One thing I have noticed (as has reader DoBA) is the incredible amount of hysterical bile flung at Trump by has-been ex-sluts, spinsters, cougars, and bitterbitch skanks whose salad days are receding in the rearview mirror. DoBA:
Re: Louise Mensch.
A lot of people don’t like Trump, but I’ve noticed a pattern in that the people who truly seem to DESPISE him with an obsessive fervor all seem to be aged ex-sluts. Examples among women I know: An old “rock club” slut who used to fuck metal bands passing through town; a former college friend who fucked almost the whole dorm hall and several professors; and the town slut who not only fucked but *dated* her high school bio teacher, then went on to be in countless wet t-shirt contests.
I could give more examples, but these are the most glaring. Why? Because they especially took offense to Trump’s pussy-grabbing comment. That’s right — the very women who were the first to actually get their tits out in their teens and twenties are now indignant in their forties that a man (OMG!) would actually talk about sex. Imagine that. How rude!
There has to be some weird psychological thing going on here. Resentment? Loss of power? Lack of control over the sexual market? All of the above?
I have three theories to explain the psychological motivations of ex-slut hatred of Trump (and by extension, hatred of Trumperica and its people).
Shame. Ex-sluts have to carry the burden of their sluttery and no matter how much they put on a brave grrlpower face, they HATE HATE HATE to be reminded that they joyfully acquiesced to alpha men like a young Trump using their youthful bodies for fleeting pleasures of the flesh and of the peak femininity.
The Wall. Ex-sluts try to ignore The Wall and their inevitable sex and romance-destroying impact with it. As with the shame of their sexual histories, ex-sluts don’t like reminders of their rapidly coalescing sexual (and marital) worthlessness. Trump’s well-known ALPHA MALE ENTITLEMENT in the company of younger hotter tighter women, and his implied DISAVOWAL of spending romantic effort on older women, is a constant needle under the skin of aging beauties for whom Trump is the visual embodiment of every man they secretly desire but can now no longer attract.
Social ostracism. Fact is, if Trumperica is realized in all its feminism-jettisoning, patriarchy-recovering glory, sluts and spinsters will have a hard go of it, especially in the marital market. A nation of beta males energized with a renewed masculinity and healthy male prerogative will feel less inclined to suck up to low value women or, worse, settle for them out of a misplaced sense of lack of options which have heretofore been drilled into their heads by the man-hating shrikegeist. Trumperica means the end of beta male thirst, at least as it is practiced today under the rules of our degenerate matriarchy: in public, with ostentatiousness and self-defeating white knight earnestness. The drying up of the beta male thirst pool will mean, blessedly, less attention lavished on fading cock hop stars by any man but the most desperately indiscriminate blacks. Ex-sluts will feel this social demotion in their bones, and they fight against its arrival — an arrival in the form of Trump and his aesthete army — with a passion they are no longer able to conjure in the bedroom.
The Jan 21, 2017 Bitter Bitch March can be explained, in part, as the mass hysteria of childless women seeking the drama in their lives that their childlessness denies them. Reader Days of Broken Arrows writes,
Women are psychologically built to deal with drama, because nothing is more drama-inducing that having to deal with a baby or a toddler.
But if there are no kids, women still have the psychological need for drama. So they create it. In most cases it’s in their personal lives, but what you’re seeing with this march is that drama being acted out on a mass scale.
This is ultimately the mass insanity caused by a country that insisted on women having careers instead of families. The fact that women now live longer than ever (thanks to the ingenuity of Beta MALE scientists) means there will probably be a lot more of this to come.
This is insightful. American White women — and Western White women in general — have the easy life, all whims catered to, all conceptions thwarted, all egos stroked. Their abject sexual liberation and child-free lifestyles — and recall the Chateau maxim: “the goal of feminism is to remove all constraints on female sexuality while maximally restricting male sexuality” — has made them yearn for submission to a greater dramatic power. Now that God is gone and the patriarchy is prostrate and supplicating boringly drama-free beta males orbit them like cosmic dust, to whom do these placated women submit?
Islam. Leftoid equalism. The cock carousel. And finally, they submit to incoherent rage fueled by the dying eggs of their childless wombs. Ashley Judd’s “Nasty Woman” recitation on stage at the Bitter Bitch March before a squealing crowd of whores and harpies is emblematic; her “poem” was a psychotic, obscene fusillade of nonsense and man-hatred. A more iconic representative of the inchoate mentality and emotional infantilism of modern feminism would be hard to find. A literal crazy bag lady screeched like a loony toon as half a million sympatico spinsters and sluts metaphorically scissored her cunty discharge.
Childlessness and cresting sexual worthlessness are the two unspoken, subconscious psychological drivers impelling the scattershot and scatterbrained “protests” of the women who went to the Bitter Bitch March. Not all of them; I’m sure there were one or two women who just wanted to get a coffee and got caught up in the crowd on the way.
Strip away the sound and nagging of the bitterbitches, signifying nothing, and you are left with the sad tragic realities of their lives. Childless Ashley Judd with the dead womb six feet under a mound of piling regret is Exhibit C(unt). Here is a photo of her ex-husband with his new wife, who just had his baby.
Leave yourself little doubt that this excruciating reality of Ashley Judd’s personal life — alone and old, looking from the outside at her ex-husband’s happy life with his glowingly beautiful new wife and his new child — colors everything she does. She is a “nasty woman”, but not because she wants to crush the patriarchy or Trump, or make a bold stand for on-demand abortion. She’s a nasty woman because her heart is small and black, poisoned with envy and regret, with nothing but ugly feminist anthems to alleviate the pain of spinsterhood and cratering SMV that consumes her.
A collection of modern America’s MASS SCALE losers, venting their pain and frustration at a man the media helpfully caricatured into Hitler reborn, descended on DC with binders full of slogans and chants…..and complete obliviousness to the real reason for their torments: an atomized society on the verge of cracking apart while their worst excesses are glorified and their true contentment demonized.
A nation’s women never self-immolated so spectacularly. As marriage rates continue to fall, and age of first marriage continues to rise, and childlessness follows in the wake of two decades spent cock hopping, paper pushing, and mimosa chugging, prepare yourselves for more hysterical female fireworks. There’s a lot of ruing in a nation.
The #BitterBitchMarch Bitter Bitch March was the death rattle of feminism. The truth about the sexes and their innate differences will have a resurgence. Like I predicted, this march #BitterBitchMarch was shitlib women’s “good cry” after a bad breakup with normal America. Out of their system!
A woman’s propensity to sluttery requires a favorable context before she can fully realize her puss-parting potential. Reader welcomerain introduces the sexual market concept of “slut velocity”:
I think the issue here is that we estimated [these women’s cock counts] based on cocksas velocity in identical environments, not absolute cocksas in their individual cocksaspheres.. The middle skank’s greenly steaming, mephitic slimehole is still attracting desperate losers, and she’s cleared the runway to accommodate them. The Puerto Rican may be willing to maintain velocity, but I’m guessing she gets even fewer takers than the white chick if they were in similar cocksas markets.
That number is what I think we read into their looks. Yes, accumulation of past cocksas affects their current soul-deadness and therefore willingness to be the port in every storm, but I think what CH was assessing was slut-velocity in equal markets. I know I was.
LOL. In slut humor there is great truth. Yes, I based my judgment on an assumption that the women were operating within identical cockas markets, but that assumption is of limited usefulness. Too theoretical, needs refinement with real world variables, such as the fact that white cockas are gonna pass right over black vagllzlz, even if the white vagllzlz is older, wrinklier, and looser. But in a black cockas environment, Peurto Rican chick can easily amass 150+ cockas because black cockas are less discriminating.
Look at the photos of these five women of varying sexual experience.
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:
Avaricious has-been slut (the 150-cock count winner)
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.
Have you readers taken your Chateau-educated guess? Good. Cross-check your results with the actual slut numbers from the story about these women.
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.
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”.
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)
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.
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
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.
Sluts do not come “in all shapes and sizes”; they fall into archetypes that are noticeable to even the untrained beta goober eye. This post briefly profiles the stereotypical slut appearance and behavior, with the caveat that these observations by yours truly are broad (heh) generalizations. Plenty of exceptions to the rules exist, and this is so because nature has deemed it beneficial to bestow women a valuable coin of the reproduction realm: skill in the art of deception, of others and herself.
For instance, despite my general impression that ultra-feminine girls are less slutty than mannish girls, there are certainly very dainty, coquettish, eternal ingenues who play men like a fiddle for their resources and pack on a surprising amount of cockage over the years as man-eaters in pixie’s clothing. So the wary (or opportunistic) man reading this post would be wise to use it as a loose (heh) guide rather than a precise schematic.
FYI, “cock count” is a lovingly scientifical term to describe how many sex partners a woman has had in her life to date.
Why do masculinized, liberal women have higher cock counts? My theory — one that will no doubt be validated by SCIENCE! in a few months’ time — is that the key variable isn’t the intensity of female horniness but rather the presence of female disinhibition. Masculine women, like men, skew toward risk-taking and have fewer inhibitions than feminine women. They are less coy about their wants and (probably) less regretful about fulfilling those wants (at least during the immediate aftermath of their hookups). And liberal women, like liberals generally, have a stronger novelty-seeking compulsion and higher disgust thresholds, which together mean they aren’t as prone to existential crises about noncommittal casual sex as are conservative women.
I don’t see that feminine, conservative women are any less horny than masculine, liberal women, but they are certainly less inclined to act on their horniness with the perfunctory freewheeling attitude that your garden variety slutty urban SWPL chick brings to the bedroom.
Men can do one of two things with this darkly dank information: help them identify which women will go all the way right away… or which women would make good LTR girlfriend or wife material. The two goals are mutually exclusive in the whole (allowing for overlap at the margins).
Be careful with this knowledge. There’s no free munch. Long-term, low cock count women are a much better bet for relationship stability (and hence, for paternity certainty and divorce theft avoidance). But those low cock count women come with a price: lower sexual drive. If you like to bang, and bang a lot, you may become unhappy with a chaste low N girl who’d rather dream of babies and gossip with her girlfriends than ride you through the night into the morning. One mitigating advantage men with aggressively high horny levels have at their disposal, should relationship stability be their primary concern, is that, as a reader has reminded, on average men have a higher sex drive than women anyhow, and it’s “better to ‘work [a low cock count woman’s libido] up’ (probable) than to ‘tame [a slut’s vivacity] down’ (not possible)”.
Men care more about any particular woman’s cock count in proportion to the length of time they want to spend with that woman. A woman’s cock count cutoff for a man is highly dependent on his intentions with her. ONS? No cutoff. Fun fling? A cock count higher than twenty will gross a man out (even if he won’t admit it). Marriage? Any number over ten will seriously make a man question his decision to nuptially shackle himself. Ideally, most (non-black) men would love to marry a woman who’s a virgin, or more liberally (given current sexual market realities) who has accumulated no more than three cocks in her lifetime.
One of the illest feelings in the world for a man is to find out post-cock ergo cocker that the woman he loves and committed himself to has a sexual history that would rival Genghis Khan’s. This feeling will percolate no matter how much his woman loves him presently or swears her fidelity to him in future; these are primal attractions and repulsions that modern society with its platitude carpet bombing and gogrrl glorification and emasculation affirmations will never banish from the hindmind of man. That’s why it’s so critically important that alpha males teach beta male buddies, and shitlord dads teach pre-brainwashed sons, how to identify sluts and exploit them for pleasure biding or avoid them for patriarchy building.
Krystal Ball, a “trickle down media whore“, was on MyGyn Kylly’s show last night to menstruate about Trump’s private “pussygrab” locker room talk and how it’s insulting to men (yeah right…maybe to her limp noodle of a husband).
That last pic is great. There’s Krystal Ball getting groped by the tart in the plaid skirt and having her vagina selfied. This is a woman who deserves to be “championed” and “revered”, right Cuckryan?
Lemme clue in any white knight betacucks who may be reading and wondering if ALL LIBERAL WOMEN ARE LIKE THAT.
Short answer: yes.
I’ve been to probably close to a thousand of these urban SWPL shitlib parties over the years, coast to coast and north to south, just like the one Krystal is at in those pics (except with more friends), and shitlib women are a sloot parade waiting for their marching orders. The hypocrisy of the typical urban slut is boundless, and effortless. They’ll feign OUTRAGE in the morning over some bawdy grabbadocio from a man whom the Politburo media has deemed the next Hitler, then that very same night spread their pussy lips for a selfie stick and suck down nose dildos.
These shitlib sluts have no shame, no integrity, and no self-awareness. It’s womanish herd mentality all the way down.
Every Amendment after the 10th was a mistake. They all have to go back. America wouldn’t be circling the drain today if the Constitutional tinkering had stopped at the Bill of Rights.
This won’t surprise anyone. Krystal Ball’s house eunuch husband:
What a fucking load of low T! Nice lean-in and desperation elbow clawing, once and future cuckold. Yeah no wonder she thinks men are “insulted” by Trump’s masculine banter. Her husband probably menstruated on the spot!
More pics of shitlib slut Krystal Ball. Here she is whoring for Israel. (All these personal details seem to go together, ya know?)
And here she’s virtue signaling hard for her black lover.
Ok, I don’t know for certain that she mudsharked with this dude, but I’d bet good money on it. Look at her face. That’s a slut eye-thousand black cock stare combo for the ages!
Tangentially related: On Lew Rockwell’s site, a great article about the RNC-DNC collusion.
Btw, this whole pussygrab story is such bullshit on stilts. I thought shitlibs were big fans of “context” and “nuance”? Point of fact: Trump didn’t say he grabs pussy without consent. He said women will “let you grab pussy” if you’re rich and famous. Which is goddamned motherfucking true. But women don’t want to face their sexual nature so starkly revealed. Freaks in the sheets, hypocritical schoolmarms on the streets.