The Queerness Of The Female CEO

Theranos.

The tech company is in the news because its celebrated female CEO, Elizabeth Holmes, was just charged with committing “massive fraud” by the SEC for misleading investors with false claims about her company’s tech.

And that little shitlord boy went HA HAAWW!

Watch this video of Holmes speaking in the patois of a souldead corporate diversiwhore automaton.

Wew. The Strange.

Under the skin of every female CEO you’ll find high T, manjawdibles, phallic clits, an excitable infidelity-cuckoldry neural feedback loop, a deep ocean vocal register, and quite often a leftover kippah from her bitch mitzvah.

In other words, a man. Parenthetically speaking.

PS Gaze into the technicolor funhouse abyss of her eyes. Crazy is as crazy glares. We live in the era of autistic psychocunts. #LOSING

Deep Thots By Jacked Heartiste: Famediggers

Riffing on this long-form neg, (is it working, Bri? DM me!), some bantz regarding Brittany Pettibone’s purpose and pleasure ensued between readers and yours cruelly. As a stand-in for the constellation of PIVnat alt-right thotties, Brit does nicely. NAMinxALT, yes, yes, but let’s face it, these camera-ready nonconformist coquettes must share similar characteristics (and characters).

If they’re categorizable as femmes fatales, which archetype would best fit them?

The Golddigger?

The Waif/Neurotic?

The Eternal Ingenue?

The Amazonian Alpha?

I’d need more time studying her…personality, but from what little I know and have seen of B. Pettibone, she’s a cross between the Golddigger and Neurotic femme fatale archetypes.

Jack McKrack writes,

I doubt she’s a Golddigger – she’s attractive enough 2 have hooked a wealthy man by now if money was what she desired. maybe…Famedigger is more accurate? or maybe she’s playing a long game of seeking fame that turns into more wealth than could be had by a more direct approach (marrying a dude who’s rich already but with a comparatively low wealth ceiling)?

Yes, she’d more precisely be a Famedigger, a subcategory of Golddigger. (Less flattering terms are fame whore, starfucker, groupie, renown hound, rep chaser, klieg queen, YidTube sensation, blue tick snip dick (for the males).) These kinds of women don’t necessarily marry or fuck for money, but they are characterized by a ruthless pursuit of their goals, and a fulfillment of their desires, which can be unremunerated social status rather than wealth. This type doesn’t fall in love very easily, because love tends to interfere with the aggrandizement directive. And many of the men they latch onto are treated as stepping stones to further their public exposure, which also works against love finding any purchase.

FYI the modren sexual market with its economic and cultural incentives to ride the carousel into the Wall somewhat selects against attractive women hooking wealthy men for a lifetime of comfort and security. That option is always in the back of the thot’s head, but more than ever before she is unmoved to urgency by its siren call. This will likely change when penury and menace sweeps Western nations once again.

Jack,

i’m real torn on this phenomenon as it pertains to the Maul Right. their T & A gets eyeballs where there normally would be none, but the Maul Right is rife with betas and white knights that are easily weakened and coaxed off message by Brit’s pouty lips or Lauren’s cosplay selfies. i disagree with Roosh on a lot but i agree with him on the imminent dangers here.

Taken in isolation, I don’t have a problem with cuties jamming the airwaves with their girlythoughts. In the aggregate, though, I agree that paradigmatic shifts in thinking and revolutionary movements are best led by men, of men, and for men, because men make the sacrifices in dire times. The women will, and should in a healthy sociosexual system, follow.

As for beta male thirst, yes it’s been discussed ad nauseam here and elsewhere that social media amplifies the thirst to pathological affliction, and likewise blows up the egos of oftentimes marginal SMV women who ultimately pay the price for their short-term ego boost by refusing to settle down until the settlin’ down’s out of reach for them.

Every girl has a bit of Famedigger in her. Not every girl can act on the impulse. Those that can, often do.

Famedigger and Woman are practically synonymous for the very simple explanation that women are ATTRACTED TO, AROUSED BY, AND LUBE UP TORRENTIALLY FOR famous men. That these women, when in the company of famous men, get to experience a little of that fame for themselves is icing on the handsome rake.

So most Famediggers swarm the spotlight because that’s where the famous alpha men are. Others, perhaps including our intrepid thots, seek fame for its own sake, and use famous men — specifically, beta famous men who aren’t at ease with their newfound HSMV and don’t know how to exploit it — to vault themselves into the public consciousness, where they can display their….minds….to a much larger audience of men. It’s every woman’s most cherished fantasy to be the object of desire of many (alpha) men, their coy protestations to the contrary notwithstanding.

Body Language Analysis

*cracks knuckles*

Leaning in, kung fu grip of +100 mate guarding, forehead cuddling PDA.

Verdict: beta body language

Assessment: trouble brewing

This power couple is Martin Sellner and Brittany Pettibone, renowned figures in the It’s Self-Evidently Awesome to be White revolution. Sellner fronts a European “Identitaire” group, but don’t hold me to that. I don’t follow these things closely.

Does their pose remind you of anyone?

I know there’s a post in the CH archives about cheekpecker guy above, but I can’t be bothered to search for it. Anyhow, I remember the romance did not end well for him (nor did it start well for him).

The lean-in with goopy canoodling is the international symbol of anxious betatude. All men should strive to avoid it, especially when cameras are pointed at them.

A few readers have objected to Sellner’s skinny fit purple pants, green sneakers, and man purse (excuse me, European handbag). That’s not much of a hit against him, tbh. It’s classic peacocking, and it works if paired with a confident jerkboy attitude. His bigger problem is that his body language betrays an Inner Niceguy. If Brittany’s ardor wanes, it won’t be because of his floodwater purple jeans.

To his credit, Sellner does strike a legit contrapposto pose, the ideal Davidian stance that girls love across time and space.

Why do I tease Brittany? Because she’s totes adorb, and it’s what I do with adorable girls. I can’t help it, it’s in my mischievous DNA. (Sellner may be adorable, but I wouldn’t know. All men are ugly to me.) I mean no disrespek to the Movement Minxes. I wish these two the best, but Manpurse is gonna have to step up his body language game if he wants to heave Brittany the bone. Call it tough love.

Martin, less of what you’re doing in that snap above, and more of this:

You’ll thank me later.

The Ass-Pass Equation

CH Maxim #34-24-36: The quality of a broad’s ass is directly proportional to the time it takes to realize her ass isn’t worth keeping.

The Black Adoption Experience

Anonymous unloads a MOAB of Truespeak about the reality of Whites adopting NAM (non-asian minority) babbies.

A decade ago I dated a Peak RBF career gal who, unable to have her own kids had adopted a mystery meat child out of desperation during the last few years of her failing marriage.

The kid, born to a drug-addict mother who basically sold him in a private adoption was picked up at birth and ensconced in the upscale family home in a predominately white community.

When I began dating her, said kid was 7. He had never met his mother but that didn’t stop the birth mom from getting in touch with the adoptive parents, claiming to need more money, which they often provided. Anyway, to get to the point.

This kid had never met his mother, no one knew who his father was, and he’d never been exposed to anything but western-European culture and values.

When I met the kid, my first observation was that he lacked any empathy whatsoever. He dominated his adoptive mother, even at 7, and out of guilt she acquiesced to his every demand. His world-view appeared to be one of “other people are there for my convenience and god help you if you don’t comply.”

Back then, I mistakenly assumed that a little tough love could help the child turn into a respectable young man. I would soon discover that I was mistaken.

I dated mom for a year and our time together was invariably spent dealing with the fallout from her kid’s behavior. His tantrums turned into rages which eventually turned into violence when he didn’t get what he wanted, when he wanted it and how. To wit, the kid exploited his mother’s empathy at his ‘being brown-skinned’ to his advantage over and over and over. When he discovered that his manipulations failed to work on me, I became the enemy.

What I came to realize is that here was a perfect example of nature vs nurture. Here was a child who had spent zero time in his native ‘habitat’ and still came to develop the nature that his genetic coding specified.

I ended that relationship when I saw that the kid was going to be a liability.

The worst part of this knowledge is that it is so utterly dangerous. We all know the truth but to speak this aloud often results in a mock social media trial and speedy immolation.

David French wept.

Some White shitlibs are truly naive. They put their virtue signaling to practice. And they pay the price.

Most White shitlibs secretly know the score. But they virtue signal — aka LIE — anyhow, because 1. they’re afraid to lose their social status and 2. their egos are fragile.

Because the White shitlib ego is almost wholly tied up with the White shitlib’s ideological commitment, very few shitlibs will renounce their ideology even in the face of overwhelming evidence that undermines it. But the smart ones know enough to mouth the freakqualism platitudes that stroke their egos while avoiding the practices that turn their platitudes into real life misery.

The dumber ones….they take their pain with them to the grave, a lifelong journey of self-delusion muttered through gritted teeth and betrayed by soul-killed eyes, consoling themselves at every step that at least they weren’t a Deplorable. Sad!

Tragic Truth Of The Day

I added this earlier to a recently published post, but I figured it deserved its own headlining.

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A big reason why we have an epidemic of overeducated women tragically delaying marriage and childbirth until it’s too late is because of the reality of female hypergamy. When women gain economic, occupational and social status, their mate criteria rise commensurate to the rise in their self-perceived (or more precisely, their self-wished) SMV. The tragedy is that their high SMV left them in their youth.

Female hypergamy, economic empowerment, credentialism, and psychological projection are a toxic anti-natal stew.

Deflating The Riotously Judgmental Girl

All girls are judgmental, but not all girls pretend otherwise. In your thigh adventures, you’ll come across a subspecies of chica who flirts by cutting men down to size and watching their reactions. She’s the Crisis and Observation Girl [COG]. If you can take both barrels of her muffshot without flinching, she’ll clear a snatch path for you.

The COG can be vicious. The worst of them can incite an omega male to suicidal ideation and a beta male to an SMV-cratering explosion of butthurt spite. Many wannabe alphas are brought low as well, unprepared as they are for the COG’s gleeful sadism.

What’s the COG’s MO? She quickly finds your weakness, and ruthlessly exploits it for personal gain or public spectacle. Subconsciously, she’s testing your jerkboy mettle. The man who makes the grade can set the tone of the seduction from that point onward.

The COG is brash. Politeness bores her. When she rejects you, she wants to relish the pain of her stinger piercing your soul. The Cog won’t hesitate to defy social convention; she’ll confront suitors with barbs like “You’re weird”, “You have food stuck in your teeth”, “Try a different girl, this right here *waves hands over you*…this isn’t working for me”, “You’re too old/young/ugly/boring/hipster for me to care”, and my favorite “I can’t believe you thought you had a chance!”.

Obviously, we’re dealing with a girl who could be a clinical sociopath. But stay the course, Chadington Cockmonster, because it doesn’t take a lot of skill — only state control — to crush her outer defenses for an easy victory march to her soft, chewy center. The COG is if nothing else easily impressed by unflappable jerkboys (she’s used to men crumpling in a heap of mortification or lashing out in impotent rage, so the jerkboy of refined emotional continence is her dreamboat.)

Now we get to the choicest cuts of this post: how to reply.

I have a go-to line that I’m ready to share with you. It’s multipurpose, effective at deflating any COG, no matter how bitchy. A warning: say it with a nonchalant smirk. Not anger. A hint of anger will cause the line to backfire.

GIRL: You’re too [X].

TRUMP’S RECENTLY HIRED PERSONAL ASSISTANT: I didn’t ask for your approval.

A variation on the line, if it suits you: “I don’t remember asking for your approval/opinion.”

It’s a line that thoroughly takes the wind out of a COG’s sails. Sure, she’ll try some comeback — “well i’m giving it” for example — but it will invariably sound feeble. The subtext — or subcommunication — in the line is critical to understanding its power: it at once disqualifies yourself from chasing her and it implies she’s chasing you for a reaction. It’s a script flip move.

A short buddy of mine used to drop this line whenever girls would mention his height (it happened enough for him to be prepared to hear it — the urban jungle is full of nasty womans). He would follow up with “but good job noting the obvious”.

This shit test counter strategy is a part of the “assume the sale” Game technique. The framing created by the line puts the girl in the position of the outsider striving to make an impression on a higher SMV man. Girls love to be in that position. Another variation on the same theme:

GIRL: You’re weird.

TRUMP’S RECENTLY FIRED PERSONAL ASSISTANT TO MELANIA: Whatever floats your boat.

Give it a whirl in the field and let us know how it goes.

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Hawk comments,

Her: you’re weird

Master of his Domain: children should be seen and not heard.

Her: can’t believe that you thought you had a chance.

Butthurt: bitch
Beta: uh uh….stammers.
Alpha level bronze frame: chance to get you pregnant? Slow down, honey, I barely know you.
Alpha level silver frame: I don’t recall asking your opinion (no smile)
Alpha level gold frame: quit stealing my negging lines, perv (smirks)
Alpha level nuclear frame: stop staring at my crotch when you say that. (Laser eye.)

The mastery of the riposte distinguishes butthurt from nuclear ZFG. The nuclear frame gives the subtext that you can ditch her for another at a moment’s notice, i.e. dread game. Verbal and physical communication must be in sync for this to work.

Outcome Independence is the psychological essence of alpha maleness. Assume the Sale is the tactical essence of alpha maleness.