Women serve as an exceptionally accurate barometer for the measure of a man’s attractiveness and social standing. The hotter, sweeter, and more feminine a man’s girlfriend or wife, the likelier it is that man is charismatic, beloved, high status, and possessing those traits and achievements which other men admire and set women on fire.
Reader james1 draws a parallel between this truism and current events, in a comment reprinted from a Steve Sailer thread.
From steve sailor comment #27:
I know love can be a fickle thing, but I am sorry, I just can’t have much respect for Jeb over his choice of a wife. The guy was a wealthy man from a prominent family, not some nouveau riche slob. He went to the finest prep school in the nation. Yet according to his mom, Columba was the first gal he dated. From her bio it appears she might even have been an illegal. Yet Jeb fell hook, line and sinker for her. I wonder if it was the extreme differences in their social positions which allowed him the confidence to think him worthy of her? If so he probably couldn’t deal with any woman in his same social level or even a few levels beneath. No, it took an illegal woman for Jeb to feel comfortable.
I’d like to see Heartiste delve into this one.
Columba is powerful evidence of ¡Yeb! Bush’s intrinsic beta maleness. She is homely and culturally antagonistic to the once-majority anglo-germanic country Jeb presumes to lead. Yes, it’s true, given Jeb’s social status and great wealth he could have done a lot better. A LOT. But he settled for a squat inca who can’t even speak English and looks like a rock troll from the movie Frozen. And she was illegal. I absolutely believe Jeb feels like a worthless beta male in his soul and has horrible inner game, and this is why he only felt comfortable dating an illegal alien housemaid who made him seem like a DOMINANT JERKBOY GOD in comparison.
Do you trust a man who has horrible taste in women, and a lack of confidence in his ability to get and keep better women he truly desires? Do you trust a man who, in his choice of woman, lies to himself every second of every day he must gaze upon her apparition?
Do you want a low self-esteem, dumpster diving beta male with zero confidence in his appeal to English-speaking white American women leading your nation back to greatness?
Or an alpha male who, for all his flaws, has proven he knows how to get the job done when it matters?
Reader chemtrails gets us up to speed on the latest Twitter silencing of crimethinkers.
Randi Lee Harper reported Heartiste:
“Cernovich & heartiste were both reported for a single tweet. Not spam/mass reported. Tweet had a pic of a boy child being raped.
Boy child? Um, no. The “youths” all looked to be well into their late teens and early 20s.
Along with a comment like “boys will be boys”. Graphic parts were hidden, but it was enough for me to step in. ”
Lemme guess… Randi Lee Harper, fat ugly bitter feminist hog with multi-colored hair and emotionally stunted hobbies? Am I close?
I can’t speak for Cernovich or whatever he wrote. As for the offending tweet that I’m sure Twatter lardos were breathlessly waiting for to rationalize their silencing of a long-hated foe, it was a retweet of a photo first tweeted by a black girl who was crowing about one of her boyz in da hood forcing another black guy to suck his dick at gunpoint in a narrow alley, to which was added the Heartistian comment “#NogJob If only this was a Death Star trash compactor *sigh*”.
The pic itself was pulled from the gatewaypundit blog (which was forwarded to CH by a reader). It was beyond obvious from the context of the @heartiste retweet that disapproval was being expressed for the depraved nature of the act being valorized in the original tweet by the black woman. It hardly matters if the photo was staged for laughs or evidence of a crime in action… the depravity can’t be missed either way.
Of course, the mentally prolapsed sjw leftoids at Twatter don’t take too kindly to the sort of Realtalk™ nuance that shits on their worldview, so they resorted to their only effective counter-attack: admin silencing.
Why do these defectives and cranks keep getting hired as gatekeepers for social media behemoths? How hard is it for normal people working at these places to say, “No, we won’t be hiring this whackjob with the meth face and permanent chip on her shoulder. But thanks for asking.”?
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Responding to a commenter who suggested appealing to Twitter support to get the account reinstated, Kate wrote,
Machete don’t make appeals.
Precisely. It’s the loser freaks like Randi Harper who will bend the knee to their betters.
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Reader Johannes writes about his past experience dealing with the bitter loser lying freak pig-faced fatty Randi Harper. (Is that enough abuse&harassment for you, purple-haired formulaic fagstress? Remember, it only stings if it’s true. Heh.)
It’s Johannes here — formerly xmj@FreeBSD.org — the ports committer Randi targeted in late June.
I am not sure if you’re aware of what happened there, so, below to this post, are the tweets of our encounter. Today, I’ve sent a mail that I am, as a result of her actions, prepared to *shrug* and stop contributing to the community she is member of, and whose rules she kicks with both feeds (that’s the nicest way of saying it).
You, and the whole community you’re in, have helped me become the Man I am now; which is almost the Man I am going to be (Rome wasn’t built in a day).
And I’d like to express my gratitude for what you’ve done, in writing and in-field 😉, as, Game works.
Always.
On anyone.
It’s overlapping with classical sales, with classical business theory, … once you’re Game-aware you’ll find its practitioners everywhere, especially among the higher ups.
So, keep up the good work. You’ve got many many friends in Estonia. [ed: estonia! the women! tres hott.] I can’t even count them on my hands anymore.
Best regards from Tallinn, that today is full of sunshine and 8-and-ups,
Johannes
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Johannes: .@lattera genius phrasing. @freebsdgirl have your followers stopped harrassing
the other side yet? 🙂
Randi: Given that you’re representing FreeBSD in your bio, you might want to rethink
how you talk about safe spaces & harassment. @xmjEE @lattera
Johannes: @freebsdgirl Given what you’ve said to me in private, you may want to
reconsider calling yourself Online Abuse Prevention expert.
Randi: Ignoring problem people in your community because they’ve been there a while
doesn’t help anyone. It discourages new blood from joining.
And if someone is representing your project while actively supporting rape
apologists, doxxers, and harassers, they have to go. https://twitter.com/freebsdgirl/status/613097282418782208
2:31 PM – 22 Jun 2015 · Details https://archive.is/qHGkz
Now, I gave this to my lawyer, and he charges $200 per hour. Of course, he thinks I have a case against Randi Harper, concerning libel, fraud, misrepresentation and a few other Big Names that will make her a very “financially deprived” person were I to win.
But then, as I am starting my third business – the second in Estonia, in fact — I have better things to do with my money than chase small, overweight, unattractive women with a twisted mind.
Too bad. Here’s to hoping someone eventually sues feminist fabulist Randi Harper into cat lady destitution. These cunts get away with this because no one will call them out. Everyone cowers when a bitter spiteful SJW shits out another runny stream of psychological projection. The cultural climate has to change, the losers have to be shunned back to the icy wastelands where they belong, before their disease rots the entire social fabric from the inside. Will one halfway alpha man with serum T levels above death at one of these social media companies finally say “no” to this degenerate freak mafia, and deny them the platforms to vomit their obese demons all over normal people?
Chicks with six pack abs: A problem that is, thankfully, for now, small enough to tuck away for use as a hypothetical. But maybe not for long. It seems our world is careening toward an androgynous, sexually unimorphic hell, populated with femininity-crushing fatties or muscular femmes carving their bodies up to high-T specs.
Reader mac speaks for the vast majority of men,
i agree about the abs. don’t like a big beer gut on a girl of course but i’ve never been into visible abs on a woman either. i don’t understand why young guys these days all want their women to be ripped like men.
They don’t. They just say that for PR.
not feminine at all and ugh is right.
Rippling six packs on women are almost as nauseating as distended rolls of pork fat. Both obscure in their own ways the nascent feminine form struggling to emerge and soak up the sun of horny male attention. A perfect female stomach is flat, soft, and subtly terraformed as if to guide the adventurer to the furrow below it.
So while obesity is the epidemic destroying the natural beauty of America’s women, there is an opposite trend, much smaller but almost as destructive, toward hardened, fibrous, X-Fit borgs anchored atop a fulcrum of narrowed boyhips, tromping city streets in flats and trainers, shoulder checking personal space invaders, all the while denying the truth of their essential female nature.
The answer to obesity isn’t the masculinization of the female form.
Softness and slenderness, these are the gravitational forces of purest femininity.
Serena Williams would weep, but she lost touch with that part of her femaleness a long time ago.
Hope Solo wouldn’t weep; she’d just crush your nads in her clenched fist like they were walnuts.
Another sign that we are living in the r-selected age of a rising cad/tramp society (and a declining dad/damsel society) is the perception among women that having a low marital market value (LMMV) won’t hurt their long-term romantic prospects or rebound to their eventual unhappiness.
Reader duderino writes,
I broke it off with a fuck buddy a while back and she posted this popular meme, directed at me.
“I’m not the girl you’re going to marry, but I’ll be the one you’ll be thinking about 20 years from now when you’re having polite sex with your boring wife who fakes her orgasm to make you feel better about your receding hairline”
Try-Hard Level 99: Unlocked.
It’s weird to live in a time when girls brag about not being wife material. To me this (and the weird new pop songs) is a defense mechanism. Girls are giving it up without even a realistic chance of commitment now, and this was their post rationalization they had any power in the situation. In the time society tells them they are supposed to be empowered, most of them are feeling cheap and used.
That’s why women have to keep telling themselves they are expensive and factory fresh. The more reality harshes their mellow, the bigger the toke they have to take off the anti-reality blunt.
She wasn’t anything special, for the record.
Duly noted, and duly unsurprised. (You will hardly ever hear exquisitely beautiful and exceptionally self-possessed women trash talk in this manner. IM THE TOWN HO YOU’LL BE JERKING OFF TO IN TWENTY YEARS is the pained oinking of mediocre m’ladies and bitterbitch spinsters.)
A lot of this is sour grapes. A girl who has a shitty personality and little in the way of looks to compensate will find it psychologically comforting to pretend to herself and others that she never wanted those juicy wedding day grapes hanging just out of her reach. The best thing to do with girls like this is set phasers to “ignore”. The butthurt attention whore fears social isolation more than anything. If you want to twist the cosmic shiv a little before departing her presence, answer her womanly rant with a curt “gay”.
Donning the CH sociological omniscience cap for a moment, the turn by women away from selling themselves as worthy marital properties (and a concomitant turn by men away from selling themselves as dutiful provider betas) is a totally expected emergent sexual market phenomenon when marriage rates are down, age of first marriage is up, fertility is down, the Pill is up, and women can generally get by economically supporting themselves and their bastard spawn through SJW enforcer jobs or government largesse (itself redistributed from the efforts of reviled white beta males).
The devil is in the details. It’s the little things like this — woman crowing about their low MMV — which escape datanauts and statisticians combing through coarse sociological signposts for theories about where we are and where we’re all heading. In time, the little details of societal collapse add up to an epic story of shit, and an ending no one can confuse for fiction.
The life cycle of the Modern American Romance as told by commenter The Other Anonymous:
I’ve seen it so many times it’s not funny now.
– Beta, has his shit together, but can’t get laid to save his life
– meets a slut
– gets his first blow job after 3rd date
– boom
– drops his friends and hobbies
– before you know it he’s married her
Flash forward a few years – kids, house, divorce – Done.
I disagree with only one thing TOA wrote… it’s still funny.
At which of these dolorous life stages could Game have intervened and saved lives?
Beta, has his shit together, but can’t get laid to save his life
Game teaches betas not to rely on their boring office jobs and steady paychecks to impress girls. Game can help a beta get laid sooner, and with better quality girls, than he otherwise would have under normal game-less operating conditions.
meets a slut
Game gives men choice in the sexual market, reducing the risk of needing to settle for a road-worn slut on the beta bux make.
gets his first blow job after 3rd date
Game, and the increased experience with women, removes some of the mysticism from sex, which has the not-insignificant benefit of protecting beta males from making horrible mistakes on the basis of nothing more than a righteous bj.
boom
Id asplode.
drops his friends and hobbies
Game imbues beta males with the deep, almost spiritual understanding that getting women into bed, and into love, isn’t a miracle that must be canonized, sacralized, and micromanaged to the exclusion of every other nice thing in life. Game also makes a beta male more interesting to his friends, male and female, and thus helps round out his social life.
before you know it he’s married her
Game will help beta males with an eye toward building a family marry from a position of choice, rather than desperation or duty.
Flash forward a few years – kids, house, divorce – Done.
Game will reduce the chances that a beta male will get divorced or, if divorced, get fleeced by a cold-hearted, out-of-love, ex-wife.
A player’s paradise — aka a cads and tramps society — would have distinguishing features that wouldn’t be found, or wouldn’t be quite as pronounced, in a beta male-ruled — aka dads and damsels — society.
1. More sexualized women.
Is T&A the order of the day? Do culture-amplifying mediums like advertising and entertainment try to get away with displaying the maximum amount of skin and minimum amount of clothing on their female messengers? Are women (especially women in the limelight) all too eager to comply with the zesty zeitgeist?
In a playa’s paradise, we can expect to find more sexualization of women because women will be more interested in short-term hookups with sexy, charming, dominant men. These men have dating market options, and as any man with options will do he’ll demand more sexual license and physical perfection from his considered conquests. Women will respond to this male-centric romantic preference by advertising themselves as sexual, sexy objects to be devoured in a bonerbath of contraceptively-safeguarded desire.
2. Less sexual dimorphism.
It seems counter-intuitive, but there is cross-racial evidence for the CH hypothesis that cad/tramp societies are less sexually dimorphic than dad/damsel societies. For instance, in the world’s OPP (Original Playa’s Paradise), Africa, the women are more masculine and less feminine than woman from dad/damsel societies. Even within the dad-centered West, a swing toward more cads/tramps is associated with less feminine (where feminine = coy, slender, and estrogenically curvy) women. Female athletes are the best example of this trend… all narrow boyhips, flat chests, and scowling countenances hitched atop glass-cutting manjaws.
Why? Best speculation: There are two processes happening that reinforce each other. One, girls with more masculine features and personalities tend, on average, to be more open to the idea of casual, NSA sex, and probably have, as well, stronger, more insistent, libidos than feminine women. Two, men seeking easy flings probably target, subconsciously, women with “sexually aggressive” phenotypic traits, and that may include women with bodies and desirous leers primed for piston-like pumping.
In a cad/tramp society, men will prefer good-to-go, low investment pussy properties, because there’s less paternity assurance (and less emphasis on paternity assurance by both sexes) and because there’s less expectation that any romantic liaison will lead to a long-term, sexually faithful, commitment. In a dad/damsel society, men are expected to commit before receiving the poon goodies, (and likewise women are expected to avoid riding the cock carousel before receiving that treasured commitment). Therefore, men under these conditions will prefer take-it-slow, high investment pussy properties, which means more feminine, prettier, coy women.
The goal of feminism is to remove all constraints on female sexuality while maximally restricting male sexuality.
Feminism can be seen as both a happy allegiance to, and a bitter backlash against, a cad/tramp society. On the former, feminism advocates a social order that opens the short-term, sexual field to women, with the intent of allowing women the shameless pursuit of those few sexy, fly-by-night alpha cads who give them womb-shaking tingles. On the latter, feminism wishes to institute draconian, anti-male, anti-human rules of conduct that serve to straitjacket the romantic prerogatives of unsexy beta males. In this latter instance, the gimping of beta male courtship preferences — that is, the discouragement of beta males taking advantage of their sexual market strengths (shy, deliberate courting with long-term focus) — helps cad-chasing women avoid the awkward solicitations of any men other than those men who are skilled at the art of the approach.
4. Hatred of traditional sex roles.
A cad/tramp society should see more expressed hatred of the traditional sex roles that predominate in a dad/damsel society. This hatred will be found strongest among women who most benefit from the loose sexual and romantic expectations of a cad society: The middling 4s, 5s, and 6s who would rather enjoy five minutes of a higher value man scrubbing out their dirty dick holsters for a few weeks than the enraptured commitment of a lower value man offering financial and emotional commitment that these economically and egotistically self-sufficient women no longer need.
Cads themselves will also shit and piss on traditional sex roles, but they’ll mostly do this through their actions instead of the typical female strategy of verbal tumblrrhea designed to police thought boundaries and enlarge the conformist suck-up circle.
5. Hatred of beta provider males.
Concomitant with the above predicted observation, beta provider males will really take it on the chin. They are the biggest losers in a cad/tramp culture. Romantic failures, and hated for their romantic failure, beta provider males will have to find succor in waiting until their early 30s to marry a road-worn, cock-scarred cougarette on the make for a suburban sap she can latch onto for her obligatory 1.5 IVF-aided snot-nosed brats at the low low cost of once-a-year half-hearted birthday blowjobs.
6. More aggressive sexual signaling.
A cad/tramp society will teem with girls signaling their availability for hot sex from the right man. You would expect to see more tattoos, more body modifications, and more behavioral tics that transparently suggest the girl under consideration is DTF if you enter the correct all-access key code into her id-box.
Interestingly, on this matter, men will divide into two competing camps: The players and wannabes who emphasize their sexy male attributes at the expense of their latent romantic idealism, and the hardened betaboys who will cling ever tighter to their emotional tampon/orbiter game in the belief, usually mistaken, that at least one girl, at one point in their miserably incel lives, will tire of the cads and swoon for the beta’s earnest niceness.
7. Disproportionately higher STD rates among women.
A sexual market with cads and tramps at the top of the hierarchy would be sex-skewed in favor of the cads, for the simple reason that the female hypergamous impulse to mate with higher status men is more powerful and less malleable to compromise than the male impulse to fornicate with the prettiest girls. (In layman’s (heh) terms, men are more willing than are women to slum it once in a while.)
A consequence of female hypergamy is that once it is unleashed from cultural constraints, women will gravitate to a de facto polygyny, sharing the top 10-20% of men during their prime fertility years (15-25). What you’d find then, is a few cads spreading their venereal love to the larger number of women who lay with them. And that is what the data point to:
Overall prevalence of chlamydial infection was 4.19% (95% confidence interval [CI], 3.48%-4.90%). Women (4.74%; 95% CI, 3.93%-5.71%) were more likely to be infected than men (3.67%; 95% CI, 2.93%-4.58%; prevalence ratio, 1.29; 95% CI, 1.03-1.63). The prevalence of chlamydial infection was highest among black women (13.95%; 95% CI, 11.25%-17.18%) and black men (11.12%; 95% CI, 8.51%-14.42%); lowest prevalences were among Asian men (1.14%; 95% CI, 0.40%-3.21%), white men (1.38%; 95% CI, 0.93%-2.03%), and white women (2.52%; 95% CI, 1.90%-3.34%).
8. More women acting out like men.
Female teachers banging their underage and overhorny charges will be rampant in cad/tramp environments. So will women cursing like sailors, women posturing like drunken frat boys, women pretending to enjoy their slutty lifestyles, and women refusing the chivalric interventions of well-meaning old skool men.
Why bother cultivating the feminine traits when their usefulness has expired?
9. More men acting out like women.
This one is the mortal shiv in the heart of Western dad/damsel culture. What do you get when you (de)couple sexually focused, short-term thinking, masculine women with weepy, romance-starved, long-term focused male feminists?
The difference between manlets and manjaws is part motivation, part exogenous insult. Manjaws (unfeminine women) would suffer in a dad/damsel society where men were more discerning about which women they’d choose for commitment, but in a cad/tramp society vulgar, leg-spreading manjaws don’t take too big of a hit to their ability to find horndogs on the one-night-only prowl.
Manlets, in contrast, suffer a big hit whether they operate within a cad/tramp or a dad/damsel context. However, one could argue the hit they take is smaller in the dad/damsel milieu. So what motivates manlets in a cad/tramp society to stick to their feeble, flaccid guns? Perhaps their bitterness as SMV rejects creates a negative feedback loop exaggerating their impetus to unmanly posturing. Sort of like how a bullied kid will retreat deeper into solitude and fantasies of self-actualization.
But the reason may be more concrete than that psychological trawling. Post-America Manlettery (PAM!) could be the consequence of an all-out, all-points environmental estrogenic assault by the chemicals and Hivemind propaganda we all profoundly breathe and ingest on the daily.
Bottom line: Masculine women and feminine men are 100% bad box office. A 7-2 offsuit hand. A cosmic affront. A middle finger to the god of biomechanics. It won’t end well.
So, you tell the CH audience… are we living in a playa’s paradise?
The ironic misuse of the “creepy” slander by women toward men is in part a case of psychological projection by the unfairer sex. Commenter “Not Thought Police” explains:
Ahh “Creep”
Never attribute to internal failing that which can be explained by a woman’s inherent need to emotionally project.
Do not pass go. Do not validate. Do not entertain her musings until projection is ruled out first.
This holds true for many facets of femininity but i think in no other place does it hold more weight than the concept of male creepiness:
A woman, in vetting a man, will:
Gossip with friends, look through his private stuff, his books, his music, find out his political leanings to the n’th-degree (from his feminist sensibilities right down to how he feels about trade agreements n shit), how he feels toward his mother, how much he earns, is he carrying a mental illness, can he provide?, does he look and act like Gosling? Can he sing like that dude from Coldplay or at least do something notable so she doesn’t look like she’s just dating Dave, the accountant? Is he strong..but not so strong that he cannot be controlled? Is he intelligent..but not so intelligent that he might win in an argument? Is he confident, but not so much that he might attract the attentions of other girls (not that she’d be jealous or anything because women aren’t creepy like that) Is he articulate but not so much that he might outshine her beaming personality? Is he cool but not so cool that he’d make her look uncool. That’d never do!
Contrast this to the creepy, rapey Man: What’s her rack like? Is she kinda half normal?
Tell me who is really the creepy one here?
Here’s an uncomfortable truth: The Surveillance State is women’s natural operating procedure. But we autonomically give women a pass for being precociously creepy toward men within the field of view of the female Eye of Ovum because… well, read about the Fundamental Premise.
Of course, women have good evo-bio reasons for being creepier than men (and equally good reasons for fooling themselves about their own creepster instincts), but that doesn’t mean men have to roll over and play the women’s game the way women want it played. Correction… the way women “””want””” it played; triple-quoted to indicate that women may consciously want obeisance to their rules from men, but subconsciously, where messages are sent direct to the vagina, women want men who don’t do what they “””want”””.
