Sounds like Fight Club and The Boiler Room meets Glengarry Glen Ross, so I get the appeal. Sure, it’s a scam, but so is paying $60K a year to “earn” a degree in “communications” or film studies from a name school, and don’t get me started on the idiots who think the WEF is a legitimate organization devoted to the environment and the U.N. is concerned with peace. Hustlers come in many guises. Caveat emptor.
I suspect it has something to do with the fact that he is an alpha male who says whatever he wants, whenever he wants, on whatever platform he wants (even on Twitter, despite having his primary account banned). Many of the men who follow him are desperate, lonely, confused, scared and sex-starved. They’re not exactly incels, but they’re not exactly studs either. They are the type of people who create subreddits to praise Andrew Tate: The G, The GOAT, The King. They see Tate as an exorcist of sorts, a man capable of purging the countless demons from their shell-like souls, someone with the power to rescue them from their miserable lives.
I too once fell into the whole manosphere thing, which Tate (that’s what we call him) is a prominent member of. The author nails it when he describes the sort of people who look up to him. I certainly was exactly what he describes.
There is a lot of good that the manosphere taught me, including Tate himself I must add. There is also a lot of bad that I learned from them which I have since rectified through working on myself. People like Tate do teach you some valuable lessons about dating, relationships, women, and life in general. The other, nasty stuff that you learn from them is quite extreme. The best word that describes it is narcissism.
Overall, I must say I am glad I bumped into the whole thing. It improved my life in more ways than school or society has ever done. The negatives that came along with it were things I got rid of as I matured. Most young men who go through that “Redpill rage” phase eventually grow out of it. They keep those lessons that are valid and discard everything else that borders on the extreme.
The only reason we end up in that swamp with its sleazy characters like Tate is that our fathers, grandfathers, uncles, schools, society, etc. failed us. Nobody ever took the time to explain to us what life was really like. They gave us candy and participation trophies instead. And taught us all sorts of nonsense that the readers of this site are very familiar with. Those guys simply served us the cold, hard truth which we all knew deep down in our hearts but couldn’t bring ourselves to face.
Thanks for sharing your experience, Malvin. Was your father in your life? Would you say that the men you met through the Tate experience were missing normal relationships with theirs? If you become a father yourself, have you learned anything of value from your experiences, both positive and negative? I’d really like to know more. Maybe UnHerd would publish a full piece as a follow-up to this article.
A full piece on the men who follow Tate would be useful.
very useful piece of real life thanks Malvin – esp the ‘failed us ‘ that many will recognize….
Thank you for sharing. I grew up with a drug addict father and countless other ways I felt society failed me. In my day the Tates were different but it fulfilled the same perceived need. When people criticize Tate or others like him and call their followers incels etc. The better critique is to ask how do these guys get such big followings? But that would require a level of self analysis and admitting societal decay most do not want to embark on.
You really have to do a deep dive on modern femininity and its persistent victimhood complex to understand Tate and his followers. Men cheerlead for him because he stands up for them in the battle of the sexes, which – largely – most of these men do not want.
Reality TV was the handmaiden of the influencer phenomenon in many ways.
Agree. Faux “reality” shows groom the public to fall for all sorts of cons, amongst which are some distressingly malign political mythologies. Tate, at least, though unutterably vulgar, provides the onlooker with amusement. Don’t think Dean Swift would even have bothered to lampoon him, though.
The 18 year old son of a close friend got involved with this guy. It has all the hallmarks of a cult. Essentially, he is running a pyramid selling scheme but attempting to give it some legitimacy by claiming the participants can make money copywriting. The 18 year old had been brainwashed into believing that a great fortune awaited him around the corner and that his parents and other people who were losers would try to stop him achieving his dream. He spent hours every day trying to find new recruits for the scheme thinking he was actually selling a service. When I pointed out to him that he knew f**k all about copywriting and that, anyway, it needed to be done as part of a wider marketing effort, he showed me one of the “training” videos. In it, a guy who gave no full name nor credentials spouted drivel about being all you can be, etc.
He is an intelligent young man but the promises of sports cars and women had completely mind raped him. It took me a couple of hours of sense talking to get him off it.
“You can always judge a man not by his friends, but by the quality of his enemies”
In fairness to Mr Tate, he has gamed the social media algorithms very well and is undeniably funny and interesting. His University most likely is a bit of a scam but as he likes to point out you can pay 49 dollars a month to learn entrepreneurship from millionaires or pay 100k to go collage.
Who doesn’t secretly love the shortcut, the hack? He appeals to the gambler in all of us. For nearly all of us, though, the thoughts of quickie solutions, like kinky sex ideas, will remain in the fantasy realm. For those who go so far as paying to “magic them real”, (as a toddler of my acquaintance recently proposed about a picture of an ice cream cone) it may work for a tiny few, but that’s because they have bought Dumbo’s Feather — an actuator for what was already in them. Experience is a dear school, but a fool will have no other.
What a perfectly ghastly little man….
What an awful person.
It makes you realise how many incels are out there.