Freelance Comment Of The Week: The Project To Turn Women Into Poor Facsimiles Of Men

From a comment to a New York Beta Times article about “gender equity”.

Otis E Plainfield, Tx The College of The Permian Basin

Peter Drucker, in his famous essay Managing Oneself, advised strongly the need to understand your strengths and weaknesses, and observed that you can never win by improving your weaknesses, only by improving your strengths. In broader socio-economic terms, we have given women the opportunity to build on their weaknesses (ability to compete against men) and discouraged them from capitalizing on their strengths (youth and fertility). They compete through artifices of fairness and inclusion that are borne on the backs of an ever-dwindling pool of male supporters. We have weakened society as a whole by building on women’s weaknesses in attempts to make them the equal of men, rather than encouraging them in their natural strengths. And while this charade is going on, men are encouraged to adopt feminine attitudes and lifestyles at the expense of their own natural strengths, now deemed unnecessary in the new gender-neutral economy.

Fucking hardcore. Otis is awarded a VIP guest pass to the Chateau (if he wasn’t already a secret visitor).

This project to turn women into men and men into women won’t end well. But it will end, either in a pyre of societal disintegration or pinned under the sword of better men (and women). Nature doesn’t tolerate for long social experimentation at odds with Her directives.

This One Weird Trick To Overcome The Age Objection

This mischievous courtship feint is kind of nerdy, but it really works in the SWPLopolises where girls tend to be a little smarter, or at least more concerned about signaling their smarts to demanding alpha males.

When a girl asks how old you are (because you regularly hit on conspicuously younger women), say

“The square root of [X].”

So, if you’re 35, you’d say, “The square root of 1,200.” Tell her to “round up” because “all women prefer an established older man”. Bust her chops and say you’ll add points to her score if she doesn’t use her phone calculator.

Most girls will play along, especially if you frame your challenge less as an earnest invitation to turbocharge a conversation and more as an aloof swipe at her insolence for asking such lame questions.

She’ll guess (usually younger, b/c girls will form-fit you into a suitable male mold if you sufficiently intrigue them), and, as per the usual CH advice, your reply should be something along the lines of “wow, you’re really good at this!” or “well done!”, implying that she nailed your age without ever actually confirming her guess as true or not.

PS: If you look like a spitting image of a math olympiad winner, you might want to field test this baby on a few uninspiring ladies first, and gauge their reactions. I’m thinking that very nerdy-looking men would be mistaken by girls as the type of men who would seriously consider a math question to be appropriate flirting, which would cause the tactic to backfire. Alternately, if the nerdy-looking man projects a flippant self-awareness while delivering the line, women could become interested by the contrast between the outer nerd and his inner ZFG confidence.

PPS There is always an ulterior, goal-directed undercurrent buoying Game techniques. In this instance, the conversation is framed as a challenge to the woman, which psychologically provokes a feeling in her that she has something to prove, which coaxes her into a “chaser” role and alters her perception of the man as having higher mate value than he otherwise would have had he dutifully submitted to the rules of her interrogation.

Compare And Contrast

president butt naked’s latest military combat command appointee:

Russian soldiers at the last Victory Day parade in Red Square:

There’s a reason Trump speaks well of Putin, and weepy cuck vaginas want to start WWIII with Russia, (from afar, and with prole cannon fodder, of course).

“The Shitlib Zone” Pre-Release!

Big news! A pre-release acoustic version of the cuckservative anthem, “The Shitlib Zone“, is available for your listening pleasure.

Harry spills the deets,

Pardon the 4mb load of bits! I’m sure the boys down at Le Chateau’s service entrance are saying WTF!?

I couldn’t hold off much longer. Here’s a mellow cut from my first collaboration with a local ‘producer’ after a couple of snow-delays. I just resurrected my own multi-track recording gear over the weekend and could create a bit more polished version with more time.

Feel free to use this in whatever way it is deemed fit. I can’t commit to producing anything cleaner or with video for the next month but I didn’t want to sit on this much longer. I do have a country-fried, shitkickin’, Big Bad Johnish rendition that could knock some socks off. Especially if I can convince my long-fiddlin’ wife to lay down a righteous Chuck Daniels-like interlude!

Again, stellar job on the lyrics and the solid stream of incisive goodness that is CH!

Harry

I can’t get an audio player to upload, so go here to listen. Lyrics are reprinted below, (you may want to keep two windows open to sing along. It’s cathartic.) Well done, Harry!

(FYI, “The Shitlib Zone” is a reinterpretation of the original “The Twilight Zone”, by Golden Earring.)

The Shitlib Zone

Somewhere in a hostile press room
There’s a cuck starting to realize
That sucking up has not worked out for him
It’s two A.M.

It’s two A.M. my honor’s gone
I’m sitting here waitin’ the stool still warm
Did you know that Lincoln was a Republican?

Yeah, my daughter’s burning coal, dindu in my bed
Bareback my nation, all community dead
Cannot realtalk, my whole life trained to be a toady

Help, I’m steppin’ into the shitlib zone
This is a bathhouse, feels like Lindsey’s home
My scrotum’s climbed up, under flabby gut
Where am I to go now that I’ve gone post-op?

Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone
Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone

I’m sticking to the Narrative, demographically doomed
Double crossed middle class gettin’ the screws
Can’t get no election, can’t get through
To Pablo’s crew

Well the cocktail parties ease his coward’s mind
He swears no child left behind!
When the third world comes
He knows damn well he’ll be retreating

And he says, “Help, I’m swishin’ into the shitlib zone
Place is a cookhouse, feels like Mexico
My nation’s been sold to Mark Fuckersperg
Where am I to go when the white vote’s submerged?”

Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone
Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone

When the shiv has hit the bone

{shredding break}

Help, I’m prancin’ into the shitlib zone
Place is a bathhouse, feels like anal fun
My dignity is gone, an eager tribute
Who’s gonna do the jobs that Americans won’t do?

Help, I’m cuckin’ into the shitlib zone
Place is a bathhouse, can’t stop being prone
My manhood’s been moved, under Jenner’s dress
How far am I to bend when they call me racist?

Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone
Soon you will come to know
When CH has raped your soul

When the shiv has hit the bone, oo-ooga!
When the shiv has hit the bone
When the shiv has hit the bone, sha-lom!
When the shiv has hit the bone

wow wow wow wow just wow
wow wow just wowoooooowow

The Four Sirens Of The Sexual Apocalypse

A long, long time ago, in a pleasure dome far away, CH introduced the idea that the West is currently besieged by the Four Sirens of the Sexual Apocalypse.

So why are women now the eager instigators of divorce? What changed in the culture? Four things, primarily: the pill, easy divorce, women’s economic independence, and rigged laws that make divorce a good financial prospect for women. The four sirens of the sexual apocalypse together have created the perfect sociological storm where a woman has every incentive in the world to ditch a husband to follow the whims of her heart once his usefulness has been exhausted.

Later, CH expanded on the Four Sirens theme.

1. Effective and widely available contraceptives (the Pill, condom, and the de facto contraceptive abortion).
2. Easy peasy no-fault divorce.
3. Women’s economic independence (hurtling towards women’s economic advantage if the college enrollment ratio is any indication).
4. Rigged feminist-inspired laws that have caused a disincentivizing of marriage for men and an incentivizing of divorce for women.

Two secondary Sirens were added to round out the list:

• Penicillin (reduced the cost of contracting STDs)
• Widely available hardcore porn.

Probably of all the CH scribblings on this subject of Western Decline, this passage gets to the meatiest heart of it:

So, a crib sheet of quippy replies if you ever need it to send a feminist or manboob howling with indignation:

1. The Pill
2. No-fault divorce
3. Working women
4. Man-hating feminism
5. Penicillin
6. Porn

Toss into a social salad bowl already brimming with an influx of non-European immigrants thanks to the 1965 soft genocide act, mix thoroughly, and voila!: a huge, inexorable, relentless leftward shift in American politics, an explosion of single moms, wage stagnation, government growth, upper class childlessness, lower class dysgenics, and a creaking, slow deterioration in the foundational vigor of the nation and the gutting of the pride of her people.

Into this pot pie of portent throw in the Skittles Man, Bring the Movies Man, Nah Man, and Disappeared Again Man, for whom girls have always swooned but who now, thanks to relaxed pressure from women themselves requiring men to put a ring on it before getting any huggy or kissy, and the incentivizing of risky sexual behavior by government policy and contraceptive technology, could enjoy sex without the entanglement of marriage or gainful employment.

Game, for all the shit it gets from the usual suspects, was just a rational response to a radically altered playing field. It didn’t cause this calamity; it just profited from it.

Meanwhile, beta males are left scratching their block-like skulls, wondering what the fuck just happened.

All well and good, says the reader, but where is the ¡SCIENCE! buttressing all this speculation and real world observation to satisfy sperg demands? How about right here. (Via The Cheapest of Chalupas)

Family structure in the United States has shifted substantially over the last three decades, [HBDer: MUH GENETICS] yet the causes and implications of these changes for the well-being of family members remains unclear. This paper exploits task-based shifts in demand as an exogenous shock to sex-specific wages to demonstrate the role of the relative female to male wage in the family and labor market outcomes of women. I show that increases in the relative wage lead to a decline in the likelihood of marriage for those on the margin of a first marriage, and present suggestive evidence that these effects are concentrated among less-desirable matches. A higher relative wage also causes women to increase their hours of work, reduce their dependence on a male earner, and increase the likelihood of taking guardianship over their children. These findings indicate that improvements in the relative wage have facilitated women’s independence by reducing the monetary incentive for marriage, and can account for 20% of the decline in marriage between 1980 and 2010.

BOOM THERE IT IS. CH WAS RIGHT. Female economic self-sufficiency decreases the marriage rate and increases urban slut factory churn, because self-sufficient women need beta male bux less and therefore can indulge the chasing of alpha male fux more.

SCIENCE! has confirmed the existence of Le Chateau Heartiste’s Third Siren of the Sexual Apocalypse.

It’s like some people think I make this shit up outta thin air. No, I’ve just spent a lot of time in the trenches of the dating market. I have seen much. I have learned much. And my wisdom is infinite. YUGE, even.

You only had to listen.

***

“Ok, enough crowing. How about a solution?”

Sure. Here it is:

Repeal the 19th Amendment.

Maybe slightly more realistically, get rid of Title IX and the rest of the man-hating, human nature denying, legal fictions shoved down our throats in the last sixty odd years by rancid feminist cunts and their lackey low T manlets. Culturally, real progress can be made by simply ending the GRRLPOWER propaganda and returning to teaching the virtues of the masculine ideal. Too many boys in STEM? Great! That’s what boys are good at. Too many girls preferring marriage and stay-at-home mohterhood? Great! That’s what girls are good at.

Simple truths and simple beauties have more power than labyrinthine lies and grotesque ugliness, as long as you hold them close to a heart that has banished cowardice.

Paging Gas Buttox…

Takeaway Game (Celebrity Edition)

Jason Sudeikis picked up hottie Olivia Wilde and eventually made her his fiancee by employing a classic Game technique known as the takeaway.

Olivia recounted,

I remember I was on the dance floor [at an SNL afterparty] and everybody was dancing around me and they just seemed really happy and I was just kinda standing there. … He came up to me and said, “You know, whatever you’re looking for, you don’t need it,” and he just walked away. … He played it really cool.

Very nice. This a a great example of what I call the Three Stage Opener:

1. The cocky approach
2. The ambiguous opener
3. The leave of absence

All three work in concert, reinforcing each stage’s potency. The cocky, confident approach (with based body language) instantly intrigues the woman. She wants to find out if you are what your lion’s stride suggests you are: a predator of pussy.

The ambiguous opener forces the woman to mentally (and emotionally) invest in you. She has to think about what you’re saying, and this raises your value to her because she’s not going to examine the words of a man unworthy of her attention. The best ambiguous openers skirt the line of flattery, playing with hints of sexual interest, but leavened with a subtle backhanded compliment (aka a neg). In this example, Sudeikis has insinuated Wilde is a) hot and b) desperate for validation. It’s really the perfect neg, flush with patronizing amusement, guaranteed to send female rationalization hamsters into orbit.

Finally, the takeaway; the drop the mic move of seduction. Nothing makes a woman hornier or more curious than a man who has made his presence known… and then made it unknown. The sudden detachment — the dread inducement — will drive most women crazy with the need for resolution. I have experienced women CHASING AFTER ME to resolve my unexpected and unannounced departure. The takeaway QUICKLY puts a man in the courtship driver’s seat, and can keep him there a long time with its strategic application as needed. No woman wants to feel like somehow, some way, she turned you off or bored you, and will work hard to prove she can keep your interest.

Meanwhile, low sexual market value Slate feminists can’t even:

Slate’s personnel are divided on whether Sudeikis’ pick-up attempt was creepy, just plain clumsy, or a halfway decent crack at flirtation—Wilde seems to have liked it,

Femcunt tears, they flow like a menstrual discharge.

Flirting with a stranger means imposing yourself on their space and time, with no indication of their disposition or dislikes. That makes for a very fine line between skeevy and sweet.

Yes, flirting means imposing. It’s called BUSTAMOVE, and men who don’t are doomed to incel.

There are no hard-and-fast rules when it comes to romance, but telling a woman what she does or does not need is not a promising start.

Except it is a promising start, as we can see by Olivia Wilde’s swoon and betrothal that betrayed the sisterhood of the ya ya pantsuits.