This should be national anthem of the Manosphere. It’s Barry Manilow, who — HEY DON’T SCROLL PAST! — who made a fortune knocking off Rachmaninoff to sappy lyrics and do-gooder memes, but the songs, O MAN the songs, and they get better (if tiresome still) listening as a no-kidding grown-up. From his album Even Now, which I played to death as a kid, this is Starting Again.
(Link removed — please search YT for “Barry Manilow Starting Again”)
So why the “manosphere”? Well, there’s a bunch of men who are (to put it in a particular vernacular) exploring social issues and individual development of men in this society as-is, with some comparison to how it used to be, and importantly, in comparison also to male nature. Men are not women who don;t know how to share their feelings — Men are men and that’s the way men are — it is right and good to shut up and carry on. Obviously I wish to remain in good scientific territory, so I hasten to point out the whole overlapping bell curve system of interlocking caveats. So without any more mealy-mouthism, I’ll just say that this song reflects to the younger MGTOW crowd that man’s discoveries about woman are not recent — it is man’s discoveries about man (as opposed to woman) which are the “forgotten thing” so seductive as a story hook.
In the song, the woman’s betrayal (let us take it as that) is an issue between two people, yet it also serves as a data point in a larger narrative about female hypergamy and male beta-orbiting. I won’t hold the nature of males or females against either group. Clarity is the missing element, we used to have it, and it is being rediscovered in fits and starts.
It helps when preparing ground for a new idea to point out that it isn’t even new. In the case of socialist utopia, it helps expose the idea as futile, childish, and fatal. In the case of men and women not being the same, it helps expose the idea as a time-tested lost understanding.
Hit those high notes, you commie fruitcake!