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She Exists

December 10, 2013

Just found this now and creating this post from my phone. So I’ll keep it short.

She exists. She actually exists. The woman we in the sphere are always talking about. The stereotype. Right there in the mainstream media.

Everything we warn beta men about. Hypergamy. Cock carousel rider. Spinster material. Alpha fucks/beta bux. The hamster rationalising. The solipsism. The delusion. The wall.

I sure hope Yohami swings by to leave a comment about this woman.

I like her closing quote about her happy husband enjoying his sloppy seconds while she yearns for her 5 minutes of alpha. You can practically hear her writing up their future frivorse with her words:

“He’s imperfect, but I love him”

What are your thoughts?

http://mobile.nytimes.com/2013/12/10/opinion/35-and-single.html?h=2AQG0_x0I&s=1&enc=AZMWIZGAgtnt6-s3P8nIOStT5PgqYAFqXrLRN9v_jwV05d0hN-CcXUTeEHcqfwVDEZc&hp=&rref=opinion&_r=0

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Where Anger Leads

December 2, 2013

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I hear this quite a lot:

“There is so much anger in the sphere. This anger works against you and just makes you look like a bunch of angry bitter misogynists who hate women.”

I won’t deny there are many angry men in the sphere.

As i mentioned to Tarnished Sophia in my previous post here, a majority of the anger in the sphere comes from men who are freshly introduced into the sphere on what could arguably be the worst day of their life. The day their marriage ends, the day they get frivorced, the day they get cheated on by their soul mate, the day their kids are taken from them, the day they end up going to jail for a false rape, or not being able to keep up with outrageous sums of child support.

And they stay angry for a while, as everything they grew up believing about concepts of love, romance, chivalry, men and women comes crashing to the floor like a porcelain plate.  Much of the anger is justifiable, because it’s men who wake up to the fact they’ve been lied to their whole life and are now faced with the difficult task of having to accept a new reality and discard everything they thought they knew in order to digest and accept the new truths of the sphere.

It would be as if you worked hard for 35 years and investing wisely by handing over your money to Uncle Joe who everyone said was good with moeny, only to suddenly be told by Joe that it was all a lie, he wasn’t investing, he gambled it on coin slots.. all the money was gone, and you had to start again from square one learning about the realities of investing from real investors instead of listening to people who don’t know a thing about investing.

In Obsidian’s post about Ratchet women here, Off The Cuff left a very good remark that encapsulates what i have been blabbing about above:

There are two components of the sphere: getting men to first *understand* reality and get over their preconceived notions of how things should work, and then, processing the implications of it through discussion.

The former drives the latter.

I thought i knew how i was supposed to attract women. Be nice. Have a job. Be their friend and get to know everything about them before opening up your romantic intentions. You don’t want to come off as just being after sex now and add to the stereotype that all men are after is only sex. Yadda Yadda.

Once i swallowed the redpill and read every aspect of the sphere, no amount of me crying in my milk was going to change the reality of the game. Either i accepted how things actually work, or i would repeat failure. I wanted sex. I wanted a relationship. I wanted the comfort of a wonderful woman. That drove me to accept the redpill, dump all my blue pill mentality in the trash and get to the hard work of implementing the change required.

It didn’t happen overnight. There was a lot of anger along the way. A lot of anger to get out of my system. But eventually my keystrokes became less about leaving comments about all women being bitches and more about how my changes were netting positive gains in The Real World.

And this my friends, is why i get a little peeved every time i have to justify the latent anger the simmers just beneath the surface of the sphere. It’s because with the exception of a few keyboard warriors who continually enjoy leaving comments of blaming everything on women and living in their misery (because it’s easier to stay there rather than move forward and accept the new reality).. most men reach a point where they accept the new found reality and get to the hard task of slogging through their pain and anger, getting past those preconceived notions of how things should work, and start to internalize how things ACTUALLY work, and process how they themselves will work to take the best advantage possible within that framework.

From working within reality.

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Thank You

October 25, 2013

Style: "Mad Men" January Jones (Betty Draper) and Don Draper (Jon Hamm)(apologies in advance, a lot of rambling and repeating in this post. it’s a poor writing effort but i just wanted to put this out there anyways. i’m too tired to play copy editor tonight. cheers)

I hear it often now, or some variation of it.

I hear it now where i once did not.

I hear it coming from the mouths of women. All women.

It used to only come from Asian women (who seem to naturally retain their femininity and deference, at least towards white men), and the elderly (who grew up in a time of chivalry).. but now it comes from  all women.

Young, old, thin, thick, blonde, brunette, redhead, hot, fugly, liberal, conservative. Maybe even feminists?

Doesn’t matter. They’re all saying it to me when i hold it open.

The door.

Yes folks, i still end up holding doors for ladies. Always have, always will. Le sigh..

So i have to ask “What’s changed?”

Why am i now getting thank you’s left right and center for an action that hasn’t changed one iota. The action of holding a door open for a woman?

One of two things.

  1. Either the women have changed in reflection to a society that seems to be further distancing itself from the pollution that is feminism and attempting to regain/retain chivalry because it is scared that feminism has driven men to the brink of abandoning all women
  2. Or i have changed, and women are not reacting to the action itself, but in how the action is performed.. and by whom.

The first may be a plausible scenario, but would still not explain the 100% increase in pleasant responses i have received. Such a percentile change would mean that this sea change has already taken place. We all know that isn’t the case, and the statistical odds of me running into woman after woman like this would be astronomical.

So i must conclude that a majority of it is they are responding to ME as the variable that changed in the equation.

Now.. i’m not saying i’m James fucking Bond, i’m not. I would never classify myself as an ‘alpha’. More like a reformed beta, gone into greater Beta. But those moments when i nail confidence down and am truly feeling it.. you’d be hard pressed to distinguish.

And it kind of makes sense to me now, when i think of who i was back then.. and who i am now. My firm belief is women of all stripes, colors, creeds and ideologies will be receptive to ‘MEN’ who open doors for them if they are attracted enough to them ever so briefly to consider what a possible tryst might be like. Experience tells me that women certainly abhor the idea of being inseminated with unfit and unworthy semen, so they would hiss upon undesirable men who might seek to curry favor by being chivalrous in the hopes of romantic persuasion.

When i was undesirable.. most women would find ways to bend space and time in an effort to avoid acknowledging my gesture.

Today, especially when wearing my tank-tops during the summer, women couldn’t curtsy and say Thank You fast enough, their smiles betraying their thoughts. The second glance they’d shoot me farther away granted me the same feeling as a scientist when his theory pans out correctly.

Simply from the way and manner in which i confidently open a door.

And it is without reservation that all aspects of Game helped me get here. From my initial Dark Triad game which got me out of my nightmare, to learning about Game and attraction, along with Inner Game and fixing the core. Every facet of game helped.

I’ve tracked a lot of my incoming traffic, i like to see who’s talking about me and what i’m adding to the discussion. I have seen my name alot on a lot of forums and so forth. I do recall one person saying that they liked what i wrote but that i still used too much PUA crap in my writing. They don’t like the concept of ‘pretending to be someone you’re not‘ or ‘faking it till you make it‘. What they’re actually saying tho is that they are scared of working on changing themselves for the better and instead should simply be accepted as they are.

(Fat acceptance anyone?)

To each their own, i won’t dictate to any man how they wish to live. I only show my own example from where i started – to where i’ve ended up as an example for others to explore if they so choose. They think that people who peddle game are parasites taking advantage of the vulnerable.

Suffice it to say, you can see i offer no books, courses or any monetary sink holes for people to fall into. While i will agree that there is a group of people who sell the downtrodden unreasonable hopes of landing HB9’s with 3 simple questions that will make her want to fuck you, and the idea that you can turn a love shy, introverted, and socially awkward wallflower into a Mac Daddy over the course of a weekend seminar is selling snake oil at it’s finest.. it doesn’t invalidate the central tenets of Game philosophy, Evo Psych and attraction triggers evolved from our cavemen ancestors. Or as Private Man says – Biology Always Wins.

I think what rubs some of these guys the wrong way (and i will concur) is that alot of the salesmen are duplicitous charlatans who start off from a dubious premise. I’ll use Paul Janka as an example. This guy sells ‘The Attraction Formula’.. and for what it’s worth, i read it. I read it 3 weeks after breaking up with my exwife. I downloaded it from das Pirate Bay so i didn’t contribute to the pool of unfortunate men funding him. The book is almost a collection of core game rules that you could end up figuring out for yourself if you spent enough time bloghopping in the sphere. The reason i pick on Paul is because he starts his sales pitch with a doozy (and i’m paraphrasing because i can’t recall it) that sounds something like this:

Look at me, i’m not the most attractive, or good looking guy out there. I’m Joe Average. But with my system, you can get laid with many different women, one for every day of the week!

  • Full head of hair – check
  • 5 oclock shadow – check
  • masculine jawline – check
  • dark full eyebrows – check
  • alpha features and facial tone – check
  • perfect teeth – check
  • looks great in a suit – check

Yes. Joe Average indeed.

I do not see him as having trouble with woman since he has his foot half way through the door and many women will be pleased to be approached by him. It’s his ball to fumble afterwords but he has ‘Game’ built into his face.

I’ll bet most of his students do not. There are some guys who will never be able to pull HB9’s no matter what. Like attracts like and +/- a point or two is the basic operating trend.

So yes, the detractors of game have a point i might concede in that some people who peddle game are really selling false hopes in order to monetize on the misfortunes of the beta to omega class. I’ll grant that.

I’m not one of them. I’m not peddling anything other than a collection of my stories and my transformation (and the odd rant or two about rape/sluts/frivorces/mens rights/mgtow advice/yadayada) nothing more.

So it hurts when people say that learning game is bogus, or it sucks that you have to act or pretend, and they feel like they’d be tired sooner or later having to keep up the facade.

When you fulfill your transformation, there is no facade.. there is only you.

It is not the spoon that bends, only your mind.

I can surely assure them and assuage their feelings that i am neither pretending to be someone else or faking anything. I am not ‘play acting’. I am the very same person who i was 20 years ago, in mind and spirit. The only thing that changed is how i present myself to the world.

Through my physical appearance, to the better fitting and fashionable clothes, to the grooming (and accepted loss of hair gone cue ball, embracing instead of ashamin’), to fixing my teeth, and learning both what women find attractive (and being able to fit in without much fuss), and knowing what they find unattractive (and knowing when and by how much to taper off the bad beta), and in knowing when not to partake in any drama or fuss (mgtow, knowing my objective real value, treating myself as the prize, no pussy pedestal, easy dismissal of entitled brats/whores).

Game isn’t all smoke and mirrors, fakery, pimp hats and feather boa’s. Those who are internally confident and sure of themselves can use game as a supplement and make it a  part of who they are, and it doesn’t come off as awkward, unnatural or pathetic. And you don’t get internally confident just by repeating pickup lines like a parrot. You can’t fake it for long, if at all. Once you fix the core, it’s not faking.

There’s no fakery when i can carry on a conversation with a women and lace it with sexual tension and innuendo, and hold eye contact throughout. 3 years ago i wouldn’t be able to say anything sexually charged without blushing and averting her eyes like a sheepish shy omega.

Those who dismiss game, are simply dismissing learning and mastering the ability to have control over ones actions. You can look at game as a means to learn shortcuts to attraction, but without the inner confidence of actually knowing it, you end up looking like a punk who writes cheques his body can’t cash. I look at game more as a means to help you prevent your beta/gamma unattractive traits from coming to the surface and letting ‘the real you’ shine through.

As i go through life now, i don’t think.. i just do. I’m not acting, I am ME. Inner game allowed me to become the best me possible. Game itself taught me how to curb my unattractive traits so that i only present the very best me possible at all times.

When i’m walking down the street with my head held high, walking tall, cock leading me.. i’m not acting. It is what i have become. 5 years ago i was a slouching, foot dragging, shoulders/head in front of cock beta.

When i’m telling a joke to a female, i smile, hold the gaze, laugh and keep my head face to face with my recipient. I do not stutter over my words, mess up punch lines, giggle throughout the joke, snort, or sheepishly look at the floor while in the company of women.

When i’m speaking with people, i’m cognoscent of how i speak, modulating the inflections of my voice, maintaining control, holding my frame and using gestures only when required. I speak like i walk, poised and with purpose. I am thinking about what i am going to say before i say it. What i don’t do is ramble, get stuck on ‘uhhh’s, let my voice enter tonal ranges of a prepubescent teenager, or flail my arms around like an airline ground traffic controller hopped up on speed and coke.

And yes, even something as simple as opening a door. I calculate in advance whether to pick up my pace to make it to the door in time, smoothly and effortlessly, or slow down if i feel i’m too far away. I open the door in one fluid motion and position myself in front of the door with ease, and attain eye contact, and smile. I do not run at a sprint towards the door, i do not make it obvious it was planned, i do not struggle with the door or flail like a flag in the wind. I don’t behave submissively at the door or look at the floor. I don’t park my ass behind the door.

And all this happens now without me consciously even thinking about it. There are moments where i falter or trip, but i recover so much quicker and easier as well.

These changes didn’t happen overnight, and it wasn’t parlor tricks or a wearing eye makeup and pretending to be a pirate.

These were life changes to make me better, while retaining the essence of who i was. I didn’t change, but what i presented to the world did!

Anyone who says that learning Game is basically acting or pretending to be someone you’re not simply hasn’t grasped how to effectively use it, and how to actualize their full potential.

I am still the exact same person i was 20 years ago. I am a geek. I love Transformers. I would play Dungeons and Dragons if i had the time and friends. I love technology. None of that has changed. But you would never imagine the night and day difference between me then and me now if you saw me next to my 20 year old beta shmuck self. And now that it has become a part of me and who i am, (and because i chose well in terms of who i partnered up with) it is not a chore, not a burden, not some terrible fate that i must continue to ‘pretend’ or ‘act’ or ‘behave’ in some manner that i will eventually get tired of or slip up and revert to beta. Having fully embraced being masculine.. it is not a chore, rather it is something i welcome and enjoy being. I stood in the frame and by golly… i kinda fucking like it here!

What has changed is how i present myself. I don’t make Transformers or video games the epicenter of my life like 20 years ago I’m not the bashful non-confident nerd of 15 years ago. I’m not the quiet meek voice of 10 years ago. I’m not the posture of a doormat i was 5 years ago. . everything about who i am now is having put into practice reclaiming my masculinity, and working hard to create real value in myself so my confidence in myself is also real and not just ‘acting’ or a parlor trick.

I simply upped my Game.

And the women have taken notice.

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RELATED:

Danny on how the outside matters but doesn’t matter.. it’s all about the ‘core’!

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When A Woman Wants a Cowboy, You Play By His Rules

August 1, 2013

Late night post, i should be in bed to let my muscles heal. Kick ass shoulders and arms routine. Gotta build those pipes.

But i noticed some traffic coming to me from Reddit, but not the usual r/TheRedPIll traffic.. no, this was coming from r/TheBluePill.

YIKES!

So i followed it along to this page and ended up in a conversation with ThirdShift. Started out a little contentious because of a few insinuations she made about me, but in retrospect they might have been warranted since we are strangers and she doesn’t know me like you fine folks who read me day in day out..

All 5 of you.

But whatever, I decided to crosspost my answer to her here because my long winded diatribe contained a vision i thought was worth sharing with all of you given the recent kerfuffle over at SSM’s in a post that had many comments about the value of self improvement and the life situation of some men who might be well beyond any hope of improving. This reply to ThirdShift addresses both as best as i could.

Do feel free to drop in and share some wisdom there. Be polite. Only drop the bomb on actual retardicons, not ones who are open to dialogue.

Oh, and if anyone has a good reply for this woman, please do let loose. I think someone should remind her that those studies she’s referencing don’t take into account that woman don’t do ‘work’ that keeps the planet running, like mining for gas/coal/oil, building cities and road infrastructure, electricity generation, sanitation, sewage, etc.. if women really think they’re doing 2 to 3 times as much work as men, i’d gladly say “LETS SWAP JOB ROLES” and see how fast civilization comes to a grinding halt. Just sayin.

Wihtout further ado.. my r/BluePill comment reply:

Fair enough in your reply. You’ve been gracious at not throwing the kitchen sink at me. (and no that is not a get back in the kitchen joke either) Read the rest of this entry ?

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Questions That Need Answers – Part 1

July 24, 2013

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A QUESTION FOR SLUTS

  • So you’re with a great guy, and one day the ‘number’ talk comes up. He tells you he’s been with N. His N is vastly lower than your N. By a catastrophic margin. Knowing this new information, why are you so interested into hanging onto someone who hasn’t had the vast amount of sexual experience you got? Why are you so afraid to tell him your real number?
  • Why are you so afraid of losing someone over a number?
  • Why would you want to hang on to such an insecure loser?
  • What is the purpose of lying to maintain such an inadequate and unequal relationship?

You should be with someone as EQUALLY and sexually educated as you.

That is why you slutted around right? To ‘find’ out who you were? To ‘discover’ what turned you on? To ‘learn’ about your sexual tastes from a wide assortment of partners? Simply to have fun?

So when you find out your partner didn’t get to experience the same life of sexual gluttony you did.. why do you suddenly feel so ashamed of your past?

Is it because there is TRUTH to the Double Standard?

Proud eh'

First seen @ Dalrock’s

This picture pisses me off. Ever since i saw it at Dalrock’s, it always enrages me as much as when a cue jumping jackass cuts me off in traffic.

You DON”T DESERVE THAT relationship. You deserve a relationship with someone else. Who is that someone else? Whomever accepts you real N, that’s who.

You are lying your ass off to keep it because you know you aren’t worth it. You are lying to your partner because you know he could do better, deserves better. You are simply using him. You don’t love him. How could you? You can’t even tell him the truth! You’re too scared to lose him. You should be proud, and let the ‘loser’ walk if he finds your number too high. You should find someone who’s not ‘afraid’ of your number.

Love has nothing to do with it now. Love had nothing to do with it when you were being a slut. Love does not enter the equation.

If he means that much to you, and all the slutting you did back then ‘didn’t matter‘, that it was ‘just sex‘ as you say.. why not help your low partner count man that you are so desperate to hang onto by lying to him about your number, instead help him out and wingman him into the pussies of X number of women, where X is the remainder of you N minus his N  to equal out the equation and restore balance.

After all, it’s just sex right? It doesn’t mean anything right? So help your current man reach the number you attained so there won’t be any of those inadaquate feelings fostered or any lingering insecurities to put a damper on things.

How could you possibly object to that? Don’t let ‘feelings’ get in the way. He’ll still love you even after he’s had wild sex with throngs of women. He might even get a shit ton more confident and alpha to boot. Win win ammiright?

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As an aside.. what if my relationship history is that of a serial cheater and philanderer. I’m disease free, but my chances of remaining monogamous are virtually nil. Do you have a right to know that? Do you have a right to know, before we start up a relationship that may become serious or long term, that of the past 30 relationships i had, i cheated on every one of them? Wouldn’t you like to know? Is it any of your fucking business? So long as in the hear and now i’m professing to love you and that’s all that matters, why should you know the truth of my past, or if you did know, why would it matter?

And once you do know, would you be so insecure in your abilities as a woman as to think that you didn’t have what it took to keep me from straying?

Part 2 coming soon.

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You’ll Need More Than Just Your Vagina to Compete with the Future (NSFW)

July 4, 2013

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In honor of this being my 200th post (whew) and having surpassed 270,000+ views, i present to you a long laugh that was as fun to write as i hope it is fun to read. It’s lengthy and pic heavy but i think it might just make your day and raise some interesting and thought provoking discussion. At the very least it allowed me to be gratuitous with the pic and vid links. Please not, this post is most certainly NOT SAFE for work, or around kids, or Lindsay West.

You’ve been warned.

Ok, we’ve all talked about sexbots till we’re blue in the face. However, these are not actual sexbots, but software.

And if you don’t think this has dire implications down the road, you got another thing coming.

The Asians are hard at work making their hardcore Hentai/Anime porn look as photo-realistic as possible.

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Picture this scenario:

Throughout the day you’ve been bombarded with ads on TV for Axe body spray, you’ve passed by the newstand and seen the latest cover of MAXIM, you went into the convenience store and noticed the HUSTLER on the rack, your female coworker decided to wear those red pumps and shorter pencil skirt today, and you fantasized about taking her in the broom closet, you went to the gym and couldn’t help notice the tight girls doing their yoga stretches, the cash girl at the coffee shop was extra bubbly and smiled extra hard when you ordered your brew on the way home and you couldn’t help but notice the billboard on the highway for SPIKE TV displaying a tight toned female stomach covered in water beads beside a .50 caliber sniper rifle. By the time you pulled into the driveway and bumped into your neighbors hot wife bouncing by during her jog.. your prostate is pretty much pounding the shit out of your insides demanding you release the pressure.

After this particularily hard grueling day, you come home, to an empty house, throw your keys on the coffee table, put your briefcase down, sit on the couch, verbally say ‘Xbox ON’, put on the goggles, sit back relax.

The Kinect controller recognizes your face, along with your pulse, heart rate, stress levels, pupil dialation, body temperature and rate of breathing, etc… a virtual tricorder of knowing what state your body is, how much tension you have pent up, and how badly it needs to be released.

And it has the perfect digital simulation to help you out with that little conundrum.

The doctor will see you now!

The doctor will see you now!

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Turning Point

June 18, 2013

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I love reading tons of internet media postings.. especially those done not in the ‘safe space’ confines of Jizzabel or other femcunt enclave that houses kittens like FatBoobz.

It’s a reading into the mass consciousness of the collective and a fairly good representation of where the society is headed. Not by what is actually being written in the article, but by how the viewership responds. Especially with the semi anonymity of the internet, and the ability to speak a little more freely without having to worry about irritating the old ‘ball and chain’ sitting next to you if you don’t need to. Finally, it allows for many men to see arguments they never before had the chance to see and chime in.

The comment sections are almost like a different version of the manosphere, where the redpill is simply stated (given the what but not the why) and  becoming manifest within mens minds, piggybacking off one another, no longer scared to put a voice to a rational opinion they were once too scared to voice because they were made to feel like villains for those rational thoughts.

But the tide is turning.

I just checked out this post over at the Daily PissBucket.. er.. Mail. When i first saw the banner headline i felt the typical usual rage starting to boil to the surface. So many things ran through my mind, things i wanted to say, to log in, to chime in, shoot this obvious shit piece down the crapper.

(Keep in mind Microsoft has lost me to Playstation based on their whole DRM scheme and game licensing bullshit vs. letting me own and do what i want with my own physical media, but i wasn’t in the mood to let M$ get shit on for something so obviously stupid and made up through sheer will of imagined victimhood)

I didn’t have to.

Read the article HERE.

Then go down to the comments section.

Now here’s the fun part.

Click on ‘The Best Rated’ comments.

Click on ‘The Worst Rated’ comments.

See the pattern. See the trend. See what the average person is just now starting to see and absorb and react to.

Feminism’s bullshit is running on borrowed time. It can’t stop the redpill.

We’ve crossed the point of no return.

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There are NiceGirls™ all around us

February 7, 2013
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You’re too Nice dear.

Ever see the girl who loves cooking breakfast for a douchebag?

Ever know a girl who really likes getting her boyfriend a beer?

Ever witnessed a girl make a sammich for her lover?

Ever heard about a woman who picks up after, cleans and does the laundry of her special guy?

Ever read dating and advice columns about women asking what more they can do to get their significant other to un-equivocally commit to them?

Ever had to listen to some vapid chick cry about how hard she tries to please her man sexually, giving him every request he wants without getting her needs fulfilled, faking her orgasms or just getting the wham bam jackhammer thank you m’aam treatment.. and then  asking why he’s still so distant?

Ever hear a woman weep after being berated, humiliated, shoved, abused by her man.. and defend her man saying he’s really not like that, he’s a good person, just give him time?

Ever hear all of this from a woman who simply felt an expectation that doing these things were part of building a relationship towards the goal of commitment?

Ever hear a woman call a man a commitment-phoebe?

Ever hear all of these women pour forth a river of tears , shrieking in agony and cursing to the heavens about how they did everything to keep the relationship going, how awful these horrible men were for not pouring in the same amount of effort, how he’s a creep, a loser, immature, peter pan, man boy  child, not ready for a serious relationship and how he wouldn’t man up to take the relationship to the “next level“?

The vitriol that bursts forth from their lips when cold, harsh  reality sinks in as her mind awakens to the fact that all her efforts were for naught, all the while receiving cold comfort and validation from a security blanket of female friends, a gaggle of hens who curse the stupid awful mean man who simply refused to appreciate her epic awesomeness to perform his duty to the imperative and commit to her.

We see it all the time but never call it out for what it is because we live in a world that gives primacy and validation for the female preferred method of both promiscuity and attaining commitment.

It’s the rules of GirlWorld™.

THE NICE PARADOX. TO BE NICE IS TO CEDE POWER.

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Ian, Vox, Sexbots, MGTOW, Sports Metaphors, Dancing and a Man with Boobs. I mock it!

February 1, 2013

RedAlert

[Long post alert, con't from previous post (link). Go get some coffee or just stop and come back later when you got time.]

To start this multiple intersecting post off, let’s start with an interesting post i discovered by RexPatriarch over here at Women Are The Ones Who Stress Being Alone Not Men

Now we’ve been around the block on this one a bunch of times, about the bullshit that’s pumped out by the lamestream about how important it is for men to marry IF they want less stress, health benefits, yada yada… you can just smell the drizzling of diarrhetic bullshit being sprayed from the back of this particularly sick and angry female cow. The whole MGTOW movement and the reciprocal banshee howls of the late 30’s women echoing over the night sky like the sound of a train horn carries on a rainy night are a testament to that bullshit. The good Captain quite effectively showed just how much fecal matter was ejected to build up this trope of men requiring women for longevity. If anything brings stress to a man’s life.. it’s usually having to deal with finding, then trying to keep a woman. And the stress goes through the roof if he fails to keep the women, along with most of his assets and children.

My own personal anecdote is that there is truth to the health benefits of pairing up.. but it’s quite overstated and the costs vastly underestimated. My personal tale was that of someone miserable and unwell until i banged a few strippers, which brought me to a heightened state of confidence but un-fulfillment. Hooking up with and getting engaged to my wife was my chicken soup for the soul moment and i will tell you, in the 3 years we were together, i think i maybe had one sore throat. I didn’t call in sick once. I remember one time she was getting over a really nasty flu and she sounded terrible, voice all raspy and fucked up, but she wanted to get frisky. I pounded the living daylights out of her, swapping spit and fluids like it was going out of style. And my immune system went beastmode on every bacteria or virus that tried to get into me. Hell, i felt like Superman.

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But of course, there’s that moment the study doesn’t talk about. You know.. the one where after 2 months of marriage counselling and seeing the life you built about to be taken apart brick by brick, and you didn’t even kiss your wife on New Years because the two of you aren’t talking and you know your marriage is now a lie? Yeah.. good ol’ January, the month of breakups and divorce. Two days after the new year started i got hit with a fever of 39.5 degrees Celsius that came and went 5 times over the course of two days. Then there were all the colds and malaise i developed over the course of 3 months while sleeping at my moms place wondering if anyone was fucking my ex back in MY condo where i let her stay because my beta ass couldn’t just kick her out. Or all the stress i endured cancelling credit cards and bank accounts, insurance policies on homes and cars and dealing with real estate brokers and lawyers to make sure i gave my ex more than i thought she was entitled to in hopes she wouldn’t take my ass to court. Bargaining under the shadow of the law they call it.

Yea… you know what. My cheap rent, paid off car, healthy credit rating, beer money and xbox are doing my health wonders. Is it as great as the 3 years i had with wifey? Hard to say. Physically i’m stronger and better looking than ever, healthier over all, with all the time to exercise that i require. I’m not in a stressful rat race to accumulate things to keep up with the jones’s. Would the addition of a nice warm body to lay with at night be better? A woman who will smile a precious smile and laugh like a bubbly teenager to one of my witty retorts? Obviously. But at what price is it worth to have? And at what cost is it worth to lock in for the long haul when the risk is so high? As Roosh would say.. just rent until the cost jacks up, and find a new place.

Sad? Yes… but i didn’t bring this on myself. Hence why it’s easier for me as MGMOW to be alone. Tougher when you’re a kid, easier when you’re in your prime years and not dependent upon the almighty pussy. It has no power over me.

Here’s what a lot of women need to grasp here. I’m going to use the recent NHL lockout as a metaphor here.

Read the rest of this entry ?

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Quebec. You’re doing it right!

January 25, 2013

Find a girl in Quebec.

Do not marry.

Draw up a legal contract outlining division of assets upon breakup. Or not.

Cohabit.

Girl wants to leave? Fine.

Unmarried Quebec couples have no right to alimony, court rules – Montreal – CBC News

http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/montreal/story/2013/01/25/supreme-court-ruling-eric-vs-lola-quebec-civil-code.html

Quebec Justice Minister Bertrand St-Arnaud said the decision “confirms the principle of freedom of choice which has always governed life in Quebec, in other words the freedom of couples who choose the rules that will govern their union.”

Amen.

Read it and enjoy. I’ll be brushing up on my French.

What i’m REALLY hoping for is for this ruling to put pressure on those who want to challenge the current structure in other Provinces. Especially for the rich guys who are currently with gold-diggers in waiting.. they’ll have plenty of incentive to try.

This news really made my day :)

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