The Possible Human

Awakening

Men come to the Men’s Rights Movement in different ways.

For some, it’s a clap of thunder over your house in the dead of night. You are jolted from deep sleep to full consciousness in a heartbeat.

Most of us come to the new reality by a slow process. If you will, jigsaw puzzles in the recesses of your mind.

Time and experiences slowly click a piece at a time into place until the puzzle is complete and you begin to see the undeniable fact of how men are perceived and treated in Western society.

In a dark corner of your mind exists an old black and white television, covered in dust on a shelf next to an old instruction manual for a CD player and a box labeled “Stuff to do later”.

The TV has been there for years. It’s on and nothing much is seen on the screen except snow and flits of images that pass. The sound is turned down because it’s just a low hiss of white noise. You ignore the TV, nothing of interest is on. The wire clothes hanger antenna isn’t picking up much.

Time goes by and life winds its course. Something happens to you at work or in your life that does not seem right. Perhaps you are out with some friends and see a man and woman arguing across the street. She knees him in the testicles and he drops to the ground in pain. All of you exclaim in unison “OOOoooooo” “Ouch!” Someone says: “What did he do to deserve that? The girls in your group giggle and point at the guy doubled over in pain.

There’s an image on the old black and white TV, you glance over at it then look away. A feeling that something is not right about the situation swirls around in your mind, kicking up a bit of dust. You notice the TV set is much closer than it was previously.

*Click* The puzzle has the first piece laid down.

Life continues and the trials and tribulations of your existence move slowly forward. Situations happen to you that have no logical explanation. Maybe your boss promoted a woman in your office to a senior position. The woman is out sick 5 days a month and you have had to pick up her slack for a couple years. The office has become almost all female due to the hiring preferences of your supervisor.

*Click*

The office flirt constantly makes sexual innuendo comments to you, she’s even described her favorite dildo she calls “Big Max”. Sick of this behavior, you report her to your boss. Your boss seems concerned but says you must be misunderstanding the situation. Your boss tells you to get a sense of humor. She’s abrupt and dismissive of your concerns. The complaint you addressed to your supervisor was dismissed as a shortcoming in your character.

*Click* *Click* *Click*

The black and white TV in your mind now has a clear picture and the volume has been turned up. The show called “Your Life” is on. The TV is much closer now. You watch the show for a time, feeling irritated and a bit frustrated. A thought traverses your mind: “Is it like this for other guys? Am I the only one seeing this stuff?”

Work begins to consume your life’s focus. Responsibility and determination are your mantra.

After a long work week a couple pints of beer are in order. Down at the pub there’s a game on and the early evening crowd is just starting to arrive.

A commercial for Demarche Jewelers comes on the television. A handsome couple sits down at a bistro table; the beautiful young woman is showing off her Diamond encrusted tennis bracelet to her obviously jealous girlfriends. A slovenly dressed man sits down next to his supermodel wife. He’s late and needs a shave badly. She looks at her cheap tennis bracelet with one small diamond and gets a look of disgust. She pulls out her pocket book and slaps her slovenly dressed husband across the face with it. The commercial ends with the phrase “Demarche jewelers, when only the best will do. Don’t be that guy”.

“What the hell??” you say out loud. Stasha, the barkeep notices. He walks over “Yah, dats bad stuff. Dem Joolaws use dem blood diamonds from Africa.” The point was missed by a few thousand miles.

*Click* *Click* *Click* * Click* The puzzle is taking shape.

Later on at home that night there is a strange feeling, not good, not right. The “Your Life” show is on but it’s different.

The black and white TV is gone!

There is a 25” color flat screen in its place. The volume is up and clear, the picture is bright and realistic looking. Events of the day and evening scroll by, the Jeweler commercial come up again.

In your mind you shout “What the Fuck!!” as you review the commercial. Agitated and irritated, you go off to bed.

*Click* *Click*

Weeks go by; months go by, perhaps a year or two. The 25” ...