They must’ve added red pill to the coffee?

I was returning home from a fast visit to Mexico City this past Friday. Into D.F. at noon Thursday, out of D.F. at noon on Friday.

Connecting through Houston is my most efficient route. I can be on the ground in Mexico City five hours from leaving home. Similar on the return.

In Houston, after a crush at passport control (and more self loathing for my ongoing procrastination about getting Global Entry) I managed to walk up to my departure gate for home just as boarding was starting.

I’m a nobody with this airline because they have only two gates and a few destinations served from my home airport. Sadly* I am a big cheese on the major carrier that serves my city. (*I travel less now, but still too much).

This is a tiny plane and a short trip and I had a window seat near the rear. There was a couple walking down the aisle in front of me. Maybe 75 years old +/-. He has the demeanor of a college professor or maybe an Episcopalian minister. He smiled genuinely, acted in overt kindness, was aware of others, unlike 80% of people today, and wasted no time stowing things and sitting in seat 20A. That seat is alone on the right side of this small regional jet.

The wife was turned out as if she were attending a debutante ball for herself. She was dressed as if she was the age where that could happen. Bleached hair cut to young. Massive foundation make up and what seemed like black sharpie drawn circles around the eyes, seen peering through tip-o-the-trend  eyeglasses, and the requisite tight jeans and too young trendy footwear.

After the man sat in 20A, she sat in 20C (aisle across from her husbands) I noted my seat was 20D, the window beside th wife, so I mentioned to the husband that Id gladly switch in any way they wanted so they could sit side by side. He smiled and was starting to position himself to stand up while he said thank yo, when the wife’s voice drowned him out.

I turned to look at her and she , while staring at him, said, “Yes thanks but he is…he can’t….he , well….he will need to get up and down a lot so thanks though but he can stay there. She totally spoke for the man. Plus she made no effort to speak quietly when she all but announced to several rows of passengers……”My husband suffers urinary incontinence”

He just stared straight ahead. The kindness in his face was shrouded by another emotion. He looked futile, resigned to something he once could say he disliked but now its so normal he just forges ahead. I thought about the way most of the western world sees marriage and men and women relating. The way most men and women see men behaving badly and woman saintly servants. I then thought about how red pill awareness clarifies things  and I knew that what I saw on that mans face was the steadfast  long-suffering  that far more men than women choose to endure rather than divorce. Its in the numbers, and this man could be a advert. Tragically even he most likely would reject everything I am saying in defense of his queen wife.

As the last passengers were boarding  young woman behind us was struggling with a baby and the need to stow a bag overhead. The woman beside me turned into the aisle and hear head was on a swivel. She began speaking to no one in particular….”someone needs to help her….she ….the bag….here…hold on a sec….” Her husband started to get up. He would be delighted to help and it was obvious he wanted to be the one.

She rescued him again, “No, no one of those guys…..hey!, excuse me, can you stand up and help that girl please”. She was running a squad of men it seemed, in that mother hen   I-gotta-watch-so-they-do-it-the-way-I- would-do-it  way.

You know how helpful women are.

The flight is 1 hr 15 minutes. I had one beer, then a coffee, and I mildly seethed. I read my book and watched the clear view out the window. And the man never stirred from his seat. Not once.

When we landed, as we parked the plane and started standing and shuffling into position,  an opportunity  and a compulsion hit me at once. The could and I had gate checked bags to collect in the jet way. Few others did (which is rare). So as they got their bags and I got my bag I made eye contact and the man , not surprisingly, thanked me for offering the seat swap and that it was thoughtful of me.

I smiled at him and said it was no problem and that Id hope someone would offer me and my wife the option to sit together when we travel.

Then I looked at the wife and I said, “and my wife would let me completely respond to the offer…hopefully next time you will let your husband decide on the offer and speak his choice for himself and to decide for himself if he wants to get up and assist someone without you reprimanding him. ”

I added, “it was very disrespectful especially with so many others hearing all of it.” I looked back to the man, only him, and wished him a nice evening and a blessed Christmas.

It felt good. It felt right even.

 

 

 

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6 thoughts on “They must’ve added red pill to the coffee?

  1. @Ton

    legit actions my man

    also another one of the stores tradcons have to counter if they want men to marry

    Fear not, for the tradcons would be prepared for a litany of reason why he is the author of her disrespect and dismay, for he is unfailingly the true deficient one in that partnership, the loser.

  2. I love being MGTOW!!!
    I struggle with what God says about not divorcing. I know marriage is an example of Christ’s relationship to the bride/church and far more important than the temporary life on earth but I can’t help but think what we need is a generation or two of men saying to their fiancees and wives, “if you try to control or disrespect me or the responsibility/authority I’ve been entrusted with, I will display the leadership I’ve been given by very publicly slam dunking you to the curb. And everyone will know why I’m doing what I’m doing.” Kind of harsh in the short term but I think future generations would thank us.
    A lock keeps an honest man honest and a little accountability for woman would go an enormous way toward stopping our culture’s downward trajectory.

  3. Then I looked at the wife and I said, “and my wife would let me completely respond to the offer…hopefully next time you will let your husband decide on the offer and speak his choice for himself and to decide for himself if he wants to get up and assist someone without you reprimanding him. ”

    I added, “it was very disrespectful especially with so many others hearing all of it.” I looked back to the man, only him, and wished him a nice evening and a blessed Christmas.

    It felt good. It felt right even.

    Beautifully executed, brother!

    I have to assume that the only reason that the harridan didn’t scream “how dare you!” in enraged indignation is that she was in a state of shock over someone actually calling her out on her disrespectful behavior. Alas, it would not surprise me if the poor husband eventually caught hell due to her needing someone at whom to vent her spleen and her husband being the only available target.

  4. @ feeriker.

    “Alas, it would not surprise me if the poor husband eventually caught hell due to her needing someone at whom to vent her spleen and her husband being the only available target.”

    Oh, you very well know he did. Somebody had to pay for Empath’s dressing down off the “lady”, and the usual target is the obvious choice.

  5. Yes, well played.

    I can almost guarantee there was a “how DARE you let him talk to your wife that way” moment before they even got out of the terminal. All submissive and defenseless with handkerchief and parasol when it suits her, tight jeans and high maintenance accoutrements and speaking on his behalf the other 99% of the time.

    My wife is big on finding moments when I’m supposed to protect her — and scolding me when I don’t, but I refuse to shield her from the consequences when it is her own foot that has inevitably not only stepped on the rake, but her own hands that placed them all over the yard in the first place.

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