The majority of feminists would love for men to see a fucking therapist.

The majority of feminists would love for men to suffer and die and will say so in as many words, has been my experience.

But moving beyond that, therapy is a lazy, bullshit answer to the problem, for a number of reasons, a few of them being insurance.

1. The majority of men are not mentally ill, aka they don't suffer from a diagnosable disorder. Insurance won't pay for "Apparently I need non-specific therapy."

2. ...If he has insurance that would cover mental health services, which many men don't.

3. Have you ever been to a therapist? I have. They just ask pointless question after pointless question. "How did that make you feel?" "Bad." "Why did it make you feel bad?" "...Why did being screamed at by my boss make me feel bad? That's what you're asking right now?" "Does that bother you?" They purposefully do not solve problems.

A lot of men are so beat to shit from such an early age that they can’t even put a name to a lot of emotions besides anger.

Who beats men to shit from such an early age? The majority of the people providing early childhood care are women. Elementary and middle school teachers, babysitters, daycare workers, hell, because of how pointlessly cruel the family court system is in this country, it's difficult to legally be a father. Men are systematically prevented from raising children. Men have been arrested for taking their children to play in the park. Men get accused of pedophilia for existing near children.

Remember the sitcom Home Improvement, starring Tim Allen as Tim Taylor? There was an early episode that starts up with his sons playing with a few neighborhood kids, one of his kids (whichever one was played by Johnathan Taylor Thomas, remember him?) had an ordinary deck of cards, and was apparently using it to tell "fortunes." The ace of spades was the "death card." Well apparently he drew the "death card" on one of the neighborhood boys, and this scared him. He comes running in the house crying, and Tim immediately rushes over, hugs the boy, rubs his back and goes to ask what's wrong, offer comfort, "It's just a game, you're not going to die."

Wholesome little scene, right? Made me physically uncomfortable. Because if I was seen acting that way toward a young boy, I would be accused of molesting him. I have been so sexualized, my touch has been so sexualized, that I'm only allowed to touch people who intend to fuck me. I absolutely will not be seen hugging a child, even those related to me, because I don't want to end up on a list.

Early childcare is almost entirely the domain of women, and little boys emerge from this, in your words, "so beat to shit." It's his fault though, right? He should figure it out and fix it?

I would love to date someone who doesn’t define their entire existence through their job.

Judging by what women say, they want a man who earns a lot of money, who doesn't spend a lot of time at work, who has time for hobbies but doesn't play video games, go to the gym, engage in sports, play with train sets or has a boat/motorcycle/dirt bike/whatever, and who doesn't just hang around the house. The only creature real or fictional I'm aware of that fits within this criteria is Janet from The Good Place.