Female Privilege

A hilarious social experiment unintentionally blew up in the faces of the shitlib academics who ran it when it busted their cherished shibboleths about male privilege and misogyny. An actor and actress were recruited to replay the Presidential debates between Trump and thecunt, except the actor played as thecunt and the actress as Trump, ostensibly to confirm the biases of the liberal academic audience that only anti-woman sexism caused thecunt to lose the election.

Unfortunately for the self-congratulatory libs, their egos were stroked against the grain.

Salvatore says he and Guadalupe began the project assuming that the gender inversion would confirm what they’d each suspected watching the real-life debates: that Trump’s aggression—his tendency to interrupt and attack—would never be tolerated in a woman, and that Clinton’s competence and preparedness would seem even more convincing coming from a man.


“I’ve never had an audience be so articulate about something so immediately after the performance,” Salvatore says of the cathartic discussions. “For me, watching people watch it was so informative. People across the board were surprised that their expectations about what they were going to experience were upended.”

Many were shocked to find that they couldn’t seem to find in Jonathan Gordon what they had admired in Hillary Clinton—or that Brenda King’s clever tactics seemed to shine in moments where they’d remembered Donald Trump flailing or lashing out. For those Clinton voters trying to make sense of the loss, it was by turns bewildering and instructive, raising as many questions about gender performance and effects of sexism as it answered.


We both thought that the inversion would confirm our liberal assumption—that no one would have accepted Trump’s behavior from a woman, and that the male Clinton would seem like the much stronger candidate. But we kept checking in with each other and realized that this disruption—a major change in perception—was happening. I had an unsettled feeling the whole way through.


We heard a lot of “now I understand how this happened”—meaning how Trump won the election. People got upset. There was a guy two rows in front of me who was literally holding his head in his hands, and the person with him was rubbing his back.

Male shitlib academics are such nancyboys.

The simplicity of Trump’s message became easier for people to hear when it was coming from a woman—that was a theme. One person said, “I’m just so struck by how precise Trump’s technique is.” Another—a musical theater composer, actually—said that Trump created “hummable lyrics,” while Clinton talked a lot, and everything she was was true and factual, but there was no “hook” to it. Another theme was about not liking either candidate—you know, “I wouldn’t vote for either one.” Someone said that Jonathan Gordon [the male Hillary Clinton] was “really punchable” because of all the smiling. And a lot of people were just very surprised by the way it upended their expectations about what they thought they would feel or experience. There was someone who described Brenda King [the female Donald Trump] as his Jewish aunt who would take care of him, even though he might not like his aunt. Someone else described her as the middle school principal who you don’t like, but you know is doing good things for you.

Anti-reality: Male privilege.
Reality: Female privilege.

Feminists and Globohomo poz dealers want you to believe in the anti-reality of MUH MISOGYNY, when the reality is that female privilege is the incessant undercurrent of culture, derived from the fundamental premise that governs all social organization and policy: women are more reproductively valuable than are men. The Fundamental Premise — namely, the biological reality that the sexes are innately different in reproductive capacity and in the psychology that must flow from that reality — explains why, for instance, thecunt actually would have done WORSE on election day if she were a he, and Trump would have done better if he were a she.

Female privilege is getting a boost for being a woman, which is exactly what thecunt got, given how her core natural constituency — smug liberal academics — hated her male version.

The opposite of male privilege — male privation — is closer to what Trump had to overcome; a plain-talking, aggressive, masculine man will frighten away a lot of sensitive shitlib snowflakes, whereas a female version of himself would have lowered his natural antagonists’ defenses and rendered them more open to his message.

This also clues us into why Trump supporters tend to be feminine women and masculine men; both groups are more secure in their healthfully polarized sexuality and thus unlikely to be put off by a male leader behaving as an unabashedly masculine man. Masculinized shitlib females and feminized shitlib males often feel threatened by men (and women) who are closer to the SMV ideal for their sex.

I was particularly struck by the post-performance discussions about effeminacy. People felt that the male version of Clinton was feminine, and that that was bad.

Generally, people are more accepting of masculine women than feminine men (the latter are bigger traitor risks to the tribe), but neither are loved. Sexual polarity was the God of Biomechanics’ first order of business, and that means we — all of us, whether or not we admit it in heretic-burning company — prefer our women feminine and our men masculine.

I was surprised by how critical I was seeing [Clinton] on a man’s body, and also by the fact that I didn’t find Trump’s behavior on a woman to be off-putting. I remember turning to Maria at one point in the rehearsals and saying, “I kind of want to have a beer with her!” The majority of my extended family voted for Trump. In some ways, I developed empathy for people who voted for him by doing this project, which is not what I was expecting. I expected it to make me more angry at them, but it gave me an understanding of what they might have heard or experienced when he spoke.

Recall, as uncovered by Jonathan Haidt in his research of the moral priorities of liberals and conservatives, that libs have a more constricted moral universe and are therefore less able to understand and empathize with conservative moral considerations. Conservatives in contrast have a broader and more soundly distributed moral spectrum of concerns that one might call “adult”, (as opposed to liberals’ “juvenile morality” that focuses almost solely on harm and fairness).

I don’t expect any of these eureka moments to crack the libshit facade. The typical post-America libocrite can accommodate levels of COGDIS that would’ve left his lib-lite grandfather a quivering lump of neuroses. No, the only solution to the currently toxic shitlib insanity is a return to the kind of existential pain that can’t be mentally eaten away.

The unintended consequences of intervention by homo economicus in the natural order of things materialize in sweeping effects (Communism), and sometimes in what can seem superficially trivial ways: Daylight Savings Time is bad for your health. And health improves once the clock is returned to Standard Time.

Revelations like this one are just more confirmation of the CH axiom that the further humans distance themselves from their evolved predispositions (in this case, from sleeping and waking to their biological circadian rhythms and losing an hour), the worse off their well-being.

The God of Biomechanics always has the last word.

International Women’s Day

Menstrual red was an appropriate color to celebrate international shrewism. So glad I missed the festivities. Call me when there’s an International Men’s 364 Days to proportionately honor the contributions men have made to the advancement of human civilization.

But I’m in a magnanimous mood. Here are a couple women who truly deserve all the symbolic accolades weird bitter feminists and disappointed betadads of daughters would like unquestioningly lavished on the zero achievement pussyhat crowd.

Based Barr has more manly integrity than her putative prole-cousin Michael Moore.

IWD related:

The Day The Snowflakes Cried

This is an entertaining and topical remix of an old classic.

Artist: CHAD Prather.

The Chad Alliance is real.


If you stop to think about it, yoga pants are the sluttiest thing women could wear as casual walking-around clothes. Bitches be bitching about cat-calling and leering men, then go out in public displaying their camel toes (and inner labia on some of them).

jackmcg had a really good description of the types of White shitlibs that populate post-America.

Been trying to deprogram liberals. Putting aside Jews and minorities (special cases), I see 4 classifications of WHITE liberals. Many have qualities of more than one (status liberals can also be dreg or empathy liberals), but there is usually a dominant classification that you can focus on.

Status Liberals – They want the most status for the least cost, which is very psychologically exploitable. They’ve been convinced through a rigorous propaganda campaign at schools, work, advertising, movies, etc. that being a liberal is high status and noticing differences between races is low status. Easy choice for them… just be a liberal and presto… you are now high status. These people can be smart and successful… but they are never as smart as they think they are.

How to turn them: Forget facts. They need to be convinced liberals are low status. Without taking over Hollywood its impossible to do this alone, these people are heavily warped. But you can do it on a micro scale. Press the buttons. Liberals = losers, over and over again. Remember, they think they are above manipulation, so the more subtle you are the better (thats how the other side brainwashed them in the first place.)

Dreg Liberals – Rejects of society who would be crushingly low status under a traditional, fact-based societal order. So they turn to lies of liberalism to lower the psychological cost of how unworthy they are.

How to turn them: You can’t. If you were able to successfully convince them of facts, the hit to their ego would be so big they might off themselves. If you get them to admit a fact that counters liberalism, they will have amnesia about it the next time you talk to them. Just avoid them. (This means unfortunately lotta women are hopeless and can’t be converted away from the liberal cult. Excessive cock mileage makes budging from feminism psychologically impossible for them.)

Empathy Liberals – Usually young daddysrich white women who have lotsa empathy to give due to their station in life. Has been manipulated their entire life into directing their empathy towards groups of people with no civilizational value.

How to turn them: Visual evidence of anti-white crime. Show them how Islam treats women. A white female Trump voter got pepper sprayed by antifa? Bookmark it and show it to empathy liberals. A true empathy liberal is the easiest to turn but they are rare. Scratch what you think is an Empathy Liberal and you usually find a Status Liberal or slut Dreg Liberal underneath.

Blissful Ignorance Liberals – These are usually young. normal, sane Fucking White Males with slightly above average IQ.This is your classic liberal-who-turns-conservative later in life. Taught liberal crap and only become conservative later in life when they see the taxes in their paycheck, or when they try to start a business and get crushed by regulations, or when they get mugged, or when their daughter looks at a black guy.

How to turn them: Like I said, with the right impetus they’d eventually slide towards shitlord. Your job is to speed it up and take them deeper than they’d ever go. Burst their bubble. Red pill them hard. Visuals are best. These are your best hope for real recruits to our side. Be prepared with status visuals, too.

The CH recommended MO for dealing with shitlibs — mockery and realtalk — is effective with varying impact on all of the shitlib types jackmcg lists. Some libs require more mockery, others more realtalk. The best attack is a combination of Rhetoric and Realtalk; hit the ego and the id simultaneously. Any shitlibs that can’t be turned, like Dreg Liberals, should be ostracized. Or at the very least their dreg liberal lifestyles shouldn’t be glorified and granted rights magically unearthed between two semicolons in the Constitution.

Did everybody have lunch? Good, because you’re about to have it again! Behold (with a wide-angle lens), a primer on how to have fat sex. You’re about to enter (at orbital velocity) a world of fatties describing their sex lives and the necessary…adjustments….they must make to accommodate their morbid obesity to nature’s most instinctive act. Say hello to Corpulent Clarissa:

If you are uncomfortable talking about bodies or genitalia or fat people doing normal human things, then you should probably watch a different channel. Because we’re going to be talking about that today and lots of days following this.

When you’re unloved and alone, talk is all you’ve got.

So, some of you have seen my last video about fat sex and dating and I kind of just started to skim the surface on that one and I am going to change the format of how we do these videos just a little bit.

Skim the #FatSex surface. Like trying to skip a stone across the Pacific Ocean.

I’m going to answer one question at a time and I’m going to try to be more detailed about each answer. We will see how that goes.

Spare no detail. ISIS recruitment videos don’t offer enough gore to satisfy.

It’s a lot earlier than I usually film videos right now, so the sun is weird, my hair is weird, I feel very weird about this whole thing.

Fat chicks always feel weird when they can’t control 100% of their environment before a public viewing. Human-looking slender beauties don’t have this feeling.

So this is the question that I get the absolute most in my inbox, and it says, “I have a very large, gorgeous belly. Sometimes it gets in the way of certain positions. Do you have any advice for fat accessible sex positions?”

Forklift, crowbar, antiemetics.

I’m 30 and I’ve slept with a lot of people, and you kind of learn these things after sleeping a bunch of people.

The classic fat chick hamsterbrag. Fat women don’t have the slutty sex lives they want the world to believe. There aren’t tons of men, let alone quality men, banging down the fatty’s door for a bedroom romp. However, the fat girl who opens herself (heh) to the right demographic can rack up an impressive and emotionally scarring muhdik count.

First and foremost, all bodies have different abilities and it is essential to communicate those abilities with your partner. It’s just a really good idea to vocalize your limits before or during sex just so that the person or people that you’re having sex with know where your limitations on your body are. These are things that all people need to talk about.

The women with the least amount of experience with real men are also the women whose sex advice would most quickly and assuredly kill the seduction buzz. Could you imagine lawyerly hammering out pre-coitus contract negotiations with a girl about her “limitations” before unhooking her bra and sliding a finger under her panty elastic? Me neither.

This does not just apply to fat people. Some fat people have limitations on what they can do and some don’t.

I’ll guess the fatter the woman, the more limitations. Past some point of metric tonnage, you’d need dynamite and a pile driver before hitting pink fold.

I do yoga


and I stretch and I do all sorts of stuff, but if my hips are spread for a very long amount of time, they get very sore. So one of the things that I do to help prevent my hips from getting sore, is I use very stabilizing methods.


So if my hips are spread then I like to put a pillow under my knees so that my hips are not bearing the weight of holding my legs up.

Each leg weighing the same as a small Toyota, you can understand why fatties have to spend so much time worrying about load-bearing positions.

Or if I’m on the edge of the bed and my partner is standing here and I am laid on the bed, I will put my feet on a chair or something, on each side of my partner. That way, my feet are bearing some of the weight of my legs and not just my hips.

What did the chairs do to deserve such abuse?

Another really common problem is having some knee issues and having issues putting pressure on your knees.

One of the biggest (heh) quality of life issues that dogs fatties is joint disintegration.

So if you like to ride your partner – whether they have a penis or a strap-on

😂 Rick/The Strapon Within’s secret life of HB harem smashing revealed!

[or] you’re just down to grind it – is to, instead of kneeling down on the person, to actually sit on the person.

Torture that was banned from Guantanamo for excessive cruelty.

You can also have your partner put pillows under their pelvis while you’re riding them to make penetration just a bit easier and to elevate their pelvis so that it is closer to your goodies.

I’m dying here! “After your woefully unsuited normal-sized penis penetrates fifty layers of blubber, you will hit the fat chick’s goodies, which is just a month-old piece of cake (plus plate and fork) that got wedged in the fatty’s vagina when she sat on it.”

This means that if you are somehow getting squished or if your thighs are being pinched somewhere somehow, you are allowed to take a handful of your belly and move it around if you need to.

This is how she found a pot roast, her (traumatized) cat, and that strap-on from last week.

You can also spread your thighs. You can ask your partner to spread your butt.

With the Jaws of Life. PS Jesus spewed.

You can do whatever you want. It is your body. You are allowed to make it as accessible and pleasurable as is physically possible.

Fat chicks are very concerned about accessibility.

If they’ve been dating you or even if they’ve only had one date with you, they know if you have a fat belly before you get naked. So you’re not going to shock them when you lift your belly up a little bit and move it.

Clothing can’t hide the fat chick’s size, but it can hide the gross details of her fatscape, like the rolls, the cottage cheese dimples, the massive underhang crease of her fupa….

So generally, when you do take the time to adjust yourself and make sure that you’re at the right angle or to make sure that nothing’s uncomfortable, your partner gets really excited about it as well.

And it usually feels really, really good for them.

Imagine how desperately horny a man would have to be for fatsex to feel “really, really good”. If he’s at that stage of indiscriminate horniness, car exhausts and poodle rectums would satisfy him.

And the fact of the matter is: No matter what position you are trying, the part of sex that is going to be the most fulfilling and make it feel the best is being able to communicate with your partner about your body.

#FatSex = logistical nightmare that requires hours of planning and coordination.

A year from now, you may be having sex with a totally different person. They might have different genitalia; they’ll almost certainly have different limitations with their body.

“different genitalia”. This is something people with few romantic options say. Cast a wider net and all that.

Fat people can absolutely have super fulfilling, phenomenal sex lives.

The land whale doth blowhole too much.

I think next up on the channel, we are going to talk about sex toys specifically for fat people and fat couples.

Will this talk include wiping implements?

CH Maxim #42: Those who bitch loudest about “consent” are women with few opportunities to give it or men with few opportunities to receive it.

The video of “fatgirlflow” discussing fatsex (if you have an urge to put porky mug to words):

PS Related, these were the recommended Everyday Feminism sharticles linked at the bottom of the FatSex post:


Bullies do nothing wrong.

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