@Lionsmane8 Look, the rules surrounding what's racist, what's hypocritical, what's politically correct, and what's politically incorrect are really, really complicated. But from what I can tell, a central factor seems to be the size of one's nose.
@Goingthedistance Actually, you're right, and everyone here is wrong. We should all learn to be more vigilant when it comes to simps and stuff, get ourselves more worked up and ragy. Especially when we're partying, socialising, and trying to have fun. I mean, that's all fun and games, but who's keeping an eye on the simp?
You've changed my mind. And it's a good thing you did, cause I (coincidentally) have a work party this weekend. The others have made me their designated driver, which means I'll be mentally sharp for some quality simp watching. If I find one, I'm going to be watching him like a hawk, and make sure m'ladies are alright too.
I'm picturing a human zoo made by aliens, where they keep us in giant glass cages. As the alien visitors approach, all the men come rushing towards the glass, shouting over eachother: "Advice, advice, advice, take my advice!"
"Ah, yes", the zoo keeper says. "Here we have the males of the species. In addition to feeding and clothing them, and regularly letting them fornicate with the females, we also make sure to listen to their advice at least twice per day. It seems to bring them a lot of joy and happiness."
Seems to me us men have a tendency to morph into advice animals with age. Not that there's anything wrong or unnatural with wanting to pass stuff on, but we do become parodies of ourselves at times - especially when there's a lot of ego investment in having one's advice taken.
The manosphere can basically be summed up as:
"Get two pieces of advice, get one for free!"
"Can I offer you some advice? No? Well, have some anyways."
"Special Christmas sale on advice!"
"No, don't take his advice. Take my advice. I have the best advice in town".
Nothing makes a man happier than handing out advice. Sex, food, advice.