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Remember that unfunnygirl who performed a social science experiment up to the rigorous standards set by academic feminists everywhere, an experiment in which her results were presented as evidence men don’t want casual sex any more than women want it? Femcunts rejoiced, because femcunts will rejoice at whatever slender reed of feels gives succor to their pretty lies.

Dr. Jeremy, from Psychology Today, responded, vindicating the original Clark and Hatfield study finding that men are fantastically more agreeable to the prospect of casual, NSA sex than are women.

The difference between actual social science research and these pseudo-experiments is that, with real research, there are experimental controls put in place to reduce bias and alternative explanations for the findings. For example, the original Clark and Hatfield (1989) study standardized what was said by the experimental assistants to ask for sex, so that each participant received exactly the same believable message. Specifically they said, “I have been noticing you around campus. I find you to be very attractive. Would you go to bed with me tonight?”

Additionally, Clark and Hatfield (1989) used multiple experimental assistants to control for differences in attractiveness. Also, the assistants were asked to only request sex from believable partners (college students, relatively the same age, and attractive to them). Finally, participants were approached during times when they were most likely to have free time for sex (weekdays and not between class periods).

We see none of these experimental controls in the pseudo-experiment video. The woman is inconsistent with her approach and how she asks for sex. Sometimes she is laughing, uncomfortable, and clearly not serious in her request. She also approaches many men who are not plausible sex partners for her, who are busy with their day, or who are otherwise unavailable for immediate sex.

Nevertheless, when she does approach men that she finds sexually attractive, who are plausible sex partners, who are available, and her request to them is more complementary and believable, then she more often gets a yes (for example, see video at 1:54 with guy in blue shirt). In fact, simply taking the men out of the analysis who are clearly considerably older than her (10), state they are too busy to go with her immediately (9), say they have a girlfriend and cannot have sex with her (12), or tell her they are gay (3), begins to increase her probability of getting a yes to sex (28/66 = 42%). If she only approached men that she actually found sexually attractive, used a standardized and believable request for sex, and hid the camera too, then it is quite possible that her rate of success would be even higher and better match those of actual studies that used such experimental controls. In fact, more recent experimental studies, following those controls and protocols, have indeed found similar results as the original Clark and Hatfield (1989) experiments (for more, see Hald & Høgh-Olesen, 2010).

Clark, R. D., & Hatfield, E. (1989). Gender differences in receptivity to sexual offers. Journal of Psychology & Human Sexuality, 2(1), 39-54.

Hald, G. M., & Høgh-Olesen, H. (2010). Receptivity to sexual invitations from strangers of the opposite gender. Evolution and Human Behaviior, 31, 453-458.

Feminists — ah, fuck it, let’s just say all women — will never be convinced by logic or reason to accept that there are deep, abiding differences in the psychology of the sexes. Women are built by evolution to fool themselves as much as fool men to their true natures, because complete enlightenment and the pained introspection that would follow could sabotage the Darwinian prime directive to attract and monopolize the top alpha sperm and resources.

The fact that conspiracy theories are routine fodder for jokesters doesn’t mean one can’t occasionally be true. Now that the media industrial complex is a wholly-owned subsidiary and propaganda arm of the globo-equalist ruling elite, the opportunity to devise and execute a conspiracy to neuter enemies, and get away with it, has never been more tempting.

A conspiratorial possibility that could fly under the public’s radar today would be a false flag operation designed to discredit and, ideally, criminalize Narrative dissenters engaged in crimethink. An operative, or a very gullible patsy, could be ordered (or duped) to kill some useful innocents, and his computer and home planted with reading material that includes loveable Realtalk blogs which give the elite fits. Then when the Hivemind-friendly media investigate the murders and set their semantic Gatlings on the Un-brainwashed, the job of silencing the real enemy of the ruling class — the rowdy dissidents changing hearts and minds outside megaphone channels — becomes a lot easier.

This post isn’t a claim of conspiracy to explain current events. It’s simply a reminder that such an elite conspiracy is possible, and maybe more possible than it’s ever been in American history.

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A reader writes,

Incidentally, the House just passed Trade Promotion Authority after a humiliating defeat last week. This [Charleston] story is the top story on literally every single MSM site as well as the right-wing and left-wing alternative sites, sucking all of the oxygen out of the outrage of those on the left and right who realize what a betrayal this deal is (which incidentally has not been disclosed and even Congress members have to review in a special room and cannot even take notes).

A conspiracy-minded person might be tempted to see a connection between the two.

Is there anything left about America that inspires trust in her institutions and her leaders?

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The point of this post is that if you’re a high ranking member of the Hivemind and you want to devise a conspiracy to discredit your anti-Hivemind enemies, it really helps your cause to have a nationwide media sucking the last drop from your cock.

Dick Pic Game

Reader W.E.K. takes a page from a gilded CH tome to harness the muff misting magic of the dick emoji.

******

An interesting anecdotal aside to the 8======D—- guy.

I have worked as a doorman/bouncer in some highly popular bars/nightclubs in my area.

One time I was working the door sitting on a stool when out comes a quite attractive brunette from inside the bar. She sits on an adjacent stool for a few moments but I really wasn’t paying much attention as I was trying to text my then gf at the time and manage her fragile/needy emotional state because she had fallen quite hard for me and at this point was freaking out whenever I went to work and thus was surrounded by lots of young attractive women. Regardless of the fact that I met her at another bar I worked at.

Anyway back to the brunette on the stool. She sees that I’m texting and paying her no mind so she says to me
“Hey want to text me?”
I paused for a moment considering the idiocy of the question.
I was in a playful mood that needed respite from my insecure gf”s annoyingness so I hand her my phone to put her number in.

When I got my phone back I texted her this.
8========D——-

I think she texted back ” what’s that ?” To which I lol’d.

True to female form her next response was
“Wanna make out?”

I paused for a few moments considering the utter hilarity of the question. Then I stood up and glided over gently holding the back of her head and pulled her in for a quick make out.

Ever the professional I kept it short and made myself get back to focusing on the job.
A few hours later and she texts me with
“Come to my hotel”

I told her I wouldn’t be off for another few hours and I forgot about it due to logistics and the fact that my gf was at my place and would stay up waiting for me.
As i’m driving home she texts me again wanting me to come over but I just ignored because I was already nearly home.
Unfortunately for me my gf went through my phone and found an unknown number added while at work (fucking sneaky bitches). The texts were of course deleted. So then I have to make up a lot of shit and manipulate some emotions to keep things copacetic.
The gf ended up calling her though and a lot of shit talking ensued. I had to really hide how entertained I was.

Moral of the story:
8======D—–

It works.

******

And why does it work on lovely ladies? It keeps ’em guessing. It smacks of male sexual entitlement. It betrays a sexy indifference to female approval. It’s fun and flirty. It’s (literally) cocky. It’s unpredictable and immature.

In other words, it’s everything beta males aren’t.

Donald Trump For President

…until somebody better comes along, which, this being post-America, they probably won’t.

According to the economists, who I’m not big believers in, but, nevertheless, this is what they’re saying, that $24 trillion. We’re very close, that’s the point of no return. $24 trillion.

We will be there soon. That’s when we become Greece. That’s when we become a country that’s unsalvageable. And we’re gonna be there very soon. We’re gonna be there very soon.

So, just to sum up, I would do various things very quickly. I would repeal and replace the big lie, Obamacare.

I would build a great wall, and nobody builds walls better than me, believe me, and I’ll build them very inexpensively, I will build a great, great wall on our southern border. And I will have Mexico pay for that wall.

The Great Wall of Trump. Hey, he could splash his name on every cement block as long as it does the job.

Do you think Trump is any more of a clown than any other “legit” candidate? ∆∆∆Hillary∆∆∆? ¡Jeb!? The ship of state is steered by an army of malevolent clowns. May as well shake it up and enjoy the spectacle of the ruling globo-equalist class sweating bullets.

Related portent:

Lifted from a 4chan board (author unknown), a letter from a dystopian future (via):

Living in EU-mandated Tolerance Zone #2931
Wake up late for work at vegan food packaging plant
Get dressed in a rush and leave as quickly as possible
Forget to take my mandatory estrogen suppository and injection
Come up at a Privilege Checkpoint after I leave the subway
As I pass the scanner sirens start blaring
”WARNING, PRIVILEGE REACHING APOCALYPTIC LEVELS, 10,000 MEGAHITLERS OF OPPRESSION DETECTED”
Everyone around me runs away screaming, some otherkin genderfluids near me writhe on the ground in pain at the oppression field I emit
Guards in full biohazard gear beat me and drag me away
Get a bag put over my head and thrown into the back of a vehicle of some sort
After 11 hours of torture with giant phalluses all of my limbs are sore and I am sentenced to 7 trillion years in a CIS Containment Facility
I arrive at my CIS-containment facility after 3 hours riding the CIS transporation vehicle which has no seats other than giant phalluses
Immediately my oppression-causing male genitals are surgically removed
As CIS-priveleged male I spend 12 hours a day being treated via correctional anal-phallic insertional therapy via trans-genderal tesla phalluses
Get taught to aspire to be like the great and noble Swedes who ascended to a higher plane of consciousness.

It’s funny ’cause it’s quickly becoming true.

This photo taken by a reader is a whimsical foray into the world of the stalkerati, but the reasons for posting it here are flattering, so I believe the subject matter wouldn’t object too strongly.

Slayer tee?

The reader, Manic 5, explains,

So I saw Mystery walking around the other day. Here is a man in his mid 40s clutching hands with a woman a decade plus his junior.

Male SMV definitely ages well if maintained.

The window of male SMV viability is, on average, about a decade longer than the window of female SMV viability. The SMV viability sex difference becomes truly pronounced as we approach the extremes of SMV upkeep — for example, in the form of a Mystery who doesn’t get fat and still cultivates a charming, negging persona — where we find men who can enjoy twenty or even up to forty extra years over and above what women can enjoy of prime romantic experiences.

Game isn’t just for college students or post-college barflies. It’s for all men, at all ages. I bet Mystery, as nerdy and prone to algorithmic reductionism as he is, has enjoyed the company of more hotter younger tighter babes than a roomful of tut-tutting tradcons and sneering tough guys who think themselves naturals.

America, Then And Now

1963:

Hey! Little Girl
Comb your hair, fix your makeup
Soon he will open the door
Don’t think because there’s a ring on your finger
You needn’t try anymore

For wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
I’m warning you…

Day after day
There are girls at the office
And men will always be men
Don’t send him off with your hair still in curlers
You may not see him again

For wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
He’s almost here…

Hey! Little girl
Better wear something pretty
Something you’d wear to go to the city and
Dim all the lights, pour the wine, start the music
Time to get ready for love
Time to get ready
Time to get ready for love

– Jack Jones, “Wives and Lovers”

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2015:

Dick is abundant and low value.”

– Alana Massey, disheveled, unloved skank.

 

(h/t reader M.L.)

 

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