Attaining Respect in a Man’s World

Really quick post.

Today’s Google Doodle is of the esteemed Grace Hopper.

My ego is not so fragile that i cannot point out when a woman does great things in the field of men and outperforms me. She had a gift and utilized it to it’s fullest potential. I cannot take offense at it any more than i could take offense at Mario Lemieux being able to score more goals than me in the NHL if in some alternate reality i could have made the NHL.

She earned the respect and admiration of her peers not by being a loud mouthed pushy bossy bitch, but by actually being adept in her field and performing at the same level or greater than her male colleagues.

I tried computer programming. It bored the be-jesus out of me. By all rights, Grace surpassed me and many other men by leaps and bounds in terms of knowledge and determination to apply it. She earns not only my respect, but admiration for doing things i cannot, and for working as hard as she did to make it into the Navy.

Just because one can do it, does not mean all are capable of the same.

What i take away from this story is that when women come along that truly want to play in a man’s world, and do so because they absolutely want to (not told to), because they have the skill and ability (not the handicap/affirmative action), and because they want to serve their fellow man/humanity (instead of their own short sighted, short term interest of showing up men), then those women will get the respect and accolades deserving of as any man would.

Grace was a rarity. I honor her achievement and females like her because they worked hard and had unique gifts they shared for the betterment of society like most men typically do. Feminists like to pretend that men do not give credit to women, and this is bullshit. We do give credit and praise when a woman competes on a man’s level and achieves based on merit. Work like a man, achieve like a man, earn respect like a man, you will be appreciated like a man.

No favoritism. No exemptions. No lowering of standards. No affirmative action. No quotas. No female privilege.

It’s just that it’s not very common that gifted women like Grace come around, and it’s disingenuous to pretend that every woman wants to/can be like her.

She was an outlier ( are you paying attention Sophia? 😛 ) and harbored a gift in math. Most woman are not/do not. The statistics bear this out time and again. As the lovely Caroline argued in her post and her comment section HERE, women simply do not flock to these fields because more often than not, it simply DOES. NOT. APPEAL. TO. THEM.

Why?

Because they simply aren’t wired that way.

Women pushed into STEM fields abandon them quickly, not because of patriarchy.. but because it simply goes against their evolved nature. This isn’t a conspiracy, it’s reality. The delightful oddballs are the ones that thrive within a “man’s world”. We shouldn’t feel compelled to drive all women into these fields to ‘equalize’ the numbers. It would be folly to try. Only those that naturally want to should attempt it.

Grace, I commend you and your accomplishments and i recognize you for the outlier that you were.

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Related: What happens to companies when you let womyn in based not on ability but on quota. What happens when you give spots to unqualified ‘equality outcome’ whores.

Where Anger Leads

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.

False Accusers Should Dragged Into The Street and Publicly Beaten

Update: The police have made a statement saying Rachel Cassidy was falsely identified, no word yet on the real name of the false accuser. Will be waiting with bated breath for that.

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[And i’m back. I apologize for my absence. I had what i’ll call a “Murphy Week” in late Aug / early Sept where everything that could go wrong was going wrong. That was compounded by me having a ‘medical emergency’ dealing with my ticker, of which might be nothing or everything, depending on my test results with my cardiologist next Wednesday. Suffice to say, i didn’t feel like writing and wanted to stay away from the sphere as far as possible. No need reading about how horrible and shitty N.A. women are day in and out and writing shit about it either. Life felt too short so i wanted to disappear. I was going to write a sort of farewell post after my results came in, stating my absence and the fact that demands in my life are eating up my time and blogging seriously took a hit. Would i give up blogging altogether? Perhaps.. or just post extremely rarely and go back to being a commenter. As far as i was concerned, my catharsis was complete, i set out on my blog journey and came out exactly as i desired to be. A redpill man who shared his experiences on the way there and got the outcome he wanted, with a big fuck you to feminism to boot. There wasn’t much left for me to say that others couldn’t say better than me. So i was prepared to leave. That changed today when i read the following event on my Facebook feed. I simply lost it. Just to let you all know, my prior misery stemmed from things like my brothers absence, the loss of my dog, etc.. emotional things. As to how i conduct my life, i am still very happy in that regard. My relationship with my girl is better than ever so no concerns there either. Now, onto my rage rant.]

A Question for You.

2 people stand in front of you. 1 man. 1 woman. The woman says ‘He stole my umbrella!’. The man says ‘No i did not.’.. you look a the man and you see he is holding an umbrella behind his back. Is he guilty?

Perhaps. You clearly see the umbrella so you know the claim may have merit. So what do you do? Lock him up?

No, you ask him if he has a receipt or proof of ownership. If he produces it, you go back to the woman and ask if she can do the same. If she cannot, she is lying. Switch who has the receipt and she was honest and he is a criminal.

We call this investigation. We call it due process. And we do not arbitrarily remove the mans liberty simply based on the word of a person.

It is the cornerstone of justice.

Now imagine the same situation, but you do not see the man holding an umbrella at all. No other information is present. She says he stole it. He says he didn’t.

If the base assumption is that no one ever lies or risks putting themselves into a position to be scrutinized or challenged, then you have a dilemma on your hands if you have to start with ‘The accuser is always telling the truth, the accused is always guilty’ don’t you?

And i saw too much of that kind of mental midgetry today.

I’ve had enough. Enough of the bullshit.

I don’t care if this pisses off anyone, i just have to finally come out and say enough is enough. I don’t care if this goes viral. I want this front page, and i don’t care if Jizzabel, Femcuntfisting or the FatManwithBoobs comes after me. Let them.

I’ve had enough with a world that try’s to remove the essence of justice. That attempts to install a totalitarian way of thinking, that removes rights and liberties and treats the innocent as guilty, a world that operates on belief and not evidence.

Every bit of my Atheistic core is driven to rage because i’m seeing a carbon copy of what Christopher Hitchens derided religion for acting out before me with the Ohio ‘rape’ scandal and the woman being eaten out in public view.

And i cannot tolerate it any longer.

The assumption that no woman lies. That no woman would subject herself to that. That we must remove critical thinking and act without evidence or in contravenance to the evidence before us. That we must simply take it on faith that 100% of accusations of rape are real, with no evidence required and the need for trial a formality. He has been accused, it is enough to simply put him in the stockade, trial be damned.

FUCK YOU! To quote the Hitch “HOW DARE YOU!”

No i won’t tolerate it anymore.

Feminist Hysteria Over Rape Will Lead To This Future

Just a little over one year ago today i made a comment on Carolina’s blog post A Sexual Contract where i made the following observation:

“…During it i concluded that we were well on our way as a society where we would all be initialing pages and paragraphs and line items of the ‘Long Form Fuck Contract” in order to spell out what would happen and who would take what responsibility…

…I even concluded we’ll get to a point where we will have ‘apps’ on our phones to instant legal docs and advice, Legal Zoom style quick contracts…”

Well i just found a great parody video to share with you depicting that future.

(H/T to One Man’s Perspective)

Feminists have been fucking up intimate sexual relations since the birth of their movement, trying to prescribe one size fits all nonsense, ignoring hard science regarding attraction mechanisms, avoiding talking about token resistance and blurring the legal lines of what rape was always intended to define.. violent and aggressive sexual behaviors performed on or being forced to perform against ones will.. with the utter vagueness and nonsense they spew from their poisonous maws about regret rape, tipsy rape, he cheated on me and i would never have had sex with him if i knew so that’s retroactive removal of consent so he therefore raped me rape..

I swear…

..if we ever get to a point where couples become required to fill shit like this out..

…to protect our own asses..

…and it becomes a legal mandate..

…my girlfriend will buy a gun and go on a FUCKING FEMINIST MURDERING RAMPAGE* for taking the FUCKING FUN OUT OF SEX AND SEDUCTION!

* satirical comment

***UPDATE***
Sep 30th, 2014

Someone will owe me royalties on this idea!
http://mashable.com/2014/09/30/awkward-consensual-sex-app/

More Random Musings on Rape Culture Nonsense

This will be my final ever post regarding Rape. It contains everything i’ll ever have to say on the matter and can add nothing new after it. Nor is it a topic i want to bring up again due to it’s contentious nature.

I had originally been jotting down notes to write another addendum post to the last one i wrote.

I’ve abandoned any hope of crafting a smooth flowing post of it because it would take too much energy trying to connect the dots and make anything cohesive out of it. So i present it to you in Kibbles and Bits form. Segmented, fractured, in bite size peices for you to digest and absorb as you see fit. Discuss as you desire.

ON OBLIGATION, DUTY or RELATIONSHIP ALTRUISM SEX

Hypothetical scenario.

Your tongue is sore. Your bicep has grown from the frenzied fingering you just administered. You just gave your girl the climax of her life, and it took a HUGE amount  of effort to take her there.

But long before that occurred, you were already tired.You know she wants to have sex as she had intimated earlier she was horny and ‘ogling and objectifying’ you. You could have said “Not tonight”. You could have said “I’m way too tired”. You could have said anything. You could have been an asshole and played the feminist card.. “I’m not an object to be used just to grant you pleasure at a whim” or better yet “You aren’t entitled to sex”.

That would go over well dontcha think?

You chose to grant her a pleasurable night over your own exhaustion because you took her needs into account. Would anyone suggest that because you did it even tho you didn’t FEEL like doing it … all of sudden she raped you? Was you coerced because you understood she would feel dejected, or possibly feel unwanted or undesirable?

Would any rational mind consider that rape or sexual assault took place in this scenario because you felt the ramifications of saying No would harm your relationship more than granting your partner the release they craved?

ON COERCION, SOCIAL DYNAMICS and POWER POSITIONS

Jeremy make and excellent comment that needs to be read over at JudgyBitches post. Read it in full HERE.

Now i want you to read the following scenarios if you will:

• a man is out playing pool in a bar, a female comes and grabs his ass. sexual assault yes/no

Gauntlet Cast. You Throw Down. Now back your shit up.

Got called a misogynist at work yesterday.. bit my fucking tongue really hard in an effort not to lose my job. Got called that by someone who knows my views regarding evo.psych, my philosophy of MGTOW, my hatred of feminism and everything it teaches women, from being irresponsible little children with no agency, to blaming all men for the worlds ill because of white privilege and holding women back, and for enabling a generation of women to ignore basic human biological reality and gorge like little piggies at the trough of sluttiny.

Because i have an opinion that actions have consequences and repercussions AND that men have the right to act in their own best interests rather than societies (read gynocrosity).. this equates that i have a deep hatred, mistrust and dislike of all women solely because they have a vagina.

Yes, i had an urge to kill yesterday. I had an urge to kill, not because she was a woman.. but because she showed such stupidity on an epic scale it boggles the mind.

And i have a serious skin allergy to stupid.

But i’m glad i held back. Instead of letting someone’s pure fucking ignorance and retardation set me off, i plan to use this to prove something concrete.

And i’m going to use this blog as a starting point.

To any and all fucking lurkers who pass by and think that i am a misogynist and wish to voice your concerns.. this is your chance. Have at it. Leave me a comment down below, this is your moment, and here’s the kicker.

BACK UP YOUR FUCKING ARGUMENT.

Why am i misogynist?

Prove that i hate all women.

Prove that i hate women because they are women.

Prove that i want to oppress women and put them back in the kitchen.

Prove that i wish to take away their rights and access to abortion.

Prove that i sincerely hate my girlfriend.

My mother.

My best friends 6 year old daughter.

Stingray. Carolina. Judgey Bitch. SSM. TarnishedSophia. And all the other redpill women of the sphere.

Hell, even try proving i hate my ex wife simply for the fact that she’s a woman.

Misogyny /mɪˈsɒdʒɪni/ is the hatred or dislike of women or girls. Misogyny can be manifested in numerous ways, including sexual discrimination, denigration of women, violence against women, and sexual objectification of women.

I DOUBLE FUCKING DARE YOU.

Show me i dislike women or girls. I love them. I HATE stupid fucking feminists.

Show me i discriminate sexually? I discriminate against stupid fucking feminists.

Show me where i denigrate women for being women? I denigrate stupid actions by stupid people where actions have consequences.

Show me where i condone violence against women? I condone violence against NO PERSON. I DO CONDONE a right to self defense, by either gender in the case of immediate assault.

You might get me on this last one of sexual objectification..

Let the Free Market Decide – No Subsidies

Toronto. We’re all melting here. I fucking hate heat waves.

The sun is out, it’s sweltering, you head into the convenience store and open the mini freezer to pick out an ice cream bar. Two items catch your eye. They both look identical.

Both sell for $3.99 (damn rippoff if you ask me).

So on the surface we see two delectable items that have the same investment cost, but we drill down a little deeper.

One is sold by Haagendaz, a company well renowned by connoisseurs of the sweet stuff. Known for their rich and creamy goods being of only the finest quality, even if fattening.. it’s the indulgence factor. Just ask Lindy West. We know what we’re getting here by the ingredients. Pure cream, sugar, caramel, chocolate coating and a sprinkle of nuts.

The other is sold by the Acme Biohazard Disposal Company. It comes in a plain plastic wrapper with a biohazard logo on it. It lists as it’s main ingredients seagull shit, diarrhea, aged semen and fever blister pus sprinkled with assorted abscess particles.

Seriously… at what point are you even going to entertain spending your money on a donkey diarrhea bar?

Relinquishing Your Rights and Accepting Victimhood

[UPDATE: MRA EDMONTON’s campaign is starting to go viral and mainstream due to their ‘Don’t be that girl’ campaign. Follow along here, and make your voice heard in the mainstream. Viva la Common Sense and Sanity! ]

This post may piss some people off and enrage some. Oh well, i aim to misbehave. There’s something i should be putting up here.. can’t quite remember.. i’m sure it will come to me eventually.

New Years Eve, 1993.

I’m at a house party. The taste of Southern Comfort is permeating my mucus membranes. The women whom I have been pining for (and who would be my future wife) is there too. Everyone knows i have a thing for her, including her. She unclasps her bra from under her shirt and pulls it out through the sleeve of her shirt. It’s a black bra. Some of my friends wave it around the room as i chase it all over the couch and over the coffee table like an omega clown. I know i look stupid. I feel the fool. But i’m having fun nonetheless being the idiot. My logical brain is still running, it tells me i’m being retarded. It knows i would not be doing this on a normal day. And it says ‘What the hell, it’s NEW YEARS.. run with it’. Stupid inebriated traitorous brain.

I am drunk. Probably the drunkest i’ve ever been.

I still remember being in the bathroom, during the New Year’s countdown, with my face pressed against the cool tiles beside the toilet. I remember telling myself “You’re a fucking idiot, you’re going to miss the New Year because you drank too much”. My mouth wasn’t moving, it was drooling. All this talking was going on in my mind, unaffected by the room spinning or my blood alcohol level.

I still remember the rancid taste of pickle’s and Southern Comfort as i leaned back over the bowl to dry heave the last of the projectile vomit & bile out of my system, the sounds of party revelers droned out by my nausea, like the reverb sound you hear shortly after a loud explosion went off nearly knocking you out.

I recall every moment of every drunken episode i ever had. Especially the time my friend spun me on his shoulders and i flew off head first putting a huge whole into the drywall. Fun times.

This is why i have a problem with people who claim they never remember what happened, or blacked out. I think it’s a cop out..

BUT LET’S RUN WITH THAT

Let’s say you can legitimately claim that. Hell you, reading this right now, have drank to the point of blacking out, or have done things while drunk you cannot remember. Time and again you drink and cannot remember a thing you did the night before.

If you know that drinking puts you into that state, what you are actually admitting is that you are a fucking idiot for putting yourself in harms way by entering a state whereby you relinquish any and all ability to prevent yourself from being a victim. To enter a state of Limbo where anything can happen that you have zero control over and are powerless to prevent. You enter a state where you can neither account for your actions or accept responsibility for them.

I needed to say all that as a prelude to where i’m going with this…

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

I present to you a cautionary tale and 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.

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!

A Non-sensical Question deserves a Non-sensical Answer

In the absence of an available logical male presenter to answer the blatantly stupid question being posed using the same old lies and feminist tropes regarding the wage gap myth.. this answer by Miss Utah will have to suffice!

Way to go UTAH!