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Any remnants of white masculinity in the American culture are being swept away for good. Commenter JohnnySixpack relates,

I was in a “compassionate communication” workshop today (required of all hospital providers here)

To get through it, I amused myself by tallying up the race/sex pairings in the powerpoints. One of the more egregious segments was on “medical literacy” and how patients don’t understand what we are telling them. All patients were described at having a 7th grade reading level or lower.

The scenarios were depicted thusly:

Black male doctor to white male
Hispanic male doctor to white female
White female doctor to white male
Black female doctor to white female

Insidious.

And invidious. The anti-white man propaganda is bad enough, but then one steps back and is forced to ask himself, “What the hell is a compassionate communication workshop, and why does it vaguely sound like humiliation torture to strip men of any desire to express their manhood?” Then of course one wonders if the pegged 7th grade reading level for the typical hospital patient is perhaps a bit too generous.

Ah well. This waking nightmare will have its reckoning soon. The craven disfigured beasts devouring the last shreds of cultural goodness seem to get hungrier with each swallow. They hunch over the carcass of their nation with a purpose that belies any hope of compromise. They will eat until nothing’s left, or they will be made prey themselves.

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In London, epicenter of European poz, there are adult baby parties. In Poland, sex change freaks run for office. And in New York, there is preschool for adults.

I have a grand unifying theory explaining the infantilization (and its cousin, androgynization) of late-stage secular Western societies.

In the not-terribly-distant past, 4K-8K years ago, at the dawn of agriculture, geneticists discovered that only 1 in 17 men got to reproduce. (Female hyperdrivegamy alert.)

17 men did it all for the nookie; only 1 in 17 men got the nookie. Now that’s a tough dating scene. Your negs had better be thermonuclear. Imagine a pickup convo from 5,000BC.

Man #16: You have nice eyes. Especially the left one.
Fertile Crescent Cutie: Where are your two bags of grain?
Man #16: I got your two grain bags right here, bish. Hoo-ah!

Agriculture allowed for the massive accumulation of material possessions by a few (lucky? gifted? both?) alpha males, which resulted in a lot of inequality among men and a lot of women deciding that fucking and bearing the children as a shared concubine of one bling-plastered alpha male was preferable to being the only wife of a doting beta male. But I’m sure somehow today’s feminists can twist this punishing reality into evidence that those 16 sexless ancestral men oppressed all those women sleeping with the town big man.

This tremendous reproductive skew caused a genetic bottleneck. Many men did not pass on their genes. We today are the product of a few male winners and their armies of adoring female fans from the fertile crescent long ago.

So what does this all have to do with modern Western infantilization? Hang tight. For the past few hundred years, maybe more, maybe less, the dating and reproductive scenes in white Western Europe and socially similar satellites have been mostly egalitarian. The age of the 1-in-17 Poonmaster was over. Many beta males got sex and a chance to leave a genetic legacy. Yeah, there was still cuckoldry, and plenty of betas likely had to endure the very special torments of the friendzone, but by and large humans had entered a new epoch marked by the inclusion of many more beta males into the sexytime folds.

So, for a long time after the close of the era of the big man, a lot of “lesser” men who would’ve failed in the 1-in-17 dating scene flourished in the 1-in-1 or 1-in-2 dating scenes, enough to change the water quality of future generations of the gene pool. Civilization arose with the rise of the beta male invested in a family and in a community of like-minded men who did not, for the most part, present a poaching threat to the individual beta family man. This was the Golden Age. Its blessings did not visit all parts of the world (*cough* congo *cough*).

Fast forward to 2015. Beta males aren’t just ascendent, they’re established. The charming jerkboy is the odd man out in advanced Western societies. The few “big men” who amass ungodly wealth are socially constrained from accumulating an equally ungodly number of loving legal concubines. Or they themselves are psychologically beta, and so despite their large fortunes accrued by leveraging mental talents particularly suited to modern economies, continue having trouble seducing women.

We have, succinctly, a beta male surplus. Beta males have been so successful that they have literally enriched not just themselves, like the big men of yore, but have taught women, who otherwise would be their rewards for fulfilling their male Darwinian directive, how to fish for themselves. Modern women benefit so greatly from beta male cleverness and largesse that they are self-supporting providers — Woman, Inc. — and accumulate their own stash of materialist goodies. The modern dating market, consequently, has ruptured. Self-sufficiency has freed women to more hotly pursue the dark side of their sex’s reproductive dichotomy — to pursue and fall in love with the charming cad with charming cad genes who makes them tingle even as they’re footing the full dinner bill for his company.

Generations of breeding for beta males with supercharged beta male characteristics has resulted in something akin to overbreeding among some breeds of dogs. What once was a useful animal, like the bulldog, has turned into a cartoon simulacrum of a dog. Now the breed can hardly run or breathe without splattering the walls in drool.

So it is with Western beta males, splattering the walls with their sperg sputum. They are overbred. Now the breed can hardly function in the dating scene. It needs help talking to women. It welcomes the leash. As a reflexive response to the stress of navigating a modern, mass secular society, some members of the beta male breed regress into the prenatal comforts of adult infantilization. If they personally haven’t regressed, they condone those who have and oppose those who would shame them into acting more masculine.

Some women regress, too. Modern women, after all, possess some of those super beta male genes as well.

Now times are starting to get tough. Diversity and globalization stress fractures are showing. That beta male surplus has become a liability, like an albatross hanging around the necks of suicidal Western nations. Reproductively culling some of these beta males used to be good for business during down times, from a culture-wide perspective. When all of them breed into an environment in flux, weird behavioral anomalies begin to manifest. Bronies. Trannies. Autists. The total societal embrace of gay marriage. Adult preschools. Diaper parties. Comic Con. New atheists. Manboobs. Male feminists. Amanjaw Marcuntte. SJWs. Bryan Caplan. Juggalos. Miscegenation cheerleading. Cuckold fetishists. Fat Walmartians.

Women have an instinct which influences their competing hindbrain desires for betas or alphas. This instinct, acting on the subconscious, pushes them away from beta males when beta males have outlived their usefulness, as I believe is currently the operating paradigm in decrepit first world open borders self-flagellating elite-infighting capitalist bazaars.

Psychological infantilization, essentially, is one of the processes by which the excess beta males in modern secular societies subconsciously “self-cull”. War and religious fanaticism are other methods of beta male self-culling, but the former has fallen into disrepute, and the latter, while on the upswing, isn’t yet the unconquerable force that will change the face of the West forever. (But it’s getting there.) Turning gay, in practice or in habit, is another way marginal beta males remove the worst pain of the sting of sexual rejection.

All this is to say….

Game can save lives civilizations.

PS A society overrun with too many breeding beta males can also produce men who go the opposite way and try to maximize signals of masculinity.

The busier and more crowded with males a society becomes, the more competition there is and the more flamboyant the badges are [i.e., hipster beards].

The modern male not only has to vie with hundreds of fellow males in the real world but has to stand out from potentially thousands of rivals online, so clean-shaven men [may] well be turning off women drawn to seemingly powerful men.

“When you live in a small group where everyone knows everyone because of repeated interactions, there is no need to signal quality and competitiveness via ornaments,” he said.

“In large groups where individuals are surrounded by strangers, we need a quick reliable tool to evaluate someone’s strength and quality, and that’s where these elaborate ornaments come in.

Bronies or try-hard hipsters. We truly live in a Gelded Age.

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I’m seeing more middle-aged and older white women with pink, green, and purple dyed hair.

I’ll keep this short and sweet: It won’t help, ladies.

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Beta Or Gay?

It used to be easy to tell beta males apart from gay males. Betas had their issues with women — social awkwardness, anxiety, inexperience at the art of courtship — but you never mistook their deficiencies for latent homosexuality. Through the sperg haze of their betatude, it was still clear these were guys who were attracted to women and loved to be around pretty girls, (maybe loved them too much, leading to a lack of state control in the company of beautiful babies).

But that was then. This is now:

The onesie party is bad enough, but that ball-crunching leg cross by the guy in the white jammies… jeeeeeezus. I wonder if he looks at his own penis through a system of mirrors, lest he faint from direct sight of it?

Generation Self-Castration. A low T epidemic is sweeping the white West. Pretty soon we’ll be talking about survivalist holdouts with abnormally high T levels in the 5-10 ng/dl range.

So…. these three males: Beta or gay?

The woman-thing appears to be a pear-shaped Lena Dunham clone. All this gaybeta/betagay excitement will not rouse her hamster even a little bit from its slumber, nor will an effervescent tingle circumnavigate her arid tomb chute this night.

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The streets are getting overrun with hipsters puffing limp-wristedly on electronic, cigar-shaped vaporizers. Now the unmuscled, orally-fixated white hipster signals his approach with a little blue LED light and a swirl of nicotine/weed steam emanating from his smelly beard. Are there that many former hipster smokers trying to quit, or is the vape pen just another SWPL attempt to ape actual coolness in an age of anti-racism schoolmarms and sexually ambiguous male feminists? “Vape bars” aren’t far behind.

I recently bought a foot-long vape pipe. I don’t intend to smoke it. I’ll just have it worked into an illustrious pendant worn as a mating cue to passing ladies. Vape rape. 😎

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For those of you new to the Chateau, the rationalization hamster (original hamster — O.H. — introduced here) is a descriptive term for the typical woman’s tendency to rationalize her decisions to fulfill herself sexually such that her personal culpability in making the sex happen is removed or reduced. Since that original definition, the rationalization hamster has come to acquire a broader meaning, encapsulating all the odd little mental tricks that women (and sometimes men) do in service to their glowing self-conceptions.

Psychological projection, in its conventionally understood sense, is attributing to others feelings or motives that you yourself possess, but are uncomfortable acknowledging or unable to perceive in yourself. In dating market parlance, projection is a form of rationalization for an opposite sex’s idealized behavior. For instance, women often project onto men their own expectations and attraction triggers, fooling themselves into believing that what they desire in men is what men must desire in them, (or, similarly, that what women dislike in men must be what men dislike in women).

FYI, men, especially inexperienced beta males, project their desires onto women as well, though this particular self-deception is more commonly found in use among women, (for reasons that have been explained in previous posts, namely, the paradox that women have more to gain from their self-deception). A good example of a low N beta male projecting his desires onto women is the man who believes that women will only be intrigued by him for his looks, because that’s what he primarily desires in women.

The reason I bring this up is because I swoon with anticipation in presenting to you, CH celebrated readers, what I consider one of, if not THE, best representations of female psychological projection ever put to print. The article is titled, ‘8 Reasons Why You Should Marry The Complicated Girl’, and, if you check the authoress’s accompanying photo, the listicle was compiled by what appears to be a high testosterone woman with a glare so evil she could make the Grinch recoil in horror.

First, she begins by explaining the basis for her theory,

I am not simple. I am a challenge for any man, I will admit. As hard as I try to be the simple girl, it is just not in my nature to be one. I demand more from everyone because I see great potential.

I only want the best for myself and for my partner, so I will never just go along with some semblance of a mediocre, passionless relationship.

An unevolved man or a boy will always want the simple girl. He doesn’t want to have to work hard for anything, especially not a relationship. He doesn’t want to be challenged or confronted.

But, a real man knows that by being with a complicated girl, he will be better for it.

So, essentially, slander is the basis for her grand theory of male-female relationship dynamics. “Unevolved” men want simple (i.e., kindhearted) girls; “real” men want complicated (i.e., drama-prone) girls.

Her eight points are a gold mine of accidentally revealed preference… that is, her own revealed preference for what SHE wants in men, not what men want in women.

Marry the girl who tells you exactly what she expects and follows through.

Men who aren’t named John Scalzi despise domineering women. Women, in contrast, have shown a noted proclivity for enjoying the company of decisive men with leadership qualities.

Marry the girl who demands your respect.

Girls are respected when they earn that respect, not when they demand it. However, men who make inordinate demands on women do tend to get rewarded sexually for their impertinence.

Marry the girl who can talk politics, even if her opinions are different from yours.

Again, pure female projection. Nothing, other than obesity or a secret penis, kills a man’s incipient boner faster than a girl who is jabbering about politics on a date and is making a point of defying the man’s opinion. Women, otoh, do feel delicious yearnings for men who have strong opinions and stand their ground in the face of opposition.

Marry the girl whose eyes flicker with passion about a number of different subjects.

Translation: “Please marry me for the same reasons I want to marry you, oh passionate and learned man whose eyes flicker with life about a number of different subjects.”

Marry the girl who won’t let you get away with slacking on your talents.

Nag. Even a died-and-uncool male feminist will weary of a nag in time. But women do love a man who qualifies them as worthy partners.

Marry the girl who pushes you to be better every day.

Demanding potentate. But women do love a man who keeps them on their toes and away from the pints of ice cream. What she’s really admitting is that she wants to craft a man to be more like the type of alpha male who turns her on. This doesn’t translate into what men desire in women, though.

Marry the girl with whom you sometimes fight.

Drama queen. These kinds of girls love the pre-sex fight as much as they love the post-fight sex. Men just love the post-fight sex. Most men would be glad to jump straight to the post-fight sex without actually having the fight.

Marry the girl who is your equal or greater.

And here it is. Distilled female rationalization hamster projection. Pure femergy. Men don’t want women who are their “equal or greater”. Men want sexy, pretty, young(er) women with a feminine, more or less submissive disposition. It’s women who strongly desire an “equal or greater” lover, because women are viscerally attracted to mentally, physically, and emotionally strong men.

Post-list, the funny keeps on giving:

My dad always says the thing that attracted him most to my mom was the fact that she was smarter than him.

Gullible, thy name is desperately ego-assuaging woman.

Only a real man can say that and know it’s good for him.

Or a smart man who knows that empty flattery works on aging wives.

Don’t get me wrong; a complicated girl who is not yet mature will be a pain in the ass.

Define “mature”. (Answer: It never arrives.)

She will pick fights with you about everything, and you will always feel like a failure in her presence because you won’t know how to make her happy. But, with a little experience and wisdom, this is the girl who will become wife material.

Maybe the reason why men don’t want to commit to attention whores like herself is because they can see the writing on the wall. Just a thought?

And, once she’s at that point, you better never let her get away, or you’ll risk losing the best thing you ever had.

High blood pressure?

In some respects, this is one of the saddest, and most textbook, feminist limbic blurts I’ve read. Pained by men who have rejected her need for screed, she, like many women, refuses to look at herself squarely and instead puts all the onus on men to accept that they are really attracted to girls like her, and only men’s unevolved immaturity is holding them back from realizing this about themselves.

Yet again, a sterling display of a woman avoiding the consequences for her actions. The best thing she could do for herself — deep examination of her off-putting drama whore behavior and steps to correct it — she won’t do. Those eyes say it all:

“I am woman, hear me roar for validation.”

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Beta Or Omega Male?

Many readers sent CH a link to this story for inclusion in the Beta of the Year contest. But is he really beta, or is he that lowest of life forms, the omega male?

A Chinese man dropped to his knees for 30 days (and 30 nights?) in an act of contrition to win back his girlfriend. (No word on what he did that pissed her off. Journalism!)

The Beta Male of the Year series is meant as a learning tool. Betas are put under the spotlight to help readers understand the kinds of commonly encountered male behaviors that cause vaginas to snap shut. Extreme supplication like that committed by the Chinaman in the story above isn’t very helpful by dint of its rarity and absurdity. Most beta males aren’t committing treason against their sex in quite so spectacular a fashion.

What this is a better example of is a greater omega male at a loss for what to do when the love of his life (and probably the first woman to sneak a peak at his chicken beak) breaks up with him. He reverts to classic omega form: Prostration, appeasement, self-abnegation, and public humiliation. The funny thing is, he doesn’t appear to be an especially ugly man, yet his theatrics are so off-putting to women that everyone reading this intuitively knows his girlfriend is filling with disgust at the prospect of laying with him again.

Omega males aren’t all sexless basement dwellers. The better species of them sometimes manage to get girlfriends (quality control notwithstanding to the contrary). What usually distinguishes greater omega males from beta males is the facility with which omegas will acquiesce to their gelding and the energy they bring to doing all the wrong things to woo women.

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