I'd like to know where the MRAs came from. I remember the "Men's
  Rights" movement as it was in the 80s/90s. I wasn't a part of it
  but it had a certain allure. Sitting in loin cloths around
  campfires revalidating boyhood and all that stuff. Always seemed
  a bit 'much' for my taste but seemed mostly harmless. But
  something happened. The campfires died somewhere along the line.
  I have NO idea where those clowns came from. == I know. It's
  like they're speaking a foreign language to me that just
  resembles English. THEN they castigate ME for not joining them!
  I'm like "Really? You guys are serious? Really? No." == The only
  emotion they have left is bitterness, jealousy, rage, anger,
  frustration and a WHOLE lot of certainty thanks to being a "part
  of something" that validates them. It's nice they have a club.
  I'm all for clubs. But not hate clubs. ==

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