In the last ‘Great Scenes’ post, we watched Cary Grant big facing Katharine Hepburn until she almost passed out from arousal. This time, we take a look at how deftly Walter Neff (Fred MacMurray) handles Phyllis Dietrichson’s (Barbara Stanwyck) shit tests (and in the process practically invents film noir).
Phyllis (0:02): My husband! You were anxious to talk to him, weren’t you?
Walter (0:05): Yeah I was, but ah, I’m sort of getting over the idea if you know what I mean.
First shit test passed. She expected him to buckle when she introduced a competitive male threat, as most females are wont to do. (‘Let’s you and him fight’ is a convenient ploy used by women to separate the alpha wheat from the beta chaff.)
Phyllis (0:10): There’s a speed limit in this state, Mr. Neff. 45 miles an hour.
Walter (0:13): How fast was I going officer?
Pitch perfect. Role playing is catnip to chicks. If you only remember one rule of game, it’s this: Never take her seriously.
Phyllis (0:15): I’d say around 90.
It’s ironic that back in the day when overt sex talk was more culturally censored than it is today, a flirty conversation between a man and woman could contain so much more sexual tension.
Walter (0:17): Suppose you get down off your motorcycle and give me a ticket.
Great working definition of an alpha male: He is the one who has an answer for everything. Also note the subtle de-pedestalization in this line.
Phyllis (0:19): Suppose I let you off with a warning this time.
Walter (0:21): Suppose it doesn’t take.
Notice how Walter is increasing the voltage of his replies. When volleying a swarm of shit tests, you’ll want to get progressively edgier (*not* angrier), following the beat of your prey’s seductive syncopation. Imagine a woman slowly withering under your powerful presence, your magnetic pull getting stronger with each quip, until you deliver the ego killing blow like a Final Fantasy finishing move.
Phyllis (0:23): Suppose I have to whack you over the knuckles.
This chick is unstoppable.
Walter (0:26): Suppose I bust out crying and put my head on your shoulder.
Vulnerability game from a position of strength. Sarcastic bravos!
Phyllis (0:29): Suppose you try putting it on my husband’s shoulder.
“I have a boyfriend”. One thing you’ll notice after you get a lot of experience with women is that they often turn nastiest right before they succumb. It’s as if with one foul push of cuntery they can silence the screaming of the tingles.
Walter (0:32): That tears it.
A beta, once he gets in a groove with a woman, is likely to spin that tune until it’s worn-out. An alpha knows when to cut the action. And when he’s beaten, he doesn’t sulk. Watch Walter as he turns away from Phyllis with a grin on his face. He knows he got to her.
Walter (0:38): Eight-thirty tomorrow evening then.
A question posed as a statement. Commanding.
Phyllis (0:40): That’s what I suggested.
Walter (0:41): You be here too?
Phyllis (0:42): I guess so, I usually am.
Walter (0:44): Same chair, same perfume, same anklet?
The game never stops playing, even when she does. Every word, every glance, every interaction is an opportunity for game. Noticing tiny details of a woman besides her physical features (e.g., anklet) is a powerful tool in the alpha’s arsenal. Translated into womanese, it means “I could notice every detail of your 152 erogenous zones”.
Phyllis (0:46): I wonder if I know what you mean.
Walter (0:49): I wonder if you wonder.
Donned hat, smirk, staredown. This is a man who’s letting her know she didn’t rattle him. Just the opposite, in fact.
Megan Fox, by all accounts, is one of the bitchiest cunts in Hollywood. In interviews, she usually disorients the male host or the male guests seated around her. Because she is a genuine 9.5 at the peak of her beauty (23 years old), no man seems capable of properly gaming her, not even popularity-cresting celebrities like Seth Rogen (watch at 4:00). Fox admits as much in this article. She’s a killer queen, dynamite with a laser beam.
If ever there was a chick who could provide a world class challenge to a master seducer, Megan Fox is the one. So I was surprised to see that the man who stepped to the plate is a schlumpy herb-like character who moonlights as a stand-up comedian. He interviews Fox and her disappearing male co-star in this video (thanks to reader A for sending the link):
At 0:24, the herb negs her: “I’m sorry, just one second”. He even matches his neg with alpha body language when he sticks his hand out, palm down, a gesticulation that communicates he is silencing a small child. Immediately, you can see in her face that Fox is rattled, in a good way, her blank expression replaced by a shocked open-mouthed smile. She’s knocked off-kilter, probably because she’s not used to getting negged, let alone negged from a no-name herb.
At 0:37, she attempts to regain her tankgrrl composure. Except she goes so far over the top trying to look tough, what with her head cock, knitted eyebrows, and super serious glower, that her cover is blown. She’s been reduced to ridiculousness.
At 1:50, neg number two. The herb says her male co-star is distracted by her sitting next to him (this is a subtle tooling of the co-star) so it would be best if she put a bag over her head. Now, it’s clear he’s being funny, but how many female movie stars would agree to put a bag over their heads? Fox is game, because the interviewer set the frame early on and softened her up when he punched through her studied, chilly ice queen exterior with the first neg at 0:24. She’s warmed up to him so she’s more amenable to his suggestions. She puts the bag over her head and keeps it there. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Fox that playful in an interview before. This is a hot babe who NEEDS — who is BEGGING — for a man to game the living shit out of her.
This video reminds me of Neil Strauss’ anecdote in the book “The Game” where he’s interviewing Britney Spears and getting nowhere until he decides to run game on her. Game opens up Britney — metaphorically if not literally — to revealing more of herself and asking for Strauss’ phone number at the end of the interview.
I believe this video is evidence of the awesome power of the neg over high quality women. A herb negged Megan Fox, arguably the hottest chick in Hollywood today, and her eyes blazed with attraction. Naturally, the doubting betas will counter: “But there’s no way he’s banging her.” They miss the point. If a herb can get a positive reaction from a woman in the top 0.01% of attractiveness and social power with a simple throwaway neg, then the average everyday beta who applies the same game principles can pursue and FUCK girls who are a point higher than the women to which he is accustomed. A beta improving from dating 5s to dating 6s might not seem like a huge change on paper, but in reality it is a radical alteration of lifestyle. Given that it is women who “date up” — a fact contingent upon the greater relative expense of eggs compared to sperm — a man who, in effect, flips the selection script and “dates up” with the help of game, even if he only dates up one beauty point from 5 to 6, will experience exponential happiness that attests to the tremendous psychosexual rewards a minor jump up the female market value scale brings a man.
Nothing better illustrates the game-changing power of game than a real life, unscripted video of a guy using it on a girl he just met and making out with her within ten minutes. Watch this video and behold the future of the West:
I will now break down his game and how he was able to so effortlessly achieve what the mediocre masses of betas imagine is impossible.
0:08 He comes in at an angle so as not to activate her proximity bitch shield.
0:14 Direct opener. “Excuse me can I tell you something? I just saw you and I love your style.” Remember, direct openers should usually be followed with a neg or a similar disqualification to avoid insta-betatization.
0:20 Neg: “You don’t often see people dressed like you.” See how a neg works Conor Friedersdorf? It’s not an insult. It’s a sly backhanded compliment. Do try and keep up.
0:42 His first kino. (He grazes her belly with his fingertip.)
0:42 – 2:00 He makes small talk with her by appealing to her cultural pride. He builds a connection by talking about matrushka dolls and the fable of Anastasia. This would be a good time to point out that she is yet another naturally slender, cute Russian chick.
Body language update: Note how he gesticulates with lots of open palm gestures. This is designed to bypass her threat detection system. Important for daytime street game.
2:00 He asks her name. That’s two minutes in, not five seconds in like so many guys are apt to do.
2:50 She goes to shake his hand and he denies her in favor of a fist bump. Formality reframe. He is also able to get a lot of kino this way. Notice his hand on her upper arm at 3:05.
3:32 When they shake hands he turns his hand over hers. Minor dominance signal.
4:20 He coaxes a “preliminary kiss” out of her. This lowers her guard for the later makeout which will then seem normal to her.
4:40 He talks about his best friend, “an English girl named Sarah” he met, and how meeting her was similar to his meeting Masha now. Preselection and remote social proof.
5:02 “You seem like a nice friendly person.” — Sincere compliment, rapport building. “I’m a nice friendly person.” Tip: Giving a girl a sincere compliment is a slight DLV (demonstration of lower value), which is why he immediately tempers it with a somewhat cocky followup.
5:10 He begins disqualifying himself as a suitor. “If we met just now we could still be friends.” Disqualification short circuits a girl’s natural coyness.
5:00 – 6:00 He tells travel stories about himself. This is a low key demonstration of higher value.
6:30 He casually checks his phone in the middle of talking to her. This is a calculated game move. Alphas act distracted.
Body language update: He stands his ground well. He doesn’t fidget or alter his positioning on the sidewalk.
6:44 Major IOI. She strokes her hair while talking to him. I guarantee he took note of it.
7:10 She asks him about his cell phone interruptions, and he says “don’t worry about it” and continues gaming without further explanation. Solid dominance frame.
7:39 He touches her hair. Critical kino escalation.
7:55 Another major IOI from the girl. She asks him where he was going. The pickup is now his to lose.
8:05 He initiates number close sequence.
8:20 He holds his hands out, palm up. This is a move of vulnerability and openness to elicit accelerated feelings of comfort. Then he paces his future actions by telling her “I was going to do something crazy”. Future pacing is a very specific game tactic.
8:37 “Don’t be afraid of me”. Big warm smile. “Do you feel afraid by just holding my hands?” By saying this he subliminally taps into every woman’s desire for an unpredictable, possibly dangerous man.
8:42 “Do you know how to say it’s like it’s crazy for people to just kiss on the street?” Remember, logical coherent sentences are not required for gaming chicks. This is another example of reality pacing. By describing the world he’s taking her into, she becomes more susceptible to following him.
8:50 “How cool would it be if we just kissed right now.” He boxes her in. If she doesn’t kiss him now, she’s not cool.
9:00 “Just for a minute.” Bam! Kiss close.
9:40 (40 seconds later) That wasn’t a kiss close, it was a tonguedown close.
9:45 “Alright we’ll try it again some other time.” He doesn’t linger. Crucial! Get her good and lubed and then LEAVE her wanting more.
9:52 She says “You’ll promise you’ll text me, right?” She’s putty in his hands.
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What a clinic. Nearly everything this guy did was a specifically designed game technique for the purpose of attracting women. This video has inspired me once again. Steady dating has sapped me of my motivation to hit on women. It’s natural for a man to fall into a comfort zone; the secure, unjostled, placid existence of the relationship herb. The raging fire slowly flickers to a warm ember. Watching videos of pickups and friends game in real life whips the dying flames back into an inferno.
I write a lot about how game can strengthen relationships and marriages, but there is also a dark side to game. It gives men options. And options mean instability. A guy with tight game may just decide “working on the relationship” is a fool’s errand, or worse, an act of beta supplication, and it’s more fun anyhow to replace and renew with fresh pussy. Game should make all women very uncomfortable about their position in relationships, for a man with game will have the confidence, and the skills, to walk away on the flimsiest pretext knowing that an ocean of women is available to him. And nothing reinvigorates a man’s soul like meeting, and making out with, brand spanking new girls on the sidewalk.
Many readers have sent me this UK tabloid story about a tacky British slut (redundant?) who asks the sex advice columnist (there’s a 21st century New Girl Order occupation of pointlessness) Rowan Pelling whether she should reveal to her boyfriend the truth about her, uh, comprehensive sexual history.
I’ve been with my boyfriend for six months, we’re both 34 and I am fairly sure he’s The One. The other night we ended up having a conversation about how many lovers we’d had. He told me he had slept with eight women and suddenly I felt nervous about confessing the truth – I had a lot of flings at university and in my first job at an ad agency, so my tally is closer to 40. But I found myself saying ten and even then he looked horrified. I hate being untruthful with him, but don’t want to be judged either. What should I do?
Here’s my advice: Lie your whore ass off. We all know, thanks to the “Double Whatever Number She Claims” rule, that you’ve banged 80 cocks, 40 of them probably swarthy immigrant cock. This means that there is no chance your boyfriend is “The One” since it’s impossible for a woman to make a soulmate connection once her gina has tingled over the four corners of the earth. More precisely, you have found “The One Last Hope” that could save you from spinsterhood. You are walking on thin ice what with your advanced age and bedraggled labia, so the last thing you want to do is fuck it up by giving your boyfriend a justifiable excuse to dump your rode-hard flat British ass. “But why would he do that?”, you whine. I think you already know why, otherwise you wouldn’t be fretting about what to do. You have demonstrated by your inability to be more discriminating with your womanly wares that you are a potential cuckold/infidelity/divorce theft risk. Men have scientifically and observationally valid reason to avoid commiting to skanks such as yourself, so recognize this reality of the male psyche and hope he doesn’t find your All Male Revue Facebook page.
That’ll be $200.
Now here’s the advice Rowan Pelling “sex columnist” gave to her:
To be honest, if your man really loves you he should be able to take the full tally with equanimity. But then that would presume that he’s secure in his own skin and, as we all know, a great many people aren’t. What you perceive as censure may well be old-fashioned male insecurity. […]
Having said all that, I think most lovebirds should steer clear of going into the minutiae of previous conquests.
And if a man is unwise enough to ask a woman how many lovers she’s had, can I suggest the following response: ‘Let’s just say I won’t wear white at the wedding.’
Naturally, her advice is retarded. I expect nothing less from 99.9999% of women writing sex and relationship advice columns. The male insecurity trope is the “Get Out of Self Examination Free” card, and is readily whipped out by the Slut&Skank Syndicate and the Fatass Feminist Fatwa whenever their wishful thinking collides with the immutable force of male nature. To make it as clear as possible for them: Men pump and dump party time pussies, but they don’t marry them when more chaste options are available.
To put it in terms that cater to women’s self-absorption, is it old-fashioned female insecurity when women balk at sleeping with plush, niceguy betas? Are women insecure in their own skin when they hesitate to marry unemployed men? The question answers itself.
By the way, a woman who sneeringly tells her fiancee she wouldn’t be fit to wear white at their wedding is just begging to be dumped like yesterday’s trash. However, it is a clever shit test. Any man INSECURE enough to stick around after such a cackling, sordid revelation has proven his beta bonafides.
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Another reader sent me a link to fashion model tryouts in Russia. He knows this blog well. After perusing the photos (fully unclothed perusing) I composed this Ode to Russian Women:
Oh Sweet Russkie
Your beauty is like vuuudka
To incapacitate my mule
Your chiclet teeth like pearls
To chomp my borschty tool
Your round pushed-in face
Makes my ballsack quiver
When I shoot my load
In your mouth, it’s a river
Just one thing to note
Before I end this ode
Best to get you as a teen
After 30 it’s babushka load!
The description by the event organizers on the website is classic alpha Russian. And by alpha Russian, I mean they know how to BS without veering too far into neutered, politically correct Conor Friedersdorf territory.
Beauty is assessed in a different way. Various cultures praise various features and traits. It is not easy to find the diamond.
The desire to be at the podium and be admired is inside every girl. But only those models who succeeded can tell us how many worries and obstacles they had to overcome. The way to fame is paved with hard labor and constant work over oneself. Beauty is especially valued in the modern world. For many this is a chance to be noticed to get to more serious sphere than just unsteady fashion and beauty industry. In the effort to achieve the aim, the girls are looking for their happiness at the beauty contest. So today we would like to have a look at the stage before the contest, so you are invited to the casting in Minsk. The National School of Beauty in Minsk is going to hold the International Beauty Contest Miss Intercontinental. This is a beauty pageant known since 1973. What criteria will the jury follow first of all? This is natural beauty. When asked, the jury was not able to describe the portrait of potential winner, but still accented that the main thing is the inner beauty of the girl.
My favorite part of the website was the link to the Russian meat market girls:
The most striking result was in the responses of single women. Offered a single man, 59 per cent were interested in pursuing a relationship. But when he was attached, 90 per cent said they were up for the chase.
Men were keenest on pursuing new mates, but weren’t bothered whether their target was already attached or not. Attached women showed least interest and were slightly more drawn to single men.
You know that typical female lament “All the good men are taken”? It needs to be accurately rendered for the Darwin Generation: “All the taken men are good.” Mystery nailed this ten years ago: chicks dig preselection. The first thing you must do when going to a bar alone is befriend a chick. Start off low and work your way up to the hotties.
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Over at The American Scene, I read another lame white knighting attempt by our favorite house beta Conor Friedersdorf to grapple with the eeeevil of the neg. The article was the usual misrepresentation of game and umbrage over the fact that men like sex with a variety of women that I’ve come to expect from the chipmunk-cheeked traditionalist conservative crowd, but Steve Sailer did leave a couple of worthy comments that deserve a second look:
The point of “game” is for guys who are stuck in subordinate positions to other men at work to learn techniques to pretend to women in bars that they are dominant over other men during the daytime (at least until the woman figures out that the guy isn’t making alpha male bucks at work).
So, many of the game techniques are ones that dominant men use on subordinate men at work, such as negging.
Consider the relationship between George W. Bush and Karl Rove. Obviously, Rove was smarter and harder working than Bush. So, why was he subordinate to Bush? In part, because Bush carried out classic dominant male behavior of alternating between praising Rove, holding out the vision of how far he could go as Bush’s subordinate, and negging him, calling him “Turd Blossom” and the like, to undermine his self-confidence. Bush always negged Rove with a smile on his face, but neg him he did.
The really interesting question about game is this: if some percentage of subordinate males can actually, through practice, can start fooling women in bars into believing they are dominant males, why not use the same self-improvement techniques to fool men at work? After all, if men believe you are an alpha male, then you are an alpha male. And if men think you are an alpha male, and give you money and power like they think you are an alpha male, then women will think you are an alpha male, too.
So, if these techniques really work, why restrict yourself to getting just Women when you can get Women, Money, and Power?
He’s half right. Some game techniques, like DHVs, compliance, and alpha body language, are mimickry of nonverbal and verbal dominance signals that men employ over other men, but many game concepts are not. For instance, social proof and kino escalation (layman’s term: progressively intimate touching), would get you disdain, envy, or a black eye if used on other men. But they work great on women.
This is why my definition of the alpha male is so elegant. It doesn’t rely on male dominance over other men or male dominance over women, for which those two phenomena overlap to a great degree anyhow. Instead, it quickly cuts to the chase and defines the alpha male by how hot are the women he can attract, how strong is that attraction for him, and how many of those women find him attractive.
Note for the dumbass betas: An alpha male is *not* necessarily the man who sleeps with a lot of women. He is the man who *could* sleep with a lot of women if he so chose.
As for Sailer’s poke at the end, who says Illuminated Men aren’t using game tactics in other areas of their lives? And for those who aren’t bothering to use game to achieve things of monumental importance in the corporate grind, perhaps they prefer the pussy path of least resistance. Not a sermon, just a thought.
Sailer writes another comment:
Negging is essential behavior in the formation of all-male and all-female social spheres.
Females tend to form small cliques and make catty remarks to drive away lower-status females.
Males negging other males can lead to violence, but it’s often less vicious than female negging. It can go on pleasantly for a lifetime: watch how four retired buddies insult each other on the golf course.
The main function of male vs. male negging, however, is hierarchy building. It’s a test of dominance to see who has the personality to be a leader. Leaders encourage it in social settings to check out which younger males have the attributes of quick-wittedness and aggression to become subordinate line managers within his hierarchy, and which would be better suited for staff roles.
The question, therefore, remains: Why not use Game not just in the bars but in the boardrooms to win not just women, but the power, money, and prestige that naturally attract women as well?
Presumably, Pick-Up Artistry works best for aggressive, quick-witted men who have flaws that prevent them from becoming leaders of men (e.g., laziness, need for instant gratification, and so forth).
It’s true that the men who take most quickly to the beauty of the neg are those who are already blessed by genetics with assertiveness and a quick wit, but all this means is that less-gifted men have to train harder to improve their lot with women. Like playing an instrument, it is possible for a man with sufficient practice to get better with women.
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Dennis Mangan has a post up about game and social collapse. The comments section is ablaze. Take a look. I have been branded a desolate impact on civilization and a representative of the lowest moral order. *preen*
Here’s a clue, chipmunk-cheeked conservatives: If you wish to change the behavior of men, you first must change the behavior of women. The penis parades to the pussy tune, not the other way around. Your chivalry and paeans to honor and duty do nothing but fuel the decline. Guys like me laugh at your sacrifice.
And for those who continue troubling themselves over the conceptually useful and reality-reflecting definitions of alpha male and beta male, let me help clear up the matter. Alpha/beta isn’t a dichotomy. It’s a gradation; an attractiveness bell curve that is somewhat weighted toward the left hand side due to women’s propensity to “date up”. There are plenty of betas who do manage to get laid and find a woman to marry, but the devil is in the details. As you go down the beta scale, you find more men shut out of hot sex with women in their salad days (teens and twenties) and settling later in life with used-up cougars-in-waiting. The further leftward you descend, the more involuntarily celibate lesser betas and omegas you’ll see. The further rightward you ascend, the more happy alphas with their choice of poon dominate the sexual landscape.
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On a more serious note, apparently Lady Laddie Gaga is a hermaphrodite. She gotta ween! Check it:
She’s a man, baby! David Alexander: “It moved, Jerry.”
Corey Worthington is the Joel Goodsen of the post-Beta Chump generation, except less of a worrywart. Corey lets the glass egg drop and then claims it looks better with the crack. He could give these guys a run for their money in the Alpha Male Cage Match of Unstoppable Indifference. Some of you are incredulous. “But he’s a tool! A douchebag!” That’s right. The kid is a tool and a douchebag, and probably half-baked most of the time. Which is exactly why I chose him for Alpha of the Month contention. Any of you doubt he’s banging the hottest high school chicks? He is yet further proof that the biggest tools will beat out the respectable betas, and oftentimes even the respectable alphas, in the race for quality pussy.
To all the natural born betas reading this, I suggest emulating Corey. When you are stumped about how to deal with a woman, you need to run Corey Worthington Game.
GIRL: I can’t believe you slept with my sister! And my Mom!!
YOU: Umm, sorry?
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GIRL: You were supposed to feed my cat while I was away! Now he’s dead! What were you thinking??
YOU: I wasn’t, really.
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GIRL: You forgot my birthday. You’re an asshole. You think being a dick is cool?
YOU: Yeah.
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GIRL: Aren’t you embarrassed by that stupid tattoo you got? Has your Mom seen it?
YOU: She has. Everyone has. They love it.
GIRL: Grow up and get rid of it, or I’m breaking up with you!
