The Nitty-Gritty
Call Me a Misandrist One. More. Time.
What’s eating men nowadays? Me. It’s me.

I learned a new word yesterday. I had to look it up on the world wide web. Apparently, I am a misandrist. That’s what he said anyway. You might know him, that guy on Medium who hates women because they’ve been “given the power” to make men feel small.
misandrist: a person who dislikes, despises, or is strongly prejudiced against men. — Google Dictionary
The one who says that when a woman yells rape, she’ll be believed whether it’s true or not. The one who says that men have come to the point of giving up on women entirely because they aren’t worth the trouble.
The one who led me to learn another word yesterday. That word is incel.
incel: a member of an online community of young men who consider themselves unable to attract women sexually, typically associated with views that are hostile toward women and men who are sexually active. — Google Dictionary
Vocabulary lesson finished.
I’ve never thought of myself as one to resort to cannibalism, but boy am I hungry. So hungry I could eat a whole bear or something of similar size with a bit less heft.
A raw, pustulating pile of entrails is what I could go for if I were a cannibal.
It’s not so much that I’m a cannibal as much as I’m sick and tired of eating second-hand, second-grade food products. I’m malnourished over here.
Years I’ve gone with the flow and drank the off-brand Kool-aid. For years I’ve sat by watching as decadent spreads and bloody, buttery sauces have been waved in front of my face.
Until my teeth ache, I’ve clenched my jaw to keep my hunger pangs from disturbing the status quo.
I’ve had swill poured into my reluctant mouth, only to be told that it was better for me this way. I’ve sat in silence as the pourers stared, waiting for my gratitude for their kindness.
What I could really use is a steak. A big, fatty ribeye or even a sleek, blue filet. One that has fed on the best that the world has had to offer.
Now, where do you suppose can I find a meal like that?
I’m Brett Jenae Tomlin, The Anxious Enthusiast.
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