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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?

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THE TRUTH ABOUT WOMEN
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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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