Tiresome Hater Schooled To Discourage The Others: A Series

Apparently, the discouragement needs more voltage.

realmatt (who is likely a troll nicking another commenter’s handle) comments in response to an earnest lad asking for a little help on cold approaching girls at college:

You can fake it till you make it until the cows come home but if you’re a big fat Nothing at the end of the day, then your life will stay the same.

Au contraire. In at least one respect your life will be different: You’ll have had sex with cute girls instead of no sex with cute girls.

Your true self will always shine through

Faking it actually creates an improved personality in time. This has been proven by scientific study, not to mention by millions of personal testimonials.

and I suspect that is why many of these famous, set-loving “PUAs” lose their girlfriends.

You’ve got the causality backwards. Most cads “lose” their girlfriends because they want them lost. There’s a certain breed of man who loves variety and the thrill of the chase.

There’s no doubt in my mind Mystery stands there going through all his rules in his head.

Maybe, but it appears to have worked for him. He’s got a kid now with a hotnsexy chick.

The mistake so many people are making is they see the woman as the ultimate prize.

From your gene’s pov, sex *is* the ultimate prize. If you can’t attract women, you’re the equivalent of DNA dead weight. Human dross fashioned in His likeness. Heh heh heh.

You should be trying to dominate in every aspect of your life.

Why herd the cows when you can squeeze the milk for free?

A woman is just an accessory.

Some accessories are more equal than others.

A trophy is just a reminder.

Have you ever been in love?

You have to make a choice.

Sez who? Seduction and careerism aren’t mutually incompatible.

Do you want to be a MAN or some feminized snarky bitch who can insult a woman into bed?

I always suspect the kinds of guys who write stuff like this are guys who envy the snarksters for their ability to score.

Does anyone here listen to these PUAs in their videos and think “God I wish I could be him..”?

Do you wish you could be Barack Obama, President of the United States of America?

Who the hell would want to behave like the PUA Tyler Durden???

TD’s way is not the only way.

he’s annoying as fuck.

Chicks dig men who impose.

Those guys are nothing but gay men who like to fuck women.

Gay men don’t like to fuck women.

They’re worthless beyond that.

Keep telling yourself that.

Leading her to believe you’re worth the effort and actually being someone who is worth the effort are 2 very different things and the truth always finds it’s way out.

So you believe men should work hard to appease women and fulfill their demands for a worthwhile man?

It’s getting to the point where the haters have become so apoplectic and incoherent that arguing with them logically is a fool’s errand. They’ll take repeated hammer blows to the ego, and come back sputtering the same nonsense ad nauseam. So instead, I’ll give them a taste of what they most loathe and fear: A little of the ol’ ultrasnark, delivered sideways gamesta style. It won’t win over the haters, who are un-convincable at any rate, but it’ll sure entertain the crowd, and it’s more fun for me. Poolside life bar: 100%.

UPDATE

A commenter writes,

God I hate this expression:

“Faking it” or “Fake it until you make it”

Why not just call it what it is, PRACTICE

PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT

Branding is half the battle. If the haters started calling game what it is — practice —  they would then tacitly admit that game is just like any self-improvement endeavor with a learning curve. Then they’d have nothing left to foam about.

The Pill And Divorce: The Real Connection

Some religious organizations have long argued that widespread contraception use leads to higher divorce rates because severing the connection between sex and procreation also severs the emotional connection between spouses. The duty one feels to one’s spouse is weakened when the primal bonds of sex and the consequences which normally follow in the state of nature are thwarted.

They may have a point, but I’m going to present what I believe is a more compelling reason why contraception use (predominately the Pill) and divorce track each other so closely. For a graphical representation of how closely the rate of Pill usage and the rate of divorce have tracked over time, see this (original source here):

That five year lag time between the rise in pill use and divorce is critical. It’s solid evidence that once women had the Pill down their throats, they began escaping their marriages in droves.

The Pill is one of the Six Sirens of the Sexual Apocalypse. Like opening Clamdora’s Box, the Pill is one of the six crimson spirits that now haunt the world and visit upon the civilized West far-reaching unintended (and perhaps intended) negative effects. Why would Pill usage contribute to a rise in the divorce rate? For an answer to that, you have to look to women first, and how the Pill alters their perceptions of men.

And what the Pill does to women’s brains is… how shall we say… veeeery interestink. Women on the Pill experience a shift in their mate selection criteria and begin to prefer plodding dads over plotting cads. Actually, not so much prefer boring betas as avoid sexy alphas.

Extrapolating from this premise is enlightening. What do most delicious SWPL sluts women using oral contraceptives do once they get married, or not long after getting married? That’s right, they go off the Pill so that they can start a family. And what happens when women go off the Pill? Their hindbrains shed the fog of feeling satisfied with beta male cuddles and revert to adoring sexy alpha male power thrusts, and that adoration reaches maximum cervical impact one week per month when fertile.

So perhaps the Pill and its relation to divorce is not so much about severing emotional connections as it is about reconstructing sexual connections. The wife whose lust is freed from the false prison of the Pill will suddenly, and quite inexplicably to her conscious evaluation, discover her beta husband — the man who fulfilled her in most ways when she was on the Pill — is sexually repulsive. This disgust will reach a crescendo 25% of the time of her pre-menopausal life, and she will either succumb to cheating with a more dominant man, or she will do the “right thing” and leave a marriage that is making her unhappy because her beta betrothed-turned-beta bother doesn’t know how to “communicate” with her and “meet her needs”.

And of course the beta hubschlub, tricked by the Pill’s abetting and steeped in his anti-male culture and believing everything the wife wants is good and true and everything the husband wants is wicked and false, will do the EXACT OPPOSITE of what he should do to reignite his wife’s post-Pill listing libido. He will crank up the beta, figuring that more of what sealed the deal in the first place is just the medicine to prevent the deal from breaking.

And he will be sorely mistaken, and for his good-faith efforts at reconciliation against the headwinds of unacknowledged and often heatedly denied biological reality the state will reward him with a family court ass-ramming so deep and girthful he will come to accept as a means of psychological emollient that his life is rightfully meant to be a dutifully suffered shitfest endured with stiff upper lip. And then he will be a dead man walking.

The problem of post-Pill wives losing their desire for their husbands is so bad that drug companies are trying to create a compensating pill — call it the Thrill — that will reinvigorate flagging female libidos. The intention is to cure “hypoactive sexual-desire disorder,” aka HSDD, by tapping into the primal recesses of the female brain and manipulating lustful brain lobes into activity.

The Thrill may work, but I bet not in the way the researchers intend. This is because the “problem” is not so much low female libido, but low female libido for their betaboy husbands. The added clause is crucial. A pill that fuels female clit boners will reawaken women… straight into the arms of interloper alpha males. Imagine a world of supercharged horny housewives boffing everyone in sight. Shit just got a lot more interesting.

A Thrill pill that tricks wives into perceiving their beta husbands as sexy romance novel stranger-from-afar badboy alphas may or may not work to strengthen the institution of marriage, but I can tell you one intervention that is GUARANTEED to help your marriage: Game. Specifically, dread game. A small adjustment in your mentality and behavior toward being more of an alpha male can gain you all the benefits of a thrill pill-popping wife with none of the dangerous side effects.

The Cathedral And The Hivemind

As many CH readers are already acquainted, the term Cathedral was coined by a Mr. M.M. and reformatted by yours truly (and probably others) for a general audience to mean the collective motivations and enlivening spirit of the bulk of the human machinery that powers the entertainment, media, government and academia industrial complexes in the West, but particularly in America. This human machinery is mostly progressive in political disposition, equalist in ideology, tyrannical in method, snarky in execution, and hypocritical in principle.

Lately, though, a sizable contingent of readers have emailed to express their disapproval of the use of the term Cathedral as a condensed expression of the postmodern monstrosity known by Chateau proprietors as leftoidism. These incommensurately irate readers claim that the word Cathedral unfairly maligns a mostly beneficent European Christian tradition while gliding over the influence of outside forces in shaping and projecting the equalist agenda. One reader suggested that the term instead be replaced with the word “Hive”, to represent the reflexive, obedient, hive-like thinking of elite and sub-elite SWPL whites on the subject of human intellectual, psychological and sex differences, both within and between groups.

I find this argument slightly ridiculous in its insistence on adhering to a strictly dichotomous premise that either this force or that force is solely responsible for the transmission of malignant ideas and the consequent public policies. Why can’t it be both? A native decadency can exert a subversion within the culture to which they are the ostensible caretakers even more powerfully than a self-interested, self-cordoned outsider. The parasite infects most readily the already weakened host.

Having shared my time with what aggrieved readers would refer to as heirs of the honorable traditions architecturally exalted by real cathedrals, I come away with two distinct impressions, formed by face to face interaction as opposed to solitary nights neck-craned over dense history books:

1. Many of the “old Cathedral’s” children are true believers in their modern equalist drivel. When the opportunity presents, they spout it with a strident certainty and an emotional commitment that simply cannot be faked on a consistent basis.

2. Most of these same children of the old Cathedral are hypocrites in everything they do and in every way they organize their actual, living, breathing lives. They belie their own words and beliefs with such cheerful alacrity and oblivious self-contradiction that a person of saner mind might wonder how they manage the disjunct without heavy doses of cortex dulling medications.

How to square this circle? Remember the rationalization hamster, and you will find your answer. The hamster is the errand-rodent of the ego, the most powerful source of energy in the universe. The hamster spins as ruthlessly for believers in universal human biological equality (which in the present cultural milieu necessitates a belief in white male nefariousness) as it spins for girls with a reputation in mind who want their romantic surrender minus the messiness of personal agency.

It is no less incomprehensible to those who have been around the block more than a few times that an ideologically ego-invested Bryan Caplan will live in an all-white collar white bubble while clamoring for open borders than it is that a nice girl will sleep with a taciturn, tattooed bike messenger while claiming she wants a niceguy who’s sensitive to her needs and loves poetry.

The Cathedral is one of those mutli-use terms that has come to symbolize to the current Radical Realtalkers — and has in fact always symbolized more or less in colloquial usage — any social or political superstructure advancing a school of ideas, especially ideas anathema to the general welfare of those and their posterity who are without a voice or a lever of power. Thus, I find no problem employing it.

However, the Hive neologism works as well. Many equalists are quite stupid and unaware; marching morons blaring a tired, tinny tune because it feels good, and people pat them on the back for their embrace of willful stupidity. Good worker bees, they buzz and buzz while the queen grows strong on the relentless toil of her drone army. A Hivemind you could call this. The Hivemind does not know logic unless its deployment advantages them, does not care for inconvenient facts, does not countenance empathy for those outside the hive. All the Hivemind knows is wagon-circling; the hive (i.e., the ego) must be protected against any and all attacks, and it will snark and sting (c.f. Richwine) in unison, on command, and won’t stop until the telepathic, telecommunications network that propels the Hivemind is severed at multiple points and various neuronal substations are taken offline.

The Hivemind and the Cathedral work together synergistically. Right now the Hivemind is at the apex of its power. Like an alien borg, it operates at the behest of a central master brain, aka the ruling globalist and message-maker elite. The Hivemind guards the perimeter, assimilates the weak-minded assimilable, drives out the free thinking. You do not defeat the Cathedral by attacking its Hivemind hordes. All that will do is summon more replacements, which are for practical purposes, infinite in number. The master brain — the root of it all — must be attacked directly, and then the Hivemind will fall apart like unattended drones powering down.

That is how you destroy the lords of lies who perch in their gated, honey-dripped throne rooms. Don’t hack blindly at their winged servants, futilely dodging stingers and forced into defensive maneuverings. Drive the tip of your spear, straight and true, into the meat of the hive, through the colony of mental eunuchs buzzing their labyrinthine sophistry, until you hit the beating Heart of Lies. Then, drive it it further to deliver the mortal thrust.

The Perfect Alpha Male Online Dating Profile

A reader, somewhat drunk on his own amusement, passes along the Facebook page of the thoroughbred that sired the Kentucky Derby winner.

This is the father of the Derby winner. This is what your Facebook page should look like!

Ok.

In 2013

• LEADING SIRE by North American earnings; 1st by N.A. stakes wins
• Sire of America’s LEADING 3-year-old, Kentucky Derby winner ORB ($2,335,850)
• 2013 2YOs in Training are averaging $264,667:Sale Topper at Barretts March – $675,000 colt;$625,000 filly and $550,000 colt at FT March; $485,000 and $370,000 OBS March colts
• 5 SWs, 10 stakes wins: KY Derby (G1)/Florida Derby (G1) winner ORB; Peter Pan (G2) winner FREEDOM CHILD; Multiple GSW KAUAI KATIE ($633,000); La Canada (G2) winner/Santa Margarita (G1)-runner-up MORE CHOCOLATE; multiple 2013 SW MOON PHILLY
• Co-#1 Sire of Experimental horses (6)
• Best books yet coming of age:
  • 139 registered 2YOs of 2013
  • 146 foals of 2012

So far so good. Let’s have a look at that photo.

Nice. Looking pensively into the distance. Refusing to engage the female viewer head on. Absorbed with the world out there, as if plotting the overthrow of a faraway donkey kingdom. This is filly crack.

Any adventurous and creative readers are welcome, neigh, encouraged!, to craft an online dating website or Facebook profile like our stud horse’s above, except with a few words and photos changed to indicate the featured alpha male is a human and not a horse.

Wait, CH, I’m supposed to say I sired quality children and guided 146 “foals” to their coming of age?

Yep.

Beats droning on about your code monkey career and her love of travel. You might be surprised by how many… ahem… siring opportunities come your way.

The Soft Man, The Hard Man, The Cold Man

Which of the three photos in this series of the same man taken at different times in his life strikes you as the face of a hard alpha? A soft beta? A man who has checked out?

How about the man in this series?

And, finally, what about this man?

Make your guesses, then go to the original link to read the details. Are you being duped by manipulative lighting? Or does a man’s face really change to reflect the burdens and the expectations of his life?

If the latter, what you are seeing here is evidence that a man can become more alpha or less alpha, in disposition and even in expression, when circumstances intrude and decisions, sometimes life or death, have to be made. Maybe a man can’t go from 100% beta to 100% alpha on a dime, but he can increase his alpha at the margins. And the margin is all the edge you need, whether the situation you are in is firing at a nest of insurgents or walking up to a girl and capturing her imagination for a night.

A Beta Orbiter Gets The Green Light?

A teenage reader who writes coherently for his age (sensitive beta male alert) wants to know how to deal with a girl “””friend””” he has been orbiting for three years who recently has expressed an overt sexual interest in him.

I am 19 and have a very tricky situation with a girl who has had a boyfriend for around 3 years. Over this time we have remained very close and shared a mutual desire and attraction for each other. I am not naive and I know she has been leading me on quite badly, but recently it has become out of control.

After seeing her a few times in the last month I copped a series of texts from her (sober) which I dont know how to take. Frankly, they have made me angry.

her: “if things were different what do you think would happen? I think about it alot”

then,

“I feel so happy around you but it’s a dangerous feeling”

but it’s the last text I need advice on and what to do from this point on.

The other day she sent this:
“I want to act on this temptation, but that’s the problem. I can’t”

I know that this can’t end well because either she cheats and I’ll end up being hurt either way.

I would appreciate some advice on what I should do or reply. I have not been sucked in and I have taken the moral high ground and not believing her bullshit.

please help. thanks

You have two questions to ask yourself. One, are you Ok with abetting a “cheating whore” and risking the inevitable drama and ire of her boyfriend, plus any future grief she will likely bring upon you? Two, what should you do if you are Ok with it?

I put “cheating whore” in quotes, because at that age, the teenage years, relationships are vaporous and girls and boys jump in and out of them all the time. If you’re part of a religious community, this may not be the case; people might meet and get hitched by their early 20s, which, back-assessing, means that cheating on a boyfriend at age 19 (or thereabouts) is a serious adult-level offense.

If you’re willing to jettison any moral compunctions and assume the risk of a tryst fallout, then I have two words for you:

Beta bait.

Watch out! This girl’s swoony siren call will mean your shipwreck on the lonely cocks. You think it’s that easy to go from friend to lover after three years of stewing in the incel-zone? No, this won’t be a simple Peen 8===> Poos trajectory. Quality girls won’t wave you in like a plane, even when it looks like they’re waving you in, unless it’s to wave you off-course.

This is what you should take from her suddenly confessional texts: She had a fight with her boyfriend, or he’s ignoring her need for emotional closeness, and she’s reaching out for your attention the only way she knows how: by teasing you with her sexuality and manipulating your craving for romance. She knows from experience you’ll fly to her side if she hints at a remote chance for sex, and if you bite the bait, your best outcome is her head on your shoulder, massaging your hand, while she dumps all her frustrations with her boyfriend on you and pretends not to notice the bulge in your pants. If you were to then make for a kiss, you would quickly see the serenity evaporate from her face to be replaced by a fake surprise and hurt that you mistook her intentions.

The above scenario is the way to bet. I could be wrong, and she might really accept your desire if you assume her sincerity and act accordingly. Then all you would need to do is reply in a way that calms her fear of soiling her reputation but nevertheless moves the moment closer to when you and her can be together alone:

HER: “I want to act on this temptation, but that’s the problem. I can’t”

YOU: “Of course. Neither can I.” [good time for a disqualification] “I’ll be at X on Saturday. Meet me there.”

Just a straightforward evasion, DQ, and set-up for the final seduction. Never mind that it makes little logical sense to your male brain; all you need to know is that emotion is the coin of the realm in the twistopia known as the female hindbrain.

However, if she’s insincerely flirting (and my reading tells me she is), then you have to treat her like the attention whore she is. This means employ various game tactics to gain the upper hand, which, if your three asexual years together is any indication, she currently has in spades. So, don’t bite the beta bait. Play hard to get, agree and amplify, tease. For example,

HER: “I want to act on this temptation, but that’s the problem. I can’t”

YOU: “Are you auditioning for a soap opera?”

or

YOU: “ok”

or

YOU: “I know! It’s crazy. You struggle with these feelings. But we can’t do a thing about it.”

or

YOU: “I know how hard it must be.”

or

YOU: “whoa, take a deep breath. this is all news to me.”

I like that you have refrained from replying so far. Forget the high moral ground; refusing to peck at her bread crumbs and shifting the balance of power in your direction is all the virtuous justification you need. And let there be no doubt, you must own the balance of power if you want a woman’s heart. Three years she’s been propped on that pedestal. Now it’s time for you to gently nudge her off and assume the pedestal for yourself.

How To Handle Self-Deprecating Fatties

GLPiggy has a post about fat customers at his restaurant joking about their weight and putting wait staff in a difficult spot.

A co-worker at the restaurant came looking for my wisdom the other day.  “What do you say when a fat customer jokes about their weight?”  This happens a lot in booth sections, by the way.  Fat people struggle to squeeze into booths and, because they are embarrassed about it, make light of their size.  I have a friend at work who makes jokes about being big. I don’t bite by lying and automatically saying that she’s skinny.  She’s not fat, but she’s not skinny.  I just don’t want to play that game so I tell her, jokingly (yeah, I cop out), that it’s not right to put people on the spot like that.  You’re either begging for a lie or making that person feel like a jerk for agreeing.

How people should respond to self-deprecating fatties and how people will respond are two different things. Here is how people will respond, based on the type of person subject to the awkward fatty self-flagellation:

Fatty: “Oh, wow, I must be getting fat. I can’t fit into this booth.”

Thin woman: “No, you look good!”
Thin woman, later with her friends: “Did you see that fat bitch?”
Fat woman: “No, you look good!”
Fat woman, later to herself: “What a fat bitch.”
Omega male: “No, you look good!”
Omega male, later to himself: “I wonder if she liked me?”
Beta male: *smiles and nods sympathetically with pursed lips*
Beta male, later with his friends: “I’m getting tired of these fat chicks hitting on me.”
Alpha male: *blank stare*
Alpha male, later with his friends: “Hey, Beta Male, the really cute chick at table six wants you to come out and say hi. Says she knows you from her World of Warcraft guild.”
Alpha male who doesn’t care about losing his job: “Admitting you have a problem is half the battle.”

The following is how people should respond with an eye on shaming the nation of human supernovas to end their sixty year gromance with self-inflicted deformity:

Fatty: “Oh, wow, I must be getting fat. I can’t fit into this booth.”

Avatar of Lightness: “Yup.”

Chuck likes the idea of “agreeing and amplifying” a fatty’s self-deprecation. So, for instance:

Fatty: “Oh, wow, I must be getting fat. I can’t fit into this booth.”

Avatar of Lightness: “You and me both!” [this is even funnier if you’re skinny and patting your flat stomach while saying it] “I’ll put you down for a Diet Coke then?”

Or, if you prefer to insert your Shiv with more subtlety:

Fatty: “Oh, wow, I must be getting fat. I can’t fit into this booth.”

Avatar of Lightness: “Don’t worry about it. The booths are made for anorexics. Anyone who judges you is just jealous.”

The game lesson here is as applicable to girls who self-deprecate as a way to “entrap” beta males as it is to fatties seeking a sympathy compliment. You can validate them and play their game, or you can joust and play your game.