He's not wrong, it's just not the whole picture, which makes it overly pessimistic.

I understand the sentiment, because I used to think like that in my pre red pill days. I was very disillusioned by women; their dumb opinions, their lack of interest in anything outside themselves, their lack of logic, their lack of funnies, and the fact that I'd get sick of them within three months, or when they stopped pretending to be something they weren't.

The problem was, I basically wanted a dude with a vagina. I wanted someone who not only could provide me with great sex and the lubbie dubbies, but who could also blow my mind with their amazing insights and interesting takes, and make me ROFL with a skillful setup of a joke.

This is an issue with having subconscious blue pill ideals. Intellectually, one knows that men and women aren't the same, but emotionally one is still clinging on to some form of "tabula rasa" sentiment.

The problem with that is two-fold: 1) It makes one resentful towards women for not being what they can never be, and 2) it makes one blind and unappreciative to the things that woman actually can bring to the table if they're quality women (still women though).

I remember speaking about this very subject with a mate of mine at the time. He married early (still is) to an extremely basic philippina lady. He's a bit on the spectrum, so naturally has this ability to just cut right through the over-emotional, over-romantical bullshit, and jump straight to the nuts and bolts. He told me he doesn't want to talk about "big things" with his wife, because he's got his male friends for that. "I do this with my wife, and that with my mates".

I thought it sounded empty at the time, but I know now he had it right all along. She took good care of him, was submissive to him, knew how and when to shut up and leave space, and he was by far the most "free man" of all the married people I knew. And he made a conscious effort to keep the two worlds of "wife" and "mates" completely separate.

Me, on the other hand, I still had this sentiment that if a girl couldn't seamlessly fit in with my boys, and make no difference to the general social dynamics, then she wasn't worth keeping around. Stupid and blue pilled. Dudes with vaginas, not going to happen.

TRP actually helped me get out of the anger/disillusionment phase, embrace my misogyny, take responsibility for what my relationships with women look like, ground my feet, and work with reality as it is - and enjoying it for what it is, rather than wishing reality was different.