It’s a Man’s World: The Convenience of Avoidance. The Opportunity for Destruction.

Built on brute force, borrowed brilliance, and the blood of women.

They say it’s a man’s world, and for the longest time, it was.
Built on brute force, borrowed brilliance, and the blood of women. A world where men could play kings, plant chaos, and still be handed crowns for simply showing up. But what they never tell you is how manhood itself was designed to be a fast pass to the exit, not the burden of staying.

I saw a TikTok recently where a man asked a woman, “Do you think men are privileged?”
She didn’t flinch “Yes.”
He pressed: “Privileged to die before women?”
She looked him dead in the face and said, “That’s the only privilege we get. That they go first.”

Whew.

It hit me like a generational scream in a silent room.

Because what she said wasn’t sarcasm. It was gospel.
We don’t mourn them because they were great. We mourn them because they left us holding the wreckage.
The privilege of manhood was never just power, it was absence.
Absence in parenting. Absence in partnership. Absence in emotional depth, spiritual accountability, and community responsibility.

They showed up for the spotlight.
They disappeared in the struggle.
And when the house burned down, we were still inside, cleaning up ashes, raising the babies, and building what they broke.

And then they had the audacity to call it “leadership.”

Let’s talk about the real receipts, the part they never show in their red pill reels or barbershop debates.

You want to know where the real "die alone" epidemic is?
Visit a nursing home.
Walk through the men’s wing.
Ask the nurses, mostly women, who wipes their asses, who holds their hands at night, who listens to their regrets between sobs and failing lungs.

The answer?

No one.

The same men who laughed through life, ghosted their families, and ran game on every woman who dared to love them, now die in silence.
No sons visit. No daughters trust them. No wives remain.

And here's the twist of the knife:
Many of those men outlived their usefulness to patriarchy, and now they are simply… discarded.
Used by the very system they helped uphold.

Meanwhile, the women they left behind?
They're still out here, organizing families, healing trauma, showing up for grandkids, and holding entire bloodlines together like braided rope.
They did the work. And they still carry the weight.

But they told us we’d die alone.

Absenteeism wasn't an accident, it was a strategy.
Men were taught to dip out before the diaper stage, the therapy bills, the emotional unspooling of a child becoming whole.
Fathers who became phantoms.
Husbands who became housemates.
Boys who never evolved into anything more than emotional tourists.

And they called that manhood.

They called silence strength. They called absence wisdom. They called destruction “the natural order.”

But we see now.
We see how many women were left to bury the man and the damage.
To sit across from nurses explaining the medical history of a man who didn’t even stay long enough to give her a decent goodbye.

We’re not just talking about personal pain. We’re talking about a systemic inheritance of male avoidance disguised as divine design.

Generational Legacy, The Inheritance of Absence

They didn’t just leave us the debt of unpaid child support, or the echoes of doors slammed behind them.
They left us legacies of avoidance wrapped in manmade myths.
Legacies passed down like dusty suits in plastic dry cleaner bags: stiff, ill-fitting, and soaked in denial.

They called it "manhood."

But what they were really handing down was the inherited permission to abandon, to destroy, and to exit before consequence ever found the door.

And it’s generational.
Your granddaddy had a second family.
Your daddy had secrets.
Your brother’s “working late.”
And now your son is watching, absorbing, learning what it means to disappear while still standing in the room.

This is the blueprint: Be there just long enough to be remembered, but never long enough to be responsible.

And yet, it was us, the women, who got the lectures.
“Don’t be bitter.”
“Don’t keep him from his kids.”
“Don’t raise your voice.”
“Don’t scare him away.”

Scare him away from what, exactly?
A mirror? A legacy? Himself?

We have been the rebuilding generation over and over and OVER again.
Cleaning up after men who were never equipped to build anything that could last longer than their youth.
They had the freedom to fumble. We had the burden to forgive.

But not anymore.

We’re not in the era of silent suffering.
We’re not keeping their secrets.
We’re not honoring a system that never honored us.

The curse stops here.
The generational spell of “he’s just a man” ends with us.

It’s a man’s world, sure.
But they only built it for girls, not women.
Because girls haven’t yet learned to say no with their whole chest.
Girls are easier to praise and discard.
Girls will play along in exchange for crumbs of attention and the illusion of love.

But a woman?
A woman will make you confront yourself.
And most men would rather die than do that.

That’s why they leave early.
That’s why they lie often.
That’s why they fear solitude but choose it anyway.
Because in the end, it was never about love, it was about leverage.

So yes, it’s a man’s world.
But women are the ones left standing in the ashes,
remembering, rebuilding, and refusing to forget.

Let the mic fall into the casket.
Let the silence speak for what they left behind.
We outlived the lie.