Are Advertisers Picking Up A Jerkboy Paradigm Shift?

Exhibit Audi:

I’m not surprised by this welcome turn to the masculine side. It is inevitable that as Western society becomes in practice more womanly, the rebellious, unquenchable spirit of boys and men would find renewed purpose pushing back against the zeitshrike of the age. I predict far fewer “goofball dad” commercials in the near future, and far more “dark triad rule breaker” commercials that make high T feminists swoon with a lethally dissonant combination of butthurt rage and muffpert craze.

How To Play The Preselection Game

Commenter Meet Isolate Escalate has a game question dealing with preselection.

Has anyone ever purposefully met up with a good looking girl to demonstrate value to someone (another potential) he knows will be present?

Yes, but then what usually happens is a redirection of my attention to the good-looking girl I’m using as a prop. The burdens of being a man!

I can easily pull this off in such a manner that not only am I meeting with a hottie (flaky one from the past that I barely trust) just to see what she says, but I can double it up with social value on a much younger girl. Is there a caution or precaution that I must take with this situation?

Studies have consistently shown that female preselection makes a man more attractive to women. The inverse is not true. (Other men are not more attracted to the homely girlfriends or wives of high status men.)

Therefore, preselection is a valuable weapon in a man’s arsenal of seduction. When you can leverage it, do so.

The rules of the preselection game are simple.

1. Be seen with high SMV (sexual market value) girls, preferably younger hotter tighter than your designated target(s).

2. Be opaque about your female company’s relationship with you.

3. Know when to discharge your preselection pawn for your primary lust interest.

4. Don’t be obvious about it.

Rule number 1 is the most fluid. If your targets are typically 2s (waysa?), then your PPs (preselection pawns) needn’t be hotties. You can achieve the same effect with 3s on your arm. Preselection even works with PPs who are equally attractive (or unattractive) as your targets. The only scenario where PP won’t work, (and in fact you’ll hurt your chances more than if you had gone out alone), is when your PP is much uglier than your targets. Don’t expect to raise many inquisitive hottie eyebrows with a fat chick by your sides.

(The use of the word “target” is designed to infuriate those tradcon readers who bristle at the efficient reduction of women into jargony set pieces.)

Rule number 2 is easy enough. When asked, allude to your PP as “a very close friend”. Leave it at that. If pressed, strike a pose of indignation. “Are we playing the 20 Questions game already?” If pressed further, accuse her of jealousy. Congratulations, you are now officially being chased by a woman. Life just got a lot easier.

Rule number 3 is the most difficult to master. You should have established nonverbal cues with your PP to notify her when it’s time she makes a graceful exit. Don’t be afraid of coaching a PP on what to say (chicks love this sort of manufactured matchmaker drama). Have her leave you with flourish. I like to have PPs call me by a nickname flush with sexual innuendo, so that the girl I’m with has a reason to ask what it means. For example:

PP: “See you around, Golden God.”

Girl: “Why did she call you Golden God?”

The Sexorcist: “Who knows. Gratitude?”

Naturally, there will be times (most times, if experience tells) when your PP will be in the dark about your true intention to utilize her as a walking pheromone for attracting other women. If you have invited your PP under false pretexts, then Rule 3 won’t be a cooperative venture; you’ll be on your own taking the initiative to dismiss yourself from your PP’s company so that you can spend quality time with your target.

WARNING: If your PP harbors an unresolved desire for you, perfunctorily dismissing her to be with another woman carries the risk of one, two or all combatants making a scene. A scene can work in your favor, but not if you’re a beta newb. I have seen betas chew off more drama than they can digest, and the results are hilarious. “Stampeded underfoot” is a term that comes to mind.

Anyhow, the proper method for extracting yourself from your duped PP’s company is… slip out the back.

Not really kidding. This will work. Once. After that, your PP may be reticent to go out with you.

So, an exit with the long view in mind:

Get cozy with your target. Touch, smile, gaze. Any PP who previously accompanied you and who isn’t a social cripple will catch the flirty signals and leave you two alone. If you feel bad about abandoning your PP, use her impending discomfort as an opportunity to swap numbers with your target and leave her wanting more, providing the handy excuse that your “friend” has to be someplace else and you promised to go with her.

(FYI, PPs can also be on-the-fly, which is a worthy topic best left for another post.)

Rule number 4 is the most important rule to get right. If it’s apparent to everyone with a woman’s IQ that you’re really interested in some other girl than the one you have with you, the ruse will falter. You’ve got to at least put up a decent front that your hottie pawn is with you not as a courtesy, but as a mysterious friend who may or may not be your lover. If your pawn bolts as soon as she sees some other dude, or you dump her at the first sight of your target, the game is likely to unravel. Play the full board. This is a marathon through very scenic countryside, not a foot race through the red light district.

I hope this helps, young Pantywan. May the pudendum rise to meet you, may your thrust be ever at her crack.

Comment Of The Week: The Subtext Of Sex

Phillyastro hurls the high heat and takes the COTW:

Every civilized person in the West claims they abhor eugenics until their daughter wants to get married.

Parents aren’t the only secret eugenicists. The daughters and sons will find it much easier to fall in love with a person who is high mate value and thus eugenically optimal. God teaches us the power of Love so that we may advance as a species.

Interesting thing about Love. Love can be both a rationalization for a poor mate choice — “oh, but she’s so in love, and that’s all that matters” — and a euphemism for a eugenically pleasing pairing — “it wasn’t his money, it was love that brought them together”. What can’t Love do?

NPR Pussies Embrace An Important Game Concept

NPR Morning Edition has a featured story about a lonely single man who decided to take charge of his romantic life after suffering a body blow from an ex-wife who exercised her right to express herself hypergamously.

This segment of the show explores how a man decided to conquer his fear of rejection by getting rejected every day — on purpose.

The evolution of Jason Comely, a freelance IT guy from Cambridge, Ontario, began one sad night several years ago.

“That Friday evening that I was in my one-bedroom apartment trying to be busy,” Comely says. “But really, I knew that I was avoiding things.”

See, nine months earlier, Jason’s wife had left him.

“She … found someone that was taller than I was — had more money than I had. … So, yeah.”

And since then, Jason had really withdrawn from life. He didn’t go out, and he avoided talking to people, especially women.

Jason decided to accept the Lewd Word of Game into his life, and began a program of desensitizing himself to social rejection, all in hopes that by conquering — or more practically, managing — his fear of rejection he would have an easier time approaching women and hitting on them for eventual fornication and lovingkindness.

“I had to get rejected at least once every single day by someone.”

He started in the parking lot of his local grocery store. Went up to a total stranger and asked for a ride across town.

“And he looked at me, like, and just said, ‘I’m not going that way, buddy.’ And I was like, ‘Thank you!’

“It was like, ‘Got it! I got my rejection.’ ”

Jason had totally inverted the rules of life. He took rejection and made it something he wanted — so he would feel good when he got it.

This is essentially the Inner Game concept known colloquially as “having an abundance mentality with women”. By reducing his fear of rejection — neutering it by morphing it into a game — Jason simultaneously increases his feeling of abundance. Immersion therapy like he’s doing is an effective method to cultivate that crucial abundance mentality. Once rejection means so little, a man begins to believe, rightly, that his sexual market options have greatly expanded. Once he thinks this way, his mental state gets telegraphed through his nonverbal and verbal behavior, and women swoon in response.

“Approach 100 women in a month” has merit as a task for game newbies.

“And it was sort of like walking on my hands or living on my hands or living underwater or something. It was just a different reality. The rules of life had changed.”

Many men who get good at the art of applied charisma say this about the world they inhabit: that it feels like a different reality. And it is; much different than what the mediocre masses of men will ever experience.

Jason kept on seeking out rejection. And as he did, he found that people were actually more receptive to him, and he was more receptive to people, too. “I was able to approach people, because what are you gonna do, reject me? Great!”

People instinctively admire, even submit to, bold men.

So what has Jason learned from all this?

That most fears aren’t real in the way you think they are. They’re just a story you tell yourself, and you can choose to stop repeating it. Choose to stop listening.

The essence of the alluringly overconfident man.

Now, NPR, filled to the rectal brim with echo chamber liberal pussies, would not favorably feature a story unless they agreed wholly or partly with the premise. So I consider this a major capitulation by liberal pussies to those awful PUAs and misogynists who propose game as a romantic solution for men seeking love.

Ghost Girl

What do you do with a girl who’s gone ghost on you? Answering the question, a reader supplies a text exchange he had with a ghost girl.

Hello.

Please use my e-mail in your blog, if necessary, just for a comedic release.

After meeting a girl at Tinder, getting her number, and texting for a bit, she went ghost. I decided to use a tactic and text her a week later with this interesting conversation.

Short, sweet, to the point,

Background info: beauty salonist, self-proclaimed beauty fanatic, high maintenance poss, has nice curves, has fiesty shallow personality. Until today.

Very broadly, there are three ways you can reply to a sex prospect who’s stopped communicating for no apparent reason.

1. Beta. (80% of men are totally gameless)

“Hey, remember me, Frodo Baggins? We talked about ice cream and kittens. You still interested in continuing our scintillating chat?”

2. Alpha. (Game savvy)

Examples abound. See non sequitur game or reverse eavesdropping game.

3. Asshole. (Accidental game)

The reader’s texts above are a classic demonstration of asshole game.

Ordering the three tactics above by their effectiveness:

Alpha (game savvy) > Asshole (no fucks given accidental game) > Beta (zero game having).

Yes, you read that right. You’ll have more success prodding a ghost girl to reengage by telling her “fuck you that’s who it is” than you will by beseeching her to remember the time you two spent together in a chat box one week ago.

Don’t misconstrue. Total Asshole game isn’t ideal. There are better ways to unsilence a will-o’-the-whore than nuking her Casper hamster from orbit. But, if you just want to entertain yourself while keeping the chance for a sex match higher than the betaboy average, and you are an everlovin’ narcissist who preens at the idea of passing the Jumbotron Test with flying colors, then Total Asshole is a legitimate means of masculine expression. Just don’t be surprised if it works.

PS I’m sure the CH audience is curious what happened after he sent the last text. Update?

PPS Did everyone notice how many words Rachel used in her reply to his “FU” flip-off? That, my friends, is what is known in the business as a twat tell. She was indignant……. with LURRRRRRVVV.

PPPS In a culture in which the sex market effectively functions as if there exists a decided sex ratio advantage for women (as it currently does in America), the return on Total Asshole Game will be much higher than it would be in a more level flaying field. Bonus shivs for the commenter who best explains the reason for this social phenomenon. (Hint: Abundance mentality.)

Reframing: Anti-SJW Edition

Je suis Charlie Martel (heh) gives an excellent example of reframing, a concept that is one of the pillars of Game but that can apply in almost any social context.

When the “offended” card is played there is a simple reframing:

“You must be really weak and insecure to get offended by something like that. Sucks to be a little pussy like you.”

Works every time.

This is why CH added “White Male Pussy of the Month” as a post category. You gotta hit ’em where it hurts, and the typical SJW is one friendzone away from a sexual identity crisis.

Stop playing by your enemies’ tune. Play your own tune, and crank the volume to ear-splitting. The androgyne SJW secretly wants nothing less than to submit totally to a true master. Womanly, to the end.

Fat, Sloppy Women Are Bad For Morale

Unkempt, slovenly, fat women aren’t just boner killers. They also kill group morale. From a story about four Secret Service executives demoted in the wake of repeated failures involving White House intrusions.

Look, Secret Service always had a mystique about them. Looking good and being fit. Physical appearances mean something. Female director, whatever. She wasn’t attractive, she was overweight and [governmental and public affairs chief] Jane [Murphy] was worse. Jane was sloppily dressed, never a good physical appearance. Jane was a terrible dresser, Janet Napolitano was commissioner and it is what it is, people look the way they look. To me, Brian Stafford was director. Eljay Bowron. These guys were statuesque, decent looking, fit guys who prided themselves on appearance. I think Julia did what she could with what she had but if you look at who she brings to the Hill and meetings, they really didn’t represent the Service well.

Beauty is truth, in more ways than are at first obvious to the naked eye. A nation that has swallowed the swill of LGBTWSUQCOCKSUCK crassness and diversity bullshit will glorify cranks and degenerates under a banner of faaaairrrrness, as competence and group cohesion suffer because winners don’t want to be associated with losers.

The Secret Service had pride of purpose, then the freak parade gained power and stuffed their ranks with grotesque bulldykes and flaming fairies and trash world mystery meats, and… surprise surprise!… the white alpha male core of the Secret Service lost their esprit de corp. As morale eroded, random drunks began waltzing through the front door of the Selma House.

This is the real world. The losers had better know their place soon, before the whole structure collapses under the weight of their plus-sized grievance whoring. Because when the shit really hits the fan, the winners may decide it’s not worth saving the spotted asses of the misfits who spent their whole lives chainsawing the institutions the winners built and successfully manned.