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The Cigar Smoke Of Male Loneliness
A few weeks ago, I was messing around at my local public library and checked out a book by a former goop Content Chief named Elise. It’s about women and the seven deadly sins, and basically how women weave in and out of all seven with both guilt and ambition. It’s a good book. There are parts that are overly-wrought third-wave feminism, but in general, it’s good and interesting and well-sourced. So, I went and found her on Substack, and subscribed (free version, I’m broke) therein, and recently she sent this out on male loneliness:
I don’t know her particular situation or lot in life these days, but she had a high-ranking job with “Gwynnie" for a while, and she has two kids that she’s raising in (I think) Los Angeles and she’s likely in the “right circles” therein. It was interesting to me that she’d even cover this topic, because women in those worlds and arcs tend to almost laugh at male loneliness often, I.e. “Well, that's a man problem.” Yes, married women with children do this too.
