

    But you are right…the world is against men! That’s why they lead the world. Poor men. 🙁

    Also, everyone beware of any person who sympathizes with KILLING PEOPLE because he couldn’t get laid and thus ends up hating women for it. The fuck is wrong with these people? Fucking lunatics.

    • Johnson12 says

      Peter, and others who agree with Peter:

      For many men who are currently between 20 and 40 years old, many values handed down are being seen as a sham. I voted for Obama. I am an atheist. I listen to electronic and indie music. I love good films and TV. Basically, I am a normal guy.

      Unfortunately the truth is that The Red Pill is a reaction against a society that has truly failed to deliver. These days, i find it very hard to respect anyone who has not read and given TRP a fair shake. Obviously you haven’t. If you had, you would see that the majority of Red Pill ideas are completely reasonable and actually, already accepted by most men. They simply make it clear for those who were mislead into believing the world was a “good place,” like The Disney Channel.

      So, next time why not hold off with the derogatory comments. They may make you look cool and witty today, but in ten years or less they’ll just make you look like a conformist moron.

      Just because you think “men lead society” doesn’t mean that men are experiencing a common suffering in today’s society. It really boggles my mind that people continue to so readily laugh at this. Fortunately, there is really no reversing this change. Most people, when they read the core Red Pill ideas, find that there is little to really disagree with. There is nothing all that crazy about it. Anyway, I wish you well.

    • Christopher Jannette says

      Butthurt is strong in early 20s males figuring things out. But murder believe it or not is at an all time low. They hopefully grow out of it if this dysfunctional culture does not emotionally stunt them.

  6. Christopher Jannette says

    If you want to see the damage a lack of positive male role models does to a community I’ll take you three or four blocks east next time I hear gunshots. Or better yet, I’ll show you Japan where I lived for a few years which have men and women living out their own memetric tropes and experiencing a population crash because of it.

  7. Freeman says

    The red pill in all honesty saved me. The men who take the time to dispense this valuable knowledge are saints. If it wasn’t for PUA and the RP which it evolved into id either be hanging out in hell with Elliot Rodger or wasting away in a limbo of porn and booze.

  8. says

    While I agree with the post, The Red Pill is not actually what you claim “at it’s core”. While it helps gain perspective, it focuses way too much on PUA and tricking girls into having sex with you. Like that’s all that’s required to be a man. At the end of the day (or fuck), you’re still the same empty and weak boy. You’ve just got a new drug — Sex.

    No More Mr. Nice Guy, The Rational Male, and several other resources are far greater for men than TRP. TRP is simply, like it’s name, a pill/drug to get a certain result.

  9. says

    “heterosexuality is considered boring, uncool, and vaguely immoral, while homosexuality is an easy path to social recognition, encouragement, and a coherent group identity.” Not sure where you went to school, but even my liberal home state of Connecticut, *nobody* came out in high school.