Mike Norton

I'm a U.S. military veteran, entrepreneur, husband, and father who spent 20 years traveling the world and has spent much of his life trying to understand what makes people, families, and civilizations endure by understanding myself as I self-actualize. I care deeply about the civilization my children will inherit as I build a legacy for them from the ashes of a tragic history, because they will have to live with whatever my generation preserves, improves, neglects, or destroys. Much of what I build and write comes from that sense of duty. Social media is merely where I share fragments of my mind as I build my family empire. You'll want to read my Substack because it gives you words for things you've felt but couldn't explain, as well as a place to think deeply about love, family, sex, race, identity, pain, parenting, relationships, and human nature, especially as they relate to Western civilization. This is where I slow down, go deeper, and make the philosophy personal. Click here to begin the journey into my mind: nortonsmind.substack.com/p/t…

An intelligent woman isn't intimidating. The man is just unprepared.

When I saw this, I took no offense whatsoever. It struck me, however, because it was just a few hours ago that I published a post celebrating my wife and how I've retired her into a true trad wife archetype. One of my proudest accomplishments as a family man. So, I feel sorry for these women. And I am not saying that from a passive-aggressive modality of superiority. ...no, I mean I truly, from the bottom of my heart, feel sorry for them. I've never been in a relationship with a black woman, so these women have never experienced men like me, and I have never experienced them. 🤷‍♂️ A white woman just called me a unicorn among black men not just a few weeks ago. I was *designed* by and for European women, genetically and socially. Down to even the *pheromones* I release. The development of my very voice box. I have no shame in saying that I belong to them, because I literally and matrimonially *do*. I am not saying I am attractive to all white women (of course not), but the ones who do like me...*really* like me (like my wife). Without even realizing it, I came off as unapproachable and untouchable to the black girls in my high school. I come off that way even now. Yet, they would objectively benefit from men like me overall, in a soft eugenic sense. In high school, I didn't even *realize* I was on some black women's radars until the senior high school yearbook signings...when several left some tear-jerking letters of admiration for me. They felt like they could never compete with the white and Asian women around me; so, they just admired from afar. Silently. And those black women, in turn, were merely background noise to me. They really were. It was not that they harmed me and I hated them; it was that they never even got the *chance* to harm me. They weren't even a synapse that fired in my brain. These black women are indirectly calling for the genocide of their own race. And the sad part is, that in the same way men cannot disrespect women at scale without implicitly disrespecting themselves, for what are women but the daughters of men... ...women cannot disrespect men at scale without implicitly disrespecting themselves, for what are men but the sons of women? Thus, the failings of black men that black women rant about are merely a reflection of their failures as mothers, and vice versa. I was not mothered by black women. Black women were never truly the women of my village. So, you'll *never* see me disrespect such women who gave birth to me and kept me safe while I grew in the way that these black women do their own sons; you'll *never* see me call for the eradication of white women. I *owe* white women; I would *never* wish them harm. You'd *never* see me raise my hand to one. Abandon one (my wife, in this case) if pregnant, and so forth. I serve them, as their loyal and dutiful son. ...so, you can imagine how bizarre statements like these seem to me. The experiences that black women often report about black men are downright alien to me.

A woman's intelligence is something she brings to the table, not a flaw for a man to manage.

Being smart is not the same as being difficult. Only an insecure man confuses the two.

My wife is coming to terms with being a traditional homemaker now. She has spent her life working. A classic Slavic beauty with a slender, petite, feminine frame, yet with the classic, post-Soviet, rough-and-tough farmer mentality. Physically, she is closer to a Barbie; mentally and emotionally, she is closer to a soldier, one who does not suffer fools gladly. She is a true-bred Latvian/Russian who grew up on a Latvian farm. And, as a living descendant of the Soviet era, she has a generationally tougher and stoic mentality that is rare in modern Western women. She was a child when it happened, but she is, in fact, old enough to remember seeing the fall of the USSR with her own eyes. She is a few years older than me; yet, you'd think from our dynamics that I was the eldest in the house. I often make her *seem* much younger than me in key contexts. Physically she is shorter than I am. She doesn't get emotional with anyone but me. She looks up to me, and when I speak...she sincerely listens. With that cultural mentality in mind, she has spent her life not merely working but always going above and beyond to be the sharpest person in any room, able to intellectually crush anyone who opposes her, always feeling judged by men in any given workplace. She has always carried heavy emotional armor. Yet, with me, she loved me enough to invest her entire life savings into my first company (the very aforementioned marketing firm that puts food on our table this very day), that I combined with my own life savings and GI Bill stipend to bootstrap. This is why it's taken a long time to build our marketing firm; yet, we own 100% of it. We answer to no one. That said, officially, I have been the sole breadwinner of our family for the past ten years; yet, she has played an integral background role helping me to build our family marketing firm, a role that she often doesn't get enough credit for, because people don't generally see her the way they see me...by her own choice. Today, she came to me and asked how I felt about her having essentially retired under my household leadership: It's dawned on her that she is officially a "trad wife" now, a real one, free to just focus on the children. She doesn't even have to help me with my entrepreneurial ideas anymore; I am completely independent of her in this way. Her investment has more than paid off. She chose well. And by a "real" trad wife, I mean someone who doesn't have a social media presence, because those are almost always contradictory and unfaithful thirst traps. In contrast, she deliberately keeps a low profile online, such as having taken my last name legally but making her social media accounts under a different name as an added layer of social protection from people bothering her. Yet, you do see her floating around in the comments of this page here and there. If you didn't know who she was, you'd miss her. She's been breastfeeding and pregnant for the past twelve years, back-to-back. She has a garden where she grows vegetables we actually eat. In fact, we just ate some of her potatoes just last week (Delicious and healthy! The most trustworthy of food, raised with love in Spain's climate that we won't get from a grocery store.) And I had to reassure her: There is nothing wrong with this picture. I told her that she is not useless. Far from it. That's just the scarring of her old Soviet generational programming. Her own trauma. And I write this post to celebrate her. We're *both* healing, and these idyllic family circumstances are foreign to *both* of us.

A man who's threatened by a woman's mind was never going to be safe for her heart in the first place.

Love is not measured by how good it feels, but by what you are willing to endure for the people you love.

You never have to dim your intelligence to make a man comfortable. The right one won't ask you to.

A woman's mind is not a phase she's going to grow out of. It's who she is. For better or worse.

A woman isn't too smart for a good man. She's too smart for the wrong one.

I can’t stand dudes like this. They’re not edgy. They’re not cool. They’re not masculine. ….They’re just dumb. Let me tell you why this way of thinking is fucking retarded. Any man who would care about his legacy, and thus children, is going to want an intelligent woman. Not a mindless, thirsty, bimbo. That’s not about feminism; that’s about the genes your children will inherit, and what advantages they will gain from having intelligent parents. You could hypothetically be the most chauvinistic dude in the world. You could flat-out openly hate women, view them as sub-human, and only want to use them as breeding vessels for sons… …and *still* acknowledge that breeding with an intelligent woman is genetically beneficial, and thus rationally preferential, to the very sons he would view as so superior. What rational emperor would want a stupid empress? You’d be *asking* for your empire to fall within a single generation, because stupid women (if not self-destructive enough on their own) produce stupid children… …and those stupid children would be your heirs. Intelligent women have *never* bothered me or made me feel insecure. In fact, I *relax* around intelligent women because they’re most likely to *understand* me, and simply because a woman may have the intellectual power to harm does not mean that she actually would. An intelligent woman can recognise and appreciate elements of my character that would go way over the head of any given bimbo. It’s really only intelligent women (like my wife) who can recognise that value, see through to my true heart and intentions, and *being seen* is what helps me relax. A stupid woman, however? Unpredictable. Trouble-prone and troublemaking. Game playing. She’ll mistake good elements of character with bad ones. She’ll think green flags are red flags or “icks”. My stress levels soar when I am around stupid women. I can’t suffer them around me. And I *certainly* can’t suffer idiotic dudes, either.

Real leaders take the risk first, so the people behind them never have to.