Beta Of The Month: Masculinity Degeneration

This extremely tardy Beta of the Month edition has been building up like a Nofap’s scrote after a year away from the pornovision, and you can bet the release will be, in a word, explosive.

A clarification for new readers, or for old readers with reading comprehension issues: The beta male is not an omega male (and vice versa), though given that male SMV resides on a continuous gradient there can be overlap at times when a lesser beta sinks to the level an omega or a greater omega briefly rises above his station to live in relative glory as a beta.

Generally, beta males can get a woman (if not a quality one or on a reasonable timeline), whereas omega males can’t get women who aren’t fugs, and often spend years as incels. The beta males showcased in Beta of the Month range in behavior from extreme examples of their genre to typical representatives who’ve had the bad judgment or inexperience to get caught in the web of female manipulations without knowing how to extricate themselves.

The ideal BOTM candidate is a beta male who has shamed himself by his actions, whether out of ignorance or misplaced belief in his pickup prowess, with women he likes. He is not a complete loser like the omega male; the beta’s failures with women stem from his self-defeating behaviors. He is fixable, to an extent, which makes his appearance in the Beta of the Month series all the more shameful — he had alternative paths, but he chose poorly.

BOTM Candidate #1: Tithands McBeta

Ok, I’m not entirely sure what’s going on here. As best I can tell, it’s one of three possibilities.

1. a polyamorous threesome relationship
2. one man is getting some, the other isn’t
3. neither man is getting any

Number 1 would be beta (two men and one woman should be understood as two gay men and one woman), but not BOTM material.

Number 2 would be beta for one man in this photo. Which one? Hard to tell, but probably White Tee guy, since it looks like he’s the one who isn’t even allowed a pity tit-grab.

Number 3 is SUPREME BETATUDE. If this is what’s going on, you have a situation in which a cute slut feels so unthreatened by the limp sexuality of two beta male buddies that she doesn’t mind their hands shielding her tits from the camera. She selfies, they self-service.

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BOTM Candidate #2: The Prototypical Pussy Pedestaler

Right off, any man who unironically says the words “my future queen” outs himself as a fap fancier, and possibly a closeted homo. But where PPP really spotlights his cringing beta supplication is his stated devotion to utterly subsuming his needs, even his personhood, to whichever girl happens to give him a boner at some unspecified time in the (far) future.

“My life will not effect [sic] your goals & dreams…” Of course it won’t, PPP, because you are a debased shell entity; an un-man. No woman would sacrifice a thing for you because you aren’t a man worth sacrificing for. And here’s a clue to betas like PPP: women WANT a man worth their sacrifice. They don’t want a yes-eunuch.

Executioner’s summary: less jabbering it out, more jamming it in.

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BOTM Candidate #3: Brilliant, handsome, celibate

At least he’s not hoverhanding. Everything else about this stagecraft stinks to high hell, though.

When women lay it on thick, assume their insincerity. (When a cute woman is truly impressed by a man, she’ll praise him in oblique ways that preserve her female self-regard.) “Brilliant handsome bachelor” is the sort of lavish flattery a woman will say about a lovelorn beta male orbiter to try and make him feel better about himself (while of course keeping his penis at a safe distance).

The biggest offense in this photo is the guy’s cheek nuzzle, the international symbol of cloying incel oneitis. Because that’s EXACTLY the sort of thing that “best friends since 2006” do with women when they have no underlying sexual tension tugging uncomfortably at their pants. /sarcasm

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BOTM Candidate #4: Cuckery is Souldeath

A reader sent this to me a while ago, and a part of me wanted to believe it’s a parody. But, apparently, it’s not. Yes, the world really is large enough to contain beta males so excruciatingly effete of character and sterile of sexuality like George Venter, the White ür-cück whose White wife birthed black twins that Mr. Venter has rationalized as “God’s blessing”.

There’s only one reason why George refused paternity tests; he knows deep inside his rotten betacuck soul that his wife got nasty with one of God’s primordial blessings, and he doesn’t want the bleedingly obvious truth to upset his cultivated self-delusion. For if George was denied his self-delusion, it would mean he had reason to leave his cheating wife, and given that George is a beta male it’s a good bet he’s less afraid to lose her than he is to have to find a new woman as a single unmarried man.

Beta males live in constant gnawing fear of being alone forever, unable to “strike gold” twice in the same lifetime. This is why their lovers and wives walk all over them. The beta male has forgotten rule number one of female nature: no woman wants to be a man’s only option, or his salvation.

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BOTM Candidate #5: Beta Billboard

Interestingly, this is one of the rare Gray Pill BOTMs. If you squint and the light hits just the right way, you can make a plausible case that this guy isn’t very beta. First, his gf is hot. Most betas can’t land genuine hotties. Second, he has nonbetaface.png. His physiognomy suggests an alpha male attitude underneath the awful t-shirt billboard. Third, the quote on his shirt — “If you are reading this, you are too close. I have a girlfriend” — is obviously aimed at other women. The message not-so-subtly implies that he has women hitting on him all the time and the t-shirt is necessary to keep the hens pecking elsewhere.

But, despite those three countering facts, I have decided that the t-shirt itself — and the obeisance required of him to sport it in any manner other than as a private joke (not the case here since it’s been broadcast on the social mediums) — is unquestionably beta. Furthermore, the betaness of the shirt is amplified by one other implied message that in my opinion blares louder than the favorable competing message of his irresistibility to women — namely, that this dude feels it necessary to tell the world he has a girlfriend.

That’s the sort of try-hard crowing about nothing particularly amazing that beta males do all the time. The beta thinks it’s some huge accomplishment to land a girlfriend; so huge, that he’s impelled by a nascent ejaculation of testicular pride to shout it from the rooftops every chance he gets.

“Hey, man, did you catch the game?”

BETA: “No, but MY GIRLFRIEND did.”

“How about this weather!”

BETA: “MY GIRLFRIEND loves it.”

“You going to the party?”

BETA: “Yes, with MY GIRLFRIEND.”

“Did you vote for Trump?”

BETA: “No, because MY GIRLFRIEND would leave me if I did.”

“Who’s that girl over there kissing that black guy?”

BETA: “Why, she’s MY GIRLFRIEND. Did I mention she’s MY GIRLFRIEND? Yes, it is, and…um….dammit.”

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The voting: