B.R. Merrick walks us across the bridge that spans the gulf between men and women, noticing the cracks and conflict stressed supports along the way. And he shows us weak portions, stressed by the weight of unrealistic expectation.
How often does the critic suffer the sometimes heartless and savage nature of critique? Not often enough, for sure. It is a wrong seldom corrected, which makes us love Merrick all the more.
The formula for Hollywood success is easy. Find really evil women, and tell their story in a way that makes them heroic. It sometimes works the reverse in politics.
Voting rights, or lack of them, are the quintessential piece of prima facie evidence of women’s oppression in the west. Feminists jingle them like a bloody set of chains. For B.R. Merrick, the sound has become empty and annoying.
It is amazing what you can learn from history when you actually make it a point to study it. Just as it is amazing what you can do to distort it with ideology and political groupthink. B.R. Merrick weighs in on history and oppression.
Is art a video game imitating life? Do you put your bitch on a collar and/or smack her around? How about a stun gun to teach her a few manners, and her place in life. B.R. Merrick takes this game to the next level.
Somehow, some way, B.R. Merrick has taken an issue we have recently beaten into the ground and breathed into it, new life, and we think, new meaning.
“I am witness to what will happen with the end of men, and it ain’t pretty. If men end, so does the civilization upon which I have come to rely, and of which I have grown quite fond.” So says AVfM contributor B.R. Merrick.
If I was a woman, I’d feel unsafe around male colleagues if the contention that I had a 1 in 3 chance of being raped was true. It isn’t, and it is apparently being repeated ad infinitum et nauseam around the Internet.
We’re not going anywhere pleasant from here, folks. Just take a look at what transpired in England a few months after this album’s release. Angry Harry put one word underneath it: feminism. I find myself in agreement.
A little follow-up anecdote for “Boys Alone.”
Fewer men are teaching boys how to be boys, and it seems that even fewer men are interested in teaching young men how to enter in.
Part I eviscerated a movie that spent a great deal of its time eviscerating any shred of manhood left in our culture. Part II is a celebration of some spark of manliness left.