Time to use the “L” Word?

I’m leaving.. on a jet place.. don’t know whe…

actually by car. And i’ll be back soon. But wanted to leave you with this little touching post until i come back, and i think i’m going to write a post about NAWALT.. because lately i have seen the good that many women do and are capable of.

When one stews in the bowels of the sphere long enough, you could be forgiven for actually turning into a misogynist. I strive to make this place one where women of decent character, insight and critical thinking to speak, to show that we don’t hate people because of their gender.. we only hate stupidity and stupid people. (I Hate mangina’s.. does that make me a misandrist too?)

Anyhow, i wish to leave you with this little exchange i had with my beautiful, athletic, kind, thoughtful, considerate, feminine, critical thinking, introspective, health conscious and workout woman on instant message. I think i may be falling in luh… luhhh… luhhhhhhffffffuh..

😛

Enjoy!

2:38pm – My Girl: My company is organizing a day on [date]. We should go. Sans kids.
2:38pm – M3: Lots of sunblock
2:38pm – My Girl: And a big hat.
2:38pm – M3: Lemme check my sched
2:41pm – M3: Looks good
2:42pm – My Girl: 🙂 I’ll let you know once we’ve booked it officially.
2:43pm – My Girl: FYI. I might need to help out for a bit, in the morning, to take attendance.
3:00pm – M3: That’s cool, I’ll just stand around and flap my arms like a vulture while making turkey gobble noises. If anyone asks I’ll say I’m your mate 😀
3:03pm – My Girl: 😛 Hahahaha. You wouldn’t, would you?! Lol.
3:13pm – M3: Ever watch Ave Ventura?
3:15pm – My Girl: Yep. I did. It’s the first thing I thought of.
3:15pm – M3: I should get his shirt 😐
3:16pm – My Girl: Okay. Will it be for indoor use? Like as a PJ? :p
3:17pm – M3: Hells no! It will be my formal shirt!
3:18pm – My Girl: If you wear that, I’m going to wear a Lululemon outfit.
3:18pm – M3: Mmmm lululemon
3:19pm – My Girl: It’s supposed to embarrass you!
3:20pm – My Girl: I’ll dress like Lady Gaga!
3:21pm – M3: Like those creatures from Silent Hill? Awesome!
3:22pm – My Girl: Ugh. I can’t embarrass you at all! Lol.
3:22pm – My Girl: What if I dressed like a corporate schmuck? Will that embarrass you?
3:22pm – My Girl: Clown outfit?
3:22pm – My Girl: Teletubbie?
3:24pm – M3: Wear a shirt that says “this is what a feminist looks like”.. That’ll do it
3:25pm – My Girl: 😀
3:25pm – My Girl: I’m sooooo not a feminist. I’m what feminists can’t stand.
3:36pm – M3: 🙂 as I said,  that shirt would make me turtle.. Or force me to wear a shirt that says “I’m with stupid”
3:38pm – My Girl: That’s a mean shirt. I would never do that to you. That would be grounds for a break up$
3:39pm – M3: \(^_^)/
3:39pm – M3: You’re getting an extra helping of cuddles this weekend
3:40pm – My Girl: 😀 😀 😀 😀

I am ze locksmith of love, no?

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Have a great weekend everyone!

How appropriate… child like mentality and emotionality.

Wrong Conclusions Corrected

How to improve female fertility: avoid selfish men DON’T BE A FUCKING MANLY AGGRESSIVE UNFEMININE BITCH

There… fixed it for you ya Guardian editors!

I’ll be back to more regular shit soon (there’s a fibre joke for ya) 🙂

 

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I had to come back to this and add a few points

Moreover, when are we, as a society, going to address a painful truth: that where timing is concerned, female fertility is not, as is often supposed, controlled exclusively by women, but also very much in the power of the men they are with?

Yes.. painful to know that men should have a say in when they become fathers.

Fucking misandrist fucktards.

However, GBF taps into the culture of misogyny surrounding female fertility. It feeds the urban myth of women “refusing” to have children because of careers, partying, or holding out for Leonardo DiCaprio.

This is an urban myth? GTFO! I thought it was feminist mantra to go after career first and that anything less was a “WASTE OF YOUR LIFE”…

Even not finding the right man often turns out to be a euphemism for: “I met him, I spent years with him, but ultimately, he wouldn’t have children.” Put bluntly, many of these women at their fertile peak didn’t refuse anything, their men did.

Yes. I’m sure the fact that you were such horrible wife/mother material played no role in these men refusing to put their arse on the divorce/alimony/child support firing line…

Like it or not, this is how men influence female fertility and, ultimately, female infertility. The mere thought is enough to inspire feminist panic: women, not men, should control their fertility. Who could disagree?

(raises hand) … ME.

Such men may feel that the relationship isn’t right, or don’t want their freedom curtailed, or other reasons, all as valid as a woman making similar decisions.

Ok.. now you’re starting to sound smart…

It only becomes unfair, verging on selfish, when men keep such insights to themselves for too long. These are the time-wasters, what I’d term the fertility-drifters, who think nothing of keeping women dangling for years on end.

Or perhaps the women deluded themselves into thinking the alpha’s found them worthy of mating with? Are you trying to say these women didn’t have a plethora of other men to choose from, since biologically speaking.. women are the ones that allow sex to happen. Are you removing agency from these women and calling them simpleton children unable to figure out for themselves whether a situation is not moving forward to their liking?

It’s not that these women are pathetic wimps, rather that often they can’t win: if they push, they’re pushy (humiliating); if they don’t push, if they’re respectful and patient, they’ll waste even more time.

Yup. Denying agency, making excuses and treating like children. Check. Check. Check.

No one shows a man mercy when he marries a gold digger who spends him into oblivion and then leaves him for another man and seeks alimony on top of it. They always say “Shoulda chose better” or “You were only thinking with your dick” etc…

If you waste your fertility chasing bad boys or diplomas.. or you were an overly aggressive and unfeminine beast.. and you don’t end up marrying, having a family during your fertile years.. it’s your own damn fault and not any mans.

Aim early when you’re at the top of your game.

Confidence

This post is coming out of drafts, i started writing this just before Christmas holidays last year, and Rollo’s post here about having a Plan for what to do AFTER having secured initial interest reminded me about it so it’s a good starting point. Without further adoo.

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Many years ago I had a conversation with the woman who had me in the friendzone.

The conversation led to what women really wanted because obviously what i had offered up until then was not enough. I had heard ‘you’re such great guy‘ too often without any results. Being friendzoned by her was proof positive.

You see feminism taught me how to be tolerant and respectful towards women but it did not teach me that these traits were devoid of attraction. Being nice and showing all your positive traits in the hopes it will be recognized by the very women claiming to be looking for those traits, which is now vilified by femcunts like Marcotte was how I (we) was(were) brought up assuming we would get women to want to have relationships with us. We were told women WANTED to be with men who don’t disrespect them, make them feel like crap, treat them like assholes. We are still told this to this very day. Guess who loses in the short term mating market?

It taught us that treating women as equals and human being was enough.

Now don’t get me wrong.. i get that there is a huge divide between being an asshole and simply being sure of yourself and confident. One takes a little time to become, through experience, patience and time. One is the shortcut way of attracting the emotionally broken and self esteem cripples of the world, women who can only be validated by thugs or have a rescue complex the size of NML Cygni. Problem is, many women don’t give guys a chance to develop the former, so they choose the path of least resistance and join the latter, mainly out of spite or sheer frustration.

If there’s anyone out there who knows exactly what i’m speaking about, it’s Deti and i invite him to repost most of his remarks below. He makes a shit ton of very good comments over at HUS on thread discussing hypergamy. Deti *groks* what most people don’t seem to understand.

You’re just not grokking what men of our generation were taught. Our own mothers either didn’t get it or, more likely, simply lied to us. Frankly I think it was that our own mothers didn’t want to admit the truth to themselves that they did the exact same things they saw the girls doing and that they themselves made some mistakes they regretted.

My mother didn’t lie to me, she just didn’t know any better. Or maybe she wanted me to avoid making the same mistake. After all, my dad was a boxer.. and looking at old pics of my mom, she was a looker in her day so she had SMV to spare. Who knows.. maybe she did lie. I just think becoming a mom destroys any sense of rationality women have and they need to justify to themselves that whatever naughty bad behaviors they did aren’t worth detailing because they want their kids to act, behave and be better than them and live in their ‘idealized’ world. It’s a theory. A shitty one but well, there it is.

So now you have this kid who’s grown up believing in irrational fairy tales of what girls who are made of sugar and spice want and should be like and what they should actually like.. and now dump a whole shit ton of feminist slut hookup culture into the mix. It’s like baking a cake. A diarrhea cake.

That’s one sinfully sick cake you don’t want to touch..

If you want to see just how far feminism fucked me over, go reread this post here. It so drilled into my head on how to be so respectful and subservient towards women, to always tiptoe around them and to NEVER be aggressive or sexually honest around them (Game allowed me to break this self perpetuating cycle of catastrophe ). So much so that i am pretty much now incapable of maintaining sexual arousal when a woman asks me to get ‘rough’ with her. It turns me off and makes me go limp. (Thankfully not an issue as my current paramour loves steamy, sensual and enthusiastically passionate sex, not Gorillas in the Mist sex any caveman can do. Monkey sex is not my forte, and i’m fucking proud of that fact)

Now, me and Deti may very well be a generation removed from what’s going on today, but my guess is that with an SMP that appears to be even more fucked up than ever before, the lessons of the past repeat themselves. But now I’m off track.. so back to the convo with my friend.

I asked her what with all my ‘great’ qualities why I was striking out? She said that I just needed to be more confident. I asked her how? She said ‘You just do. Confidence comes from within.’ I immediately balked an told her that wasn’t true. Confidence is not innate, its earned.