They equate feminism with the perceived power imbalance in dating, which is disingenuous at best. They also cry like oppressed Chinese dissidents instead of confronting the social institutions that impose unfair expectations on men. Not to say dating as a guy isn't a shitfest. Understandable sentiment, an absolute shitmagnet of a community.
It's an interesting and admirable sentiment at it's core. I equate it to an exclusionary, insular version of "Industrial Society and Its Future" by Kaczynski. And the manifesto and Socialism, it's fundamentally incompatible with core countries enveloped in the global economy without an overhaul of society as a whole. Ethnicity also does not entitle you to anything. Most also subscribe to eugenics 2.0, which is a depressing demonstration of how people can misconstrue research with it right in front of them.
I'm down for some psychedelics. Not so hot on weed. Alcohol is also pretty boring. I really only have to worry about smoking, but we'll see how my chastity goes.
Mostly an old man hobby, with the other quarter consisting of weeaboos in their 30's. As a hobby it's kind of a joke due to the subjectivist squintfests. Discussions always devolve into hopelessly bickering, revolving around amorphous factors like DACs without measurements. Best exemplified by the trite adjectives people use to describe sound, like a vegetative sommelier hooked up to a fax machine. Gets worse as you spend more money. My advice? Buy some HD600/650's and a JDS Atom. Diminishing returns start peaking after that. Vintages can be fun but they're not worth your time if you're a pragmatist.
Another old man hobby. Much more compelling than sneakers imo. Not really into formal oxfords and balmorals, although that might change as I pile on the years. Initially hated split-toes, still iffy about moc toes, boat shoes, and loafers. Really enjoy service boots, hikers, unconventional derbies, and hey, split-toes. I really enjoy roughout leather, pretty much hides creases altogether. The duality of $600 English boots and saggy faded dadjeans in forum pictures is just baffling. There's also a subset of gay men who get sexually aroused to men in leather boots crushing cans. Sweet heaven above.
Picking out kernels in the swillbucket. As it paints across several genres, you have to find what you like. There's vapid to-loveru clones that serve as a hitpiece against mankind, to all the way up. I like slice of life, romance, some narrative stories. I burned out on battle manga when I used to subscribe to shounen jump, I'm over it.
I'm not much of a gamer, strange to say it. I have ~3000 hours on my steam account but I've been cutting back like a chaste Argentinian priest. I need to play more narrative games. I feel like I can't extrapolate further than my go-to nostalgia depositories. Super Bunnyhop and Ross' Game Dungeon make a compelling case for the depth and humanity of games, but I can't get over my hump.
Less expensive than digital, and a bit more participatory. You will need to tinker a fair bit before the guesswork is removed. I find rangefinders to be a bit more quirky and interesting than SLRs, at a cost of being (usually) less practical. A dying hobby unfortunately, film stocks are still being made but the industry needs a vinyl treatment.
Yet another old man's hobby. Start with Seiko 5 and Russian vintages if you're poor as fuck. As a hobby it's very expensive, which is why I got burned out. An odd duality of accessibility that seems to have no ceiling. I like quirky 70's Seikos, 60's Swiss chronos, and Nomos.
Not into cars yet because of my location. I approach it similar to dolls or hard drugs, your wallet is probably better off ignorant.
I remember seeing a guy laying on the street of Ginza, framing a shot of his doll styled on the sidewalk. Reading through magazines like dengeki in my childhood cultivated this rather creepy image of dolls. They're pocketchange sponges that look neither like anime characters or humans, damning its existential purpose. A recent trip to twitter has revealed that a lot has changed in 10 years. The uncanny valley is still present in pockets, but dolls as a whole look good. If I had $2000 to light on fire without a grimace, I'd probably get a doll. The hobby is dominated by older guys, evident by the occasional wrinkly hand-shots uploaded on twitter.