WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU! Andrew Tate, Christopher from Gilmore Girls and Therapy


Andrew Tate went to therapy! Don't laugh. Really. Okay, he had one two-hour session with the guy who played Rory's deadbeat, feckless father, Christopher on Gilmore Girls, who now claims to be a therapist with a CV that seems...a wee bit dubious at first glance. But, hey, it is a start, right? Maybe Christopher can redeem himself in real life, and maybe this actor transcends education and professional experience with an uncanny ability to understand people and profound psychological concepts that can reach deep into Andrew's supremely fucked up mind. He flew all the way to Romania! So this was some serious stuff, right? I was curious and wanted to write about it, so I watched it. Could anyone possibly get through to a revolting egomaniacal he-beast like Tate? 

David Sutcliffe (Christopher) is a Canadian never-was who says he gave up acting to become a life coach or therapist or something, so he is 110 percent qualified to tackle someone as emotionally crippled as Andrew Tate. Sure he is. This  A-list actor gave up a smoking-hot, award-winning career to become a highly sought-after skilled clinician just so he could heal the hearts and minds of incels and malignant man-baby misogynists one broken male at a time. Yes, David/Christopher turned his back on Hollywood and set off into the sunset to a stellar higher-learning institution without looking back. And he was serious, too, because he grew a wild-looking wilderness survivalist Unabomber beard. 

Instead of a traditional approach, Mr. Sutcliffe OBE chose to attend the extremely competitive, highly esteemed Radical Aliveness Institute and is a Certified Core Energetics Practitioner! Um, okay. I had never heard of it, so I did a little research with an open mind that quickly slammed shut as I scanned the website. This ludicrous program reads like some broke down psychotic hippie wannabe cult leader dropped loads of acid for a month and concocted some theories that they scribbled on an entire roll of toilet paper while wearing a tie-dye yoga bodysuit. He would have been better off at Chalupa Tamale Nacho U in Tijuana's Red Light District, where maybe, he could have possibly learned something useful. It really exists, people. If there can be a Radical Whatever Institute, why can't there be a Mexican night school for hookers?

Woo woo, loopy loop, psychotherapy cult BS or not, you would think David/Christopher would possess a little desire to be a good human being and maybe have some wisdom and understanding of some parts of the human condition. You would think he held some beliefs that would challenge Andrew Tate's narcissistic personality and self-aggrandizement. Unfortunately, that would be a massive Hell No. This session should have been called one asshole misogynist getting "therapy" by a bigger asshole misogynist so toxic even Andrew seemed a bit astonished at the things this guy said. Can you imagine that? What kind of degenerate would someone have to be to make Andrew Tate look like the reasonable man in the room


Sutcliffe is an unabashed fawning fan of Tate, and though he pretends to probe, he also supports his fucked up views of men and women. He even refers to him as a misunderstood, slandered victim, as if he is the wronged party in his scandals. Big old bad society is just out to destroy Andrew because we don't want to accept the truth about male superiority and dominance. At times, it gets uncomfortably and weirdly intimate, like David/Christopher might hump Tate's leg, and I had no idea where this shitshow was heading. Tate didn't break character for the most part, and if he started acting like a human being with feelings, he would "man up" and go right back to being a revolting heap of garbage. Though he almost admitted once that his father might have been a bit abusive.

Listening to Andrew's pressured speech in his barking hybrid British/American accent declaring his competitive superiority is like watching a reality show you hope is secretly like the Blair Witch Project. No real human being could possibly be that absurdly lacking in cognition and critical thinking skills to such a mind-numbing degree; surely, he is trolling the universe. I used to think that he was, and maybe in the beginning, he was spewing for shock value. Now, though, he believes his own hype and is raking in millions, convincing weak-minded basement dwellers that he can show them how to be real men. Tate always behaves like he is selling his persona on QVC while trying to persuade us that he's not worthless, pathetic, scared, unlovable, or vile, yet every word he barks reveals he is all of those things.  

Andrew and Tristan Tate arrest in Romania.

Andrew couldn't choose a woman or a man who would challenge him or make him defend his abhorrent actions, such as trafficking and abusing women; instead, he chose a man who doesn't believe women should even be able to vote. His choice is a washed-up, has-been insurrectionist supporter and follower of the disgraced 45th president of the United States. The last thing the world needs is another rotten knuckle dragger, verbal horking, mentally impotent man, especially one who is cosplaying as an actual therapist to give his dickless views legitimacy. David/Christopher's hatred towards women is so disgusting the other actors from Gilmore Girls have distanced themselves from him.

During this farce, Andrew blusters. Andrew postures. He absurdly declares he doesn't believe in depression, and for him, it is not an option because he is so mentally strong. Some people who believe this block off their access to their depression and scramble around medicating in some way to cope and prove to the world they are exceptional and mighty like they are the perfect human machine. 

Eventually, though, they come slamming down to the concrete jungle with the rest of us or go through life angry or blaming everything and everyone around them. People like this often come off as arrogant, narcissistic, and insufferable when really they are covering up a vast sea of low self-esteem. It doesn't mean we have to feel sorry for this chest-beating pontificating asshole. I know I don't. He does harm to other people, and his childhood pain is of no genuine interest to me. Tate's mental and emotional walls are iron solid, and if I ever armchair-diagnosed anyone as a true Cluster B Narcissist (I hate the overuse of this, but sometimes...), it would be him.

Because the internet has become saturated with Tate followers and incels for the last decade or more, I can almost spot a Tate/Men's Rights/Manosphere type from what the women in their lives say about other women and our roles in society. They have swallowed this whole worldview and internalized it to justify being with these guys, though it is here I will note that David/Christopher was married for a very brief time in the early 2000s. Since then, he has been able to find his ideal younger woman who would accept her place and not question his superiority. Who is this woman, and why in the hell would she want him? He offers nothing of value that any self-loving woman would find remotely attractive. 

Sociologists believe all of this is a symptom of society's changing mores and that we are living in the twilight of toxic masculinity, and its demise is causing this death rattle battle cry from men who can't accept this fate. I am thrilled to witness this and hope this means a better world for my sons and daughters, where equality is simply a fact of life. I hope one day, people will look back and shake their heads at these lunatics and wonder how we ever tolerated them. Progress will happen, it always does, no matter how hard they kick and scream. They can puff up their chests and denigrate women all they want, but when the tables turn, and they have to deal with women head-on, their bravado will disappear, and this era will fade and become nothing more than an unpleasant historical footnote. 

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