From anonymous, our COTW winner (don’t you wish you had picked a handle now?):
For ages, people have asked “what do women want?”
The answer is simple.
Women want people and things that are pre-approved by their peers.
This becomes the torsion that wracks their very souls as socially, they are required to want things that are often diametrically the opposite of what they themselves want.
Sadly, the hamster will churn on, trying to weave a semblance of balance between the social needs and the internal wants.
This misalignment between social expectation and sexual appetite is stronger in women than in men; (it’s virtually nonexistent in men, because men from all classes and social strata prefer pretty young women over ugly older women).
We here at the Chateau have a term for it (courtesy of GBFM aka Q aka President Trump): alpha fux, beta bux. Women desire sexy charming jerkboys but also need dependable, reliable provider betaboys. Game is, succulently, a system of learned charisma that emphasizes jerkboy appeal (which most men lack) and merges it with beta provider cues of male mate fitness.
This shouldn’t be mistaken for the claim that women’s sexuality is always misaligned and that women are always having to choose between the alpha fux and the beta bux. Women often try to snag both male archetypes in the same package. The hottest of hotties will usually achieve the feat while the nottest of notties don’t even bother aiming for the alpha fux and will inevitably settle for a barely beta male or lonesome nights sifting smelly cat litter.
But, it is true that women as a sex experience a tension between social needs and crotchal wants that men rarely, if ever, experience at all, or with similar intensity. And in increasingly r-selected sexual markets that come to dominate declining cultures such as the current US, and which feature economically self-sufficient women, a shrinking pool of feminine slender beauties, and a retreat from the playing field by economically and culturally dispossessed men, this social need-sexual want tension in women is amplified to dangerous levels, resulting in misdirected conformism, hysteria, and eagerness to find purpose in cults, mass movements, and numinous negros.
Fewer beta bux AND fewer alpha fux that didn’t just disembark from the Dark Incontinent, coupled with delayed marriage and an enlarged window of nameless fornication fueled by birth control pills and wine by the bottle have driven our women right over the edge of sanity. Their rationalization hamsters are worked to near-death, spinning spinning until tufts of fur fly everywhere. The female wants are stoked to a fever in a charnel house of fly-by-night cock and chemically castrated womb, while the female needs are denied until a nervous breakdown or autistic IVF twins herald a lifetime of financial and psychological burden.
The hamster was never built for this sort of call to duty. The little guy spins a semblance of balance for a sexual market that didn’t outpace the speed of his wheel under his tiny legs. Now he runs as fast as he can but his legs give out as the wheel that manages communication between his vessel-woman’s fore- and hindbrain smokes and pops gears. The hamster no longer rides the wheel; the wheel rides him. The perfect metaphor of what our modren society does to women.