Chivalry Is Dead

Thank God.
Chivalry is the bastard child of a badly compromised church and Germanic tribal orneriness. It bore little resemblance to Christian manhood in Scripture, though the church used a lot of Bible verses to back it up.
No one should have to give you lessons, guys. There are times you really should be an ass. Sometimes you won’t be able to explain it, but consistent with what makes a man manly is sometimes he unapologetically plays rough with people’s feelings. How you go about it is an art form. You have to sense spiritually when it’s necessary, why it’s necessary. It may seem at the time you are cruel for sport, but that’s simply how you fend off criticism. Especially you use it to fend of culturally based false criticism.
Some of the greatest acts of manhood have no explanation at all. Sure, we could take a stab at it, but we would seldom get to the heart of the matter. So playing the asshole is sometimes the only way to face the whiny critiques of Post-Modern Feminism. We make no pretense to chivalry; we have a mission. If someone gets hurt, they were probably ignoring some warning.
Don’t apologize when you are right. Spend some time alone with yourself and find out when and where some of those crazy things in your head are right, even if you have no idea why. If you get too much lip, just blow it off until whomever is lipping is ready to hear the awesome truth about this broken false “reality.”
Bury it. Stop pretending it matters. Chivalry was wrong when it was born, and has never gotten anything right since then.