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. ==