Archive for July, 2012


MGTOW gives me freedom to choose what’s right for me.

July 31, 2012

Really quick post.

I felt depressed today. It’s been a while since i been with anyone, no need to put a number on it (and any woman who tells me they haven’t had it in X weeks and feels ‘frustrated’…


I don’t count the episode with my ex-busted-friendzone. Tho a bit of fooling around, it didn’t amount to shit nor ended up going where i wanted it to go. But it was for the best.

A coworker of mine picked up a hot polish yoga instructor over the weekend. Saw the pics.. damn. Just added to my frustration. I want to be able to do what he does.. what most of you apparently can do. Approach, open, jibberjab, neg, deflect, tease, etc.. without so much as batting an eyelash. I’ve read all your blogs. I’m reading ‘The Game’. I hear the advice…

Roosh, Heartiste, Rollo, Yohami, Badger, Dogsquat, Leap, Athol, Vox, FFY, Danny, Dange/Play, Dalrock, and on and on… and i’ve read so much i have no clue what it is i’m looking for any more or what can save me?

PUA bangs? Stable life with a partner? A wingman? Treat’m like sluts and go for the kill early.. we don’t marry sluts. But then i’ll never find one to bunker down with? How could i? If they give it up on date 1.. slut. If she holds out for several dates because she’s looking for something more, i’m a chump, i have to assume she would bang David Beckham in a ONS or it’s what she did early in life. If she’s chaste, then im a fool because she’ll expect me to be a utility/pack mule serving her female interests from a bygone dead era of chivalry. If she wants marriage, i’m fucked because marriage 2.0 dictates i’m an idiot for signing that paper again. All roads lead off a cliff.

But let’s not get ahead of myself..

I’m not anywhere close to being game ready yet. I don’t have the gift of gab or the patience to deal with the types of girls my coworker (or most of the PUA crowd) deals with. I’ve come to not trust hypergamous women, so even tho i understand the nature of the beast, i can’t respect it. It’s the 21st century. Biology can’t be used as a justification for stupid choices. If i can seduce you by being a douche, i cannot respect you enough to let you stay the night when we’re done. It’s my limbo. I still feel like i’m looking for something more.. tho that’s probably the latent beta in me talking. I envy Rollo after reading his post about his marriage. He says he lucked out in how it happened, but that’s so much of life.. pure luck. I don’t know whether gaming chicks and trying to go for 50 bangs in a year is going to fix my inner demons.. the ones that want me to make up for a good chunk of my prior incel life, to make up for what i missed out on OR look for one of those mystical unicorns that i know exist. (Girlwriteswhat is proof).

People tell me i look good. That’s great and all, but we all know it might only get one foot in the door, and im cursed with working in the downtown core, so i see nothing but chiseled Hollywood man-jaw American Dad types all around me that girls salivate over so whatever anyone thinks of me, my surroundings actually create self esteem issues. I’m surrounded by beautiful people.

It doesn’t help that i’m dull and quite introverted. I can talk and be social.. i’m sure there is video evidence of that somewhere. It just drains me. And it feels like a nightmare trying to be social with the group i want to be sexually attractive to, the 22-27 crowd.. the only crowd i’d give a chance to try for children with if they stuck around for a couple of years to earn my trust. As much as i can relate better to the 30’s crowd of women, i won’t entertain any idea of giving them the shot for their baby rabies. So again i’m in limbo.

I need the manosphere to give me a good kick in the ass. Go out to a bar, drop a shot to warm up, and use a couple of openers and get shot down and just let the warmth of rejection flow over me until it becomes just another opportunity to open. I need to get over my fear of women, stop treating them.. no revering them as the prize. I am the prize.. i just need to fucking feel it first. Wish i had a wingman or a mentor to guide me ala Mystery. Anyone in Toronto up for some sargin’?

As Cypher said.. everyone falls the first time. I need to fall. I need to own my own banner. I need to face my fear and let it pass through me, then i will not fear the mind killer.

But with all this running through my head, i did the one thing for myself that felt right.

I got on my bike, the bike i bought four years ago when i was out of shape. The one i bought with the purpose of getting into shape. The one i left to rust in my garage for four years throughout my marriage. The one i recently had my friend take in for a tune up along with his bike. Tonight i got on that bike, and we rode out into the night.. close to an hour of just riding and chatting with the wind at our backs. No one to answer to, but yourself.

I plan to go on a lot more of these sojourns to clear my mind. I can, at any time, i’m bound to no one but myself.

That’s the freedom of MGTOW that i cherish.


Guess it wasn’t a really quick post afterall. Funny how that always happens.


Stupid Meme.. Fixed it for ya!

July 20, 2012

A real quickie, but a goodie. Got to let me flex my Photoshop might for a bit.
I’m sure many of you have by now seen a stupid meme about body types floating around on Assbook or Twatter or Dumblr.

Anyhoo, this pic is quite obvious in it’s tone. Sexiness means having more meat on your bones, not being rail thin. The obvious implication here is to denigrate thin girls and root for the ‘bigger’ girls. What we’re really seeing is a bullshit trope laying the groundwork for saying ‘Fuck you skinny girls, once you go big you never go twig.”

The meme then goes to EXAGGERATED lengths to prove this by pitting some of the hottest most recognizable and desired females of a bygone era whilst posing for obvious professional pin up pics against some of the most poorly chosen, half recognizable celebs in the most unflattering harsh under daylight point&shoot camera pics.

Exhibit A. – The Meme.

Being somewhat of a hobbyist when it comes to photo’s let me just clarify a couple of things wrong with the setup of this meme.

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Sexbots. Rise of the Boners!

July 19, 2012

Thanks to Leap of Beta for inadvertently coining the title of this post.

Skynet did not become self aware and start a nuclear war on August 4, 1997 because of Cyberdyne Systems as predicted in James Camerons first two Terminator films.

Skynet did not become self aware on July 25, 2004 due to the US military’s Cyber Research Systems Division taking control of all computers planet wide and starting a nuclear war as promised in T3: Rise of the Machines.

But the future is not set. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves.

And oh what a fate we are making!

Ok.. so we’re not there yet.

I find the idea quite amusing.

After reading an awesome piece over at Heartiste today about how the current of free high quality porn is slowly erasing mens dependency on women, and how sexbots would completely remove it (thus creating the paradox of abundance mentality and turning every guy into an aloof alpha).. i got to thinking about something i wrote about a while back in a post about double standards.

When Heartiste drew the parallels between male and female equivalence of modern supernormal stimuli, it made me think once again about certain inequalities.

Most all supernormal stimuli for males is equated with negativity, reviled and loathed, things to be abhorred and shunned. The female version is accepted, rejoiced, embraced and exalted as wonderful past times.

Male = bad. Female = good.

Once again it is women who hold all the aces. The things that bring them happiness, are out in the open for all to see as they bask in their inanity and self absorption, dragging us along for the ride on the stupid train. How stupid? Heartiste answers that quibble resoundingly:

Answer: 50 Shades of Gray, tabloids, Facebook, OkCupid, pulp romance novels, pretty much everything on TV, high glycemic carbs.

All that garbage, out in the open, perfectly fine, ok, accepted.

Yet when a man wants to hit his super-dooper-kala-si-fric-normal stimuli by checking out some tantalizing female flesh, if he doesn’t have tight game, still in the blue pill world, stuck in a sexless marriage or given up all hope, he must either crawl into a dimly lit den with purple lights for fear of being recognized, or hide in the shadows while ordering porn online (or downloading it like a Pirate arrrrr) and do his business in the warm afterglow of a computer monitor. Remember, his stimuli is BAD.

Into the pr0n again eh’

So what would be the ultimate BAD stimuli? Well a woman that fucked and sucked on command, while giving you eyes and asking you to blow a load in her mouth, and then asked you how your day was, maybe even make you a sandwich? And she didn’t do it with a hint of anger, frustration or resentment. Each and every day, would look at you longingly and lovingly and do everything possible to make your day just a little brighter and happier than the last.

And hope you don’t have to reboot her after leaving her on for a week. Self cleaning model’s would be a luxury option.

Enter the Sexbot.

Now before you call me a misogynist, I want you to think about this next puzzle long and hard. What has feminism fought and striven for to allow women to do since it’s inception? I’m sure most of you have said ‘Be irresponsible blithering dolts” and i’d be hard pressed to argue that.. but no. What they wanted right out of the gate and have pretty much achieved through changes to laws, government involvement, wealth transfers, relaxing of standards, education, indoctrination and social attitudes is this…


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The Revenge of the Few Extra Pounders

July 15, 2012

Regular reader ‘Stormy’ sent me one of those ‘funny’ ecards that float around the interwebz every now and again along with a stirring question.

“WTF all the fat chicks keep reposting this.”

Good question Stormy. I already answered for you but i’ll delve in deeper as to the why.. and also why it’s so horribly ineffective as ‘a joke’.

Firstly, it’s important to understand possible motive. It boils itself down to a self defense mechanism. The angry victim wants to strike back. There was a time many moons ago when i was not in shape, or popular. I had my own cohort of tormenters ready to pick on me. If you’re being constantly harassed, it’s easier to create a fault in your tormenter and focus on it, rather than look inward and see whether your harasser has a valid point, albeit presenting that point very poorly. And even then, your harasser is just that.. and individual, not a society or class of people. Sometimes people forget this.


Because it’s simply an easier way of dehumanizing their real or perceived abusers. The only way you feel better is by finding or creating out of thin air, something wrong about who you think is holding you down, projecting it over everyone who fits that type per-emptively and making fun of them to build yourself up as being morally, ethically or genuinely superior, especially by adding in the God bit at the end of it. I mean, if God is on your side, how could you possibly be in the wrong? God had to divvy between awesome looks and awesome personality, so it must suck to be a hottie when the big girls have all that awesomeness unto themselves.

But where this one fails horribly is this… i have never found a girl to be hysterical. Funny yes, but not hysterical. If they laughed at my jokes, then they were awesome. Brilliant? I’ve met girls much smarter than me. I like smart girls. I think it’s a great bonus if i could talk about philosophy or current events and not worry about them forgetting to change the oil in the car or put a peanut butter sandwich in the Bluray player. Smarts are great, oversmart not so much. Brilliance is in the eye of the beholder and if played poorly, it becomes a negative trait in the blink of an eye. BUT it was never was my primary interest for wanting to hookup with a woman. I’m a LOOKS first, ask questions late type of guy.

So that slogan really doesn’t do anything, ANYTHING to help their cause and only reaffirms that size 2 women are the type to be around. The careful wordplay tries to make it sound like an insult, like size 2 women are stupid and unsociable. If only the land whales posting these slogan cards actually understood gender properly. This is intrasexual competition at it’s finest. They know that in the looks department they are woefully handicapped in the mate selection department. They’re basically holding the door while the pretty ones get first dibs. They’re pissed. So instead of either:

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James Bond knows how to toy with hamsters

July 13, 2012

Super quick post because I’m melting in this oppressive heat and i need a good nights rest since i’m going to someone’s executio… err.. wedding tomorrow.

Just a choice quote from our hero that really resonate with me after taking the redpill.

If you have any more you’d like to add, throw them in the comments 🙂

Casino Royale (2006)

Solange: [they are kissing on the floor of his beachfront suite] You like married women… don’t you, James?
James Bond: It keeps things simple.
Solange: [laughs] What is it about bad men? You… my husband. I had so many chances to be happy, so many nice guys. Why can’t nice guys be more like you?
James Bond: Because then they’d be bad.
Solange: [kissing him some more] Mmmmm, yeah…!


Equality. Honouring the 3%

July 9, 2012


Just wow.

Although this story is fairly old, it still shows that a man doing the mundane is expected, when a woman does it, it’s a celebration (link).

City Honors Female Garbage Collectors

When you think of a sanitation worker — riding on a garbage truck and dumping trash can after trash can — most people would picture a big, tough guy in their minds. But out of 7,000 uniformed city workers nicknamed “the strongest,” 200 of them are women. In honor of women’s history month, the department celebrated some of the the first females to suit up in green.

Hmmmm… let’s do some quick math shall we? Math was never my strong suit but i’ll give’r a shot.

[glad i rechecked.. almost posted up the wrong number. ouch.]

7000 / 200 * 100 = 2.85%

10 collectors in this pic. 1 is a woman. 10%. This pic is 7% off reality.

This story takes place in New York. Now i don’t have labor statistics for the City of Toronto, the GTA or outlying burroughs, but what i do have is keen eyesight enough to tell me i have NEVER seen one woman picking up the curbside refuse, litter and detritus. Cool words huh.

Now i’m not here to harp on the 3% of women doing this. I actually think they should be commended, tho i believe all the collectors should get honored, not just the women. They’re all performing the same duty right?

But in the name of equality what in Sam Hill is going on? I thought women wanted 50% of every job (instead of dominating the safer positions)? I thought they would be lining up to collect trash and heave bins into the trucks like men. I thought anything a man could do, so could women… ONLY BETTER! 

Turns out they only want the glamorous ones, the easy ones, the ones that will put them in a position to be noticed.

Still, all the above gives me more reason to respect the 3%. Who knows.. maybe they DO deserve special recognition, for going so far beyond their sistah’s in terms of trying to attain true equality rather than just pay it bullshit lip service. I guess women should be proud to have other women joining the ranks of men in the proud service of keeping our cities garbage, disease and pestilence free right?

Someone should have given this woman the memo (link): From YAHOO answers. [emphasis mine]

Best Answer – Chosen by Voters

The number of women holding university qualifications has overtaken men for the first time, according to figures from the Australian Bureau of Statistics (ABS). The ABS found that 28 percent of Generation X and Y women (i.e. aged between 20 and 39) held a bachelor degree or higher in 2006, 7 percent more than men in the same age bracket. Each generation holds more academic qualifications than the last, making Generations X and Y the most highly educated on record.
Women go out of their way to gain higher education so they aren’t stuck with jobs like ‘garbage man’. Given a choice who would want to pick up rubbish for a living?

Yes you fabulous 3% ladies.. your job is rubbish. So says this dumb moistened bint.

Yes indeed why? We wouldn’t want to see history repeat itself would we? Equality. I say.. I say… Foghorn Leghorn wants to know what it’s good for?
Someone please call the coroner and let them know the Patriarchy™ is dead and awaiting pickup in the back ally.
[update: looks like the post will have to be renamed 3% to 1%… i was just going by old NYC figures.. looks like the national rate is actually much worse, but why am i not surprised?]

Was USENET the birthplace of the manosphere?

July 8, 2012

Whoot! I’m closing in on 10,000 views. Not my greatest accomplishment ever, but in 3 weeks o’bloggin i think it’s decent. Much thanks to shared link love and Delusion Damage. Without him the reach would not be there. Course Delusion Damage is where i start my morning and find all the other wonderful blogs as well. So thank you all, especially my US readers. You make up 2/3rds of all the hits. I welcome all my lurkers to take a bow. To my regular commenters.. i value your input dearly, please keep the wisdom flowing!

But now to the banner headline…

I received this lengthy write up from a commenter who pointed out that this thing we call the manosphere has it’s roots in the early  era of the internet. (h/t Gnosis) Men were already starting to sound the alarms to anyone who would listen through whatever venues they could find back in the day.

I really do recall seeing this post (or a similar post) once posted on Craigslist if im not mistaken. I didn’t pay it much heed.. i was still beta and believed the vast majority of women were sweet and demur and wanted love and relationships Disney style and only ended up with cads out of confusion waiting for someone like me to come around and show my quality.

Yes… i was a fucking idiot. Only took better part of 2 decades, years of beta-orbiting hell and a marriage torpedoed by hypergamous unhaaaaapyness. I didn’t swallow the red pill. It was rammed up my ass with the exit velocity of a .50 caliber round leaving a Desert Eagle. Quite a shock to the system, i still have a hard time sitting down.

Anyways.. without further adoo, i present the wisdom of 2003 and what i might consider the birth of the manosphere and redpill wisdom in the new digital frontier. A full 2 years ahead of the publication of ‘The Game‘.. one might wonder if Mystery himself penned this?



A straight-talking post that was controversially posted across half of Usenet in 2003.

I wasn’t a sexist before I understood women. There was a time when I was blissfully ignorant. I grew up watching Disney cartoons, I believed in romance and “true love conquers all” etc. I wanted to find a woman who could be my equal, my partner. I believed in finding that one true love and being committed to each other forever. You know, like in the marriage vows, “for better or for worse, through sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer” etc. And I believed that women basically wanted the same thing. Now I understand that this was only possible when society was structured to enforce it. Now that women are “liberated” (and thus at the mercy of their own emotions and baser instincts) this is mostly no longer possible in today’s society. Victorian society, or many Arab societies, are examples of how society used to be structured to keep women as faithful as possible.

I’d like to point out that I am not a misogynist…I love women. But I AM a sexist, in the sense that I believe women are vastly different than men and, according to the standards that men hold for other men, women are inferior as well.

I must be a bitter loser, right? In fact, I enjoy more success with women than most of the men in this city. I have slept with over 200 women in my life. I am sleeping with 5 different women right now. They are all normal, healthy, well-adjusted, good-looking (8+ on the looks scale) professional women. (At least as normal and healthy and well-adjusted as women can be – most women have issues.) But that’s not all. I can go out any night of the week and pick up a woman. I can pick her up in front of all her friends (with 80% efficiency for each approach.) Women will slip me their phone number when their boyfriend is in the bathroom. I can talk to women on the street or in the grocery store and within 30 minutes, I can usually have sex with them right there in my car or get them back to my place. If I have to settle for a phone number, and I meet her on another day, assuming she doesn’t flake, I WILL f*ck her that next day.

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1 in 3 would give up sex for food? I call BS

July 8, 2012

And of course.. i’m right.

The banner headline of this story is about as full of shit as can be. One need only get to the 3rd paragraph to see the fine print:

“…a collaborative effort by and — 39 per cent of women said they’d choose food over sex, while only 16 per cent of single men would sacrifice sex for food.”

I won’t even get into the 16 percent figure for men. I cannot believe in that statement. They’re either morbidly obese and have given up all hope, gay or have been drinking too much water laced with Bisphenol A.

So let’s look specifically at the female side of the equation. 39%.


4 out of 10 women view sex in such a lackluster way that they would choose to eat a fucking piece of fat inducing chocolate rather than enjoy sex.

I have no clue if this study is a reflection of women across the globe or simply North America. But by god, i have to assume at the moment this disease is confined to the shores of North America which is why the whole notion of expatting to find women who enjoy having sex with men more than eating a tub of Häagen-Dazs is gaining traction.

Not tonight dear.. pass me the Twinkies.

From the article:

Why is sex so easily sacrificed — if only theoretically?

“People often say things like they’d pick money or sleep or food over sex,” sex therapist Ian Kerner “I think this shows that people take sex for granted, or that they’re not enjoying sex enough to really value it appropriately.”

Perhaps if women actually dated men who wanted to please them vs. just use them for a quick in and out pump n dump, they wouldn’t be so quick to put off sex for an AERO bar to feel the sensation of chocolate bubbles melting rather than the sensation of a mind altering orgasm.

And it gets worse..

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There are still Unicorns out there.

July 6, 2012

I have a great female colleague at work.. one of those rare unicorns that ‘gets it‘.

She lent me this today. It’s her copy.

Hot desktop, beer, The Game. Time for an edumacation.

She read it so that she could see the player coming from a mile away. To her credit, she’s a really good girl and im glad she screens for players and cads. She’s a great person and is not one i would like to see used, so the more she has in her arsenal to keep from getting used, the better. There is actually video of her on a TV show called ‘Keys to the VIP’ where she absolutely shoots down and destroys and obvious pick up artist trying to get her number in a bar. It’s priceless to watch. She is a true gatekeeper. I’d have her on my soccer team any day!

She grew up in a family with a lot of brothers and men in general so she isn’t your typical entitled North American hamsterized chick. She’s knee deep in redpill and is trying to navigate a fucked up SMP just like me.

To her credit tho, she wants me to read it. Not to become a cad per say, but if that’s what it turns out makes me happy, then so be it. She simply wants me to become more confident and to understand the nature of women as it happens to be. She wants me to be successful. She wants me to learn the art, get out there, play the field, to put a couple wins under my belt, breed more confidence, rinse repeat. She knows the great guy that i am and the circumstances i came from, beta doormat and all. She thinks i deserve better than what i was dealt in the past.

She wants me to be happy.

How many women do you know that would willingly give you a copy of this book in order to help you become more attractive?

If she ever stumbles across this blog by accident, i want her to know i appreciate the gesture immensely.

You’re awesome C! You are worth the friendzone.

Just don’t get too drunk around me, i might start hitting on ya 😉 then it’s just trouble…


Cows to be led to slaughter as a euphamism for the current SMP

July 6, 2012

When you see children playing on a playground.. do you look at the two sexes and think “wow, these boys must absolutely HATE women. Look how they play together, laugh with each other, tell each other jokes and smile. The hate is just palpable!

Yeah i thought so.

[Edit: Even tho i started writing this a few days ago, I just caught a comment from Esau at HUS which mirrors the thought of this post. It’s here if you want to see it, it’s insightful.]

People aren’t born with an innate hatred towards others. They need to be either taught, or experience something that shapes their worldview. It’s the essence of our growth. Left to our own devices on an individual level, we would all most likely end up like Brooke Shields and whatshisname in the Blue Lagoon. (mmmmm Brooke Shields)

But of course once you get a whole shitload of people with an agenda harping at you, teaching you and telling you what you should feel and how you should react and what you should do about it.. regardless of what you really feel.. well, there’s a movie that describes that effect quite well too.


My spellchecker knows what it is.


I have a red wavy line running under it right now.

Both are real, but i imagine how they are reached often by two completely divergent paths. One is through educated hate and indoctrination in college and university study classes and groupthink. One is through life experiences of emotional trauma and upheaval when the pretty lies shatter and rain down like a thousand cutting daggers, where ultimately the matrix experiences a system crash.

I’ll let you take a moment to figure which points to which.

My brother coined the phrase ‘Woman are cows and good for only one thing, to be led to slaughter.‘ I’ll get to that more in a moment.

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