It seems like the manosphere grows daily, with new bloggers starting up their own contributions to our exponentially expanding and evolving community. It's beautiful to behold. One such new entrant to our fringes of teh interwebz is a commenter I first encountered over at Dalrock's, who goes by the moniker Rock Throwing Peasant. His blog, Feet and Knees Together, appears to be developing a niche that heretofore has been relatively unexplored in these parts: "red pill" parenting.
Reading his posts about taking the red pill and how it applies to raising his sons inspired me to get off my ass and write something for the Spearhead again (it's been awhile). Pay a visit to Rock Throwing Peasants blog and give him some comments and support, he's got some good stuff.
Then please head on over to The Spearhead and see my first attempt at how discovering the red pill has influenced my own journey into this thing called Parenthood. It starts with a favorite recollection by the late, great Hall of Fame baseball player, Harmon Killebrew:
My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would
come out and say, “You’re tearing up the grass.” “We’re not raising
grass,” Dad would reply. “We’re raising boys.”