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This is both a Game post and a politics post. Enjoy this explicit two-fer, because it’ll be one of those rare times you can witness the see-sawing CH haters implode from cogdis.

The reframe is a powerful Game technique, capable of stopping shit testing bitches cold, reigniting stalled banter, and easing the apprehensions of egg-guarding girls. The reframe is essentially perception management, in which one can alter the value of something (such as oneself) by changing the context in which that thing is understood.

A classic of the genre:

GIRL: I bet I’m not the first girl you’ve said that to.

POPE BUTTPLUG’S ALT-NEMESIS: I’ve learned what to say from girls just like you.

One more PUA classic:

POPE BUTTPLUG’S SATANIC TRUMPDREAM: Hey girl, don’t get handsy! You’ve gotta wine and dine me first, I’m not that easy.

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Swinging this around to the politics angle, we can apply the reframe to a current event that has shitlibs twitching with gotcha! tingles.

The story: A trickle down media dweeb and walking nebbish caricature Ben Jacobs got body slammed by a Montana Republican pol named Gianforte. It’s being reported with indignant tones suggestive of a major scandal but honestly it’s the best news I’ve heard all day! Who hasn’t wanted to remind these dorky uptalking shitlib manlets that high school never really ends for them?

The reframe: “A reporter was tackled by a Montana Republican? Don’t give in to fear and hate. If you do, the Montana Republicans will have won.”

Another reframe, courtesy of Gabber @CorneliusRye:

In the aftermath of this attack, I fear the backlash that the Republican and Alt-Right communities will have to endure. 😢

We stand in solidarity with them.

Post note: On cue, Paul Ryan has cucked his way into the news by asking Gianforte to apologize. If CuckRyan had instead said anything akin to the reframes above (instead of groveling for an apology from Gianforte), my estimation of him would have gone from AIDS VECTOR to T LEVEL DETECTED.

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“But I’m ALL Milhouse!”

Sorry, Milhouse, chicks don’t really want niceguys. They want jerks they can pretend are niceguys underneath. Allow me to introduce you to the female rationalization hamster:

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Reader mendo earned himself an honorary Chateau post with this gem of a comment in which he explains his “beauty-boning correlation” categories of varying intimacy.

Reminds me of a recent categorization I’ve been developing in regards to rating a women’s face.

Beautiful–making out whilst boning her

Pretty–looking at her whilst boning

Okay–looking at the boning

It’s hardcore cuz it’s true.

Okay-looking chicks get the “straight to doggy style” treatment and a denouement hastened by staring intently at the insertion point. Pretty chicks get missionary and eye contact, and a perfunctory effort to engage the cum-stumping kegels. Beautiful babes get a marathon lovemaking session afforded by a pre-date rub-out to take the edge off, deep passionate kissing, eye contact so profound that the iris juices commingle, and intimacy that makes it feel like you’re jizzing straight into her heart.

Related: Hotter women = better sex. And SCIENCE! agrees.

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Circumstances permitted me to overhear and oversee an awkward one-way conversation between four men, or rather between one man and three men. The three men were co-workers and friends (easy to tell by their comfortable banter) and all were cis-chad cis-dudes (one was black); the fourth man (white) entered the scene as an outsider, and attempted to ingratiate himself.

I should mention here that the fourth man was very tall and, though these things are normally outside my field of discernment, exceptionally good-looking. This detail is important, as you’ll learn.

Tending to my task, I got sucked into their conversation when it sounded like it was going south. That’s when I paid more attention and noticed the disconnect between the cleft-chinned outsider’s overall dominant male appearance and his weak, clumsy, try-hard bantz. He seemed unable to stop trying to impress the three men and every sentence he uttered came across more forced than the one before it. His joshing fell flat, and his anodyne remarks went unreciprocated. (Male friends, or even polite strangers, will at the least acknowledge another man’s trite observations with a head nod or a “yup uh huh”.)

It wasn’t long, but it only took about two minutes of this painful interlude before the three men began the process of blatantly disengaging from the fourth man’s effortchat; they looked around the room, at their feet, squinted, and exchanged knowing glances. Worse still, when Good-Looking Goober finally and blessedly took his leave, he had to do it on a rocket ship of cringingly awful parting words. “ALL RIGHT THEN GUYS I’LL SEE YOU GUYS AROUND…”…. turns to walk off, turns back again to say more… “…OH AND YOU GUYS SHOULD COME TO BAR [X] THEY’VE GOT A GREAT HAPPY HOUR I’LL BE THERE YOU SHOULD GO OK PEACE BROS”,  his head bobbing enthusiastically throughout his long goodbye.

I should add that the three jockos had welcomed GLG warmly, (like I or any other man would have), probably figuring a man that good-looking would be cool in all other ways. Then, as GLG revealed himself to have the soul of a beta male trapped in the body of an alpha male, a funny thing happened….his audience couldn’t help show their disgust. One man rolled his eyes while GLG bantzed nerdily. After GLG cleared from earshot, another man muttered “Jesus”.

The entire cringenette was a sterling demonstration of what I call the Assumption of Alpha Fallacy. For primal reasons beyond the conscious ken of normies (but available in technicolor apprehension to guests of the Chateau), we assume good-looking and/or masculine men will have the coolness of personality to match. When our assumption fails, we can turn almost cruel in mocking the instrument of our disappointment.

It’s a similar dynamic that happens when a girl meets an attractive man, assumes the best about his social skills, and is bitterly disappointed to the verge of spite when he stumbles and bumbles to deliver exceedingly bland rhetorical enticements like a typical incel dork.

In this sense, the GLG man is akin to the Illusionist Hottie, except what takes a few dates and a disrobing to uncover the normally concealed Nottie underneath the Illusionist Hottie can take as little as a minute of awkward convo to expose the Beta Male Soul lurking in the vessel of the Assumed Alpha.

The same awkwardness and disappointment that men feel when an Assumed Alpha in appearance can’t project that alpha maleness in his personality is the awkwardness and disappointment (with the added astringent of spite) that a woman feels when an Assumed Alpha’s charmless flirting doesn’t live up to her expectations set by his appearance.

It’s not wrong to assume a hot babe is an alpha female. No matter her personality, her hotness guarantees that most men will dream about fucking her and sucking up to her for the small chance of realizing their dream. But it IS a mistake (not always, but often enough) to assume a good-looking man is an alpha male based on nothing more than his appearance, because for men their mate worth (aka coolness) is predicated on more, much more, than their looks. The truth that lad and glam mags rarely explore is that men’s personality is a big factor in their attractiveness to women, and over a time spanning longer than an introductory glance and hello a man’s personality is MORE relevant to the impression he leaves on women AND on men.

Women simply have a lot bigger margin for error in the personality department, which is why crazy hot crazy psychobitches can extract a lot of loving and providing from men who haven’t prepared themselves for female dysfunction through the accumulation of a rich romantic history boning hotties.

In descending order of importance, here are the female attractiveness traits that men desire in women:

Beauty.
Femininity.
Sexual eagerness.

In descending order of importance, here are the male attractiveness traits that women desire in men:

Psychosocial dominance (game).
High status/fame.
Personality (passion/charisma/humor).
Wealth.
Good looks/height/muscularity.
Cleverness/smarts.
Dependability/reliability.
Sexual prowess.

Cool men are embarrassed to be in the company of a socially awkward nerdo, and when the nerdo happens to be a tall good-looking goober the embarrassment is felt just as strongly, but now coupled with a feeling of foolishness for having assumed the best about the goober.

That feeling is the same feeling women have when a good-looking man approaches them and destroys the illusion of alpha sexiness by speaking the language of beta loserdom. But it’s even worse, because women are more entitled than are men, and there aren’t nearly enough alpha males to satisfy all the women who want them. So when a women’s expectation of thrilling courtship with a man who APPEARS to be a top 5% alpha is dashed by his sloppy execution, she burns with resentment at the lost opportunity for love, and retroactively blames the Assumed Alpha for her entire history of dating woes. Her blame can shoot out of her in sudden flares of anger, in the form of a scorching shit test or nasty rejection and departure.

This is why I have observed that oftentimes the men who do really well with women are those who are very charming but aren’t especially handsome and are therefore unburdened by women’s expectations. It’s better to pleasantly surprise women than to unpleasantly disappoint women. The Assumed Beta with Game will arouse women to a deeper and longer-lasting intrigue if his alpha personality puts the lie to his beta phenotype. The Assumed Alpha, with inverse alacrity, will disenchant women to a shallower and shorter-lasting curiosity if his beta personality puts the lie to his alpha appearance.

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Hypothetically, would you care that much if your gf/wife/placeholderpussy cheated on you?
If yes, keep on lovin’ her.
If maybe, give it three months.
If no, end it.

HTHealstheearth

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Nick brings up an important topic:

It’s Krauser’s business, of course he’s going to say that. Most guys would never cold approach a girl on the street to even know if she was a “yes”. Cold approaching is game, knowing how to escalate a “yes” is game, “converting maybes to yeses” is game, but it’s not where it starts, it’s moving the goalposts for PUAs to distinguish themselves in an increasingly saturated market. Nothing against Krauser, just ran into him last week, but approach anxiety is hands down the biggest issue all guys face. Getting over AA and flipping stones to find a “yes” girl is game, even if PUAs consider it insufficiently difficult to merit their notice.

In my opinion, approach anxiety is one of the top three hurdles beta males face on the journey to romantic fulfillment. The other two are the urge to appease women and the avoidance of escalating sexual tension.

Basically, the three SELF-COCKBLOCKING ISSUES bedeviling beta men are all downstream of one character trait they share: fear of failure. Cowardice, if you want to be mean-spirited about it. Reflectiveness, if you want to be nice.

The Chateau has covered these issues, in detail.

How to overcome approach anxiety. (among other suggestions in similar archived posts)

How to overcome the urge to appease women. (among similar posts)

How to escalate. (see also)

If women can be sorted into three categories

-yeses

-nos

-maybes

then game is about

-securing the yeses

-screening or cold converting the nos

-leading the maybes

Contra Krauser (or whatever his detractors claim he’s said), Game is part of nailing down the “yeses”. A lot of men blow it with “yes” women — how many dates have you been on that didn’t end with sex? — and could use the aid of game to stop doing those things that cause “yes” women to turn into “no” women.

I’ve written this before, but it bears repeating: Game is as much the discarding of unsexy beta habits as it is the accumulating of sexy alpha habits.

Related: The three beta male mortal sins.

Also related: You can calm your nerves before hitting on women. This is known as Inner Game.

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None of the ugly truths discussed at CH are really off-topic. New research uses brain scans to estimate IQ. Mark your calendars. May 15, 2017 is the day Leftoid Equalism died.

Also not really off-topic: The Audacity of Yuge hypothesizes that the sexbot revolution could be a boon for America’s native stock fertility, rather than the civilization destroying sexual market shake-up I have foreseen.

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If you come at the Queen, you best not miss.

Details.

A private friendzoning is a punch to the nuts, but a public friendzoning….well that’s just a drawing and quartering of a man’s soul. Unnecessary cruelty.

A day-spa visit to the Chateau imbibing the lessons herein could’ve saved this man such a public humiliation. Not to mention spared him the time and energy he’s obviously wasted chasing a phantom pussy.

Remember the patented CH Jumbotron Test?

Every text or email or recordable instance of conversation [or attempted lip-kiss] you have with a girl must follow this simple rule:

If it were given a public airing, let’s say on a blog or a sports stadium jumbotron, you should feel comfortable with what you have written [or executed] for the world to see.  You should not feel an urge to wince, because it will be clear to everyone reading [or watching] it how alpha you are.  If the thought of someone other than you and your girl reading [or watching] your permanently archived romantic exchanges makes you cringe with embarrassment, then you are doing something wrong that will eventually lead to your girl dumping you [or publicly thwarting your romantic yearning].

This fledgling womanizer at the Rockets game failed the Jumbotron Test in the most cringeworthy way imaginable.

A word of advice to the men assembled: When the kiss cam swings your way, jerk your ice cream cone away from the girl you’re with. That’s far more likely to win over a woman’s lust than taking advantage of the moment like a weaselly beta male to steal a kiss that you can’t be sure will be reciprocated (many such cases).

Don’t try to kiss a girl in the public eye, unless you know she’ll return the ardor. The alpha male first kisses a woman’s id before aiming for her lips. The beta male gets it backwards: estranged from a woman’s id, he tries to access it by sneaking in an opportunistic kiss on her lips. Naturally, she turns the cheek to him for assuming her heart would follow his kiss, and secretly relishes the cruelty she inflicted on her hapless blue balled orbiter.

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