The Look Of Lovelessness

Poor guy. He shoulda bailed with one of the bridesmaids.

Fame Game is all-powerful, so don’t expect many women to be able to resist smiling ear to ear when in the presence of a famous man. What you should worry about is when your wife can’t summon the same smile on her wedding day that she did standing next to Rob Lowe for 30 seconds (that we know of).

Game can’t stop a woman from auto-splooging around famous men, but it can sufficiently turn on her heart light so that she doesn’t look like she’s being forced into an arranged marriage with John Scalzi during the wedding day photo shoot. You want your girl smiling as broadly with you, in grateful acknowledgement of the sacrifice you’re making to be with her alone and to foreswear all other poon, as she would be smiling when posing for an Instawhore pic with 55 year old Rob Lowe. Or: If your girl acts like your groupie, you’re doing it right.

(This brings to mind a good rule for any kind of relationship: I call it the Smile Disparity Rule. If your girl smiles less than you in photos, you need a relationship course correction. If you both smile equally, have fun but don’t get complacent. If she smiles more than you do, she’s your love slave. Be discreet about your mistresses but don’t fret if your main dame discovers one of them. She’ll cry about it for a few minutes then concede she can’t stop loving you.)

More than anything, the photo comparison above exposes female hypergamy in its full flower. Ecstasy is her reaction when an alpha male so much as grazes her shoulder or asks for the time; barely concealed disappointment is her reaction when she knows she’s settling for ol’ dependable beta male who will provide her a lifetime of comfort and adoration. Not every woman will act on her hypergamy, but every woman will feel its tremors deep in the pit of her womb.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to reorient society so that informal regulations on the ability of women to satisfy their hypergamous urges are established for the benefit of civilization. Good luck!

At the very least, don’t be a self-deprecating cuck and act like there’s something funny or endearing about your woman swooning for another man while she looks at you like you’re ball-less ballast. If your wedding pic resembles the one above, prepare now for the inevitable divorce industrial complex ass ramming, and start sexting Schneiderman’s brown slave exes. Their nights are free now (praise be upon Trump and his long memory).

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Will No One Rid Us Of These Meddlesome Incels?

Ellen Pao, a dog ugly thing who could be transitioning to either male or female (hard to tell), wants to rid the world of incels (involuntarily celibate men; the female analogue would be insol — involuntary solitude) and has put out a call to liquidate the unloveable. Omegacide.

CEOs of big tech companies: You almost certainly have incels as employees. What are you going to do about it?

— Ellen K. Pao (@ekp) May 2, 2018

It’s not a coincidence that the ugly women bitching about sexually aggressive or socially awkward men are also the least likely to get hit on by those men. The point of the fake victim signaling is to imply a sexual allure these women don’t have; they’re so irresistible that they can’t make it through the day without getting sexually harassed or run over on the sidewalk by….total losers. It’s calumnybragging.

Pao Creatures are susceptible to narratives that men are tripping over themselves to fuck them, and what better narrative to assuage their bitterbitch egos than that an army of incels is ready to burn the world because our unconventionally beautiful empowered women won’t promptly give their sexual favors to UGH SEXUALLY ENTITLED MALES.

The Incel Revolt narrative is the perfect pao creature cuntfectionary, at once sweetening their egos and their social standing among other women (their real competition).

A wag sensibly suggested:

"We heard there were incels on our staff, so we brought in an expert." pic.twitter.com/BXD6I8R37M

— Justin Whang 🐙 (@JustinWhang) May 3, 2018

All this time that femcunts in the mold of Pao reviled this ‘umble outpost of love they were really saying they wished men would come here to learn how to avoid becoming incel. We finally have a mutual understanding!

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The Myth Of Female Cooperativeness

Gossip and salt and blame-shifting fault, that’s what older girls are made of.

Via reader Pepe, ¡SCIENCE! once again shits in the faces of feminists and pabulum spewing equalists.

This is not the place for this comment, but then again SCIENCE: Women are way less cooperative than men.

This goes against the leftist myth that the world would be a better place if women ruled.

“We confirmed a puzzling gender difference: men cooperate much more than women” [in a repeated Prisoner Game]. Also, cooperation doesn’t fade over time, as previously thought.

The numbers:

And from other study:

No doubt that men are the civilization builders, and no wonder why feminazis and manginas hate evo psych so much.

The Fuggernaut hates anything that disproves their belief that one day, soon, the Armies of the Disfigured will rise up to claim their equally distributed share of Facecock Likes.

The labcoat unearthing of the ancient wisdom that women are far less cooperative than are men is another step forward in the recent progression of scientific studies rediscovering the truths at the center of every stereotype. As usual, I was on top of this before the four eyes crowd…women aren’t cooperative, they’re (superficially) non-hierarchical, which is a different thing entirely (but shitlibs and femcunts are happy to confuse the two).

Besides the primary finding, there are two other results of interest to Chateau readers:

One, cooperation didn’t fade over repeated iterations of the Prisoner’s Dilemma game. I’d bet most of the test subjects were WEIRDO Whites, because there’s a racial confound to measurement of cooperativeness. If cooperativeness is partly heritable, then the disposition to cooperate will show durability even under the stress of PD games.

Two, men fight for dominant status, women are eliminationist. As I alluded to in a previous post about credentialism being inherently feminine and hierarchy inherently masculine, research shows men follow a “compete then cooperate” model and women follow a “compete and cast out” model. The two strategies exist because men and women have differing reproductive goals and sex roles. Men must gain status and then use that status to acquire fertile women and resources and to protect those resources from rape and pillage by competing tribes (which requires intratribal cooperation with other men).

Women don’t have the role of protecting the tribe from invading tribes or of accumulating resources to win the love of high value men, so their intrasexual strategy doesn’t require cooperativeness, but since men are attracted to young nubile women and are thus a persistent abandonment threat to women, the female intrasexual strategy does require competing against other women to retain a male provider. Ominously, because other younger women are a continual poaching threat, women will seek to eliminate them from competition rather than dominate them. Intrasexual female domination is useless from a Darwinian perspective because men aren’t attracted to dominant women (they’re attracted to sexy fertile women).

From a Game perspective, these studies basically reiterate CH’s Dread Game — the exploitation of a woman’s fear of abandonment for another hotter, younger, tighter woman via intimations of infidelity and wandering romantic interest.

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The compulsion in women to gossip and tear down other women when they’re out of earshot can be exploited by the smart Gamesman. The idea is to raise, in absentia, the SMV of the other woman your girl is bitching about. By raising her competition’s SMV, by the zero sum property of female ego credits, you implicitly lower the SMV of the girl you’re talking to, and thus raise your own SMV. The relative SMV comparisons, now structured to favor you getting the bang, are a key element of pickup.

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The Crone Police

The form and the function. Women abide the form, men abide the function. MagyarFaszALegjobbFasz (i’m as puzzled as the rest of you) has a great comment implicitly tying together the female predilection to act as Tone Police with the overrun of Western societies by Dirt World Dreck.

This is classic feminine TONE POLICE. Ask any married man, he’s heard this shit a thousand times. In her moral calculus that the white knight’s tone is actually worse than the Slav drunkard’s behavior.

“I agree with you but I don’t like the way you said it.”

This comes pre-installed in every women — the question is how high is the dial set to?

1-3 = girl next door
4-6 = bitch next door
7-10 = feminazi shrike

The feminine is all about the form, and has no respect for function. This is why most masculine men find women boring, trite and superficial. It’s why women love credentialism. All surface, no depth.

The mistake the British white knight made is that he paid any attention to her and treated her like an equal/adult and/or expected her to support him.

Never expect courage from the feminine. It happens, but it is rare. Remember, men move to danger, women move away from it. (That is exactly what happened in the clip too.)

She’s a child. She should keep her mouth shut and not interrupt adults. He should have signaled that.

I am sure heartiste et al have strategies to deal with tone police shit testing. Now would be a good time to share them given the obliviousness of the commenters on this post.

The Tone Police, or rather the Crone Police because schoolmarmish tut tutting has the effect of prematurely aging women and robbing them of their tender femininity, is a real problem in the West. Our Western White women are, among the world’s races of women, most severely afflicted by the urge to scold nonconformists to the reigning shitlib orthodoxy. (NonWestern women learn real quick what happens to them when they betray their men for the favors of invaders and effete UN monitors.)

It is inarguable that in general women are the sex more risk-averse, socially conforming, and superficially wedded to universalist norms of behavior. Men concerned with the wholesale abandonment of their homelands to invader ingrates for the pennywise pound-foolish siren call of cheap labor, moral preening, and real estate churn need to have strategies and tactics at the ready to disarm their hovering Crone Police.

As with pickup and Game tactics, the best defense is a good offense. Shit testing Crone Police should be answered similarly to how shit testing bar thots are answered:

1. Agree & Amplify (“I’M SO SORRY, I want our country to turn into a Third World heaven just as much as you do.”)
2. State Control (“Thanks. I’ve been working hard to improve my racism.”)
3. Dismissiveness (“lol you’re gay”)
4. Shock & Awe (“Shut up, cunt”)
5. Id Vivisection (“If you want to fuck him, just ask.”)
6. Amused Mastery (“I’m glad you like it”)
7. The Asshole Counterattack (“Was I talking to you?”)
8. Assume the Sale (“This isn’t the time for flirting with me.”)
9. The Aggro Asshole Counterattack (“Your ugly face offends me.”)
10. Amused Mastery 2 (“That’s Mr. Racist to you”)
11. Assume the Sale 2 (“Sorry, I’m not your type”)
12. The Disregarding Brush-Off (“yup” or “see ya”)

The take-home lesson is that you’ll always be on the winning side as long as you aren’t flustered or defensive. Be vigilant and prepared for the Crone Police, and you’ll never let yourself, nor your country, down.

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When The Jerkboy Meets The Tankgrrl

…this happens:

Too funny. This is how the alpha jerkboy treats the abortion-loving girl: with extreme disdain. It’s called standards, and beta males could benefit from having them.

Of course there are exceptions to the rule. The jerkboy who on threat of abandonment has persuaded his girl to abort their oopsie baby would be wise to accompany her to the clinic to be sure she follows through on her end of the deal.

Otherwise, treating a girl like the piece of meat she treats her womb is all around good policy for changing feminist hearts and minds.

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The Abortion Test

Here’s a good litmus test to determine if the girl you’re dating (read: boffing) is committed relationship material. I call it the Abortion Test, and as a measure of a woman’s commitment worthiness it’s almost as good as the Cock Count Test.

When you get a chance, pry her about her abortion history. Best Girls will not have had abortions, of course, but the CDC reports that upwards of 1 out of 4 American women have had at least one abortion in their lifetimes. (The White woman ratio is likely lower than that; the abortion industry disproportionately serves women of color.) So as an American man you have to figure there’s a decent chance your princess has had at least one prenatal princeling vacuum pumped.

If she confesses to having had a past abortion, gauge her response as she recollects it for you. Is she full of regret and pain in the retelling? She might pass as LTR material. She made a mistake and knows it; she still has a feminine soul.

Or does she recount it with the dead black eyes of a psychokiller, utterly unmoved by remembrance of the ordeal? Perhaps even dismissing it with a selfish “and THANK GOD I did, because I never would have made it through Lotsa Cockas University with my Slut Studies degree if I had to take care of a kid.” Double bag it and hide the valuables, because you, sir, are getting laid tonight! Just remember to leave before the first morning light and never contact her again.

A reader addressed the topic,

…people gravely underestimate the emotional damage [abortions] do to a woman, it leaves them broken, unable to interact with children in a normal way for the rest of their lives.   Everytime they see a child, think of a child, somewhere deep inside a little voice asks what would the child I murdered look like today what would it be doing.

…and the kind of women who aren’t emotionally affected by their abortions?…..you don’t want to be with those kinds. Those women have lost an essential piece of their womanhood, which they aren’t getting back. Or they never had that piece to begin with. Taking a broken bird like that into your kingdom is taking in half of a woman; and the half that’s missing can never be filled by anything a man could offer.

They are affected, they just won’t admit it, they are the most dangerous, they are emotionally ready to explode at any time.

With sexperience, a man will be able to discern which women are sincere in their insistence of emotional disengagement and which women are faking it to protect their tissue paper thin egos. I’ve met both kinds, and while the latter are more common, the former are downright chilling. An emotionally dead woman is a faint echo of womanhood; her coldness on matters fetal belies a pact made with the devil: the nurturing part of her feminine essence in exchange for a veneer of empowered self-guidance.

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Rent-A-Minority

A word about White shitlib virtue signaling.

You won’t rationally convince the White shitlib to abandon it. As williamk deftly noted, shitlibs live and die by their status; to surrender their anti-racism (really, anti-Whiteism) is tantamount to a billionaire surrendering all his money plus his company. It’s just not done without coercion.

The White shitlib is a member in disfigured standing of The Fuggernaut. Most White shitlibs are, if male, androgynous soyslops or, if female, manjawed skanks. They will rarely win hierarchical contests of physicality, health, attractiveness, robustness, sexual dimorphism, or general aesthetic goodness. Where they excel is in the domains of credentialism and sanctimony, two endeavors they take up with a determined gusto that would be the envy of any captain of industry.

And so it is that the accessible strategic ploy to defeat White shitlibs is through a shiv straight to their black, envious, insecure hearts: mockery. Unremitting, gleeful mockery that reveals their virtue sniveling for what it is: fake phony fraudulent posturing for pussyhat points among fellow degenerates.

To wit: Rent-A-Minority. This is imo the greatest troll site ever created.

Diversity On-Demand

Rent-A-Minority is a revolutionary new service designed for those oh-shit moments where you’ve realized your award show, corporate brochure, conference panel is entirely composed of white men. For, like, the fifth year in a row. Suddenly you’re being called out on Twitter and you need to look not-racist and not-misogynist fast. Actually doing something meaningful to disrupt institutional inequality would be way too much work; so why not just Rent-A-Minority instead?

We have a minority for every occasion. Whether it’s a tech conference panel, an awards show, an advert, or a business meeting, we will collaborate to find the right minority for you. All of our minorities have been vetted to ensure they are not “too black” or “too Muslim” or “too much of a Feminist.” We know how awkward that can be. Each minority comes with bespoke pricing based on a proprietary algorithm that analyzes current states of supply/demand and the Degree of Diversity (TM) intrinsic to the potential hire.

I’m pissing myself here! The website continues with a list of “Featured Minorities” that includes “Smiling Muslim Woman” and “Intellectual Black Guy”.

The genius of this troll is that it places White shitlib anti-racism phoniness FRONT AND CENTER in their own heads and in the public eye. It completes two objectives: it puts pressure on White shitlibs to deny the Rent-A-Minority message (“you won’t use their service? what, do you hate minority representation”) and it exposes the real reason for their virtue signaling: to look respectable to other White shitlibs.

PS There is a remote chance, given that we have descended into the rectum of Clown World, that this website is sincerely offering its services to benighted White men.

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Dick Jones comments,

Exactly – this is not a shiv against libs, or a troll site, as CH originally wrote.

The author – Arwa Mahdawi – is a stereotypical lib, and a proponent of “true woke diversity.”

On her FAQ page, she asks, with a straight face, “SO HOW DO WE ACTUALLY CHANGE INSTITUTIONAL INEQUALITY?”

Her proposed solutions are textbook examples of LIBERALISM IS A MENTAL DISEASE.

http://rentaminority.com/hire-us/

So we’ve reached the point of social degeneration where shitlib earnestness is indistinguishable from mockery and trolling by their enemies on the right. Sounds about right. The modren shitlib, swarth or unhued, is a walking self-own.

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