What Transpires When Women Feel They No Longer Require Men?

Self-destruction may follow the removal of perceived male threats.

Am I truly hurt, or is it something else entirely?

In recent weeks, my emotions might not stem from pain, but rather a sense of pity—pity for women.

That sentiment might reflect a toxic aspect of masculinity, or perhaps it's merely an arrogant viewpoint from an uninformed man. It could also represent a projection of my own self-pity or a diversion from my insecurities.

As a reader, you may never fully grasp the nuances of my feelings. You might judge based solely on your limited understanding of me. At best, you could peruse my previous writings or explore my social media to gain a clearer image of who I truly am.

But would that be sufficient?

We often assume we've accurately diagnosed the behaviors or motivations of various groups based solely on our personal experiences or existing research.

However, our assumptions are frequently misguided and overly critical. No matter how much effort we expend to understand another person, without genuinely engaging with them, can we ever claim to know them?

Is it fair to label me as evil, corrupt, or unworthy of love and connection?

Not really. My willingness to share is limited to what I choose to disclose here. A past partner once described me as “tactically vulnerable,” indicating that while I can be open and honest, I do so only after preparing for significant discussions.

So, you might never truly grasp how vulnerable I really am.

I’ve absorbed countless narratives on Medium, and I genuinely enjoy it. These stories provide me with perspective and create a sense of connection with fellow writers.

Many of the articles I encounter resonate with my interests and curiosities, often touching on topics I feel defensive about. My suggested feed is now dominated by discussions about relationship dynamics and critiques of men.

I often ponder: why is that?

Having consumed a plethora of factual content and authentic accounts detailing the sexism, misogyny, and violence that women face, I've become aware of a troubling trend. It appears that many men today lack the ability to nurture a woman or support her in familial duties.

Consequently, some women have adopted the notion that men are simply no longer necessary. If men are seen as incapable of fostering love, what purpose do they serve in relationships? If men are perceived as harassers or abusers, should they even exist in society?

This is the extent of the prevailing mindset.

Yet I remind myself that the narratives I consume shape my perception of reality. My mind might dismiss contradictory truths from my surroundings and experiences to maintain the belief that “everything is chaotic, women should be revered, and men should feel ashamed for their past actions.”

I refuse to allow this mindset to darken my perspective.

I’m not hurt. I ceased feeling hurt by women’s perceptions of me over a decade ago.

Optimism:

Women didn’t desire me due to my immaturity, emotional detachment, victim mentality, lack of self-control, and my 5'3" height—factors that can change except for my height.

This presents a hidden blessing in disguise.

Within every perceived flaw lies the clarity to identify those who will genuinely appreciate you. For instance, many women (justifiably) may shy away from dating shorter men. Therefore, I take comfort in knowing that the women I attract will value my character and heart over my stature.

What I truly feel is regret…

• I regret that we have allowed ourselves to consume media that reinforces a singular narrative.
• I regret that instead of fostering resilience and vulnerability, we erect walls and broadcast our grievances from a distance.
• I regret that we often harbor animosity on social platforms, which spills over into our personal lives, leading us to believe it’s the truth.
• I regret that we tend to focus on the negatives in our surroundings, overlooking the positive experiences that beckon us from beyond our comfort zones.
• I regret that we have narrowed our perspectives, assuming every challenge has two sides and that anyone opposing us is inherently wrong or evil.
• I regret that we prioritize hostility over love and curiosity, fixating on identifying enemies instead of fostering connection.

“To know your Enemy, you must become your Enemy.” — Sun Tzu

Many of us believe we understand our enemies, but I have strong doubts about that. It’s part of my nature to question.

As our world becomes increasingly digital, we lose the depth that comes from face-to-face interactions and the wisdom those encounters provide.

We are crafting adversaries while simultaneously diminishing our real-world experiences.

Coincidence?

Men possess flaws; they always have. I have many.

I won’t deny them or downplay their significance.

However, what I will assert is this: to every woman who has crafted a narrative against men—against all men—based solely on personal experiences and claims of wisdom, I say… please reconsider.

Women are not infallible. They are not devoid of flaws, arrogance, or entitlement. They can also exhibit resentment, malice, and violence.

Yet I refuse to construct a case against women as a gender. Nor do I ever wish to.

I once played the role of the white knight, a co-dependent figure, a “simp” if you will. It has taken me years to develop a sound mind that isn’t desperately drawn to women.

As healthy individuals striving for fulfilling lives, we should not feel a necessity for relationships, though we may desire them. I empathize with the heterosexual women who struggle to trust men enough to embrace such connections.

If men are as many women claim, why do I still seek self-improvement?

It’s because I’ve recognized a powerful truth: I no longer seek validation from women to feel deserving of love.

The most profound realization I’ve had is that the more I invest in personal growth, cultivate my passions, and nurture self-love, the more I can genuinely love those around me, including women.

I haven’t dedicated years to self-improvement without purpose. I’ve focused on enhancing my emotional awareness, fostering kindness, compassion, and understanding, while remaining steadfast, confident, and self-respecting.

And I didn’t do it for women; I did it for myself and for the few women I genuinely want in my life.

Certain women may passionately voice their criticisms of men—of all men—due to their negative experiences. They are free to do so for as long as they wish.

But they are mistaken.

Regardless of the evidence, the statistics, or the media portrayals.

Why?

Because the gender conflict often overlooks the diversity inherent in that flawed dichotomy.

I stand as evidence of this, as do countless other men. We will not strive to win over those who harbor animosity toward us. Instead, we will move on and forge connections with those who trust themselves and share our values.

I cherish women and always will, but only those willing to reciprocate that affection.

So, what might the world look like without men?

That’s a question I can’t definitively answer.

To the women convinced that a world devoid of men would be better:

What will you become in their absence?

What will intimacy look like for you?

In times of conflict, who will you turn to for support?

When chaos reigns, what will restore order?

What happens when the equilibrium of society shifts too drastically due to the absence of men?

When the feminine essence loses its direction, where will the masculine presence be to guide it?

When your perceived enemies vanish, who will you then blame or seek to eliminate?

If men are truly as detrimental as you claim, how splendid could the world really become?

I hope it’s as magnificent as you envision.

Yet, perhaps men aren’t as terrible as your narratives suggest.

Perhaps the emotions you express are fueling a distorted story you share with the world.

Maybe your feelings toward men aren’t as intense as you believe, and perhaps you don’t genuinely wish for their extinction.

This is my challenge to you:

If you can look inward and set aside your emotional responses; if you can, for a moment, recognize that your experiences don’t represent all women; if you can remember that you embody love and compassion and are the essence of life itself—can you truly and wholeheartedly commit to the eradication of men?

To the men reading this:

Don’t buy into the narratives designed to undermine you. Resist allowing external opinions to distort your self-image. Don’t let societal pressures or toxic feminism push you into a corner, making you despise yourself or your gender.

To the women reading this:

I hope you can discern the reality of what men and women represent. I hope you recognize that skewed depictions do not reflect the majority. I hope you see that many men are capable, kind, and strong. Your love and femininity are the very essence that tempers the storms within men, reminding them of empathy and tenderness. You are our counterparts.

I hope you understand that as soon as men are erased, you may turn against yourselves…

This world is chaotic, yet my love for both men and women remains steadfast.

Embrace trust and love, my friends.

Stay rebellious in your thinking.