Every man either has a friend or knows somebody who got an entitled princess girlfriend and then turned into an average frustrated chump who does everything she asks him to do and she still treats him like dirt, spends all his money, makes unreasonable demands on his time, and when it isn’t enough she gives him no physical attention whatsoever. And the friend will insist that he has to stay with her because he has no other options. No sane man wants this to happen to him or be seen as weak and controllable, so that’s another reason that men tend to be resistant to giving women what they say they want (because what women say they want, and what they actually want, are very often two quite different and mutually exclusive things).
Some of this attitude stems from male polyamory. Men want sex all the time from most women. But men know that most women find only a few men even remotely attractive. Men also know that the “alpha male” who most women want comprises a small percentage of the male population. So most men are considered beta and totally invisible to most women. Men know that all of this severely limits their options. Add to this their 5-10% approach success rate (i.e. 90 to 95% of approaches result in flat out rejection) and their options constrict even more.
A man knows his woman is hypergamous and in many cases she will have no compunction about straying if she perceives her man as lower value than another interested prospect. A man could treat such a woman as a queen/princess, and he still runs the risk of her cheating/cuckolding. So in a defensive measure, the man will do what he thinks will shore up his power (refuse to invest, date casually, neg, be aloof) and thus deny her what she wants or what she thinks she is entitled to (undivided attention, being lavished with gifts and perks all while doling out sex when she feels like it). Then the woman won’t feel quite so secure about walking all over him because she knows if she does, he’ll walk and find another more agreeable woman. And if this happens enough times to her, it’s off the carousel and to Feline City.
It’s hard for men to realize that everything their ignorant, feminist parents and others taught them about how the world works apparently doesn’t work at all in romantic male/female relationships, and it’s not like any major media is out there promoting the red pill truth, anyway.
(It IS kind of ironic, though, that women who will complain incessantly that “I Just want a Nice Guy who will Treat Me Right” will never actually be happy when several such men in perfect succession fall into their laps. And they’re not happy because they are beta providers, not alpha males.)
I can hear the cries rising up from the “I am woman, hear me roar” contingent already, so let me be clear that YES, a lot of this modern male attitude is a response to feminism and hypergamy and WAH WAH WAH I JUST WANT A NICE GUY WHO WILL TREAT ME RIGHT ALL YOU MALE CHAUVINIST PIGS CARE ABOUT IS SEX THEY DISRESPECT AND USE US COMMITMENTPHOBIA WAHHHHH YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT OUR MINDS CAREERS JOBS WANTS NEEDS DESIRES ORGASM PUMP & DUMP INSENSITIVE UNCARING EMOTIONAL RETARDS WAHHHHHHH. But at the same time, men instinctively don’t want to dish out investment, money, time, commitment and marriage to women who act like sluts, behave like entitled princesses, spend them into bankruptcy, and who will simply leave them when they think something better has come along or because “I’m bored” — all while expecting us to wait for the sloppy seconds until after they’ve had their fun on the carousel. Sorry, Princess Paula. And sorry, Slutty Samantha. And sorry, Career Girl Carrie. And sorry, Blingy Brenda. A lot of times men see women as overgrown children who seem barely able to take care of themselves. They live in fantasy worlds created by themselves and their BFFs. They think getting married is equivalent to being married all while treating their men like dirt and always on the lookout to trade him in. They would rather spend $1000 on a Louis Vuitton handbag than give their man an encouraging word or a simple, heartfelt “I love you” at the end of a long day at work. And men think to themselves, “I’m working a full-time job and still living respectably, but I’m supposed to tell this girl how wonderful she is and drop $200 on her at Chez Paul?!?
So what is the solution? Demonstrating attractive female characteristics like femininity, pleasantness, pleasing physical appearance and cheerfulness is the best way to go, especially if done with confidence and good humor. Femininity is irresistible, so show some femininity and men will gladly open their hearts, homes and checkbooks. (If they don’t, you might have wildly unrealistic expectations. Best to get a reality check in that case.)
Sunday, March 10, 2013
THOUGHTS: I AM A ALPHA MALE
Men, especially if white and educated, get the majority of perks in the world. They get the best jobs. They occupy the top of pretty much every occupational field, fields of women’s interests included (fashion, beauty, cooking, media). They make the most money. They’re more implicitly trusted in matters of business. They get to have sex with tons of people and receive very little judgment for it. They get to marry women young enough to be their daughters and have kids at age 70. They get to be funny, outrageous, outspoken, and wild, and people just chuckle affectionately.
That describes alpha men, who comprise less than 1 to 3 percent of men in North America. Betas comprise 80% of American men.
I’m a man. I’m white, and I’m educated. I have a good job and high earning power. I have no arrest or criminal record. I came from a good family, my dad is retired doctor ..my mom a retired nurse and I have two sister who are doctor.I have my own home...nice car, attractive and in great health.
I’m a brick in the foundation of that power structure describing above. If I’m a super alpha, and by today’s standards, my lifetime partner count is high...and those were the woman who i had sex with...there is equal number of woman i turn down.
Before I got married I spent a few months of my life hovering between beta and omega. Being “nice”. I got even less power and authority, and fewer perks. Most women wouldn’t even give me the time of day long enough to say LJBF. In return for my “nice” behavior, I was more miserable, more alone, and more confused and frustrated.
When you look at all these profile you see hordes of unmarried professional women who thought they could put off marriage and families until their 30s, having devoted their 20s to education, establishing careers and playing the field.'I'm horrified by the number of gorgeous, independent and successful women my age who can't meet a decent man", but it's all their fault. They have this impression that they can have it all. They can have the career, travel the world...have this carefree lifestyle and then, at the snap of their fingers, because they are so fabulous, find a man. but they don't realize they have to competing with women who are much younger and in various ways more attractive. ''They've swallowed the L'Oreal line: 'Because you're worth it!' There's a real sense of entitlement.''
Woman are determined to meet only men who are tall, attractive, wealthy and well educated. They want the alpha males. and during their 20s and early 30s, women compete for the most highly desirable men, the Mr Bigs. Many will readily share a bed with the sporty, attractive, confident men, and that is fine.
I am a alpha male.. and let me tell you from experience...most attractive, successful men can take their pick from women their own age or younger women who are happy to settle early. I did already..even thought it end up in divorse. My wife was attractive, young resident when I met her,...BUT she didn't have heart...she didn't care about me....and i won't make that mistake again
That describes alpha men, who comprise less than 1 to 3 percent of men in North America. Betas comprise 80% of American men.
I’m a man. I’m white, and I’m educated. I have a good job and high earning power. I have no arrest or criminal record. I came from a good family, my dad is retired doctor ..my mom a retired nurse and I have two sister who are doctor.I have my own home...nice car, attractive and in great health.
I’m a brick in the foundation of that power structure describing above. If I’m a super alpha, and by today’s standards, my lifetime partner count is high...and those were the woman who i had sex with...there is equal number of woman i turn down.
Before I got married I spent a few months of my life hovering between beta and omega. Being “nice”. I got even less power and authority, and fewer perks. Most women wouldn’t even give me the time of day long enough to say LJBF. In return for my “nice” behavior, I was more miserable, more alone, and more confused and frustrated.
When you look at all these profile you see hordes of unmarried professional women who thought they could put off marriage and families until their 30s, having devoted their 20s to education, establishing careers and playing the field.'I'm horrified by the number of gorgeous, independent and successful women my age who can't meet a decent man", but it's all their fault. They have this impression that they can have it all. They can have the career, travel the world...have this carefree lifestyle and then, at the snap of their fingers, because they are so fabulous, find a man. but they don't realize they have to competing with women who are much younger and in various ways more attractive. ''They've swallowed the L'Oreal line: 'Because you're worth it!' There's a real sense of entitlement.''
Woman are determined to meet only men who are tall, attractive, wealthy and well educated. They want the alpha males. and during their 20s and early 30s, women compete for the most highly desirable men, the Mr Bigs. Many will readily share a bed with the sporty, attractive, confident men, and that is fine.
I am a alpha male.. and let me tell you from experience...most attractive, successful men can take their pick from women their own age or younger women who are happy to settle early. I did already..even thought it end up in divorse. My wife was attractive, young resident when I met her,...BUT she didn't have heart...she didn't care about me....and i won't make that mistake again
LOVE: SHOW ME A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN AND I'LL SHOW YOU A MAN WHO'S TIRED OF HER SHIT
Women all want the best men for themselves, but women know that those men have options and in many cases have no compunction about straying. A woman could treat such a man as a king, and she still runs the risk of his cheating. So in a defensive measure, the woman will do what she thinks will earn her greater respect and shore up her power, which is to deny the man what he wants or thinks he is entitled to. Then the man won’t feel quite so secure about walking all over her, because now he knows there is a price to pay.”
Lol. Among all the chaff at least you gave us the real reason. And as always, the mistake stems from insecurity. You want the guy with options but you want him to stick to your unique little special self and oh-please-don’t-leave-and-hurt-my-feelings! Behind the whole game, when you pull back the curtain you find that women have an intuitive sense that they’re not really all that special or unique and that looks is what gets them by with men. So instead of playing the game (which of course they expect and demand of men to do, often for their amusement) you preemptively self-sabotage. There is no man in the world who is going to be fooled into thinking that you’re worth more because you’re playing hard to get. Men know what you’re worth by looking at you, and as the saying goes, show me beautiful woman and I’ll show you a man who’s tired of banging her, so even that is not a guarantee of anything. Women want the alpha to be in love with them forever-and-ever-and-ever, while the beta who really is has to watch from the sidelines. If I indulged fantasies of being the ultimate man for Monica Bellucci I might have some sympathy, but at some point you just have to come back down to Earth.
Lol. Among all the chaff at least you gave us the real reason. And as always, the mistake stems from insecurity. You want the guy with options but you want him to stick to your unique little special self and oh-please-don’t-leave-and-hurt-my-feelings! Behind the whole game, when you pull back the curtain you find that women have an intuitive sense that they’re not really all that special or unique and that looks is what gets them by with men. So instead of playing the game (which of course they expect and demand of men to do, often for their amusement) you preemptively self-sabotage. There is no man in the world who is going to be fooled into thinking that you’re worth more because you’re playing hard to get. Men know what you’re worth by looking at you, and as the saying goes, show me beautiful woman and I’ll show you a man who’s tired of banging her, so even that is not a guarantee of anything. Women want the alpha to be in love with them forever-and-ever-and-ever, while the beta who really is has to watch from the sidelines. If I indulged fantasies of being the ultimate man for Monica Bellucci I might have some sympathy, but at some point you just have to come back down to Earth.
LOVE: WOMAN'S EGO VS MEN 'S EGO
Can we talk about the female ego for a moment? Between the two (or whatever) genders which of the two has been raised to expect the other to purchase things for them, Often within mere moments of meeting them? that they shouldn’t have to shell out a dime for any encounter? (or at the very least not for the first few, anyway) Which of the two has been told that they are **entitled** to assistance from the other with any menial task, especially if that task involves heavy lifting or tools.
Which of the two (if they were born within the last three decades or so) has been raised with the notion that they are entitled to be treated like royalty? Which of them has absorbed messages that stop just short of outright deification (“reveal the Goddess in YOU”)
Fact is: It’s women who have the ego problem. Women are the ones who are constantly fishing for compliments, who can’t handle rejection (seriously, turn a woman down for sex once and watch how fast she jumps to “What’s the matter, don’t you find me attractive anymore? Are you GAY??”)
And if you want to talk about “manchildren” let us also spoeak of the many, many women who expect to be taken care of by their men. It needn’t even be a husband either, a boyfriend (or hell, an acquaintance if he’s delusional and beta enough) can just as easily become an ATM with a pulse.
Frankly, most guys I know today don’t expect a woman to know how to cook, in fact (and granted this might just be the crowd I roll with) far more guys are better cooks than the women… however, I know of no women who do not (possibly subconsciously) expect the men in their lives to be able to fix an automotive problem, a stopped up sink, hang a shelf, or help with moving furniture.
Which of the two (if they were born within the last three decades or so) has been raised with the notion that they are entitled to be treated like royalty? Which of them has absorbed messages that stop just short of outright deification (“reveal the Goddess in YOU”)
Fact is: It’s women who have the ego problem. Women are the ones who are constantly fishing for compliments, who can’t handle rejection (seriously, turn a woman down for sex once and watch how fast she jumps to “What’s the matter, don’t you find me attractive anymore? Are you GAY??”)
And if you want to talk about “manchildren” let us also spoeak of the many, many women who expect to be taken care of by their men. It needn’t even be a husband either, a boyfriend (or hell, an acquaintance if he’s delusional and beta enough) can just as easily become an ATM with a pulse.
Frankly, most guys I know today don’t expect a woman to know how to cook, in fact (and granted this might just be the crowd I roll with) far more guys are better cooks than the women… however, I know of no women who do not (possibly subconsciously) expect the men in their lives to be able to fix an automotive problem, a stopped up sink, hang a shelf, or help with moving furniture.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
LOVE: WAS IT WORTH IT...WAITING FOR THE ALPHA WHO NEVER WANTED YOU
In light of the incalculable damage feminism has done, in light of our society being on the brink of irretrievable and total collapse, I think women need to ask themselves, individually and collectively:
Was it worth it? Was the cock carousel worth it? The sex, the occasional orgasms, the attention and validation, the rush, the feelings?The drunk dancing on tables, the hangovers, the feelings of immediate regret, the knowledge that you’ve just been used as a semen receptacle (for the 14th time)?Was it worth it? The ridiculous thoughts to yourself that, no, THIS TIME it will be different. This time I won’t get f**ked over. This time I will get what I want. This time I will save it for a good man, a kind man, the right man — who never shows up.
Did you get what you wanted?Did the hot man, the rich man, the sexy man, the alpha, marry you? Did he give you the brass ring of commitment? Did he pledge his life to you? DId he promise to stay around for longer than just until he’s tired of f**king you and putting up with your bulls**t? Or did you fall (again) for the player’s smooth line that “hey, I think it’s great that a woman like you can have sex with who she wants. That’s only fair. It’s a man’s world, and you should get to partake in it just like we do.”
You get out of his bed. You’ve got to get to work this morning. You try to find your panties and put your miniskirt and 4 inch heels on to walk to your car and get an Egg McMuffin and some coffee. You add another notch to your lipstick case (one you’ll have to come clean about someday to your therapist or drug counselor or ER doctor, if not your husband). He says “I had a great time. Let’s do it again. There’s some coffee downstairs. Help yourself. I’ve got a lot of things to do today so I need to get going. Sorry I can’t have you stay longer.” You reply weakly: “It’s OK. Call me, OK?” “Sure. You bet I will.”
Tell me: does it occur to you that you did it again? Does it occur to you that you’ve f**ked up yet again? Are you getting it yet that the guy who blasted another load on your chest or in your hair last night has no intention of returning the texts you send him, unless it involves an encore performance? Does it dawn on you that maybe what you’re doing isn’t working and maybe you need to try something else? Does it dawn on you that the only things you really got out of last night were a couple of bottles of beer and bragging rights?
It’s 6:45 am on a Sunday morning. You stumble through yet another Walk of Shame across the quad back to your apartment, with your hair and clothes reeking of Aqua Net and stale cigarettes and Old Style and semen. You pray to God above that you don’t see any of your friends. He smiles on you and today, you are spared the agony of your good friends observing you in all your disheveled, deflowered ignominy. But you see mirror images. You pass by other girls in miniskirts and heels, some of whom lost their bras last night and couldn’t find them. You see other men on their way home, some of whom are hungover, some of whom have little smiles on their faces. You exchange knowing glances with both the men and the women, some of whom you kind of know, others you don’t — but the looks are the same.
“I know what you did last night”. “I know WHO you did last night.” “That sex sucked. But he was hot.” “I’m never doing this again.” So as you get home, exhale a breath, disrobe and try to wash the stench from the oddly arousing yet horribly convicting things you did and you allowed another human being to do to you, on you and in you, do you ask: Is this worth it?I don't know if older women have been responsible about telling younger women that their youth, beauty, and fertility are not going to survive their twenties.
Was it worth it? Was the cock carousel worth it? The sex, the occasional orgasms, the attention and validation, the rush, the feelings?The drunk dancing on tables, the hangovers, the feelings of immediate regret, the knowledge that you’ve just been used as a semen receptacle (for the 14th time)?Was it worth it? The ridiculous thoughts to yourself that, no, THIS TIME it will be different. This time I won’t get f**ked over. This time I will get what I want. This time I will save it for a good man, a kind man, the right man — who never shows up.
Did you get what you wanted?Did the hot man, the rich man, the sexy man, the alpha, marry you? Did he give you the brass ring of commitment? Did he pledge his life to you? DId he promise to stay around for longer than just until he’s tired of f**king you and putting up with your bulls**t? Or did you fall (again) for the player’s smooth line that “hey, I think it’s great that a woman like you can have sex with who she wants. That’s only fair. It’s a man’s world, and you should get to partake in it just like we do.”
You get out of his bed. You’ve got to get to work this morning. You try to find your panties and put your miniskirt and 4 inch heels on to walk to your car and get an Egg McMuffin and some coffee. You add another notch to your lipstick case (one you’ll have to come clean about someday to your therapist or drug counselor or ER doctor, if not your husband). He says “I had a great time. Let’s do it again. There’s some coffee downstairs. Help yourself. I’ve got a lot of things to do today so I need to get going. Sorry I can’t have you stay longer.” You reply weakly: “It’s OK. Call me, OK?” “Sure. You bet I will.”
Tell me: does it occur to you that you did it again? Does it occur to you that you’ve f**ked up yet again? Are you getting it yet that the guy who blasted another load on your chest or in your hair last night has no intention of returning the texts you send him, unless it involves an encore performance? Does it dawn on you that maybe what you’re doing isn’t working and maybe you need to try something else? Does it dawn on you that the only things you really got out of last night were a couple of bottles of beer and bragging rights?
It’s 6:45 am on a Sunday morning. You stumble through yet another Walk of Shame across the quad back to your apartment, with your hair and clothes reeking of Aqua Net and stale cigarettes and Old Style and semen. You pray to God above that you don’t see any of your friends. He smiles on you and today, you are spared the agony of your good friends observing you in all your disheveled, deflowered ignominy. But you see mirror images. You pass by other girls in miniskirts and heels, some of whom lost their bras last night and couldn’t find them. You see other men on their way home, some of whom are hungover, some of whom have little smiles on their faces. You exchange knowing glances with both the men and the women, some of whom you kind of know, others you don’t — but the looks are the same.
“I know what you did last night”. “I know WHO you did last night.” “That sex sucked. But he was hot.” “I’m never doing this again.” So as you get home, exhale a breath, disrobe and try to wash the stench from the oddly arousing yet horribly convicting things you did and you allowed another human being to do to you, on you and in you, do you ask: Is this worth it?I don't know if older women have been responsible about telling younger women that their youth, beauty, and fertility are not going to survive their twenties.
LOVE: MAYBE i AM MEANT TO BE ALONE
I believe most people have said, “I’m meant to be alone,” at some point in their life.The sinking feeling you get when you “are” alone and feel disconnected; that moment where you feel something is irrevocably wrong with you and you just don’t play well in the sandbox with others.
Maybe you believe no one is compatible with you? Doomed.Those moments bring a sense of profoundness in their depth of emotion. Whether the emotion is anger, frustration, sadness or nostalgia…. its very strongly felt. Some feel this way all the time. It doesn’t matter where, in a room full of people or alone; it’s that feeling of separation or difference and not being able to overcome oneself and be vulnerable.
Seems we physiologically were born to be connected and belong. So if our wiring is set up this way, why the doubt or feeling of “loner-ville?”We get caught in this cycle by talking ourselves into it and then we’re afraid to give someone a chance, because we were hurt in the past. Kind of a crappy way to go through life, don’t ya think? I know how I can be—when I got divorce..i was really lonely and depressed. Being alone at times is a good thing; we can get clear, spend time doing what we want or need, etc. Too much of it though and we start building walls against the rest of humanity. I used to find myself having a very difficult time, if I had no choice to be around others and wasn’t in the mood. I’d feel pressure to run away, needing to find my dark corner, so I could gather me up, put my pieces back together and calm my thoughts.I don’t find this happens too often anymore, I prefer being around others, because it energizes me. Laughter is more enjoyable when shared with others.
It took a huge effort to believe I wasn’t meant to be alone. There are still days I wonder. When I look at my past relationships, I believe I sabotaged any hope of my love life ending up in a long-term commitment. Was I trying to end up alone, because of my choices? Was I just re-creating my childhood dynamics, which included my belief that I was alone? Unworthy? There are so many ways we hurt ourselves, because we believe it’s all we deserve deep in our beliefs.
It always goes back to trusting ourselves to “handle hurt.” We are afraid of our own pain, our ability to deal with our emotions, if someone disappoints us.You see “meant to be alone,” is a choice. Just like choosing creamer for your coffee. When you’re open-hearted, love is there. My match is out there. I just have to wade through a sea of jellyfish when you’re looking for the “star” fish.
I am a healthy, attractive, smart, and kind man. Perhaps, if I find LOVE? ah, thats very interesting. HOW do you really know its LOVE? And please dont give me that usual line "you will know when it happens to you"...to meet another person, you need to have a something that attracts NOT just on the physical level, but on the intellectual too. Pretty faces are a dime a dozen. A stimulated mind, or even a kind heart with a pretty face, now thats a rarity.
I consider myself a nice person. I gravitate to nice people because they're nice and we can be nice together. Working together and being compassionate together really makes life a helluva lot easier.
Maybe you believe no one is compatible with you? Doomed.Those moments bring a sense of profoundness in their depth of emotion. Whether the emotion is anger, frustration, sadness or nostalgia…. its very strongly felt. Some feel this way all the time. It doesn’t matter where, in a room full of people or alone; it’s that feeling of separation or difference and not being able to overcome oneself and be vulnerable.
Seems we physiologically were born to be connected and belong. So if our wiring is set up this way, why the doubt or feeling of “loner-ville?”We get caught in this cycle by talking ourselves into it and then we’re afraid to give someone a chance, because we were hurt in the past. Kind of a crappy way to go through life, don’t ya think? I know how I can be—when I got divorce..i was really lonely and depressed. Being alone at times is a good thing; we can get clear, spend time doing what we want or need, etc. Too much of it though and we start building walls against the rest of humanity. I used to find myself having a very difficult time, if I had no choice to be around others and wasn’t in the mood. I’d feel pressure to run away, needing to find my dark corner, so I could gather me up, put my pieces back together and calm my thoughts.I don’t find this happens too often anymore, I prefer being around others, because it energizes me. Laughter is more enjoyable when shared with others.
It took a huge effort to believe I wasn’t meant to be alone. There are still days I wonder. When I look at my past relationships, I believe I sabotaged any hope of my love life ending up in a long-term commitment. Was I trying to end up alone, because of my choices? Was I just re-creating my childhood dynamics, which included my belief that I was alone? Unworthy? There are so many ways we hurt ourselves, because we believe it’s all we deserve deep in our beliefs.
It always goes back to trusting ourselves to “handle hurt.” We are afraid of our own pain, our ability to deal with our emotions, if someone disappoints us.You see “meant to be alone,” is a choice. Just like choosing creamer for your coffee. When you’re open-hearted, love is there. My match is out there. I just have to wade through a sea of jellyfish when you’re looking for the “star” fish.
I am a healthy, attractive, smart, and kind man. Perhaps, if I find LOVE? ah, thats very interesting. HOW do you really know its LOVE? And please dont give me that usual line "you will know when it happens to you"...to meet another person, you need to have a something that attracts NOT just on the physical level, but on the intellectual too. Pretty faces are a dime a dozen. A stimulated mind, or even a kind heart with a pretty face, now thats a rarity.
I consider myself a nice person. I gravitate to nice people because they're nice and we can be nice together. Working together and being compassionate together really makes life a helluva lot easier.
LOVE: LOOKING FOR MY QUEEN
You know the woman I’m thinking of– my soulmate--that ideal someone who magically balances your flaws, completes your insufficiencies, and satisfies your deepest desires. While searching for a wife, we hold fast to the ideal of marrying someone faultlessly compatible with us – even if we concede that she herself is not going to be completely flawless. We develop a complex dating detection system, equipped with a built in “wife-finder” that automatically eliminates anyone who doesn’t strike us as potential soul-mate material. These methods of sifting through prospects beg the question; should we even be looking for a perfectly compatible spouse? Or, have modern dating notions – as perpetuated through movies, magazines, and the internet – narrowed our outlook to the point where our imaginations are saturated with shallow ideologies that undermine the potential for a healthy marriage?
One of my favorite theologians, Stanley Hauerwas, once argued that “you always marry the wrong person.” I did that already. Hauerwas challenges the notion that we should be searching for the one person who perfectly and comprehensively fulfills all our needs. This faulty outlook creates immense pressure to make absolutely sure we pick the right person. We become imprisoned by the fear that if we make an error in judgment, we could ruin our lives forever!
I was married before. It doesn't mean that she was the perfect person for me–because such a person does not exist. Nor does it mean that I could not have entered into a healthy and fulfilling marriage with another woman. But I chose Lindsey (and she chose me!) in full confidence—even though we are not perfect for each other.
What if our approach to finding a wife was not fueled by an endless compatibility test, but by a relentless effort to transform ourselves into the best husbands we can be? In this process, we certainly do need to look for a woman with whom we share a certain level of chemistry and compatibility, as well as our core values—especially when it comes to an understanding of marriage itself. However, we must also recognize that finding our flawlessly compatible, perfect soul-mate is not the key to marital happiness. Once we’ve made it that far, we can start soul-searching—and quit soul-mate-searching—on how we are going to become the best man and husband we can be. As a wise man once told me, if I wanted to marry the Queen, I would first need to become a King.
One of my favorite theologians, Stanley Hauerwas, once argued that “you always marry the wrong person.” I did that already. Hauerwas challenges the notion that we should be searching for the one person who perfectly and comprehensively fulfills all our needs. This faulty outlook creates immense pressure to make absolutely sure we pick the right person. We become imprisoned by the fear that if we make an error in judgment, we could ruin our lives forever!
I was married before. It doesn't mean that she was the perfect person for me–because such a person does not exist. Nor does it mean that I could not have entered into a healthy and fulfilling marriage with another woman. But I chose Lindsey (and she chose me!) in full confidence—even though we are not perfect for each other.
What if our approach to finding a wife was not fueled by an endless compatibility test, but by a relentless effort to transform ourselves into the best husbands we can be? In this process, we certainly do need to look for a woman with whom we share a certain level of chemistry and compatibility, as well as our core values—especially when it comes to an understanding of marriage itself. However, we must also recognize that finding our flawlessly compatible, perfect soul-mate is not the key to marital happiness. Once we’ve made it that far, we can start soul-searching—and quit soul-mate-searching—on how we are going to become the best man and husband we can be. As a wise man once told me, if I wanted to marry the Queen, I would first need to become a King.
LOVE:PAYBACK FOR WASTING YOUR TIME
I recently had a friend who wasn't isn’t happy about hitting the big 4-0. She broke down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably. What had hit her was the realization that she was 40, with no husband, no children, no prospects of either, and she was staring at a future of loneliness. I had two reaction...one outside..where being a good friend.I.told her, "Don't worry, you still have time." And my honest reaction that I was thinking.... That this was payback for riding the cock carousel for years, always aiming at the guys she wanted, not the guys she could get. But I cannot tell you anything other than how saddened I was at her tale, and how this sadness will rip out the hearts of so many women who did not set out to become lonely, childless spinsters, but whose families and societies removed the strictures on their behavior so that their own lack of self-control was left unbounded. This will be the ongoing social disaster of coming years.
I am insistent upon her becoming an object lesson to all the woman outh there, Life is a coin you may spend any way you like, but you may only spend it once. This woman spent it on an amusement park ride. Now the park is closing, she has been thrown off the ride, and faces 45 years of solitude.I have NO sympathy for this woman whatsoever. Just like most Modern Women, she bought into the feminist deception with eyes wide open with never a thought about the future. Well the future has arrived and it looks a lot like a cold, lonely one for her – just like the cold, lonely youth and young adulthood that MOST men have had and continue to have. Karma has come due, and the bicycles have realized that they don’t need fish, either.
When women like her are young, they treat decent men abominably – being as cruel and sadistic as they can be when rejecting an ‘unwanted’ man’s advances – simultaneously, they enjoy being ‘free whores’ for every player, dirtbag, and Alpha thug who crosses their path; then when they reach their thirties and are little more than ugly, repellent, diseased trollops (often with some thug’s illegitimate spawn or two in tow), they complain about ‘the lack of good men’.
Indeed, it is proper to not gloat, but rather mourn what we have lost, as a society, and feel sorry for those who have made poor decisions – and try to help others not make such poor decisions, by pointing to unfortunate examples, that at least others might learn something from them.
I know it is not right to exploiting someone’s (probably temporary) sadness to make other people feel shitty about their own lives is such a moral thing to do. But this should be a lesson to the rest of you woman out there. We need to hold up their tales as cautionary examples to other young women. The older women themselves cannot face that their lives should serve as an example of what not to do, and they will rationalize it forever.
Yes, those who did not prioritize children will have their genetic tendencies to that behavior removed from the gene pool. Women do not have the sexual options that men do, and not letting them know this early and often is crushing.
But they must be pointed to, and shown as examples. I understand people who will laugh at and mock them; I thought I would. It’s just the enormity of a waste of a life, and the lives she threw away, and the realization that this is just the tip of huge iceberg.
I do not feel guilty at all about using this woman’s example. It has the side benefit to woman out there starting to ask themselves “What do I do to bring value to the relatinship?” It is a good thing.
I am insistent upon her becoming an object lesson to all the woman outh there, Life is a coin you may spend any way you like, but you may only spend it once. This woman spent it on an amusement park ride. Now the park is closing, she has been thrown off the ride, and faces 45 years of solitude.I have NO sympathy for this woman whatsoever. Just like most Modern Women, she bought into the feminist deception with eyes wide open with never a thought about the future. Well the future has arrived and it looks a lot like a cold, lonely one for her – just like the cold, lonely youth and young adulthood that MOST men have had and continue to have. Karma has come due, and the bicycles have realized that they don’t need fish, either.
When women like her are young, they treat decent men abominably – being as cruel and sadistic as they can be when rejecting an ‘unwanted’ man’s advances – simultaneously, they enjoy being ‘free whores’ for every player, dirtbag, and Alpha thug who crosses their path; then when they reach their thirties and are little more than ugly, repellent, diseased trollops (often with some thug’s illegitimate spawn or two in tow), they complain about ‘the lack of good men’.
Indeed, it is proper to not gloat, but rather mourn what we have lost, as a society, and feel sorry for those who have made poor decisions – and try to help others not make such poor decisions, by pointing to unfortunate examples, that at least others might learn something from them.
I know it is not right to exploiting someone’s (probably temporary) sadness to make other people feel shitty about their own lives is such a moral thing to do. But this should be a lesson to the rest of you woman out there. We need to hold up their tales as cautionary examples to other young women. The older women themselves cannot face that their lives should serve as an example of what not to do, and they will rationalize it forever.
Yes, those who did not prioritize children will have their genetic tendencies to that behavior removed from the gene pool. Women do not have the sexual options that men do, and not letting them know this early and often is crushing.
But they must be pointed to, and shown as examples. I understand people who will laugh at and mock them; I thought I would. It’s just the enormity of a waste of a life, and the lives she threw away, and the realization that this is just the tip of huge iceberg.
I do not feel guilty at all about using this woman’s example. It has the side benefit to woman out there starting to ask themselves “What do I do to bring value to the relatinship?” It is a good thing.
LOVE: THE HUGE ATTRACTION TO MARRIED LIFE
As we travel through life we always have a mental picture of what our future will look like. We look out five, ten, fifteen and sometimes even twenty or thirty years into our future and contemplate what our little worlds will look like. I’d look out in to my future and see myself single throughout my mid-twenties, married and enjoying life in my 30′s, a parent soon after and a grandparent somewhere in my 60′s. In all that projecting, the person I projected by my side was always some beautiful phantom of a woman whose face I could never quite discern because I had yet to meet her. Somewhere along the line in my relationship with Mrs Right that all changed. When I imagined my future life, the face of the beautiful woman standing next to me in both my immediate and long term future was clear. It was her, and there was nothing I could do to shake that.
When I think about settling down,there is a huge attraction to married life:
1. Steady pussy from a girl that is at least as hot and good sexually as the average girl I'd be banging otherwise - ideally, she will be significantly better. In fact, most guys are settling for the girls they bang casually, while they wait for a girl worth marrying.
2. The ability to raise children. A man loves (perhaps even has a need) to feel powerful, just as much as a woman loves to feel beautiful and nuturing. Psychologists among those reading can correct my unlearned observation here, but the power a man feels being responsible for the life of a child (even the physical power he feels being able to lift a baby up with such ease) should not be underestimated as a draw of married life and commitment.
3. Companionship. The idea of being an old man alone (albeit one who has a ton of notches in his belt from 40 years earlier) is depressing. Men are more independent than women, but we are not autonomous. Most of us want someone to share our life with. True, we want someone who doesn't nag, and makes herself beautiful as she can, and is a pleasure to be around, of course, but loneliness is a real consideration.
These things are "pull factors" towards marriage, rather than "push factors" from single life (like being the oldest guy in the bar). Aging may make men start to consider these things, but for me personally, it is those things that draw me to the idea of settling down. We'll see if I ever make it there...
When I think about settling down,there is a huge attraction to married life:
1. Steady pussy from a girl that is at least as hot and good sexually as the average girl I'd be banging otherwise - ideally, she will be significantly better. In fact, most guys are settling for the girls they bang casually, while they wait for a girl worth marrying.
2. The ability to raise children. A man loves (perhaps even has a need) to feel powerful, just as much as a woman loves to feel beautiful and nuturing. Psychologists among those reading can correct my unlearned observation here, but the power a man feels being responsible for the life of a child (even the physical power he feels being able to lift a baby up with such ease) should not be underestimated as a draw of married life and commitment.
3. Companionship. The idea of being an old man alone (albeit one who has a ton of notches in his belt from 40 years earlier) is depressing. Men are more independent than women, but we are not autonomous. Most of us want someone to share our life with. True, we want someone who doesn't nag, and makes herself beautiful as she can, and is a pleasure to be around, of course, but loneliness is a real consideration.
These things are "pull factors" towards marriage, rather than "push factors" from single life (like being the oldest guy in the bar). Aging may make men start to consider these things, but for me personally, it is those things that draw me to the idea of settling down. We'll see if I ever make it there...
LOVE: ITS AWFUL FOR ANY GUY LOOKING FOR LOVE AND MARRIAGE
The situation is awful for the guy looking for love and marriage today. Take into account the fact that childhood has been extended an extra decade (with predictably bad results), add into concoction the societally deleterious notion of postponing marriage and childbirth, and top it all off woman who want to "marrying up" Today. The average man flips the two-sided coin of marriage-divorce, and more often than not it lands on the side of "the Justice Department and the entire American legal system demand that you bend over". Who would play Russian Roulette with three chambers loaded? I did and i got divorce.
Most women are absurdly difficult to date. The infamous 463 bullet point list of requirements is a reality, even for ones you would consider to be 'the best'. Imagine feminism of the 1960s as if it were personified by Agent Smith in the movie, The Matrix Revolutions. By the time Neo encountered him for the last time nearly every single human in the Matrix was a Smith. The entitlement complex whereby your average Millennial Princess believes she not only deserves the best, but that she is the beat. I've seen girls of mediocre looks shut down respectable, decent guys because....pick a reason. It's not that it's happened to me, it's happened to most guys. Rejection is a fact of life for men, whereas for women it is 'rejecting', as in, they are the ones that usually do the rejecting. Feminism has convinced hundreds of millions of women that only the best will do, and if any man does not fit that description then he is worthless.
Fair enough. They're not required to date someone they don't want. There's no law, no standing order that dictates a woman must date the first man who propositions her. However, that type of strawman is pointless in a serious subject like this. I have read one and only one romance novel in my life (not Fifty Shades of Grey, but a knock off of it), but it was one of the most highly rated on Amazon. It was about a hapless young woman who falls in love with a dominating, arrogant, powerful billionaire. It was at that point that I realized I hadn't read only one romance novel, but about half a million because a fantastic percentage of romance novels feature the idealized man falling in love with a secretly capable, kind-hearted, often ignored woman. Usually the man is hyper-wealthy and ultra-confident. He commands and dominates and doesn't take "No" for an answer. No wonder women are riding the alpha-cock carousel until they're aged out of it: they know that nothing but a dull, white-bread life in the suburbs awaits them.
How depressing a life, to have everything provided for oneself, to want for nothing, and to have someone in love with you! It would be one thing if she was super-hot, wealthy, fit, and the perfect cook....but most women aren't that. They're not any of those things, and that's fine, men don't require them to be; men learn early on in life that they won't marry the model (though they'd like to), that their wife won't be perfect, and that he has contribute to the relationship more than a warm body. Women of the past two generations have failed to grok that about the world: they think having a near-infinite list of desires and expectations makes them desirable and worthwhile. It doesn't, but it does set them up for a lifetime of disappointments when they realize that the men in the romance literature they've been lusting ravenously for don't actually exist except in the uppermost echelons of Western society.
So, what is the solution to this problem? If you're an Alpha like me, based on genetic disposition, hard work, upbringing, or pure guesswork, then you've got it made and need no advice. If, however, you find yourself in utter abhorrence at the way Western women have devolved into feral hyperga-mice then the only option is to Go Elsewhere, young man! Use your twenties to build your wealth up, then get the hell out of here. If you're a marriage-minded man, then my advice would be to head to a foreign locale to find a marriage-minded woman from a traditionalist country (Poland seems like a good destination). I'm sure there's good women still in America, but after years of doing my damnedest to find one, you could say I'm a little disillusioned at how even those I could properly say are the best all around, who fit every criterion necessary for a good future relationship, are still indistinguishable from their fellow Sisters in the dating game. .
I am done with the games so woman play. It is a fruitless endeavor and a waste of time, because if you have to do that much work to get into the bed One should always seek to be more confident, more capable, more intelligent, and stronger, but not to attract women, but for yourself. What the feckless hordes of horny losers don't is that doing all that work with one thought in mind ("getting laid!") is a mind field of failure just begging to be walked on. Why spend years building oneself up in America for a nagging, divorce-prone princess with an entitlement complex when you can find someone of superior quality across the pond, the Pacific, or down in South America?
The majority of American women who think they're Gods gift to Man are ludicrously deluded and just not worth it anymore. They don't deserve to be Gamed, they don't deserve to be wooed, they don't deserve anyone with a shred of confidence, they don't deserve to be respected, and they don't deserve to be told they're special. Believe me when I say I'm not bitter or angry, just disappointed. And with that disappointment, I'm resolved to not put up with it for a second longer than necessary. I believe in getting things done and to not dwell on the more cynical side of life; you wouldn't know it from reading this, but I'm almost always optimistic. I don't like being miserable or unhappy or cynical, which is why I'm against learning Game in America. Going through all that work for pure, unadulterated hedonism in a nation that is about to go through terrible times is the very height of foolishness.
Men have been responsible for most wars and national disasters in human history; women can take responsibility for this one, this Sexual Disaster that is rapidly draining the nation dry of men who are willing to put up with the abuse any longer, or even at all. I hate to say it, but it's nothing less than what the West needs to experience, for the good men (and women) to go Galt. The good women of the West, like the men who still are possessed of a backbone, are few and far between. Yet, in a sea of stupid, lazy, and evil, there's still light to stand against the darkness, despite the world's relentless attempts to stamp it out. Its rare and it's faint, but it's there. This isn't the end of the West, it's just another page in history in humanity's long march through this life. It's time for a change.
A man (with options) who is evaluating wife or mother potential has a whole lot of other criteria he's looking at. And if you don't make good wife or mother material, what the heck would be the point in committing to you? We would only be wasting your time and ours if we never intend to marry you.
A man looking to commit will want to see ample signs of honesty, integrity, trustworthiness, thrift, sensitivity, sexuality, physical fitness, wholesome values, non-sluttiness, and other character traits.
The sad truth is that the vast majority of American women are simply unworthy of commitment. They are washed up party girls, who spent their attractive years drinking and sleeping with every good looking douchebag that hit on her. When she realizes her looks are starting to fade and she doesn't like working that corporate job, only then does she start looking for a sucker to rope into commitment. By then she is nearly worthless as a wife and mother.
Women in other countries (non-western) seem to get that if they expect a man to make the major sacrifice of commitment, they need to give him her prime beauty and reproductive years. She needs to be skilled in the nurturing arts and demonstrate loyalty. Otherwise she'll be an awful wife and mother. Men do not want a hard-bitten corporate warrior who can't stop competing with everyone in her life. Your degree means nothing to us. Your "independence" means nothing to us (except as a red flag).
If a man is going to risk half his wealth to divorce theft, you better be a high-quality woman, period. Otherwise you should be expecting to get pumped and dumped nearly every time.
Most women are absurdly difficult to date. The infamous 463 bullet point list of requirements is a reality, even for ones you would consider to be 'the best'. Imagine feminism of the 1960s as if it were personified by Agent Smith in the movie, The Matrix Revolutions. By the time Neo encountered him for the last time nearly every single human in the Matrix was a Smith. The entitlement complex whereby your average Millennial Princess believes she not only deserves the best, but that she is the beat. I've seen girls of mediocre looks shut down respectable, decent guys because....pick a reason. It's not that it's happened to me, it's happened to most guys. Rejection is a fact of life for men, whereas for women it is 'rejecting', as in, they are the ones that usually do the rejecting. Feminism has convinced hundreds of millions of women that only the best will do, and if any man does not fit that description then he is worthless.
Fair enough. They're not required to date someone they don't want. There's no law, no standing order that dictates a woman must date the first man who propositions her. However, that type of strawman is pointless in a serious subject like this. I have read one and only one romance novel in my life (not Fifty Shades of Grey, but a knock off of it), but it was one of the most highly rated on Amazon. It was about a hapless young woman who falls in love with a dominating, arrogant, powerful billionaire. It was at that point that I realized I hadn't read only one romance novel, but about half a million because a fantastic percentage of romance novels feature the idealized man falling in love with a secretly capable, kind-hearted, often ignored woman. Usually the man is hyper-wealthy and ultra-confident. He commands and dominates and doesn't take "No" for an answer. No wonder women are riding the alpha-cock carousel until they're aged out of it: they know that nothing but a dull, white-bread life in the suburbs awaits them.
How depressing a life, to have everything provided for oneself, to want for nothing, and to have someone in love with you! It would be one thing if she was super-hot, wealthy, fit, and the perfect cook....but most women aren't that. They're not any of those things, and that's fine, men don't require them to be; men learn early on in life that they won't marry the model (though they'd like to), that their wife won't be perfect, and that he has contribute to the relationship more than a warm body. Women of the past two generations have failed to grok that about the world: they think having a near-infinite list of desires and expectations makes them desirable and worthwhile. It doesn't, but it does set them up for a lifetime of disappointments when they realize that the men in the romance literature they've been lusting ravenously for don't actually exist except in the uppermost echelons of Western society.
So, what is the solution to this problem? If you're an Alpha like me, based on genetic disposition, hard work, upbringing, or pure guesswork, then you've got it made and need no advice. If, however, you find yourself in utter abhorrence at the way Western women have devolved into feral hyperga-mice then the only option is to Go Elsewhere, young man! Use your twenties to build your wealth up, then get the hell out of here. If you're a marriage-minded man, then my advice would be to head to a foreign locale to find a marriage-minded woman from a traditionalist country (Poland seems like a good destination). I'm sure there's good women still in America, but after years of doing my damnedest to find one, you could say I'm a little disillusioned at how even those I could properly say are the best all around, who fit every criterion necessary for a good future relationship, are still indistinguishable from their fellow Sisters in the dating game. .
I am done with the games so woman play. It is a fruitless endeavor and a waste of time, because if you have to do that much work to get into the bed One should always seek to be more confident, more capable, more intelligent, and stronger, but not to attract women, but for yourself. What the feckless hordes of horny losers don't is that doing all that work with one thought in mind ("getting laid!") is a mind field of failure just begging to be walked on. Why spend years building oneself up in America for a nagging, divorce-prone princess with an entitlement complex when you can find someone of superior quality across the pond, the Pacific, or down in South America?
The majority of American women who think they're Gods gift to Man are ludicrously deluded and just not worth it anymore. They don't deserve to be Gamed, they don't deserve to be wooed, they don't deserve anyone with a shred of confidence, they don't deserve to be respected, and they don't deserve to be told they're special. Believe me when I say I'm not bitter or angry, just disappointed. And with that disappointment, I'm resolved to not put up with it for a second longer than necessary. I believe in getting things done and to not dwell on the more cynical side of life; you wouldn't know it from reading this, but I'm almost always optimistic. I don't like being miserable or unhappy or cynical, which is why I'm against learning Game in America. Going through all that work for pure, unadulterated hedonism in a nation that is about to go through terrible times is the very height of foolishness.
Men have been responsible for most wars and national disasters in human history; women can take responsibility for this one, this Sexual Disaster that is rapidly draining the nation dry of men who are willing to put up with the abuse any longer, or even at all. I hate to say it, but it's nothing less than what the West needs to experience, for the good men (and women) to go Galt. The good women of the West, like the men who still are possessed of a backbone, are few and far between. Yet, in a sea of stupid, lazy, and evil, there's still light to stand against the darkness, despite the world's relentless attempts to stamp it out. Its rare and it's faint, but it's there. This isn't the end of the West, it's just another page in history in humanity's long march through this life. It's time for a change.
A man (with options) who is evaluating wife or mother potential has a whole lot of other criteria he's looking at. And if you don't make good wife or mother material, what the heck would be the point in committing to you? We would only be wasting your time and ours if we never intend to marry you.
A man looking to commit will want to see ample signs of honesty, integrity, trustworthiness, thrift, sensitivity, sexuality, physical fitness, wholesome values, non-sluttiness, and other character traits.
The sad truth is that the vast majority of American women are simply unworthy of commitment. They are washed up party girls, who spent their attractive years drinking and sleeping with every good looking douchebag that hit on her. When she realizes her looks are starting to fade and she doesn't like working that corporate job, only then does she start looking for a sucker to rope into commitment. By then she is nearly worthless as a wife and mother.
Women in other countries (non-western) seem to get that if they expect a man to make the major sacrifice of commitment, they need to give him her prime beauty and reproductive years. She needs to be skilled in the nurturing arts and demonstrate loyalty. Otherwise she'll be an awful wife and mother. Men do not want a hard-bitten corporate warrior who can't stop competing with everyone in her life. Your degree means nothing to us. Your "independence" means nothing to us (except as a red flag).
If a man is going to risk half his wealth to divorce theft, you better be a high-quality woman, period. Otherwise you should be expecting to get pumped and dumped nearly every time.
LOVE: THE IMBALANCE IN THE SEXUAL MARKET
Imbalance in the sexual market, compare to older times.
To put it bluntly: too many sluts have lowered the value of having access to vagina so low that it can not be offered as exchange for all of a mans material and immaterial resources.
That happened because feminists told you it would be empowering to sexually behave as men. Now guess what? Having access to a penis is worth nothing, because it's not only offered everywhere, it's occasionally thrown at you.
No doubt the feminist want to lower the value of access to vagina to the same worthless levels. It's empowering to be a slut, ain't it?
Vagina being as worthless as penis would not be a problem if men and women had the same preferences, but as you see, females prefer to have access to a mans material and emotional resources, rather than have access to his devalued penis.
What's so funny is that males are even less prone to offer commitment now that access to vagina is so devalued, raising the demand for male commitment even further, and raising the value disparity of the commodities that the different genders offer even further.
So now you got a situation were showing your cunt holds approximately the same value as showing your ankle in older times, when access to vagina was more expensive.
Now, since beauty and access to vagina are the only currency left to women now that feminine traits such as submissiveness, ability to nurture and the like have been proclaimed to be leftovers from a evil patriarchal era, the only thing you girls have going for you is to give even MORE vagina! The inflation of vagina is about to reach hyperinflation and become totally worthless, a situation were men will be able to demand a fuck on the spot in order to even bother to listen to the girls need for commitment.
At the same time, this situation is only available to the most valuable men, since female hypergamy dictates that only men of higher value than themselves are worthy of receiving vagina in order to secure commitment.
Thus, you got an greatly expanded cast of loser men who will never get to touch vagina, only masturbate to pictures of them in front of the screen.
And no matter how desperate women will become for commitment, and no matter how devalued their vagina becomes, they will never contemplate buying the commitment of lower men, due to their "50 Shades of Grey" and "Twilight" hyperactivated hypergamy.
Women will receive NOTHING from the lower and higher level males, except for contempt and pump and dumps.
There is a constantly shrinking middle ground of higher betas/lower alphas, were one can find men who are worthy to secure commitment from, but not hot enough to be chased by sluts. In that area, there is still a resembles of functioning eras. However, as sluts continue to have their vagina devalued...
You girls are being shafted, and shafted hard by feminism.
And i haven't even started to talk about your careers, your children and your future as grandmothers.
Freedom is the power to choose. From what i see, most women are losing the power to choose what they prefer and crave (commitment), and gain things that they do only appreciate(monetary independence and casual sex). That is not a good deal. It's like trading away your kidney to buy a iPad
A women who want to work should be able to do so (and they did in the 1950s), but she needs to understand the effects of her choice and make an informed decision.
Does she really want to spend her prime years starting a carer that will not gain her benefits when it's time to find a husband? Isn't she going to put that career to rest when it's time to start having children? How do men react to her having had multiple previous long term relations, a jaded heart and 10 years less fertile years than a 25 year old? This are important issues that are not in the minds of the present women.
"how to make the right choices for themselves"
The choices need to be taken with consideration to long term consequences and system wide effects. Devaluing what men crave and women have, devaluing the female currency, will not be a successful strategy for women as a group.
To put it bluntly: too many sluts have lowered the value of having access to vagina so low that it can not be offered as exchange for all of a mans material and immaterial resources.
That happened because feminists told you it would be empowering to sexually behave as men. Now guess what? Having access to a penis is worth nothing, because it's not only offered everywhere, it's occasionally thrown at you.
No doubt the feminist want to lower the value of access to vagina to the same worthless levels. It's empowering to be a slut, ain't it?
Vagina being as worthless as penis would not be a problem if men and women had the same preferences, but as you see, females prefer to have access to a mans material and emotional resources, rather than have access to his devalued penis.
What's so funny is that males are even less prone to offer commitment now that access to vagina is so devalued, raising the demand for male commitment even further, and raising the value disparity of the commodities that the different genders offer even further.
So now you got a situation were showing your cunt holds approximately the same value as showing your ankle in older times, when access to vagina was more expensive.
Now, since beauty and access to vagina are the only currency left to women now that feminine traits such as submissiveness, ability to nurture and the like have been proclaimed to be leftovers from a evil patriarchal era, the only thing you girls have going for you is to give even MORE vagina! The inflation of vagina is about to reach hyperinflation and become totally worthless, a situation were men will be able to demand a fuck on the spot in order to even bother to listen to the girls need for commitment.
At the same time, this situation is only available to the most valuable men, since female hypergamy dictates that only men of higher value than themselves are worthy of receiving vagina in order to secure commitment.
Thus, you got an greatly expanded cast of loser men who will never get to touch vagina, only masturbate to pictures of them in front of the screen.
And no matter how desperate women will become for commitment, and no matter how devalued their vagina becomes, they will never contemplate buying the commitment of lower men, due to their "50 Shades of Grey" and "Twilight" hyperactivated hypergamy.
Women will receive NOTHING from the lower and higher level males, except for contempt and pump and dumps.
There is a constantly shrinking middle ground of higher betas/lower alphas, were one can find men who are worthy to secure commitment from, but not hot enough to be chased by sluts. In that area, there is still a resembles of functioning eras. However, as sluts continue to have their vagina devalued...
You girls are being shafted, and shafted hard by feminism.
And i haven't even started to talk about your careers, your children and your future as grandmothers.
Freedom is the power to choose. From what i see, most women are losing the power to choose what they prefer and crave (commitment), and gain things that they do only appreciate(monetary independence and casual sex). That is not a good deal. It's like trading away your kidney to buy a iPad
A women who want to work should be able to do so (and they did in the 1950s), but she needs to understand the effects of her choice and make an informed decision.
Does she really want to spend her prime years starting a carer that will not gain her benefits when it's time to find a husband? Isn't she going to put that career to rest when it's time to start having children? How do men react to her having had multiple previous long term relations, a jaded heart and 10 years less fertile years than a 25 year old? This are important issues that are not in the minds of the present women.
"how to make the right choices for themselves"
The choices need to be taken with consideration to long term consequences and system wide effects. Devaluing what men crave and women have, devaluing the female currency, will not be a successful strategy for women as a group.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
LOVE: WOMAN I LOVE LIVES INSIDE OF YOU
Because the woman I love lives inside of you, I lean as close to your body with my words as I can--and I think of you all the time, my dearest because the One I love goes with you wherever you go,I will always be near. If you sat before me, with your aura bright from you, my lips could resist rushing to you and needing to befriend your blushed cheek, But my eyes can no longer hide the wondrous fact of who you really are.So I will always lean my heart as close to your soul as I can.
LOVE: THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LOVE AND SEX
Sexual attraction is only one manifestation of love. One can be sexually aroused and still feel no love, just as a couple can be married and possess no mutual sexual appetite or love. Some people find they can fulfill sexual needs one way, and they love something else, such as a hobby or their work.
When sexual desire, or go ahead and call it sexual need, is very strong, it certainly gets called love. To be precise it may be best termed carnal love. Similarly, a glutton loves food, and an addict perversely loves whatever drug or activity he's hooked on. Sexual love, then, is not necessarily anything more than an equivalent of an animal being in heat. On the other hand, if two people share a wholehearted, broad-based love for each other, then their sexual relations may be more an expression of their affection than of their instinctive drive.
Yes, love and sex are too much confused. It is frightful how many beastly rapes and molestations take place, which are sexual but devoid of love completely. Love can be found thriving far from sex, as in a mother's love for her child, or a religious order's mystical love of doing glory to God, or of the knight's chivalrous love towards his country and rulers. The soldier's courage to defend his family is a kind of love in action. The artist who starves in an attic, living a celibate existence to produce masterpieces, is illuminated by love. Childhood friends who go through life together know love, though not sex, as regards each other. Have I made my point obvious?
It is, I'm sure. But I'm on a roll and don't want to stop yet. Love's antithesis is hate. Hate is often associated with harm or destruction, even death. But again, it is not equal to those. It is strongly held negative emotions, even as love is strongly held positive ones.
The golden rule, "Love thy neighbor as thyself," or "do unto others as you would have them do unto you," helps us see that if we want people to enjoy peaceful, content existence, we must work together cooperatively, and not let our passions, of either love or hate, get us out of line.
One thing I'm sure of, is the world would be a better place if all of us individuals had someone or something we loved. I feel sorry for people who are neutral about this, indifferent regarding that, and don't know what really turns them on. I almost wish there was a law against having no love in one's life. Well, that kind of thinking is too extreme. Is it possible, without love, to be healthy in a mental sense? To be balanced? Can an individual's self-esteem be proper without love? It is certainly possible for a person to be temporarily devoid of love. For example, pick up a random individual, transport him across the planet, and set him into a strange culture, where he knows no one, he knows not a word of the language. He will be in shock, and will love no one, and probably his only love then would be of longing for his familiar life. Temporarily, his shock, his sadness, and his bewilderment will be more powerful feelings than any love he feels.
Since love can be felt in so many different ways, it is a good thing our culture allows people freedom to choose. All the more wondrous that some of us seem to love nothing! What explains this? Are children who were in dysfunctional, abusive situations forced to retreat as it were into a shell, to be calloused against freely opening themselves to the flow of their emotions? Are certain people born with chemical imbalances in their brains which make it impossible for them to feel love? Are some people so prone to liking numerous things that they tend to not strongly like (i.e., love) any one thing in particular?
To love is to express oneself. Usually one's love is obviously manifested. It may be that even as some of us are generally shy and inhibited, some of us are poorer at loving. Doubtless there are complex, peculiar combinations of factors operating in every individual case. And most of our general rules or commonplace assumptions are based on behavior prevalent in our culture.
The chief motivating factor in many of our lives is love. People go to extraordinary lengths and costs to find love, or to give it, to keep it, to hope for it. In some cultures, such as primitive stone-age ones, I'm sure that basic food gathering and survival work is more dominating than any interpretation of love other than love of continuing to live.
In my life, I prefer to give my time to being with people I love, rather than being paid to spend time working for people whom I don't love. Similarly, I would rather remain single and wait until I can marry a woman with whom I can share profound love, than cohabit with a woman about who I am indifferent. It is often said "what really counts is that a person does what he or she loves." Yet how many of us really do? How many of us would keep doing our jobs if we didn't need the money? Few of us. Even if I was suddenly rich financially, I'd still do most of what I do now; I'd not fundamentally change.
No, money won't alter me much. Love may. If I decide to marry a woman, and she is eager also, I would stop merely doing whatever I please, and start giving my attention equally to pleasing her. Ideally we'd work very well together. But times would occur when we'd disagree, so I'd yield whenever I possibly could, out of my love and respect, and concern for our marriage.
The love that motivates people to give freely their very lives is greatly inspiring. If martyrs didn't have love propelling them, then they at any rate had strong emotions. Sometimes I dream about hypothetical situations that test my love. For example, if the woman I think the very world of, asked me to give up my New York existence, to live with her 1,000 miles away -- would I do it? Maybe. If I figured there was good odds of living happily ever after, I might. But such questions are answered not just by deliberation, they're affected by emotion. Love can blind us to logic, reason and common sense. I love so many things about my life in Seattle, and there are so many eligible women here -- that the chance of me heading out of town, loveblind, is remote. But that I think about such things, shows I am moved mightily by love.
I am so glad to love my work, to love my family and friends, to love my city, and to love nature. Yes, I want to also love a woman who loves me. That will come. So far it has alway been one-way rather than mutual. I'm particular, patient, and confident. It's sort of a "patting oneself on the back" to say it, but I wish more people would show restraint about forming intimate relationships of the sort that are called marriages. Too many young folks hurry into such arrangements, and all too soon failure comes about. People think it's easier than it really is. Loving is often easy, but the long-term nurturing and sustaining of the love is work.
When sexual desire, or go ahead and call it sexual need, is very strong, it certainly gets called love. To be precise it may be best termed carnal love. Similarly, a glutton loves food, and an addict perversely loves whatever drug or activity he's hooked on. Sexual love, then, is not necessarily anything more than an equivalent of an animal being in heat. On the other hand, if two people share a wholehearted, broad-based love for each other, then their sexual relations may be more an expression of their affection than of their instinctive drive.
Yes, love and sex are too much confused. It is frightful how many beastly rapes and molestations take place, which are sexual but devoid of love completely. Love can be found thriving far from sex, as in a mother's love for her child, or a religious order's mystical love of doing glory to God, or of the knight's chivalrous love towards his country and rulers. The soldier's courage to defend his family is a kind of love in action. The artist who starves in an attic, living a celibate existence to produce masterpieces, is illuminated by love. Childhood friends who go through life together know love, though not sex, as regards each other. Have I made my point obvious?
It is, I'm sure. But I'm on a roll and don't want to stop yet. Love's antithesis is hate. Hate is often associated with harm or destruction, even death. But again, it is not equal to those. It is strongly held negative emotions, even as love is strongly held positive ones.
The golden rule, "Love thy neighbor as thyself," or "do unto others as you would have them do unto you," helps us see that if we want people to enjoy peaceful, content existence, we must work together cooperatively, and not let our passions, of either love or hate, get us out of line.
One thing I'm sure of, is the world would be a better place if all of us individuals had someone or something we loved. I feel sorry for people who are neutral about this, indifferent regarding that, and don't know what really turns them on. I almost wish there was a law against having no love in one's life. Well, that kind of thinking is too extreme. Is it possible, without love, to be healthy in a mental sense? To be balanced? Can an individual's self-esteem be proper without love? It is certainly possible for a person to be temporarily devoid of love. For example, pick up a random individual, transport him across the planet, and set him into a strange culture, where he knows no one, he knows not a word of the language. He will be in shock, and will love no one, and probably his only love then would be of longing for his familiar life. Temporarily, his shock, his sadness, and his bewilderment will be more powerful feelings than any love he feels.
Since love can be felt in so many different ways, it is a good thing our culture allows people freedom to choose. All the more wondrous that some of us seem to love nothing! What explains this? Are children who were in dysfunctional, abusive situations forced to retreat as it were into a shell, to be calloused against freely opening themselves to the flow of their emotions? Are certain people born with chemical imbalances in their brains which make it impossible for them to feel love? Are some people so prone to liking numerous things that they tend to not strongly like (i.e., love) any one thing in particular?
To love is to express oneself. Usually one's love is obviously manifested. It may be that even as some of us are generally shy and inhibited, some of us are poorer at loving. Doubtless there are complex, peculiar combinations of factors operating in every individual case. And most of our general rules or commonplace assumptions are based on behavior prevalent in our culture.
The chief motivating factor in many of our lives is love. People go to extraordinary lengths and costs to find love, or to give it, to keep it, to hope for it. In some cultures, such as primitive stone-age ones, I'm sure that basic food gathering and survival work is more dominating than any interpretation of love other than love of continuing to live.
In my life, I prefer to give my time to being with people I love, rather than being paid to spend time working for people whom I don't love. Similarly, I would rather remain single and wait until I can marry a woman with whom I can share profound love, than cohabit with a woman about who I am indifferent. It is often said "what really counts is that a person does what he or she loves." Yet how many of us really do? How many of us would keep doing our jobs if we didn't need the money? Few of us. Even if I was suddenly rich financially, I'd still do most of what I do now; I'd not fundamentally change.
No, money won't alter me much. Love may. If I decide to marry a woman, and she is eager also, I would stop merely doing whatever I please, and start giving my attention equally to pleasing her. Ideally we'd work very well together. But times would occur when we'd disagree, so I'd yield whenever I possibly could, out of my love and respect, and concern for our marriage.
The love that motivates people to give freely their very lives is greatly inspiring. If martyrs didn't have love propelling them, then they at any rate had strong emotions. Sometimes I dream about hypothetical situations that test my love. For example, if the woman I think the very world of, asked me to give up my New York existence, to live with her 1,000 miles away -- would I do it? Maybe. If I figured there was good odds of living happily ever after, I might. But such questions are answered not just by deliberation, they're affected by emotion. Love can blind us to logic, reason and common sense. I love so many things about my life in Seattle, and there are so many eligible women here -- that the chance of me heading out of town, loveblind, is remote. But that I think about such things, shows I am moved mightily by love.
I am so glad to love my work, to love my family and friends, to love my city, and to love nature. Yes, I want to also love a woman who loves me. That will come. So far it has alway been one-way rather than mutual. I'm particular, patient, and confident. It's sort of a "patting oneself on the back" to say it, but I wish more people would show restraint about forming intimate relationships of the sort that are called marriages. Too many young folks hurry into such arrangements, and all too soon failure comes about. People think it's easier than it really is. Loving is often easy, but the long-term nurturing and sustaining of the love is work.
DATING: WHY ME?..WHY DID YOU PICK ME?
When it comes to a long-term romantic commitment there are two times in a man’s life: ready and not ready. Carrie Bradshaw on the now cult classic “Sex and the City” was on to something she they wrote that men are like taxis driving around with their lights off. Sometimes they’ll pick up someone if they feel like it—sometimes a lot of people—but generally speaking, they’re unavailable. Then suddenly, as if men had their own ticking biological clock, a man realizes that he’s ready for the next stage of his life: settling down. His available-for-commitment light flicks on, and the next woman who jumps in the backseat stays for the ride of a lifetime; she meets the “One” and he meets his nuptials.
DEAR SOULMATE: PLEASE JUST COME INTO MY LIFE
Dear Soulmate,
Please just come into my life. I’m really quite lonely. And I can’t believe anything other than the fact that you exist somewhere. If we’re waiting for each other, let’s stop waiting and just never allow loneliness to come into our lives again. Let’s make each other feel worthwhile, yeah?
I can feel you right here, where you should be. Where your fingers meet my bare skin, tracing to calm my heart rate. You smirk at the slight smile that lingers on my lips, knowing its existence is entirely your fault. I ramble on about unimportant emotions and events I find dire and you kiss my lips to silence. I look into your eyes, trying to convey my honesty and say, “I’m serious.” You give breathy laugh and run your hand slowly from to face to my hair. A word escapes your lips, smooth, barely audible. “Baby…” My thoughts are lost and that smile deepens to my soul. I feel loved.
It’s beautiful when you find someone that is in love with your mind. Someone that wants to undress your conscience and make love to your thoughts. Someone that wants to watch you slowly take down all the walls you’ve built up around your mind and let them inside. I want to love someone whose heart has been broken. So that she would know exactly how it feels and won’t break mine.
Please just come into my life. I’m really quite lonely. And I can’t believe anything other than the fact that you exist somewhere. If we’re waiting for each other, let’s stop waiting and just never allow loneliness to come into our lives again. Let’s make each other feel worthwhile, yeah?
I can feel you right here, where you should be. Where your fingers meet my bare skin, tracing to calm my heart rate. You smirk at the slight smile that lingers on my lips, knowing its existence is entirely your fault. I ramble on about unimportant emotions and events I find dire and you kiss my lips to silence. I look into your eyes, trying to convey my honesty and say, “I’m serious.” You give breathy laugh and run your hand slowly from to face to my hair. A word escapes your lips, smooth, barely audible. “Baby…” My thoughts are lost and that smile deepens to my soul. I feel loved.
It’s beautiful when you find someone that is in love with your mind. Someone that wants to undress your conscience and make love to your thoughts. Someone that wants to watch you slowly take down all the walls you’ve built up around your mind and let them inside. I want to love someone whose heart has been broken. So that she would know exactly how it feels and won’t break mine.
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