During the Victorian era, men would sometimes hand out spinster shaming cards like these to ugly and unfeminine women on Valentine’s Day (any feminists reading this ought to consult a head asplosion doctor before continuing further):
Women can be shamed into behaving and looking more feminine. Which is a good thing. Too bad we’ve lost that lesson and do the opposite now: shame women for being feminine and looking thin and pretty, and glorify women who act masculine and look like dump trucks.
“Lean in”, lose love. That’s all you need to know, ladies.
Parafrasing, the first illustration is saying: ‘if you’re not pretty you’ll become a cat lady’, the second illustration’s message is ‘you’re a ugly bitch and therefore you’ll stay single’.
Correct me if I’m wrong but they’re both rubbing salt in the wounds of ugly women, not telling women to settle down.
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Nah. The first is commenting on what happens when a woman gets older with no children—. The second is admonishing women to clip their tongues and act more feminine—because bossy, brassy, annoying nags don’t get married.
Truth rape!
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“bossy, brassy, annoying nags don’t get married.”
My wife did.
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In this day and age of ubiquitous beluga blubber on American womynzez, the first chick actually has about an HB8 derriere [given the competition in 2016]. Butterface!!!
Marlene Dietrich r@pe.
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Well the second one is talking about “using your tongue” and trying to be witty, so I don’t think it’s true for that one. Maybe for the first one. Hopefully not though
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Have you noticed, on the second postcard, that the shadow of the woman looks like a cat? As in ‘she’s catty?’
The warning is essentially ‘honey, you’re not hot enough for a guy to put up with that bullshit, so if you want a man, knock it off and talk like a lady.’
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Are you all really that obtuse? You sound like women trying to rationalize why you’re not like this and it must be other reasons you can’t get a date like the Patriarchy…. WF is correct in his analysis. Don’t over complicate things.
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not the second one
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from the context of the 3rd pic and the 2nd one’s wittiness remarks I don’t think so
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First one looks like my last regular (35). Even had an old steamer kettle. One day she went quieter than usual, and started sobbing about her ailing nineteen year old cat and not having children. That’s when I checked out.
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For any chicks [with fert!le w0mbs] who make it this far down into the thread: For Chr!st’s sake, if you’ve got access to quality seed [or really any seed, for that matter], then have yourself an “Oops!” pr3gnancy. Do it. Just do it. Don’t deny your ch!ldren the fundamental right to exist in the first place.
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And before anyone mocks me, we bonded over the 90’s, grunge, etc. It was nice to have that again for a minute.
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lolololol
I just checked out her FB. Cat must have died a few days after I dumped her.
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Cats and freaks …
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Seriously Henk? The first one is saying women ought to marry young before they get ugly from age. The old maid has little visceral fat which is laudible. The complexion like the nose cartilage and saggy neck says old, old, old.
Please note the pussy hand is product modeling the vag product. I have long supposed they call it pussy and her bitch for a reason having to do with the similarity of female and animal behavior, but what’s the difference really? When you know the simple answer, you will have Game.
The second card says don’t be a young women who is ugly on the inside. “Don’t be a pussy.” “Don’t be ruled by your pussy.” It says don’t be a saucy puss, no different than Begonsay being ‘bossy’. It’s a message of the price of female inner ugliness.
The third one simply says to be complementary to a man rather than mannish. It is not an admonition against inner ugliness itself except to the mismatch that a mannish mindset is inside a female body and brain that can flower only as feminine not masculine. And maybe I answered a troll, but there it is.
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I think back then men had such a surplus of attractive women, thin and nubile young lovelies, that they could care less if one carpet muncher let her genes hit the proverbial office shredder of her father’s genes.
Nowadays many of men are either fighting over the well worn vaginas of a few aspiring old maids, or drilling for oil overseas. LOL
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[…] Victorian Era Shitlord Valentine’s Cards […]
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Dont’ want to spam but our eminent host has been prolific today 🙂
Field Report Thursday Night
I got home from work dead tired. I was up Tuesday night til 3:00am and Wednesday night until 1:30am. I wanted to sleep. My buddy hit me up and wanted to go out sarging. I was fired up from watching RSD Julian’s manifesto and reading Yareally’s latest posts. I agreed and then tried to take a nap. Then plate #3 called me and said she wanted to see me. She came by fucked her then told her I already had plans for later. She left and I started to get ready to go out. I had sex hair, my eyes were sleepily slung low and I likely smelled like residual pussy/perfume lol. I consciously decided to avoid my normal routine of putting on a nice shirt, combing my hair etc. (trying the Yareally thing that internals are all that matter, fuck externals). I put back on the same shirt I had worn that day, same jeans, didn’t comb my fucked up hair just brushed my teeth. I put on RSD Julian’s video again to get in state. After I put on my music mix of state-pumping music. All the songs on this mix remind me of all the badass shit I have done, all the girls I’ve fucked, all the times going out to sarge. Started smiling a lot. Did some pushups. I read a few pages of My Secret Garden to put sex on my mind. I put the following thought into my head “Thoughts, words, actions aligned. I want to fuck her and she wants to fuck me. Sex is awesome and fun and she wants to enjoy it with me.” I thought of the vids Yareally posted of James Franco, Robbie Williams and Jude Law’s lazer eyes.
Threw a baggy sweater on and headed out. My buddy looked way better than me, nice shirt and clean cut. I am pumped up. I am full of conversation on the drive to the bar, keeping my energy high and warming up my social muscles.
When we get to the bar (never been here before), I see a group of girls. I say “Hey” to the prettiest one and she says Hi back. We walk into the bar. I smile as I enter and look around. Girls everywhere. I go up to the bar to order drinks and notice 2 girls seated to my right. The hot one HB7.5 (personally she is a 8 but you guys rate em harsh and I respect that) is flipping her hair like crazy; her friend is a warpig.
I lean over the bar to get a drink ordered and look at her. She sees me looking, we make and hold eye contact and I say “Hi” she says “hi” we then both go back to our separate conversations.
She bumped her elbow into my and said sorry. I said “you owe me three drinks” she looked at me “who is this guy/asshole” …I smirk. She said “hmmmm.” I then poked her three times in her side and said, “there now I owe you six drinks” she laughed.
I asked “What brings you out tonight, she answered then I did the same, explaining I was here with a buddy and introduced them. She said her name and then introduced herself to me.
Some other group was behind us, trying to order drinks. I locked eyes with a cute girl in that group and said, Hi” she says Hi. I comment on how busy the bar was and boom me and my buddy are now talking to these two girls, while I ignore the one seated next to me. I also made nice with the bartender and a couple dudes around me, just shooting the shit and demonstrating that socializing comes easily to me and my buddy. I noticed several girls around the bar looking at us constantly.
Now she had her back turned to me, still seated in her chair beside me. She had really sexy long black hair so I loudly tell her I thought she had sexy hair. She told me she really liked my hair lol it was all fucked up. Told her it was “styled by the gym” she said “uh what?” I said I went to gym before coming out tonight and then found out my buddy wanted to go out so I said fuck it. I asked her “do I stink?” she said no lol I definitely did
She is 24, a college student, tall, thin, beautiful and dressed sexy but sophisticated. I said that she seemed sophisticated for her age and she was instantly agreeing with me and qualifying herself to me by telling me all the ways she is sophisticated. I commented on her cleavage. Once I found out her zodiac sign, I told her “ohhhh youre trouble.” She said what you mean. I told her “I know your sign is passionate. You are the same type of sign as me; we are one of the most sexual, horniest signs.” She looked down and somewhat embarrassed agreed with me by nodding her head. She seemed amazed that I knew that about her like come on lol all girls like sex.
Read her fortune, running my fingers across her palm, caressing it. I said, “I see you will meet a charming, handsome man tonight.” She smirked and said, “where is he?” haha warming up and being playful. I said “haha, nice! I like em feisty”
Realized when I hit the hook point, she started offering topics, rapport building, doing her own kino
Made her guess my age, my job, etc. whenever she asked the standard interview questions, I tried to keep it playful.
We did way too many high fives lol, she started initiating more physical contact, leaning on me, side of my hand on her tit firmly as she leaned in to whisper, our thighs touching. Next time when we high fived it turned into that lovey dovey hand holding move where you intertwine your fingers and lock hands, even tho it was only supposed to be a high five lol. Like Yareally said the conversation was mostly just unintelligible gibberish small talk, it was all subcommunicaitons, like insane sexy eye contact, whispering and grazing against each other.
Teased about what she was drinking and what sports team she liked, “oohhhhh too bad, that’s a deal breaker” with a serious face than big smile. She would roll her eyes and squeal.
Bought her a drink, something I never usually do. But it felt natural so I did it, didn’t feel like I was being needy so she didn’t either. She said thank you and offered me a sip of her drink.
Interrupted our conversation to loudly sing along with badass 80s songs whenever the spirit moved me
Lazer eye contact was insane she was fucking me with her eyes, licking her lips, pursing her lips, putting her lips a few inches from mine, I know the signs lol. One of the times she was saying something sultry while holding lazer eyes and brought her mouth near mine. I went for the kiss and she recoiled. She chided me, “Im not the kind of girl who just makes out a bar with guys I just met.” I could tell she was serious. I smirked and said “it’s your fault, those lips are driving me crazy” She tried to suppress her smile but I ran my hand across her cheek and said, “I see it, don’t try and hide it from me” and she broke out the big smile.
Worked my way back by using a mini freeze out; started talking to my buddy directly. She talked to some random dude for a second. When I turned back to her I was not at all butthurt about the kiss rejection. She rewarded me by leaning on me, touching my hand, super sexy eye contact, basically she started kinoing to say “sorry I had to stop you from kissing me, please try again”. So I went right back to sub communication stuff like running my hand across her back or squeezing her arm, etc.
My buddy wanted to bounce and go try another bar.
Asked her for her number by saying “I have to get out of here but I would like to see you again. Would you like to see me again?” with deep eye contact. She said yes. I said ok then we will go out and she smiled. I took her phone put my number in and then texted myself, pretending to be her, “I love you its ____” she giggled and punched me in the shoulder. I replied to her on my phone instantly with a love eyes emoji.
Kissed her hand like a gentlemen. She kissed me on the cheek. I stared her dead in the eyes again and we both knew we wanted to fuck.
She texted me back a row of kiss on the cheek emojis after I left.
My own analysis, feel free to add your own:
Things I did well:
-My thoughts actions and words were aligned. She knew I was a man who was interested in her in a sexual way from the get go.
-Best lazer eyes ever cuz I had the “just had sex” low sleepy eyes but deep focused eye contact. I felt like she really responded to the eye contact. I felt like my internal thoughts kept saying “damn I am going to fuck the shit out of you” and telegraphing that message with my eyes. Reminded me of the James Franco eye contact video, Yareally you are a legend bro thanks for sharing
-Kino from the start
-Opened her within 3 seconds of seeing her
-Didn’t focus on my opener for a change, just went it (I am really good at situational openers and usually I am pretty quick but sometimes I stall trying to think of a natural situational opener. I had just watched RSD Julian so I said tonight just gonna go in with “Hi” or “Hey whats up” type openers to avoid overthinking and pussying out.)
-I was aware when I reached the “hook point” and let her talk more
-Teased her and wasn’t afraid if she didn’t like me. At one point she went to bathroom and when she came back she sat on the other side of her friend. I thought she didn’t want to talk to me anymore, like maybe I blew it and didn’t notice. I went right back to having fun with my buddy and a minute later she came back and sat next to me again, turned her back to me, but kept flipping her hair wildly until I started the conversation up again.
-Only want real numbers from now on. Meaning normally if I vibe with a girl at all I always ask for her number. Now I am going for the first night lay and if I can’t get it, I only want her number if she knows my intent (to fuck her) and is genuinely interested. I didn’t go as far as Julian recommends, making her demand my number or making her beg. Like later at the next bar, I was vibing with a girl (lazer eyes, good convo) but she had to leave after 5 minutes so I didn’t ask for her number as she likely wouldn’t have remembered me so the number would be useless.
-it seemed like a genuine interaction. I was interested in her but not attached to outcome; it was ok if she left at any time, I still already got laid tonight. It was fun enjoying her feminine energy, her beauty, having a conversation that went past small talk, the flirting game, all of it was good. One of my best ones so far, I was not trying to “play it cool” /James Bond game, I was high energy but relaxed, goofy and had no filter.
-A few times I put my foot in my mouth or said something that made her cringe. I just steamrolled right past by changing topic or agree and amplify with a cocky smile
-left her wanting more by being the party to leave first/end the interaction
Mistakes:
-Qualified myself to her by admitting what my job is
-Didn’t leave her and go mingle with other girls (spent about 1 hr talking to her, although like I said I did many mini-freeze outs where I turned my back to her or talked to other girls/merged sets temporarily)
-Should have been a better wing. My buddy was the one that wanted to go out; I had planned on sleeping from the long week and I had already gotten laid an hour earlier and the day before. Should have just been his wing and supported him, as he was the one that wanted to go out and get some ass.
-Didn’t get the first night lay, had to get the number even though she was obviously attracted to me. She basically ignored her fat girlfriend and became my date for an hour. I would remember to stop the interaction and talk only to my buddy, or bring my buddy into our conversation whenever he was not hitting on a girl or talking to someone.
-Didn’t say “come with us” or invite her to my place or next bar, just went for a strong number close when it was time for us to leave.
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Afterward we went to another bar. Right away I opened two pretty very young girls. One had a piece of cake near her so I said, “cake?” She said, “You want a piece?” I shook my head yes. As she handed it to me, she said, “Its pussy cake” and both girls giggled madly, some kind of inside joke between them. My eyes widened oh really big wolf smile raised eyebrows. Both girls squealed. I started roleplaying, fingering the clit of the cake and tonguing it, eating it out (no fork like an animal). They were enjoying the spectacle laughing omg who is this guy mad hair flipping; I enjoyed the free cake.
Introduced my buddy, and then we met the birthday boy whose cake it was. He had all these girls but was super wasted drunk and no game. So me and my buddy went to town, opened 6 girls. The pussy cake girl was flipping her hair so much so I started kinoing. Everything was going good until I made a joke about putting roofies in her drink. She got dead serious. I said calm down learn to take a joke and laughed but the damage was done lol.
I opened a new girl at the table where my buddy was (5 girls) and met a new girl, things were going great but she had to leave after 5 minutes.
I went to bathroom, when I came back my buddy was in deep rapport with a girl, they had that “leave us alone” vibe like all the girls at the table had wandered off to give them space. So I just chilled, made some more friends, bummed a smoke and then it was closing time. He got two numbers (one at first spot, one at second).
We did a break down of the night over Mexican food and called it a night.
Thank you Yareally and RSD Julian for pushing guys and being so fucking clutch. I read how Yareally pumps up his state before going out (pumping music, RSD Julian and Tyler vids, etc), I tried it and I gotta say it makes a difference. That’s why I included the pre-going out state pump up instead of just starting the FR at the bar.
Happy Friday boys lets hit the bars
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> “Sex is awesome and fun and she wants to enjoy it with me.” ——— It’s not SEX unless a ch!ld is b0rn nine months later. What’s you’re doing with these poor girls is NOT SEX. And yes, you are ruining them.
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You’re ruining the fun.
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Yeah, I know, but the G0d-d@mned Eskimos have so badly corrupted the language that people are forgetting what the word “SEX” means. (Honey Bee & Pollen): Stamen -> Stigma, ovum fertilized, apple falls from tree nine months later.
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TL;DR
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Dissuading young girls from entering the workforce/higher education would do the trick.
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when a chick runs the whole “i’m gonna go to college/get a career, etc” spiel. i just act uninterested or even begin snoring. it shows them no one really cares especially men. a lot of dudes quickly jump in excitement when they hear a chick run that spiel – i dont get it.
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It’s important for gauging her IQ. Stupid Momzes tend to push out stupid babeez.
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I need an explanation for the rifle-carrying lass. You go girl and you’ll go alone, perhaps? You can only CHOOSE to go to battle because the men around you HAVE to? Help, gents.
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White women and firearms go together.
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Marlene Dietrich r@pe x2
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It’s really simple. Who wants to marry a woman that’s basically a man? Man could go out shooting and drinking and telling dirty jokes and just relax with the boys. But he would want to come back to an actual home, with his children taken care of and his assets cared for.
Whenever my children’s best beloved stuffed animals or sweaters begin to fray, they know that their own mother will just throw these out, so they take it to dad so his girlfriend can lovingly repair them. My girlfriend is the woman I should have had children with, but I stupidly, in my blue pill days, thought that the fun, witty, energetic life of the party was the one to tie down. Then when we started putting the buns in the oven, she expected nannies and cleaning ladies.
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> “My girlfriend is the woman I should have had children with” ——— So what’s stopping you? Is your girlfriend post-menopausal?
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Ancient tomboy. A woman who wants to one up the men in everything ends up alone.
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Paris Commune, 1871. The reports and scandalous etchings of female insurgents quite got the watery blood of the petit-bourgeois a-pumpin’. In the same way that photos of women coal-miners were a sort of para-porn for them. So it was kind of a postcardy meme for years after.
Hope the googlemess is linkable ..
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The doggerel underneath mentions the Enfield, which the Brits had been making from 1853 (muzzle-loader, .577 Minie ball, could blow the arse off of an elephant), so I guess the hairstyle kind of goes with that earlier date, though. A puzzle.
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Yes, but (changing the subject a bit) what about Baby Boy Rubio and his recent “celebrate diversity/non-whiteness” campaign images? With the only white face, symbolically enough, relegated to the background. In a Republican primary. In South Carolina. In a year dominated by nativism. Baby Boy should be disqualified for the Presidency on grounds of lack of intelligence. There, you see: I’ve already half-written your post for you.
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And yet Opinion Savvy poll has Rubio suddenly “surging” to within 3% of The Donald… go figger.
[CH: it’s garbage agenda polling. safe to ignore it.]
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Let us put the stamp so we do not waste words or time any longer
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In a sane world, when the end results come out from SC and this Opinion Savvy late poll proves to be an attempt at agitprop, their proprietors should be tarred and feathered.
/Old ways are best rape!
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Tell your daughters that growing up to be some successful guy’s gold medal and raising a good-looking family is more self-actualizing than being a cheap imitation male in the corporate world.
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Modern Version
https://heartiste.files.wordpress.com/2013/06/svllsxg.png?w=500&h=502
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Look at that old maid one. She’s so preoccupied with posing for the picture, she doesn’t even notice the kettle boiling like crazy.
Helluva metaphor for how time ran out on her and she’s nothing but hot air!
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Nor that she’s apparently strangling the cat!
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Just noticed she’s pointing at her ghostgash.
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These days, I’d say anyone except a warpig gets a couple of SMV points just for acting sweet and feminine because it’s in such short supply.
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when I was I kid “Old Maid” was still a popular game. all cards have a match except the Old Maid card. whoever gets stuck with that card was the L-O-S-E-R. lol
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Yeah, my sister and I used to play Old Maid all the time in the 70s. Very popular game. Do kids still play, or has it been “banned” by the thought police?
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Well done video which reinforces many Chateau concepts.
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I’ve never been quite convinced by ‘the end is nigh’ argument but that video is succinct and rationally compelling.
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I tend to agree with one of the kkkommentators at j✡✡tube – that it’s such a perfectly polished professional production that it almost feels like psychological w@rfare agitprop designed to completely demoralize the Shkotzim.
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It’s like this guy made a video of my last post. I said pretty much the same thing as he did. The 80/20 thing…it’s real and it’s making it impossible for most men to have sexual access to women.
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If we can’t save K-Selection, then Western Civilization is doomed.
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Excellent. Needs to be spread.
Might even try to redpill my dumb old dad with it.
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Been trying to apply some of the principles learned here. Gamed a girl for a few weeks, lots of playful banter, we were going to get together. Think I got a bit too cocky, or maybe a bit too fake, ended with her telling me I’m a ridiculous human being.
Haven’t talked to her in a week. Oh well it’s a start. Solid HB8. In the past I never would have talked to her, or at best would have put myself instantly in the friendzone.
Gotta learn the AUTHENTIC part of the equation I guess. Is it normal to overshoot and make an idiot of yourself when you’re new at this?
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“Gotta learn the AUTHENTIC part of the equation I guess. Is it normal to overshoot and make an idiot of yourself when you’re new at this?”
Yes… get a good grounding in game fundamentals, then adapt to you. MM, Julian PIMP and Shift are good starting places. check the Yareally Archive, he has a new set of basics posted this month.
And don’t beat yourself up ever, plenty of other chances everyday. Stay no contact with this one and she may even ping you one day.
Enjoy!
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The difference, today Old Maids have a notch count followed by a scrape heap. Modern degenerative society tells them to strive to be whores and murderers.
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Shame? Shame? Anyone experienced with Game knows that pleas of any sort are the feckless last stand before defeat. Actions speak louder to women than words. That wave of ‘feminism’ but that decline was already a lost cause, if the historical context is correct. As the age of kingdoms gave way to the creation of nations, I believe that stately women of courts were little more than glorified courtesans, and it may be that opportunistic trollops multiplied into the lower classes over time. If you can’t win by action, why bother? The cards are quite something to behold, but no winning weapon. The only shame that registers with a woman is low social status.
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“The only shame that registers with a woman is low social status.”
A+
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Shame alone will not work What is necessary is breaking the slut safety net which the state has established
They are all inherently insecure and utterly self insufficient, left alone to their own they will crawl back pleading for the bondage sooner than you may think
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It really is a two-fold assault which the Eskimos launched: Corruption of the culture AND corruption of the [access to the] currency.
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Encourage s1uttery in the culture, and then force the subsidization of s1uttery via Shkotzim tax shekel garnishments [via AFDC/WIC and/or the D!vorce Industrial Complex].
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[…] Source: Heartiste […]
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Wow, I would have thought these cards would have caught on. They basically say: “Shut the fuck up, stay out of men’s spaces, stop shoe-horning yourself into male roles, find a husband, have kids and move on with your god damn life.”
Is any of that really controversial? I also see them as pretty shiv-worthy shaming poems. They are the kind of thing a platonic friend or father would give a girl who doesn’t quite get it.
I would recommend printing these and others like them out and giving them to girls you know who don’t quite get it with the biggest dick-spitting grin.
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Regardless of the criticisms, if taught and shown by example:
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OT – sort of.
Walked out to dumpster, miserable, angry, contemplating how many xanax I can ration to put myself down for eight hours. Chubby thirty-something with big tits, neck tattoo and a nice skirt on her way out. I know this type, I’m sure you do too. She looks my way, smiles and says heyyy.
I game a little. She’s into it. Says I’m just chillin’ at home havin’ some drinks, come over if you want, apt number ####. Play it cool – actually not playing, I don’t drink and the prospect bores me, and maybe a presentiment was already making itself known – aight I say, in a little while.
Maybe an hour later I walk up, and just as I knock, hear her inside on the phone. It sounds flirtatious and slutty, and we know the type, so I figure it’s some dude. I knock once, no answer. I already know where it’s going, but figure hey, maybe she just didn’t hear it. Knock again.
She actually opens the door, motions for me to be quiet, and closes the door again.
Um, huh? I didn’t even have time for a comeback. Of course, I leave. My impulse was to shout something retaliatory, but it’s a quiet complex, and knowing women, she’d file harassment or some shit.
Surreal. Honestly, in all my years of philandering, that has never happened. I’ve been rebuffed, rejected, dumped, last-minute blocked, been arrested for stalking (total misunderstanding), given dozens of numbers and then toyed with, even laughed at once or twice, but this was a new level of Peak Bitch.
It’s amazing how casually they make you a chump. I didn’t fucking ask where she lives or to hang out & drink, she offered! And just like that — I’m AFC.
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your instinct was correct: she’s beneath you in SMV so her shit test was for her own ego self-preservation. the irony of the dumpster being nearby was not lost on me
these types of girls are fair game for your basest desires. coming over with the attitude of “hey wanna fk?” would not be inappropriate. and if she says “no” then it’s definitely not personal. hit her up again the next time you’re looking for a convenient pair of tits on which to dump a load. platinum rule
there’s all kinds of reasons girls say no (in the moment) that have nothing to do with you. yeast infection, rag, already getting drilled that day. it sounds to me like her motion to “shhhh” could simply mean “not today, but maybe tomorrow”
also i would have visibly displayed irritation and motioned her to come outside so you could talk to her. followed by a duckface. let your disapproval be SEEN and KNOWN. like “why are you wasting my time???” etc. that’s the attitude. total entitlement. but not butthurt. it’s almost impossible to be too aggressive with these American girls. well it’s possible but only because of the legal consequences. you have to be more entitled than they are, which is A LOT
good luck!
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Nah nah nah. First, there was no time for a visible display of irritation; I looked confused a bit, but that’s all I had time for.
Second, going there again would be the chumpest thing of all. No fucking way. The bell rang and I salivated — my mistake, but not again.
But you’re right about one thing. The wide-open invitation was actually a shit test. Lower SMV women must set traps like this reflexively just for the unconscious thrill of letting us go. I mean, I knew that, but this was fucking absurd.
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“Walked out to dumpster, miserable, angry, contemplating how many xanax I can ration to put myself down for eight hours.”
Impressive!
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My mistake was knocking that second time. Being honest, I knew I wasn’t getting into that apartment the second I heard her on the phone.
But consider how crazy that is! Just by knocking a second time, I gave her the upper hand. I effectively made myself a chump.
We’re inhabiting different planets now, us and women.
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No, retard, it’s just hypergamy. Phone dude was more interesting to her at that moment.
(d)uh
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DON’T KNOCK TWICE
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The postman only rings once…
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I thought the postman always rings twice ?
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better yet don’t knock at all. push to shag her behind the dumpster next time
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I remember driving around the old neighborhood with the grandparents as they talked about the way things used to be. Suddenly my grandmother points to an old brick building and said “that’s where we used to put the unmarried pregnant girls”. The shame of being pregnant and unwed meant you got hidden away from society. . . God bless America circa 1950.
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These are examples or great negs. If you want to see tingles…give a girl you’re banging one of thkse kids birthday cards: anything that says “happy birthday to my Facorite 5 year old” and leave a dollar bill in it.
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Compared to today’s female specimens of horror, the ladies in these illustrations are positively lovely models of demure femininity.
Chalk it up to Goodbye Civilization thanks to Feminism.
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http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2016-02-19/us-economy-has-not-recovered-and-will-not-recover
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No thread drift warning Carlos?
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MEN!
I’ve gotta game question.
I’ve been chatting up a submissive 18 year old barista. Big tits, peachy ass. She calls me Master and sir. Eager to please. That’s WHITE BUNS/WHITE OVENS status right there. Things were going swimmingly. Due to our schedules I haven’t been able to bang her yet, but she knows its coming and she’s said shes wanted it.
Known her for a week or so.
Then came yesterday.
I asked her to send me a picture of her blowing me a kiss when she wishes me good morning since I would be going out to sea for the day, told her to keep it classy. Mind you, this bitch has sent me full blown nudes in the past so it’s not like I’m breaking her comfort zone.
She doesn’t text me until the afternoon, opening with “Fuck you, you don’t mean shit to me blah blah blah” saying I’m six feet beneath her, our relationship is parasitic, how I’m simplistic and in need of an education and that if anything she should be the dominant one. A bunch of chick shit, like a monkey throwing shit at the wall to see if any insult would stick. It was a fucking novel.
Obviously she does care and feel something for me otherwise she wouldn’t put that much effort into it.
I reply:
BORING. Sounds like you need an education in throat fucking. When you’re able to control your emotions about me, apologize for your tantrum and send what I asked for.
She hasn’t texted back since. She’s acted up before and I’ve punished her before and she’s apologized profusely before. The only thing I regret was telling her about needing an education in throat fucking, as it was playing into her frame about education and could possibly be read as being butt hurt, which I didn’t want to convey at all. I’ve sent brutal shit like that to her before so it’s not like it was incongruous but I should have been more stern in retrospect.
I didn’t text her at all today. I will not do so all weekend. But I do not want to lose a chick with this much promise. She’s getting a little wild, testing me to see if I’ll bend. I don’t think I bent, but I also don’t think I punished her enough, hence the silence.
I need the PERFECT message to send her if she hasn’t texted me back by Monday. Something that will COMPEL her inner hamster to come crawling back to me, because she just HAS to know what I meant, along the lines of ‘Oh you’re one of those girls…’. Which I actually did use on her one time when she was being indifferent to me, worked like a charm.
I have to stoke her curiosity as well as generate tingles from a defensive crouch, to adopt Heartistian turn of phrase. Gentlemen, help me do my part to save Western civilization.
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Enthusiastic mount. or…
I like an enthusiastic mount.
Either way bang her hard asap, you need to go to the next level. You’re not the first dude she’s talk shit with, guaranteed. F her to keep her under you. Just my opinion.
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Why do YOU need to text HER? You should be waiting for her to contact you after that outburst she sent.
Then don’t respond. See how this plays out.
You’re looking for a “magic” text. There are tons here including my own: ‘…’
But the issue isn’t the text it’s the tone. You reach out to her to blow a kiss in her photo. She replies with some Borderline Personality Disordered Cluster B crazy shit. I’ve been through this…with the crazy ex.
Each time I reached out to her FIRST…yah, she would calm down…but somewhere in her hind brain she knew that she had power over me.
When the end came…it was bad.
Don’t do that. Wait. IF she starts panicking then you can play it cool with “Make it up to me”.
If not, you dodged a bullet with a nutcase.
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She won’t panic. When she says she doesn’t need him, she is stating a fact — not challenging. That isn’t “potential”, unless that’s how we’re spelling “trouble” now.
He needs to cut his losses and move on. Sounds loony as fuck, and he can only lose dignity trying to one up crazy.
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> “Borderline Personality Disordered Cluster B crazy sh!t” ——— I also sensed BPD in her sudden change of personality. The single best antidote to Cluster B outbursts is a long hard near-v!olent f*cking, where she gets so many 0rgasms that you lose count of them all. Use wh0refinder’s methods if necessary, and always massage the he11 outta that cl!t.
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BTW, this is her sh!t-test. When she sends you crazy incoherent shiznat like that, the BPD chick is asking you [challenging you really]: Are you MAN ENOUGH to tame a bat-sh!t crazy woman like me?
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Also, BPD chicks gonna BPD. They will throw violent Category 5 sh!tstorms at you, but NEVER BACK DOWN IN A FIGHT. Again, she’s probing you for weakness. Hold your ground. Do not back down. The make-up $ex will be worth it. Trust me.
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I need to text her because I do not like playing wait and see games. I push things forward until I get what I want or until I totally fail. I want to push her into an emotional corner with a Hail Mary of a text where she comes back to me, even if she’s still in bitch mode. If I get her reacting to me again, then we can begin to schedule a meet-up where I fuck her brains out.
All these RAPEFUCK tips are things I absolutely agree with, but to fuck her like an animal, I have to draw her out again.
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> ” I push things forward until I get what I want or until I totally fail.” ——— Honestly, you’re sounding a little cray-cray yourself; the two of you might be a good match [although if you make Whyte chillunz with her, then they will need their Dad to be an absolute Peak Alpha Sh!tlord of the Domicile, in order to weather their Momz’s BPD outbursts].
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Now you are who you are, and ultimately you will have to develop your own methods to suit your own life, but standard procedure for dealing with a BPD outburst is radio silence, and then when you choose to contact her again, you act as though everything is completely normal. PRO-TIP: Roughly 24 hours after a major Estrogen/Progesterone outburst like this, a BPD chick will have completely forgotten about it, and to her, it’s as though it never even happened in the first place.
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NOTE: The figure of “24 hours” will vary from chick to chick, and even for just one chick, it will vary according to where she is in her cycle. If you can get alone with a BPD chick anywhere from Day 1 through to the dropping of the precious cargo circa Day 13/14/15, then you will get violent animalistic f0rnication out of her. Guaran-d@mn-teed. With the BPDs, it’s Day 16 through Day 28 which can be a pure unadulterated living HE11.
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Final Thought: Don’t hate the BPDs for being BPD. It’s just how G0d created them – they can’t help it. You, however, being a man, have a certain “agency” about you, to the extent that G0d cursed you with much greater Freedom of the Will, enough so that you are free to take on the challenge of a BPD [which will be the greatest challenge of your life] but also free to walk away from the challenge [and thereby allow some other man to step up to the plate].
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walawala… what you said below changed my mind on everything. I’m just going to chill. And you’re right it is oneitis. I was blinded by the titties. And I just got a text from her friend that the chick is going crazy from me not texting her, HAHAHAHA!
I’m gonna chase another girl until this one shapes up.
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@KungPao It’s exactly 11 months since I went the full No Contact with my crazy ex. It was hard at first. But now I have total clarity. I still see her around. A few weeks back I walked into a bar. She was there in the back with her orbiter married guy “friend”… I didn’t notice her. Other girls were coming up and wishing me a happy new year and asking me to dance.
Crazy ex makes a point of moving from where I couldn’t notice her to right near me where I could…then she’s floating around the orbiter…
I ignored, danced and had a great time before leaving. OF course now that you’re suddenly not available she’s chasing.
Don’t be an orbiter. Leave it. You’ll figure out quickly that she wasn’t all that.
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GFTOG
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“…a submissive 18 year old barista. Big t!ts, peachy a$s… I need the PERFECT message to send her if she hasn’t texted me back by Monday…” ——— Monday night [or whenever she works again], walk in there with a 17yo chick who has even bigger t!ts and an even peachier @ss. Then ask yourself why you even care about the 18yo.
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Well if it were that easy he wouldn’t be on here asking for advice.
Fact is that white women are insane with power. It isn’t a shit test; it’s a stupid creature spoiled with leverage it doesn’t know how to shut off. It isn’t “Are you man enough to tame me?”, it’s “We had a good run but options so RAAAAHHHH!”
Advising men to play along with this syndrome is just thoughtless. Game has to adapt to avoid trapping men in exhausting psychodrama. This “white wombs” noise ain’t helping anyone, and that isn’t a personal attack on you.
We have to question if the actual existence of white people is worth creating ever more single moms with a deep entitlement complex — who’ve never known anything else, in fact.
I lean toward no fucking way.
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> “We had a good run but options so RAAAAHHHH!” ——— Except that your Tribe’s “War Against Boyz” has been so fabulously successful that now Peak Alpha Seed is in short supply, not HB p00ntang.
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Kung
“I do not want to lose a chick with this much promise.”
I need the PERFECT message to send her
Something that will COMPEL her inner hamster to come crawling back to me
she just HAS to know what I meant,
I have to stoke her curiosity as well as generate tingles
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Why? This is all validation seeking behavior, learn to self validate.
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BTW – you could have achieved most of your goals if you left your first text at Boring… then stayed radio silent until she came back hat in hand…
Keep silent.
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@KungPao You have oneitis. Her diminishing comments have stoked your need to win her approval.
It’s Blue Pill to think there’s a “perfect” message to get a female to react.
A text two days after her melt-down, no matter how clever, witty, angry, mysterious WON’T “compel” her inner hamster to come crawling back.
It’s been 11 months since I went 100% no contact with crazy ex. In that time she has: sent me angry texts, she has shown up with another guy to an event I was working at, offered me a drink at a party, paraded herself in my line of sight consistently when I showed up unexpectedly to a party she was at…. I have not blinked once. In fact when I saw her walking towards me a week ago I casually cut across the room to avoid crossing paths.
If you don’t do this stuff—she’ll try everything to get inside your head—just to know she’s inside your head.
You need to recognize when a woman is giving IOI’s and when you’re desperately compensating for some inner shame at being discarded the way she did to you with that crazy text.
Dude you did nothing wrong. Keep it that way. Recognize what you can change and what you can’t–that’s true Red Pill thinking. Blue Pill is hoping you can find the magic words to change her mind.
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Sick burn.
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[…] Valentine’s Day cards for spinsters. […]
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Let’s hope we’re never expected to live up to Victorian ideals of manhood. Your angsty-american teenage ethos and narcissistic personality disorder would have got you shot for being a satanist, or, at the very least spat on in the streets.
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Strike your sails, Lord Nelson.
You fairy.
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http://sputniknews.com/asia/20160220/1035099295/indian-village-mobile-phone-ban.html
Word.
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Heh, heh… an idea whose time has come.
When we institute it here in whatever the White homeland turns out to be, we can have a simple criteria:
If you’re willing to have your last 500 texts read aloud in public, and your last 100 selfies broadcast during prime time, you can keep your cell phone, ladies. LZOZLZOZLZOZLZOZLZOZLZOZLOZLOZLOZL
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Same goes for men… LZOZLZOZLZOZLZOZLZOZLOZLOZLOZL.
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Gotta say, those spinster shaming cards are really mean and nasty. Handing them out is way below the level of gallantry expected of a man.
I’m sure the victims are constantly but subtly spinster shamed by other women anyway.
I had two maiden aunts. Sisters. One was angular and mannish, classic spinster material. The other was plump and motherly. I’m sure she would have made a wonderful wife.
They were both army nurses in Cairo during WWII, so they must have had their chances. But after the war there weren’t enough men to go around, and they lost out. Plus I think they had mother issues. Kids have an instinct for who to avoid, and as a youngster I just knew to stay out of her way.
Guys, never piss off the mother of your children. She will get back at you via them. I speak from experience.
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Timid permissiveness did these women no favors. Shame harder, provide corrective guidance and structure.
“Guys, never piss off the mother of your children. She will get back at you via them. I speak from experience.”
This is how you ruin a civilization. So much cuck for one post.
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[…] « Victorian Era Shitlord Valentine’s Cards […]
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the last picture shows the interesting difference between British and American culture. In Victorian era Britain, hunting and shooting were rich people’s occupations. A woman who could afford to hunt and shoot wouldn’t need to sew on buttons, she’d have maids to do it for her. And would be unlikely to have ever set foot in a kitchen.
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