Under Patriarchy

Misogyny is a necessary tool.It is not incidental. It is not accidental. It is engineered—baked into the operating system of control.Patriarchy cannot function without it, because women must be kept in place to maintain the illusion that the men above them are in control.But those men are not in control. They are in service.And what are they serving? A god made of scarcity, shame, and silence.

Misandry is a reaction to that tool.It is not the reverse. It is not the equal opposite.It is the sound a soul makes when it has been carved up too many times by fathers who forgot how to feel, brothers who never learned to stop, lovers who mistook possession for care.Misandry is grief with its teeth bared.It doesn’t organize systems. It resists them.It is what grows in the soil after generations of being told to love the very people policing your breath.

Men control women as a coping mechanismfor the control they themselves cannot name.They are taught to subdue the feminine not because it is weak, but because it mirrors what they were forced to lose.Their softness. Their vulnerability. Their original, unweaponized self.So they dominate what they fear inside themselves.And they call that masculinity.

But it is not manhood.It is exile, dressed up as authority.It is a funeral rite, repeated daily, disguised as tradition.