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Physiognomy is real. Which means bitchiognomy is real. You can judge a woman by her cover. As tomjones says,

In my experience, pretty girls have the best face/body AND the best personalities.
Ugly hideous bitches have ugly hideous personalities or okay personalities. I think there is a connection between the physical beauty of the person and the beauty of the soul. Ugly ones still hope that an attractive man will get them pregnant. Then, they can trap the guy.

The Bitchy Hottie is another one of those pervasive sexual market myths that likely has its origins in the seared and stung egos of striver beta males who received polite rejections from hotties and later, reeling from the plugged up poison of their blue ball hallucinations, post hoc rationalized their loss as a victory over a bitch. Genuinely bitchy feminists are also likely candidates for fueling this myth, given that God’s miscreations have an incentive to blaspheme the good nature of Nature’s winning hands.

Yes, it’s a big myth that hot girls are bitches. Some are, sure, (I’ve dealt with a few sassy strumpets), but on the whole pretty girls are nicer than ugly girls. If a woman is treated well her whole life because she’s pretty, she’ll tend to think the world is a great place overflowing with kindness and love. Many betas confuse hot girl rejection for bitchiness, when in reality most hot girls reject men in exceedingly polite terms. It’s the fugs and marginal girls who are nasty bitches when they reject the betas they think aren’t in their league.

Here’s a handy dandy hierarchy of what I’ve observed is the “Bitchiness Quotient” of women at various SMVs along the belle curve:

A BQ of zero means the girl is nearly always exceedingly nice without being cloying. A BQ of 10 means the girl is a fat feminist writer for Salon. (“HB” = Hot Babe. “PJ” = Plain Jane. “UG” = Ugly Girl.)

VHB10 -> BQ 0
HB9 -> BQ 0-1
HB8 -> BQ 1-2
PJ7 -> BQ 3-4
PJ6 -> BQ 5-7
PJ5 -> BQ 6-10
PJ4 -> BQ 4-10
UG3 -> BQ 1-8
UG2 -> BQ 1-4
UG1 -> BQ 0-3
VUG0 -> BQ 0-1

I hope the CH readers have noticed the patterns in the above HB-BQ correlations. First, there’s a general leaning among hot babes and ugly girls toward niceness over bitchiness. Hot babe niceness is explained above (i.e., it’s easy and fun to be nice when the world loves you). Ugly girl niceness is a result of low self-esteem. When you are beaten down by life and have lost all confidence in yourself as a romantic catch, you’ll be nice to people more out of necessity than good will.

UG niceness is similar to the Niceguy’s deference; neither one feels as though they have social elbow room to fly their hate flag or even show mild disapproval when slighted. Neither one would dare express their true feelings to another person or a group if they believed there was even a tiny chance their words would be misconstrued as anything less than fulsome praise or abject supplication. This is the prison low value people live in; a cramped world in which all thoughts are checked to avoid the omnipresent threat, always nearer for them than for their betters, of social expulsion.

However, one difference between the insta-personalities of HBs and UGs is the variance. HBs are rarely unpleasant. In contrast, UGs on the boundary between ugliness and mediocrity span the niceness gamut; not a few are repulsive bitches, having turned to the snark side by an Inner Palpatine coaxing them to embrace their pariah status. Smart, overeducated UGs are the most prominent, and worst, example of this breed. They survive by banding together, so you will rarely deal with them mano-a-monster.

The BQ sour spot is the middle of the female beauty curve, smack dab in Plain Jane country. The 4s, 5s, 6s, and sometimes 7s are the girls who were born into bitchiness, molded by it, and have emerged from the other side skilled at lashing out in the general direction of any approaching man. Plain Janes have enormous chips on their shoulders from endlessly straddling that labial wedge between cute-enough-for-betas and not-cute-enough-for-alphas. The pressure of this wedge is exacerbated by the entitled self-assurance of the omega and beta males who hit on them without their consent, and by the evasiveness of the alpha males who toy with them with their consent.

Plain Janes are as likely, if not more likely, to be bitches as to be half-hearted nicegirls, and when they’re bitches they aim to be the biggest bitches on earth. The Plain Jane is occasionally nice, but then only to men well out of her league, for whom she nurses an unreasonable expectation of reciprocated desire, partly inflamed by the paternal kindness of these men toward her. To all others, including hot women, the Plain Jane is an annoying cockblock too full of herself, unless she has been blessed with a predisposition for circumstance-immune niceness.

High BQ PJs often wind up childless spinsters by their mid-30s because they couldn’t suffer the indignity of settling, especially if they have wasted their prime nubility years on a quixotic quest to ensnare alpha cock beyond the pump and dump statute of relegation. HBs don’t settle (much), and the UG’s gratitude for any man, however lowly, who shows her love overrides her distaste for settling.

Aging beauties are another demo that has a high BQ. Totally understandable, if still noxious. The 21-year-old HB8 who by inevitability of age has degraded to a PJ6 as early as her 30th birthday is right down there with the overeducated UG0 in quickness to resort to repellent bitchiness for no apparent reason. The cunty cougar and odious spinster aren’t stereotypes for nothing.

Ya know, patriarchy would solve all these problems that bedevil mediocre women.

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This is an entertaining and topical remix of an old classic.

Artist: CHAD Prather.

The Chad Alliance is real.

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Slut eye is real.

It really is easy to identify a slut by her appearance and mannerisms.

Yes, Vaginia, ¡SCIENCE! confirms the wisdom of the womanizers: You can tell long before she’s tapped your bank account if a woman is commitment-worthy, or courtesan-dirty.

What your face says about your mating preferences

Three-quarters of people can tell your mating preferences just from looking at your face. […]

Men who have large noses, square jaws and small eyes, are apparently telling the world they prefer short-term relationships, research finds.

Women with larger lips and wide eyes are sending the same short-term relationship signal — whether they like it or not.

I.e., more neotonously feminine women (the eternal ingenue).

The conclusions come from a study in which people were shown faces and asked to guess their attitudes to:

  • Short-term relationships,
  • one-night stands,
  • and sex without love.

Incredibly, 72% accurately identified the sexual attitudes of men and women just from photos of their faces.

Women who enjoy those three romantic options are more likely to be sluts than women who prefer long-term committed relationships. So what this study has revealed is that men can tell by a woman’s face if she’s inclined to ride the cock carousel on repeat and then spend her post-roadie whore years a raving neocon Russophobe, or if her lifetime cock notches can still be counted on one hand.

The study doesn’t mention it, but it’s a good bet more men than women prefer STRs, ONSs, and NSA sex, although I’ve no doubt our Fifty Shades of Faceborgian modwomen are catching up to their porn-satiated mansupials. Nevertheless, knowledge is power, especially knowledge of the sexual market, and it’s in every man’s interest (even the sniveling manlets’) to know if the women he wants to meat will go all the way right away or if they’re worth slow-cooking to a mushy suburban bliss.

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Felix Engelhardt is a huge open borders cucked-up lefty in German politics. But really, the story here is that face, which may be the consummate shitlib physiognomy, a perfect facial palimpsest revealing the libfruit worldview underneath. The chinless androgyny, the smug grin, the manletry, the skin pallor which hasn’t seen sun in years, the happy merchant hand clasp….it’s all there in a soyfed shitlib package that cries out for a punch.

I don’t know about you but my disgust threshold is triggered. This guy makes Pajamaboy, Matty Iglesias and Dylan Mathews looks like milk-chugging Chads.

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shitliboftheweek

driver8shitlordface

These two photos come from a news story that was reported way back during Trump’s 2015-2016 historic anti-establishment campaign for President. At a Trump street protest in which a road was being blocked by establishment tools, a driver slowly drove through the crowd, pushing them aside. A photographer for a local shitlib rag snapped the driver’s face just as he was ramming the crowd of SJWs.

Can you guess which one is the shitlib, and which one the shitlord?

This shouldn’t be hard. Shitlibs are attracted to chaos, disorder, trash. Sometimes literal trash, as we see above. The photographer who wrote the story about the driver running over protestors is pictured during a different time posing before a trash can, making the gayest possible gayface imaginable. Squeee!, as Scalzi might exclaim.

Driver Hate, meanwhile, will not take a break. That’s the look of resolute disgust, a man on a mission to cleanse the world of filth and scum.

Physiognomy is real.

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leftfaultlines

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The Left’s fault lines will soon rupture, bigly. Diversity + Proximity = Centrifugal Tribalism.

The only thing keeping the modren Left “””unified””” is White Submissiveness. The day that Whites stop bending over in abject obeisance is the day the Left falls victim to its internal contradictions.

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A great comment from safespaceplaypen:

The left’s intellectual basis has past its prime long ago. The philosophers and leaders that gave it its teeth have all died away. All that’s left is the remnants of its most dedicated ideological followers – those who believe in the principles but don’t know why; they just like it because it appeals to their biological dispositions. This is what happens when you have no intelligent or philosophical foundation to your movement and when your opposition has grown clever to your arguments/tactics and has adapted – you get incredible, eye-opening inconsistencies and contradictions, where the only thing sustaining you is teenage angst, a degenerate culture and billionaire financiers.

The reality about any movement run on pure feelz is that it will burn itself out spectacularly and in short order. As sspp writes, incoherent rage without intellectual grounding will fly off into the ether, untethered and fizzling out on the panting, red-faced, empty diatribes of bitter cat ladies and misshapen grotesqueries. The alt-right, whatever one may say about its tactics, has at its many nodes a real intellectual heft girding its memes and trolling. That is why it wins, and will continue to win, besting both the Left and the Cucked Right. Rhetoric is unstoppable when it’s wedded to Realtalk.

Rhetoric + Realtalk = Victory in War.

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Spot The Slut

Did you know you can identify a slut without mind-reading?

One major tell is the infamous “thousand cock stare“.

Look at the photos of these five women of varying sexual experience.

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Based on their physiognomies and expressions, can you guess which ones are chaste and which ones have all-access passes to the cock carousel? One of these women, incredibly, has permitted 150 cocks to rotor through her tunnel of love. (Which means more like 300 cocks, given the female self-report rule to double every crotch notch she admits to having accumulated.)

I’ll take my shot. From left to right:

Huge slut
Newbie slut
Avaricious has-been slut (the 150-cock count winner)
Dirty slut
Chaste girl

I base my evaluations on these indicators:

Left-most blonde woman in blue dress has that classic “over-happy” look that cock-addicted women put on to conceal emotional torment. She looks wound up. If you use your hand to cover up the lower half of her face, you can’t miss the aggression and anger in her eyes. And notice how she holds her hands; clasped and cupping her vagina area. With women, this is a subconscious revelation that her vagina is the center of her existence and she offers it up tenderly to the fertility gods, like she’s releasing a piece dove.

Second-from-left woman is black and fat. Hate to say it but those are two major slut tells. However, she has a soft, friendly face, marked by a natural sincere smile and open raised eyebrows. She might be a sassy ho or one of those rare down-home ladies who likes to snuggle and dream of starting a family. My guess is that she’s sluttier than average, but not by much. (She may also not have had many opportunities to collect cocks, because men will pass over fatties if thinner alternatives are available.)

The middle cougar in the red dress is my choice for Slut of the Group (SLOG). 150 cocks looks about right for her, based on her age, short hair, ruby red lipstick, slightly crazy eyes, and deeply cut dress displaying what’s left of the bounce and fullness of her cleavage. And if you look closely, you’ll see she has a masculine digit ratio. DTF! (but suppleness is running out, so act fast.)

The Puerto Rican chick second-from-right is, again, black, and all the data we have on the matter shows that black women are as a rule sluttier than women of other races. The neck tilt is a classic female submission gesture, presenting to the male for ravishment. But coy women with low Ns do this too, so it’s not definitive. However, her bangles indicate that she’s adventurous once you get her in the bedroom. And her manjaw is impressive, cutting a sharp precipice from chin to ear. Verdict: AY YI YI SLUT. (100+ cocks)

Redhead at the far right is the chaste girl. Modest dress, unassuming stance, little make-up or jewelry, and from what I can see no fingernail polish (or very faint understated polish). But the only features you really need to look at to tell she’s no slut are her eyes and smile, both of which exude a natural, unforced warmth. Her eyes especially betray an inner calmness and deep satisfaction. This is a woman with a one cock gaze of love.

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Have you readers taken your Chateau-educated guess? Good. Cross-check your results with the actual slut numbers from the story about these women.

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Let’s see how I did.

Blondie: 102 cocks

MARKETING consultant Hattie Isaacson, 38, from Watford, says her number put some men off, but not husband Paul. [ed: beta]

She says: “I first had sex when I was 16 and it was the start of a good few years of doing it regularly.

“When I was young and single I liked to play the field and have sex whenever I could.

“My active sex life did mean I picked up chlamydia five times. I was on the pill so I didn’t always use a condom, which was silly.

“I had friends with benefits for years and I slept with a lot of interesting people when I went travelling when I was 22. I’ve kept a log of every man I’ve ever slept with so I don’t forget any.

Eat, pray, slut for the pyrrhic win. One has to wonder about the mental health and fidelity risk of a woman who kept a log of all the logs she holed (so she “doesn’t forget any”). Her husband has to be either a supreme beta or a gives-no-fucks alpha with pieces on the side.

I’ll give my slut guess a “HIT” for this woman.

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Blackie: 3 cocks

“The final guy I slept with is the father of my son.

“I knew him at school too and we’d always had a connection but never acted on it.

“I was 20, and the first time we slept together I got pregnant. It wasn’t planned so it caused a few problems and I am currently single.

“I’m proud that I’ve only slept with three people — most people my age have slept with far more.”

Three cocks is low for any woman in our Houellebecqian Western sexual market dystopia, but it’s particularly low for a black woman. She’s definitely defied sterotypes (if she’s telling the truth).

I vacillated coming to a slut judgment (sludgment?) about her, but ultimately was too harsh. I’ll give myself a “MISS”.

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Cougar: 35 cocks

“Bringing up four children doesn’t leave much time for sex so for over a decade my sex life was virtually nil.

“I never cheated on my husband, but by the time we got divorced we were not having much sex.

“We got divorced when I was 33, and when I eventually started meeting new men, I loved feeling free again and was able to indulge myself for a while.

“I really enjoy male company and see nothing wrong with having an active sex life if you are safe doing it.

How much has abortion, condoms, the Pill, and penicillin altered the sexual market? Rhetorical.

“In many ways I am making up for lost time.

Women who say this are super easy. You’ll go to pound town on the first date.

“In fact, I would be happy to get my number up to over 50, I have no problem with that.

“Most men don’t ask me how many people I’ve slept with, but if they do I always tell them the truth and I’ve yet to have a bad response.

She dates needy betas with limited mate options.

“It has been a bit of a turn-on for some because they know I know what I’m doing, and I’m also not clingy afterwards.”

Sluts love to hamsterize their cock gobbling as a victory for experience over bedroom ineptitude, but the truth is that sex isn’t complicated. Leg spreading isn’t rocket science.

Ok, I was off on this woman, but to be fair, 35 cocks is still a lot of cock, and she admits she would’ve racked up a much higher cock count had she not had four children early in life, and then asserts that she would happily love to crest 50 cocks.

Nevertheless, she’s not the number one slut.

My score: MISS (on a temporal bias technicality)

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Puerto Rican: 150 cocks

ALESHA, 30, and son Justin, four, live in Stockwell, South London.

Single mom. Get ready for a no muss, no fuss easy lay.

She says: “I lost my virginity aged 16 to a guy at school. Like most of my friends’ first experiences it was awkward, but a relief too.

“At 17, when I started going clubbing, I’d meet and sleep with a man most nights. Men are usually quite easy to persuade into having sex.

If you aren’t 200 pounds or look like Hillary Clinton.

“I wouldn’t say I was addicted, I just saw sleeping with someone as part of a night out. By 20 I’d slept with over 100 men.

“I don’t regret my encounters. I just had a high sex drive. At times I felt like a predator. I do think my number is pretty high but I see nothing wrong with it.

I called 100+ cocks for this woman, so I’m giving myself the HIT. And it sounds like at age 30 she’s not ready to slow down, so she could quickly hit 150, 200, or more cocks.

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Redhead: 1 cock

FULL-TIME mum Lara Eventide, 35, lives in Uxbridge, Middlesex, with her husband of 11 years, Chad.

They have a son aged seven and a 20-month-old daughter.

Lara says: “I was in my mid-teens when I met Chad at high school. We were just friends for four months then, one summer night, we revealed our love for each other.

High school romances are often the deepest, strongest, and longest-lasting loves a woman will ever feel. Not all end happily, but all leave a permanent imprint on a woman’s psyche.

“We started dating just days after I finished school in 1999. I had kissed five boys before but Chad was the only one I fell head over heels for and he has been the only man I have ever shared any sexual experiences with.

“We first had sex shortly after starting dating. We were both 17 and it was really special.

I have counseled that it’s always better to have sex sooner rather than later, because the best long-term relationships start with a foundation of uncontrollable passion. The key, if you want to avoid getting hitched to a slut OR a prude, is to see evidence in those first delirious dates of your woman working hard to contain her sexual ardor for you if she doesn’t want to give her sex away too quickly.

My score: HIT

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I got three hits and two misses, but my misses were not totally off the reservation. This score reflects my real world experience; I have pretty good slutdar, and have never completely whiffed by mistaking a hardcore slut for a chaste, magical White girl. All men should be able to identify sluts, because knowledge is power. The moar you know…

A tragicomic coda: Maybe as little as sixty years ago only the 1 cock redhead would be considered by the general public a chaste woman of good repute and marriage worthiness. Even 3 cocks would have been deemed the work of the devil. Now, of course, no one bats an eye if a woman rolls into marriage with a long trail of cock memories shadowing her. If anything, a trad-chad who objects to dating or marrying a modren woman with a triple digit cock count is shamed for perpetuating oppressive patriarchal double standards.

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