Directed by (and also starring), Louis Theroux—Netflix’s newest documentary “Inside The Manosphere” is a tame, surface-level look into the lives of 4 internet influecers—HSTikkyTokky, Sneako, Myron Gaines and Justin Waller—who’ve amassed fortunes through kindergaten level “girls have cooties” content for young men who’ve been bludgeon by life, looking for someone to blame.
The “red pill”-ers proclaim they are teaching their audiences to “escape the Matrix”—abandoning an exploitive, unfulfilling workforce—to hustle, becoming their own bosses—these influencers frequently surrounding themselves with luxury goods and blonde models as proof of concept.
But it doesn’t take long to realize these influencers never escaped the Matrix, but instead, dedicated their entire lives to a sillier, more dangerous Matrix.
Early in the doc, we meet two red pill superfans. One of the sycophants claims the manosphere content saved his life—freeing him from poverty, to lead him where he is today. The doc pans out to him and his friend recording themselves working out on the beach.
America does have a problem: wealth centralizing at the top, corporations making record profits while wages remain stagnant, social and financial mobilization completely stymied, most Americans working two jobs to make ends meet.
And the solution provided by these manosphere influencers seems to be “just live stream your life 24/7”.
The alpha males who’ve discovered the secret to avoiding a life of slave-like dependency on the system are complete and total slaves to a different system: the algorithm.
Their incomes are entirely dependent on views and likes and reach and attention—leading them to chase virality at all costs, naturally transforming them into loudmouth shockjocks attaching themselves to whatever unpopular, controversial opinions produce the greatest view count—which is often just misogyny.
All 4 of these men turn into televangelists, preaching the good word about the sins of women—understanding their audiences of frustrated young boys with undeveloped frontal lobes will devour their message as gospel.
They vomit up middle school bus-ride-to-school level insight like women shouldn’t vote or all women are whores looking for money. They’re always defining women’s “value”.
While I’m chillin, watching the Knicks battle the Pacers, these influencers are battling demons, overwhelmed with hate, always directed at the one girl who was mean to them in Elementary school—never fully recovering from her saying “boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider. Girls go to college to get more knowledge”.
If the initial premise is “here, take my hand, I’ll help you escape the Matrix,” then you can imply they are targeting men who aren’t quite doing well in life—the type of men who have time to watch livestreams all day—the type of men with dating troubles.
These red pill influencers typically start with good, solid advice—”get up early, make your bed, go to the gym, take care of yourself”—but instead of giving these young men the social tools to navigate the dating world—developing a sense of humor, not taking yourself to seriously, dressing nicely/appriopriately, getting into/understanding women’s interest so you are capable of having a conversation about things they may like—these manosphere freaks just shit on women, all dating failures fall of the their feet.
The incentives are clear—these inflammatory, derogatory comments against women make the numbers go up.
It’s like a cheat code for the shameless.
And once you reach a certain level of clout, you are trapped—camera in your face from the moment you awake, demanding you spew more disrespectful garbage to the applause of losers and don’t-know-better’s.
At one point in the doc, Myron Gaines, safe in his home studio, comfy in his castle, talks with Louis Theroux, realizing he’s gone a total of 10 seconds without performative prejudice, tells Louis, with his girlfriend by his side, that he wants multiple wives—much to his girlfriend’s surprise.
When his girlfriend expresses her weariness to the idea of being a sister wife, fairly, Myron changes personas, ordering her to go clean another room—just in case anyone forgot who the man in the relationship is.
SoooooOoo cool.
(Let’s see if I can find a clip of this shit)
🚨 Myron Gaines assures Louis Theroux that his girlfriend is fine with one-way monogamy, and him having multiple wives.
How it started vs how it’s going… pic.twitter.com/4CGBlggFuz
— Gadget (@Gadget440) March 11, 2026
A cute girlfriend who (temporarily) puts up with his infidelity.
A little cut dog.
A home and a family.
And he lit it on fire to maintain his mask as this ultra masculine super cool guy who dominates the opposite gender.
We meet Justin Waller’s wife and kids.
Beautiful family.
Nice home.
And every time he gets his hands on a podcast mic, he brags about all of his girlfriends while he pretends to smoke his symbolic “I’m totally a man” cigars.
Waller is a self-proclaimed child of Andrew Tate—a criminal credibly accused of rape and sex trafficking—as Waller and Tate often share their best tips on how to groom and manipulate women.
Justin Waller is a conservative man with a wonderful family, cosplaying as Mr. SexMaster General.
Here’s a random girl on a podcast where the male hosts invite OnlyFans models on to attack them for their lifestyles—much like Myron Gaines’s business model—directly calling out Justin Waller for his weird nonsense:
An all-time classic clip 💀
When Justin Waller lost his mind at a woman on the Whatever podcast…
and insisted he’s “not triggered.” pic.twitter.com/VTUASZqwKU— Gadget (@Gadget440) October 21, 2025
Why don’t you just go home with your family, man?
HSTikkyTokky proclaims a disgust in sex workers, repulsed by them, while constantly surrounding himself with them—including a purchase of an agency that runs OnlyFans accounts.
He created an OnlyFans content house where he takes a cut of their profits.
He exploits these women for attention and money.
At no point in the time Louis Theroux spends with HS does it seem like the kid enjoys his profession.
He seems to spend all of his time with a camera in his mug, tap dancing for tips—at night, harassing women on the street for content and sometimes teaming up with his numskull friend Ed—the pair pretending to be teenage girls online so they can entrap hypothetical pedophiles into, publicly streamed and monetized assbeatings.
Escape the Matrix but also record yourself jumping weirdos. Hopefully, you get some new paid subscriptions—you’ll need them for your inevitable legal fees.
Like, it’s cool HS doesn’t work at Walmart, or whatever, and he makes more money than I do, sure—but what’s even the point if you must constantly annoy, enrage, insult and inflame for dollars?
All of these men traffic in anti-Semitic conspiracies—they convince young men that “feminism” is the reason no one wants to touch their little wee wees—mouthpieces for the Trump administration, begging to attach themselves to the most talked about man in the country, endorsing his disgusting anti-immigration and racist campaigns.
If “escaping the Matrix” means filming my every move, surrounding myself with beautiful women to berate and belittle, becoming a fucking Nazi for attention, and never being able to enjoy time with my family in fear a fan may see me accidentally treating a woman as my partner and equal— then I’m probably staying in the Matrix.
If you are a young man looking to kill time, try reading the wonderful writing here at Deadseriousness.
I can’t promise to free you from The Matrix—because that’s a movie and not real and I’m not a toddler—but I can momentarily distract you from the horrors of the world instead of forcefeeding you more of it.
Life is hard and it sucks, but I promise you, you do not need to make other people’s lives worse for money.
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