Men are physically stronger than women

... This is not a "harmful stereotype." Unless you're nuts.

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And now we come to the bad news, which is that the internet continues to drive people completely insane.

For example, after putting away the leftovers on Thanksgiving day, I was killing time on Twitter when I saw a man asking women what they were thankful for about men.

I posted this innocuous response, citing easy-to-find and commonly accepted scientific data, as well as my own experiences with them men I love, who love me back:

On Friday, I woke up to a long, angry e-mail from a subscriber to this newsletter.

I’m not going to put anyone on the spot, so let’s just call this person Amy.

Amy wrote to tell me that she was canceling her subscription, and cited the tweet above. She told me I was “spreading harmful stereotypes” about male physical strength and spatial acuity.

When I politely sent her the science on the topic, including the two articles linked in the paragraph above, she became even angrier.

I’m not going to list all of the things I was called, but “pick-me” was one of them, as was “scientifically illiterate” - apparently because a very small group of specific women can sometimes outperform a specific group of men or whatever (honestly reading her entire screed was causing me a headache), the basic facts that are plainly in front of us and have always been in front of us can safely be ignored.

And if you don’t ignore the facts in front of you, you’re a traitor to womankind.

She was especially upset about superior male strength, writing to tell me that I clearly see women as having “less value.” She said she would block me. I guess she did block me.

So, for the record - all of this is batshit nuts.

Yet I see this kind of craziness pop up regularly.

At some point during our culture wars, it simply became uncool to point out obvious differences between the sexes if you consider yourself progressive.

It’s the reason why well-meaning liberal men have told me, with a straight face, that I “don’t need to own a gun” and certainly “don’t need to train” on how to safely use a gun, or on how to act in a situation wherein I might need a gun (especially since in many such situations, a woman’s gun can be used against her… we have to be prepared to shoot if we draw on someone, it’s an unfortunate fact of life), as even though I deal with regular threats and even doxxing, I could still probably “kick a dude’s ass.”

It’s the reason why women are shown performing superhero feats in action movies and even serious dramas (think The Last of Us, for example) and people then turn around and apply this staple of art and entertainment to real life. (I like watching a good ass-kicking on screen as much as anyone, I’m just not delusional enough to think that stunts are real life)

Male strength in particular almost like a weird taboo. So let’s unpack it.

Superior male strength doesn’t mean that women are less valuable than men

I don’t know why I need to point this out in the year 2025, but I guess I do.

There are certainly bitter men out there (not to mention women with personality disorders) who believe this, but why they should set the standards for normal people?

Having carried a baby to term and given birth to it, I don’t consider myself weak by any standard. It takes vast reserves of strength to create human life, as well as to nurture it, and most women have the ability. Whether you choose to exercise this ability is also irrelevant to the argument - nature gifted us with the means to do something that’s both really hard and really cool. We should be proud of having this opportunity instead of thinking it demeans us.

Having overcome extreme adversity, including extreme violence, to lead a productive life full of happy moments, I especially don’t consider myself weak. If we only measure strength by who can lend a better punch, we’re miss out on how wonderful adaptive and resilient human beings can be.

The people I endured violence from have not led good lives. Most violent criminals and abusers have something missing inside - vast swathes of data confirm this. In fact, we have data that shows that murderers’ brains are often broken. Here’s a handy illustration from the study cited here:

So yeah, I don’t really think that the teenage kid who nearly killed me when I was a little girl is somehow a better and more valuable human being because he could wrap his hands around my throat and lift me off the floor. I think that’s crazy people logic.

In fact, all of these dumb conversations about which sex has more “value” are completely irrelevant to most people’s lived experiences. It’s an internet talking point useful for rage bait. Engage with it for too long, and the abyss stares back into you.

It’s good for men to be aware of their physical abilities, and use them in good ways

My teenage son is 6’4” now, and edging toward 6’5”. Even though he still mostly skinny and has his baby face, he is now much stronger than I am. He carries the heavy grocery bags. He wrangles our giant breed puppy when it needs wrangling.

I always tell him that he should use his strength for good. Imagine if I acted aggrieved that my teenage boy can lift more than I can. What kind of message would I be sending him?

People on the internet have gone so insane, that they pathologize male strength instead of recognizing that when used in a positive way, male strength is pretty amazing. Both screechy “progressives” and weirdo “alpha males” do this. The former see male as strength as purely evil threat, and the latter want it to be an evil threat and a means of putting women “in their place.” Again, it’s crazy people logic.

Healthy people want to feel useful, they want to feel like they’re contributing to something. I really like it when I can help someone. I’ve noticed that people like it when they can help me.

Physical strength is one of the ways in which we can help others, and men have a lot of it. When I needed a 300-pound marble table moved to a new location, I asked a strong man to do it for me. He was delighted to help. Nothing about this is “sexist.” If you think it’s “sexist,” you’re bananas.

Male strength is great in bed too. I’m tall for a woman, but even a short king can make me feel smol. Sharing that level of trust with a man you like is really nice.

“Yeah, Natalia, but men can rape!” Yeah, but normal men, in normal circumstances, like it when they’re wanted and desired, instead of the opposite. Letting psychopathic criminals set the standard for how we interact with each other is bizarre, and it’s making us lonelier and unhappier. I think these are obvious points that I’m making, and the fact that I have to make them makes me feel like I’m taking crazy pills.

Again, I am saying all this having survived some awful violence from some awful men. I know these men were aberrant because they represent roughly 1% of the actual men I’ve known throughout my already long and interesting life. Treating a man like an unexploded bomb simply because he is a man - instead of learning to correctly identify real red flags, and act accordingly - is not helpful to anyone.

It’s good for men to be protective of those who are not as strong

“That’s paternalism!” people scream at me.

What? Why?

I guess you can make that argument if you think that being physically smaller and possessing less brute strength than your typical man is a deadly sin. Why the hell should this be a deadly sin? Why should I pathologize myself if I need to seek protection?

Let me tell you a story: This one time, in Bangkok, I was drinking with a bunch of journalists when a man who turned out to be a member of the Russian security services overheard my American accent.

He really, really didn’t like hearing me talk. So he edged closer to me and began saying some truly deranged things. Stuff like, “If you think your American troops will keep you safe here…” and “If you think that anyone can protect you in Bangkok…” It was obvious what he was implying.

This psycho was big and aggressive. He felt the need to intimidate a smaller human being, me, because that’s what creatures like him do.

A friend who was a former hockey player overheard him, saw my face, and immediately put himself between me and the psycho. My friend was bigger, and in better shape, and had seen some shit, so he wasn’t intimidated. They exchanged words. The psycho eventually left me alone, or so I thought.

At the end of the night, as I was walking back to my hotel, the psycho decided to trail after me. My friends trailed after him and eventually overtook him, so he’d have to go through them should he try anything.

I had no idea if he wanted to try anything, he was just pure evil. The kind of evil we’ve seen in torture chambers in Ukraine. I think he derived pleasure from scaring women in particular. You could see it in the way his eyes lit up.

Was my friend the former hockey player sexist? Or was he merely acting like a normal and kind person who saw a girl out of her element, being threatened by a deranged Russian ghoul?

Was I in the wrong for hugging and thanking him after he walked me back to my room, and then checked the room for me just to make sure it was fine, because at that point we had to wonder if the psycho had colleagues trying to stalk me too?

If you have a problem with what my friend did, you’ve led an extraordinarily privileged life. You don’t know shit about fuck, and your opinion doesn’t matter.

I’m sorry if that sounds harsh. I’m tired of pretending that life is an action movie, and the only acceptable way for me to have acted was to roundhouse kick the psycho in the bar to the face when I don’t have the physical ability to do so.

There are many things I am very good at - from reading satellite maps to writing plays - but I know my limitations. Knowing your limitations is a survival skill like any other.

Recognizing another person’s limitations is also a means of being a good human being. There’s a reason I helped a very frail woman when she was trying to get a backpack out from an overhead compartment on a plane the other day and the bag got stuck as she helplessly looked around, embarrassed that she was holding up the line of people trying to get off the place. I didn’t offer to pull the bag out because I look down on her. I did it because we all need help sometimes, goddammit.

In conclusion, people need to chill

Hysterical responses to our basic sex differences can warp policy and leave women and men with feelings of inadequacy. Life is hard enough without any of this stupid bullshit.

The Glorious Normie Restoration will only succeed if we reject the stupid bullshit and learn to live with ourselves, and with each other, and interact in ways that allow us to thrive. We should protect one another. We should take care of one another. Physical strength is just one aspect of the way that we can achieve that - and it’s an important and valuable aspect.

Crazy people will tell you it’s not true. But you shouldn’t base your existence on the opinions of crazy people.