Comment Of The Week: Precision Analogies Edition

chris writes:

Perhaps one way to conceptualise why women don’t like emotional/sensitive guys would be to consider this.

Men value women for their sexual intimacy, while women value men for the emotional intimacy.

Now men don’t want a relationship with a woman who is promiscuous with her sexual intimacy as it either indicates she has low value, or potential for cuckoldry.

Perhaps women don’t want relationships with emotional/sensitive guys as these men are promiscuous with their emotional intimacy. And their emotional promiscuity indicates they are either low value or have a potential for abandonment.

So a niceguy is to women, what a slut is to a man.

Now, when you here feminist therapists telling men they they should be more sensitive and get in touch with their feminine side and what not, those therapists are no different from some old sleazy lecher trying to convince women that it’s in their best interest to sleep around and experiment with their sexuality in the hopes that the woman will sleep with them.

Basically, telling men to be more sensitive is a ploy to make it easier for women touse men, just as telling women to be more sexually open would be a ploy to make it easier for men to use women.

There will be no runner-up comment winners this week, as there was not a recent comment that was close to the same league as this one.

One thing I would add… these psychological ploys — encouraging niceguyness in men and looseness in women so that it is easier for the opposite sex to extract what they want from them — would not be so ubiquitous if they didn’t work at least some of the time. So, emo niceguys who lament getting tossed into the LJBF discount bin and bitter sluts who lament getting pumped and dumped by sexy nonjudgmental alpha males really only have themselves to blame. You can’t be manipulated if you aren’t, on some level, willfully acquiescent to your role, and the promise of pleasure it brings.

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Comment Of The Week

Comment Winner of the Week goes to “anon”, for using dark humor like a scalpel.

She had that director dick inside her and she loved every bit of it. While he was hammering her wet little pussy, he told her what a little slut she was and if her boyfriend was aware that she was such a dirty little slut. When she replied between two heavy breaths a whispered “no”, he spanked her ass and with a deep voice, he told her that she’s a nasty little slut and that she should be ashamed of cheating on her boyfriend. She didn’t reply and kept moaning until he ordered her “say that you’re my little bitch. SAY IT”. She said “I’m your little bitch”. “Say that you love cheating on your boyfriend with daddy’s big dick”. “I love cheating… I love cheating on my boyfriend with daddy’s big dick. oooohhhh yes. FUCK ME . FUCK MEEEEE”…

Next thing you know. “I’m sorry about the indiscretion. It just happened.”

The ease and facility with which women resort to hamsterizations is scary. If Genghis Khan were a woman, she might have done a good job of convincing other women and beta manboobs that her genocidal rampage “just happened”. A drum circle for peace would then have ensued, followed by group sympathy hugs.

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Second place comment winner (and a set of steak knives) goes to YaReally for his insightful comments about Kristen Stewart’s cheating:

On a more constructive note, one of the comments left on that yahoo site says “Stewart commented not too long ago that her life was too easy and too boring. Guess the only way she was able to inject some interest in her life was to foul up someone’s marriage.”

I’ve found that to be a driving force behind a LOT of fucked up behavior from some women. Specifically really attractive ones who find life just too easy. Everyone lets them get away with everything because, like a celebrity, they can do no wrong. It creates a feeling of restless boredom and like you aren’t a part of the “normal” world because people aren’t treating you the way they would treat someone who wasn’t as attractive/rich/important/famous/etc. as you.

So they act up and do things that’ll specifically cause drama and piss people off just to feel “normal”. It’s a really interesting situation to me from a psychology perspective because most “normal” people will never experience that feeling or be able to understand or relate to it, and those people who have life “too easy” can’t bitch about it to normal people or they sound ungrateful so they just suffer in silence.

I was banging a girl who would treat her best friends like absolute shit, she was DYING for them to get mad at her or yell at her or leave an angry facebook comment or just SOMETHING to make her feel normal, but they’d never do it because she was too hot and too high value in her social circles and the general nightlife for anyone to dare cross her.

A lot of people (including this girl) end up going down the coke-head path because they’re chasing “feeling something”. That’s why a lot of really high-end social groups in the nightlife scene are full of coke-heads. Their day to day world is so full of phoney fake bullshit from everyone around them that they need to escape it for a few hours.

The guys she banged were guys like me who treated her like a normal person and bitched her out when she acted up.

Anyway, I don’t know if Stewart made out with a married guy around town repeatedly in broad daylight without wearing disguises or anything knowing paparazzi would be around on PURPOSE, but there were probably a lot of subconscious factors involved in why her little adventure was so recklessly executed.

Hot (or self-perceived hot) girls need more manufactured drama in their lives because everyone, and particularly beta males, walk on eggshells around them, depriving them of this most basic female macronutrient. If you plan to have a relationship with a hot, high status girl with a history of cheating (Stewart cheated on her previous boyfriend as well) and a manjaw indicating testosterone overload (see pics of Stewart), then you had better have really tight dread game. Or be comfortable sharing her with other alphas.

UPDATE

As if on cue, commenter Pffft provides evidence in support of YaReally’s theory:

Pattinson is beta. Otherwise why would Stewart have said this?

“I feel boring. I feel like, Why is everything so easy for me? I can’t wait for something crazy to fucking happen to me. Just life. I want someone to fuck me over! Do you know what I mean?”

http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2012/05/15/kristen-stewart-elle-magazine-cover-_n_1517927.html

Yeah, we know what you mean, Kristen, you just needed an alpha to fuck you over, and Pattinson wasn’t doing it. He was sweet, nice, and wanted to marry you. Awwwww……

Robert Pattinson wept poetic beta tears. Luckily for him, his fame ensures his alphaness almost… ALMOST… completely compensates for his niceguy beta soul. (I say “almost”, because all it takes is one higher status director and one unruly, bored hypergamous whore to fuck up his dreamy-eyed visions of monogamous romance.) He’ll get over it with a quick public jaunt down the street to pick up fresh meat. Most cuckolded beta males without his fame or options never get over it.

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Third place comment winner (you’re fired!) goes to Anonymous:

The real test of how beta he is will be his reaction. Does he take her back and weep with her, or does he boot her ass out the door and do a line of blow off a model’s ass?

A pithy description of one of the critical differences between the psychologies of the alpha male and the beta male.

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Runner-up comment winner is IHTG.

Manjaw’s gonna manjaw.

Yup.

Isn’t biomechanics fun? One look at a girl’s heavily jutting jaw and you know she has a better than average chance of screwing around on you. If only poor, idealistic, romantic, rumored gay Robert had this information in hand before deciding to remain faithful to Kristen. He could’ve juggled multiple long-term relationships with a bevy of babes and not felt any guilt over breaking a hypergamous slut’s heart.

This post is dedicated to Bill Bennett.

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Comment Of The Week

Jodark makes a very good suggestion for men thinking about marrying older careerist broads.

If I were considering wifing a middle-aged career woman, I would insist upon a dowry sizable enough to put a 50% down payment on a bitchin’ sports car (probably a new Nissan GTR).
I would consider it compensation for her wasting her young sex and beauty on fucking shitbag artists and musicians.

As the cryptically great GBFM might say: lzolzozlzol why would i pay for curdled milk when other men got her younger, hotter, tighter for free lzzol?

Good question. And one that women in general, and feminists especially, don’t want you asking yourself.

I predict Peak Wall Victim Marriage coming this decade. At some point, enough well-off men will tire of neglecting their primal urges to fuck and love young, nubile babes and will begin to abandon the SWPL-acceptable life path of marrying older, overeducated libarts careerist broads “for the children” or to avoid divorce theft alimony payments. This abandonment will take the form of either a lower total marriage rate (which is already in evidence), or of an increased younger mistress rate. As Jodark presciently revealed, dowries may very well make an appearance on the American marriage market scene. Do you think feminists will be happy about dowries?

But feminists and their puppet masters have meddled with the forces of nature, and now the hellhounds of chaos are let loose.

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Comments Of The Week: The Parallel Universe Of Alpha Males

Libertardian (nice nick!) writes:

That article clearly struck a major nerve and it saddens me to see Aussie women have fallen prey to the madness as well.

One commenter shouts “Karma!” and the reply is: “Karma? For getting an education, having a well-paying job, having some drive, spirit and independence, living life as one sees fit? What a strange mentality to have towards other human beings.”

They just don’t get it.

Women have no idea of the bleak odds most men have been living with for years, or how disaffected it has made them. I’d guess the average beta, by the age of 30, has been rejected or flaked on at least one thousand times. What this teaches him is to keep a lot of irons in the fire and minimize his emotional investment in any of them.

He’s been brainwashed into thinking women are angelic and pure and like nice men, and admittedly that mindset is probably in his nature as well. Civilization, which we had up to a few decades ago, rewards this mindset. The jungle we live in now does not. The result is years of painful cognitive dissonance and, eventually, a pervasive cynicism born of the need for simple emotional self-preservation.

If he’s mature for his age, he probably even prefers the company of older (thirtysomething) women. They’re more mature than the ones his own age who are still partying and drinking and chasing bad boys, after all. But of course that’s a dead end too. The thirtysomething women are busy chasing fortysomething men with money, and when they want to dally with a younger man it’s hardly going to be a beta.

Our beta is in the 80% of men who spends his twenties watching 80% of the women go after the other 20% of the men. The kind of men he sees these women chase after, again and again, has been discussed at length here and hardly needs repeating. Needless to say, this adds greatly to his disillusionment.

He also knows about the 70%+ divorce rate and the fact that 70% of divorces are initiated by women, who need no cause for doing so, and he knows that the result is having half or more of his assets stripped. He may well have seen, at first hand, his father or another older man having his retirement cleaned out. No matter how “in love” you think you are, you’re a moron if you take on these odds. It’s like playing Russian roulette with five chambers loaded.

Someone once said a beta is like a baseball player who’s been kept on the bench for the entire game, until in the bottom of the 9th he’s suddenly called up and told to hit a sacrifice fly. Thing is, by then, he may well have dropped out.

He’s long since learned to treat sex as a bodily function, like eating or shitting, that he can accomplish with the help of some porn. He had to learn that during his decade and a half in the beta wasteland.

He’s learned to channel his passions into something else, like a hobby, or work, or volunteering. Indeed he can do whatever the hell he wants, outside of work, all day every day. Women, meanwhile, take it for granted that men are supposed to do things they don’t enjoy in exchange for the pleasure of female company. Thing is, why is the guy going to volunteer to be told what to do and how to spend his money? Women have treated him like shit for fifteen years while they chased the alpha male bad boy. Modern society has taught women to be entitled to the point of delusion, emotionally volatile and manipulative to the point of being bipolar, and above all to BLAME MEN. So why, after the experiences he’s had already, is he going to want to tune into this channel 24/7?

And the blaming continues when the beta mysteriously opts not to shove his head into the trap. The name-calling and the shaming and the cries to “man up” assail him from all sides. But what does he care? He tried doing just what women said they wanted for fifteen years and his reward was a bowl of piss with a brown submarine cruising in it. Scolding him is like putting out a fire with gasoline.

Sure, some betas learn game and find success with women. Most men seem to take a quantum leap in attractiveness to women just by crossing the age of thirty, having a few bucks, and not being omegas. The point is, the scales have long since fallen from their eyes. They’ve seen the beast and they cannot unsee it.

There’s been some clamor in the manosphere lately about there being a false impression created by “gamers” that the currently operative sexual market is very good to men. This manosphere subspecies claims that in reality women have it better than men, and this can be seen in women’s entitled attitudes and their avoidance of marriage and historically high divorce initiation rates.

The sexual market is a roiling, turbulent beast about which any poking and prodding is best served by sterling precision. We have mentioned this here before, but it bears repeating: the modern dating scene has been, and is, very good to ALPHA MALES. Beta males more than ever are the biggest losers under the post-sexual revolution regime. Contraceptive freedom, social destigmatization and female economic self-sufficiency have joined forces to enable a sexual libertinism that redounds most beneficially to alpha males, and most disadvantageously to beta males.

What about women? Where do they stand in the rushing river of romantic license? For women, it’s been a mixed bag. Unleashed hypergamy brought on by a diminished need for beta providers and a contraceptively nullified fear of pregnancy allows them to pursue charming alpha males to their hearts’ content while delaying marriage or relationship fidelity until they are vaginally or emotionally spent and ready, if needed, for the Great Settle with some grateful beta who has wandered the celibate wilderness a little longer than he’d hoped.

As GBFM colorfully put it, this is the “Alpha Fucks and Beta Bucks” strategy. Be cognizant, though, that this is not the optimal female strategy, which, logically, would be “Alpha Fucks and Alpha Bucks”. Of course, only the hottest women can realistically achieve this ovarian nirvana.

The downside for women of the feminist-inspired and alpha male-co-opted sexual revolution is that false hopes engendered by a few fantastic nights with an alpha male can lead them to squander their prime beauty years chasing illusory commitment from exciting cads. Freewheeling soft concubinage also spoils a woman’s sexual expectations, rendering the second-best bedroom love of the beta male disappointingly meager.

And then there are the less attractive women, those who are caught up in the hypergamy house of mirrors but can’t find a way out like their prettier sisters. Has the sexual revolution been good to them? As a system conducive to gratifying immediate superficial needs, yes. But for long-term needs of the sort that are particular to women, no. A dearth of economically higher status beta males and/or maritally inclined alpha males has made it tough on women in both the lower and upper SES tiers, whose growing populations respectively of single moms and childless mimosters attests to their difficulties navigating the present dating market. After all, no woman REALLY wants to grow up to be a single mom or mimosa-sipping spinster.

So there you have it. The diagnosis. The sexual/feminist revolution delineated. Women, on the whole, have it better than men, but alpha males have it the best.

Alpha males =======> WINNING
Beta males ==> LOSING
Alpha females (.)(.)(.)(.)(.)(.)(.)> TREADING WATER
Beta females (.)(.)(.)(.)> PYRRHIC VICTORIES

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The Raven writes, in regards to the ability to influence human perception:

Professional shooting instructors have known this for a while. I have heard it referred to as “The Henry Bowman Effect”. Nearly every woman I teach to shoot gets gina tingles so blatant that you can practically see the snail trail when I send them downrange to paste their targets. Now, it doesn’t work so well if you’re a neckbearded fatty, but let me give you a sample of an email I got from a 24-year-old nurse I taught some defensive shooting to last summer:

“Now that I’ve gotten my upper torso out of the gigantic pile of bricks that took me out about 1/2 way through the day today, I’m trying to shake the brick dust out of my ears and get a clean thought process going…. aided by some Ambien so excuse me if spelling and grammar doesn’t match my level of intelligence. Maybe and I had too much time up in the truck talking, or I had time to myself to think about things, or I saw you with – but something has absolutely snapped in my brain- and I am in LOVE with you. I don’t get it. You’re not mine. You will never be, and have never been. I can’t help the way I feel. It’s almost like when I was watching you teach today, my brain was saying “he’d make a great father”, and when you were shooting, the brain was saying “He can protect you” and talking about your job stuff lately says “he’s a provider”… and not to mention I think your calves are sexy—– I think my ovaries and screaming at me to reproduce and I think they chose you. I don’t actually WANT children, but you get it. That’s where I’m at. I love you for who you are, and how you’re a friend to me, but then my body wants to jump in and decide that you’d be the perfect sperm for me? It’s a little fucked up but I’m becoming more aware of these weird biohealth things going on with my hormonal 24 year old body. I’m hornier than ever, I cry at Gerber baby commercials, and watching my sister breastfeed makes MY boobs sore. How is this fair?!?!? This is wrong on so many levels. You are happily married. I WANT to be happily married to . I eventually wouldn’t mind children (distant future), but I can’t figure out why today I had to come to terms with the reality that I LOVE you but nothing will ever change (as It should NOT). That kiss was phenomenal, but far too short. All that really did was jab a knife into my already aching heart that I can’t kiss you every time I leave, or when I say hello, or good morning. It makes me sad I’m actually crying right now and this is fucked up..

Even more so, I will get married in the future and unless he’s a complete douche, you guys will be invited to the wedding. I’ll be in my poofy dress and you in a suit and you’ll come up for a dance and we’ll just look at eachother and *sigh* because I’ll be secretly wishing it was you. Do you know how FUCKED UP THAT IS??? I will love my husband, and he will be great- but there is already a man out there that I think would make a good partner for me. That’s not supposed the way it’s supposed to work. I have more thoughts but I cant even type sentences anymore. I’m sorry.

Peace out.”

I saved that email just because it was such a classic example of HBS.

Anyway – the other chick was practically humping my leg too. It’s a hazard that has served me well.

The Raven

I’ve often wondered what would happen to the sexual reciprocity continuum if beta males discovered en masse how boldly and shamelessly women throw themselves at the few alpha males in their midst. Would it rip wide open the fragile sperm-vagine fabric and create a wormhole leading to an alternate dimension where white knighting was a mockable offense and no beta male, anywhere, ever again paid for a date or wrote sappy love poems? Would princess pedestals shatter like the cymbal crash in a symphony, freeing men’s minds of hallucinatory dreamscapes? The female id uncaged is a sight to behold, crueler and more subversive than the reckless thrashing of the unchained male id, and it’s with good reason civilization only flourished once it was patrolled and the pleasure of its vessels redistributed.

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Comment Of The Week: The Manufactured Alpha Male

Days of Broken Arrows hits the solar plexus with his glaring insight:

I’ll take this a step further. If a man isn’t around to dominate a woman, a woman will find something else to control her. Her “crazy” schedule which is always overbooked (by her). The demanding boss. Her career in general. Her pets’ needs. An eating disorder. Etc.

If you’ve spent any time around careerist, childless SWPL chicks, you’ll know how they LOVE LOVE LOVE to fill their empty lives with happy hours, wine tasting events, language and cooking classes, animal shelter volunteer work, marathon training, book club administration, birthdays, anniversaries, reunions, get-togethers discussing birthdays, anniversaries and reunions… fuck, they even set aside time to listen to their BFFs gripe about their asshole boyfriends. Their calendars are a pastiche of pastel-colored activity blocks. An unbooked schedule may as well be a black hole in her heart. The urban girl’s worst nightmare is having nothing to do but be alone with her thoughts. The horror! All these ultimately useless time fillers substitute for the presence of a masterful, dominating man who would normally be the unbendable, calming force giving meaning to her life. Unfortunately, the world is teeming with beta males who can’t compete with her true lord and master: the need to bitch about how much stress she’s under.

Left side of the bell curve chicks find their missing lord and master in cheesy poofs and meth and bastard spawn they can enroll in toddler whore pageants.

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YaReally gets a runner-up nod because his comment made me chuckle.

Submissive girls like to be dominated because they’re submissive. Dominant girls like to be dominated because it’s so rare that a man CAN dominate them.

My natural buddy and I have done some pretty fucked up things to girls both in and out of the bedroom, just to see what we can get away with. It would blow most people’s minds what girls will do when you’re congruent with leading them.

The congruency is the key. Chicks will test to see if you’re full of shit or not. But if you’re congruent with being their master, to your core, the floodgates open. A big part of it is 1) understanding that women are sexual creatures and 2) not judging them for it.

I have literally shit on a girl lol and that’s not the worst thing I’ve done. It’s pretty hard to take the uppity “treat me like a lady and consider my opinion” types seriously after you’ve crossed certain lines lol and they can sense that.

I don’t think this blog will ever reach mainstream respectability as long as I continue posting stuff like this. And that’s a point of pride. Winning!

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Comment Of The Week

William writes (in relation to the observation that asexual ghouls have a barely concealed hatred for “fuckhounds”):

It’s sad how society has beaten down male sexuality to the point where wanting sex is seen in the same light as being obsessed with sex.

Self-proclaimed (and self-celebrated) asexuals and feminists have a lot in common. The animating force for both is an intense loathing of male* desire.

*correction: straight male desire.

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Comment Of The Week

Mark C sez:

The essence of uncaring assholery is simple. “And?”

“I have a boyfriend” “And?”
I want to see that chick-flick.” “And?”
“You don’t love me” “And?”
“you don’t care about my needs” “And?”
“I wish you would shave your mustache so I can see your face” “And”
“You would look so much better if you dressed like _______” “And?”

In my experience, that one simple word, accompanied by a smirk and a raised eyebrow, is the single most powerful word in the English language. Even more effective than “I dont care” because it encapsulates “I dont care” within it, along with a whole host of other phrases.

This is a good singular example of the tactical essence of uncaring assholery. “And?” is ambiguous. “And?” is ambivalent. “And?” is mischievous. “And?” is all the things women love in men.

If you are new to the game of uncaring assholery, and struggle to say the right words at the right time, have ready in your back pocket the simple expedient of “And?”, for use when your state control is challenged by a curious woman. It is practically failsafe.

Beware overuse, though this warning applies to just about any game tactic. Try to resist the temptation to lean too heavily on an effective rapport technique, because when you witness the results you’ll be greatly tempted, indeed. But remember, chicks dig unpredictability, too.

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