Once upon a time in Alaska, there lived two men who felt called by God to go live out in a cabin in the woods with their huge families. One was a patriarch in the manosphere mold, one was very much not.
The manospherian patriarch called himself Papa Pilgrim.
He married a teenager who was about 20 years younger than he was.
He had 15 children with her.
He required that wife and children all refer to him as “Lord”.
He did not submit to any male authority, religious or otherwise, assuring his family that his authority was ultimate and needed no constraint.
They lived in the woods on hundreds of acres, the children recording music and touring, the entire family developing impressive homesteading and survival skills as well.
As time went on, despite those skills, the family could not make it through the harsh Alaskan winters reliably, so the manospherian patriarch had his family go spend a particularly harsh winter with another very large family (nine children). I may have left a couple of things out. Nothing that would be considered bad in the manosphere of course.
As it turns out, the manospherian patriarch ended up in jail because the practical patriarch heading the family of nine felt it was his duty to subject the manosphere patriarch to the rule of law for the manosphere patriarch’s mistreatment of his family.
The practical patriarch also raised self-sufficient children, was openly and clearly the buck-stopping head of his household and lived a simple, back to the land kind of life with his wife and nine children. Some of those children even married the children of the manosphere patriarch. But the practical patriarch regularly sought his close to his own age wife’s input and her advice and counsel were a big part of his ultimate decision to bring external authority into the situation. The manosphere patriarch’s children were astonished that a husband and wife would have private time with each other to reconnect and be close as a couple, they were used to such private time being a sign of their father’s displeasure with their mother.
Their mother did not stand by her man, she stood by her children, who came to forgive her slowly and painfully over time. The manospherian patriarch died alone in jail, unrepentant.