Bittersweet Realization

So a while back, Turd Flinging Monkey was sent a sex-doll for evaluation purposes. He came to a very interesting realization after a week with it, and made this video:

He is quite correct with regards to touch - it is a basic human (in fact, animal) need that is denied to many out here in the fever-swamps of the MRA and manosphere and redpill and MGTOW communities.

Sadly, much "human touch" for men has been the touch of women, in a sexual manner, to make us addicted. Start us young - I did a post some time back about it, might hunt it out again and reread it.

After a little thought, I think that the following might be the gradual evolution of the sex-doll:

* scent - allow the owner the ability to put together a particular scent that he likes

* warmth - not just inside, skin-temperature as well

* breathing sounds

* random sounds - not much, every couple of hours or so

* random twitches - not much, every couple of hours or so

Otherwise, just a "sit there and look pretty" type of thing, as TFM states in his video.

I leave you with this, the state of those just starting to awaken:

Fear and Loathing in Modern Times

The modern day...everyone is scared shitless.

Outta their fucking minds.

Why?

It is a symptom of our gynocentric society.

Teh Wimminz get the crap scared out of them at the thought of being socially irrelevant. So they thrash around, backstabbing each other, building themselves up while tearing others down, attempting to get their narcissistic "fix" from all and sundry.

Smile at a woman. Go on, give her a genuine smile outta the blue when she isn't expecting it. Maybe even a flirty little wink, too.

Unless she's having a shit day (or a completely shit life, with attendant mental craphole) - she'll smile back, maybe surprised, maybe a little shy.

You just validated her existence. For a moment, she is relevant.

It never lasts. In a short while, she will have forgotten - and be back into her usual mode of obsessing about her social status and worrying again about becoming socially irrelevant.

A never-ending cycle of shit, for her.

A lot of us men have the crap scared out of us too. For the same stupid shit. (I think we caught it off teh wimminz, like a dose of the clap.)

This is where we get the male trolls and White Knights and SJWs and leftists and femicunts and general attack-bunnies. These are socially irrelevant men who can't be arsed or are too stupid to figure out why (and then deciding if they actually want to improve) - they just make up their own mental frames of immature lemming-like behavior and follow them over the cliff:

You can always tell an attack-bunny. They ask the most moronic of trick questions - in manosphere terms, Gamma's on the attack and attempting an AMOG: "So you think you're smart?"

Very mature, along the same lines of: "Were you ever caught masturbating in the dunny?" The real answer to this is: "Keep your perverted homosexual fantasies away from my cock, you sicko."

Similarly, the real answer to the above attack-bunny gamma AMOG question is: "1 + 1 = 3, you smarmy little cunt. Now fuck off."

These attack-bunnies try to trap you via your ego into accepting an implicit challenge. Probably well-rehearsed and prepared. (A symptom of social irrelevance, preparing obsessively to make themselves seem socially relevant. The level of mental self-deceptive ju-jitsu required for this is enough to cause me migraines.) One where they know they'll make you look small. One which ends up with them gaining their validation. For a moment, they are relevant.

Like a woman's validation, it never lasts. Soon they're spinning around frantically again, looking for their next fix of social relevance aka narcissistic supply.

Is this about avoiding the tricksters? Avoiding the SJWs and attack-bunnies?

Only partially.

The real problem is our fucking ego's.

It is ego which makes teh wimminz thrash around uselessly. It is ego which puts an attack-bunny on the prowl.

The real problem with our fucking ego's is that they've been deliberately built up. You too can have it all. Just go watch the series "Century of the Self" - and think about what propaganda, advertising, marketing is working on building up. Often in the form of making you seem more attractive to the opposite sex.

The ego. You can sell a shitload to someone with a big ego - because their big ego wants to flash it all around. "Look at me! I'm important!"

After their death - in a hundred years - in a thousand years - are they really going to be remembered?

Yeah, right.

Their ego cannot handle that. That utter irrelevance, the fact that nobody gives a flying shit, the fact that in a hundred or a thousand years it won't matter whether they were born - or not.

This is the roots of the modern bullshit drive for fame. Fame and relevance. The ego wants to be remembered, like Alexander and Cleopatra and Julius Caesar and Nero and Shakespeare and and andandand...

...never mind that these people actually did something. That's what made them famous. Their fame wasn't from "being famous" or "being socially relevant".

Be honest. Do we know of many "socially relevant" people from 300+ years ago?

Probably royalty and the aristocracy only. Kings, queens, princes, princesses, dukes, duchesses, barons, baronesses, sheriffs, etc. Precious few of those are household names. Think of a King, who comes to mind? For me, it's Henry VIII - because of that bloody song "I'm Henry the eighth I am" et-fucking-cetera. Anyway, these people actually did shit or had bad shit happen to them.

Take famous artists: Michelangelo, Van Gogh, Rubin, Picasso, Jackson Pollock, Salvador Dali. Did these guys become artists with the intention of becoming famous? Fuck no. They were just obsessed with painting and sculpting and doing stuff.

Even da Vinci was a fucking loser for much of his life - by the age of 30 he was basically unemployable. He didn't paint The Last Supper until 1498, when he was 46 years old. Sixteen more fucking years of obsessive crazy, as a pathetic has-been, before he put his first masterpiece out there. That is fucking obsessed to the nth power!

This is quite the quandary for the ordinary non-thinking young person who wants to be famous. Or even infamous, like Nero or Jack the Ripper or Charles Manson. Thirty-plus years of fucking shit before you get anywhere? MAYBE?!

The modern young pussies ego can't handle this. It's too big and dumb. It doesn't think in these terms. It thinks like: "I want it now. I want it yesterday. I want fucking more tomorrow. And the demands will all be changed then, so fucking stay awake!"

Because that's the way it's been trained, all its life. The ego. In a nutshell, it wants to be Mister Fucking Popularity - NOW.

Tony fucking Robbins, unleashing the power within. "Visualize yourself in an auditorium. All your family and friends come wandering in. They start a eulogy...it's yours. You're dead. What do you want them to say about you?"

Yeah, supercharging that fuckin' little frantic rabbit of an ego of yours. So selfish. So ultimately pointless and futile, wanting to be "remembered" in such-and-so a way. A fuckin' trap that others can use to grab you by. Grab the balls, squeeze a little, drag you around, thank you very much that'll be $100, NEXT!

Advertising and marketing to the young. So that they can be tricked into an endless cycle of "the latest fad" and someone can empty their pockets. So fuckin' sad and stupid. Because of it, it's now expected to be young and fuckin' stupid. The weird and worst bit, so many of them're too young and fuckin' stupid to understand just how young and fuckin' stupid they really are...

Cautionary stories. MacBeth - a warning that ambition is a vice, not a virtue. Another trap of the ego. Taken advantage of by the corporate ladder. As per The Peter Principle - eventually you get promoted to the point of incompetence. It's a mindless escalation from competence and relevance to incompetence and irrelevance. With a slow death of the self resulting.

Running endlessly to fill our ego, in a job that is 90% stupid, in a society that we recognize on a deep level is existential hell.

In a thousand years, in ten thousand years - all futile, at the end. Nobody will remember, let alone say "this person mattered because of X".

Dirty Addiction

The Men over at /r/MGTOW have come up with what I think is an interesting question/statement - and a very interesting answer. This poster laments that he will probably never comprehend female "logic":

And commentor batfish55 comes up with this gem (entire comment posted):

I think too much. I have a few ideas. This post relates to one of them. I've done the best I can, but I haven't quite finished articulating this idea yet...
Yes, women have happy-nerves in their gines, and yes, they get pleasurable sensations in them when they're being treated right, but I don't think that's the payoff for them in having sex. Read on.
A man's payoff in sex? Man, busting a nut feels great. Plus, I'm not gonna lie, there's a bit of an ego-trip when you seduce a woman for the first time. But, like most other things, it'd be wrong to assume that a woman's motivation will match a man's.
I think, and it's really not much of a stretch, that a woman's payoff from sex (and I'll get to the porn thing shortly) is that she gets to ride the emotional roller coaster; she likes the feelz she gets from it. The emotional feelz, not the orgasm feelz.
Is that a surprise? How many time has the manosphere talked about men being rational beings and women being emotional beings?
Think about it....
....a girl growing up has been told allll her life (well, maybe up until recently, anyway) that sex is wrong, bad, dirty, her pussy is gross, ditto masturbation. If you're among the set that believes that women stop growing up sometime during high school, well, what do kids do when their parents tell them not to do something? That very thing.
.....And now she's fucking you. She shouldn't be. This is just wrong. She just met you. But it's so hot. Does he love me? Do I love him? Oh, I shouldn't be doing this. I feelz so wrong, but it feelz sooo right.
....why would a presumably straight girl flirt with bisexuality and fuck her BFF in college? Because it's dirty, it's sexy, she shouldn't be doing it, because it feelz dirty/wrong/sexy.
....why would a wife fuck some dude on the side rather than her dutiful, faithful, beta hubby? Because she shouldn't be. Even tho that beta at home would do anything she wanted him to, it's hotter to nail her some dude she just met because it feelz wrong.
....this idea supports the "I hate it when men look at me and sexualize me" (and maybe she really does), but she's still running around with half of her tits hanging out because showing skin and getting the sexy looks and catcalls does make her feel something.....sexy.
...why would women do porn? Shit, if you're already doing something you really * shouldn't be doing, isn't it so much more intense if 10's or 100's of thousands of guys you'll never meet are watching you do it? *Big feelz. Plus, maybe she'll have to opportunity to nail 3 dudes at once and be covered head to toe is sweat and spooge. Dirty.
....why would a chick take it in the butt? She doesn't have happy nerve endings up there. Why? Because taking it in the pooper is even more taboo (and more wrong-er) than taking it in the gines. Lemme tell ya, as a dude that's once had a doctor's finger in his ass, that ain't no fun, even though the gay guys tells us prostate massage feels great.
....why does the girl feel sexually satisfied if she doesn't orgasm....but the guy does? Because she feelz like she was sexy enough to get him off. I think this leads into why girls blow dudes more often than dudes blow chicks.
....why is 50 Shades so popular among the girls? That shit is a manual of 'how to dirty.'
That's it for my post.
And now, I will make a prediction. I don't post on TRP anymore. I have in the past, but every time I do, I get modded out, even if I have a good point. I'm guessing it's because I don't know any mods IRL and/or because I'm not a favorite poster. BUT, on more than one occasion, I've either made a post (that later got modded out), or commented on something....and then a few days later, someone that posts often re-writes my idea, and suddenly, that post is on TRP's front page. Do me a favor, and let me know if that happens with this idea. Or feel free to troll me and tell me if someone's posted this before; I feel certain I've never read someone else say this.

Down-and-dirty anal sex thrown out on the internet for all-and-sundry to see - she gets off on the thought of 10,000 or 100,000 or 1,000,000 men jacking off to it. "Here little boys, you can watch but you can't touch! Wooo, I'm so empowered!" Just like these two posts on Belle Starr a couple of years back...she gets the emotional high of being publicly degraded...

Then there's the Dubai Porta Potties and women's delicious and complete failure at life...

We Men may be addicted to sex, something difficult genetically and mentally to break (after 20+ years of training from an infant). Modern women are addicted to MORE...

Stand On Your Man

Remember the old song: Stand By Your Man.

Now it's been changed - or rather, it has been for a long time. I have seen very, very few women doing the "stand by" and almost invariably the "stand on".

As in very publicly: *stomp* *stomp* *stomp*

Pathetic.

Just like the Marilyn Monroe quote that all the femicunts love-love-love to throw out there:

The stinking-attitude glorification of a spoiled cunt who:

• Had many mental problems
• Was known as an addict
• Died of an overdose (probably suicide)

Yes, stamp on your man you pieces of feminist-inspired shit. Every time I see it, I withdraw further from this stinking society.

If you only give those you "love" your worst, you aren't worth shit and you deserve only the lowest of drug-addicted and alcoholic loser males in this world.

Maybe that's why these worthless pieces of shit obsessively hang around those types of losers. They know they deserve nothing better, despite their airs and pretensions.

Neil Strauss Latest Update

So it seems that Neil Strauss of "The Game" fame is also busy reinventing himself. Hello Roosh, you got some competition in your quest to make "better" men to man-up for teh wimminz. I'm still curious about where you expect the worthwhile women for these men to come from.

As I've written before, PUA Is Broken. Nothing has changed my mind about that. In fact, if anything, the entire anti-MGTOW brouhaha just reinforces it: yanking out the feminist boilerplate shaming language shows the feminine-oriented mindset behind those who open their mouths and take a blast at the MGTOW. Dick In Pussy is still the end-all be-all validation that they seek.

So lets go see what Neil Strauss is up to, in his quest to "reinvent" himself. This is an interview in The Guardian:

While waiting for his drink, Strauss falls into conversation with a group that includes two middle-aged tourists and a young woman. The woman is in her 20s – tanned, blond, wearing denim short-shorts. Game-klaxon! I watch to see how Strauss will react to her, only he doesn’t. He chats with the tourists, about nothing much. Then he chats with her, about nothing much. And then he walks away.

“The old me would have been performing everything for her attraction,” Strauss says when we’re out of earshot. “Thinking of sex with her. Or how to lure her away from her boyfriend, what have you. Even in, like, a work meeting – if there was a woman in that meeting, everything I said was for her, to get her phone number afterwards.”

And now?

“I’m attracted to people, sometimes. But I think that part of my brain was trained for years. Constantly, wherever I went, whenever I walked into a room, these little lights would go on on a switchboard in my head.” The switchboard is still there, he says, only now anyone can illuminate it; anyone interesting. “I can relate to people on a human level.”

So it seems like he's gone from "robotic skirt-chaser" to "semi-aware human being". I'll provisionally accept that, with a kilo or two of healthy skepticism. So here we have the first time he went into rehab:

Around 2010, he met and fell in love with a Mexican-born model named Ingrid De La O. She was perfect, Strauss thought, their relationship together “the best I’d ever had”. Yet he found he couldn’t stop pursuing other women and cheating on Ingrid. When she learned about the cruellest of his infidelities (her best friend, a church car park), Ingrid agreed to forgive Strauss only on the condition he be treated for sex addiction. So he entered rehab for three months. Here his problems really began.

By opening up his psyche to trained therapists for the first time, Strauss learned he had quite an assortment of mental and emotional conditions. In short order, he was diagnosed with anxiety syndrome, depressive disorder, two forms of sexual disorder and attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. “It was like a hammer hitting me on the head,” he says. “I really thought I was normal.”

Hmm. No duh. So it looks like The Rawness was 100% accurate in his assessment of Neil Strauss and Mystery and PUAs in general. It's very interesting to know that. Let's now look at the second time he went into rehab (an excerpt from his book "The Truth"):

The day I went to sex therapy: an extract from The Truth, by Neil Strauss

"What are you here for?" the nurse asks me.

"Cheating."

She says nothing. I think about that word. It sounds lame. I’m in a hospital because I couldn’t say no. So I add the other reason I’m there: "And, I guess, to learn how to have a healthy relationship."

I think of Ingrid, whose heart I broke, whose friends threatened to kill me. The nurse looks up. It is the first time she’s made eye contact. She smiles sympathetically and continues looking through my intake folder. I ask if she thinks I’m really an addict. "I’m not an addiction specialist," she says. "But if you’re cheating on your relationship, if you’re visiting porn sites, or if you’re masturbating, that’s sex addiction."

She opens a drawer, removes a red square of paper, and writes my first name and last initial on it in black marker. Then she slips it into a small plastic sleeve and loops a long piece of white string through it. "You’re in red two," she says. "You’re required to wear your badge at all times."

"What does red two mean?"

"The tags are colour-coded. Red is for sex addicts. And the red two group is in therapy with Joan." She then picks up a large poster board from the floor and holds it on top of the desk, facing me. There are eight huge words on it: Joy, Pain, Love, Anger, Passion, Fear, Guilt, Shame.

"This is called a check-in," she says. "You’ll be required to check in four times a day and report which emotions you’re feeling. Which ones are you experiencing right now?"
I scan the display for crawling dread, for utter worthlessness, for total confusion, for intense regret, for rule-hating frustration. "Anger." She types it into my file. I am now officially institutionalised.

I feel another emotion coming on. "What’s the difference between guilt and shame?" I ask.

"Guilt is just about your behaviour. Shame is about who you are."

She leads me back to the reception desk, where I see a woman with her arm in a blue fibreglass cast being led out of a nursing station: another new arrival. She has pasty skin, blue-black hair, lots of piercings and the look of a vampire. I’m instantly attracted.

From the other direction, a woman with long blond hair pouring out of a pink baseball cap saunters to the reception desk. I think what I always think, what every man always thinks: what was puberty for if not to think these thoughts?

"What are you here for?" I ask the blonde. Her tag is blue. "Love addiction," she replies.

Perfect. I ask if she wants to get dinner.

Check-in emotion: guilt. Also, passion.

Well, well, well. Three holes in the ground.

She says nothing. I think about that word. It sounds lame. I’m in a hospital because I couldn’t say no. So I add the other reason I’m there: "And, I guess, to learn how to have a healthy relationship."

Weakness exposed. This is not any form of Alpha as espoused by the PUA section of the manosphere. This is someone amplifying and explaining - excusing! - himself. To a woman.

Nothing quite sells like public abasement of the famous, does it? Though maybe that's just my cynicism speaking. Still, it's a good start to rake in more $$$$. We'll leave it at that and see what happens - though admittedly it looks very much like Strauss has manned-up and swallowed the entire spectrum of mainstream "women can do no wrong" philosophy.
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Addendum:

"I’m not an addiction specialist," she says. "But if you’re cheating on your relationship, if you’re visiting porn sites, or if you’re masturbating, that’s sex addiction."

Now, I sincerely wonder if a professional nurse would say something like that. It's not her place to casually toss out such value-judgements. Leave it to the specialists.

However, if she had actually said that - it speaks volumes. Volumes to her sense of feeling entitled to pass on such value judgements. Especially when she's not a specialist in the area involved. She's merely throwing out a personal opinion, in a way potentially damaging to a patient.

Deeply unprofessional.

To dissect this more, reaching deep into the feminine-centric viewpoint which (this admittedly anecdotal nurse) exposes:

* if you're cheating on your relationship
* if you're visiting porn sites
* if you're masturbating

These three things are considered sex-addiction.

Why?

If you're cheating on your relationship, that's not a "sex addiction". That's just cheating on your relationship. The most that you could say is that it's morally reprehensible for both sexes, if you've effectively gotten married. (Ignoring the whole "Marriage 2.0 is no longer enforceable" and "it's okay for women to cheat but not men" blah blah that many of us in the manosphere know starkly.)

If you're visiting porn sites, that's not a "sex addiction". That's just being horny and wanting some mental stimulation. Again, the most that you could say is that it's morally reprehensible for both sexes. (Assuming that you buy in to the bushwah about "this is your brain, this is your brain on porn, any questions?" crapola going on out there.)

If you're masturbating, that's not a "sex addiction". That's just taking care of a momentarily-overwhelming physical urge. (The whole hookup culture is just mutual masturbation with another person's body.)

Take any or all to extremes? In conjunction? I would buy that. However, that was not mentioned. The impression is that it was merely thrown out as an "all of these things are automatically bad", whether individually and to whatever degree.

So why did this (anecdotal nurse) label these as "sex addiction"?

Might it be because they bypass anything involving the actual emotional and physical support of a woman?

And there's the feminine-centric outlook.

I might be really reaching - extrapolating way too far - yet I get the subtext from this little bit of writing of what this (anecdotal nurse) said: "(All men should be utterly sexless. (Except the ones who turn me on.))"

Are you willing to become someone's sexless slave?

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Men Still Doing The Work

This is gonna come across oddball. Bear with it.

As Men, we here in the manosphere are still doing all the work - of figuring out women.

Women put no effort in - they still float along serenely in their sweet little bubble of privileged life.

Which is still kind of interesting. To hell with teh wimminz, go do your own thing - and here we are, still trying to figure out these narcissistic little privileged twats. In a way, it's what we accuse some segments of the PUAs of doing: catering to the pussy.

Trying to figure her out, while she doesn't give a toss. Her only interest is how far she can twist and jack you around - just because she has a pussy and she knows she can do it. See how far she can push it.

I'm not absolutely certain of many of our (the manosphere's) motivations for this figuring out women thing. It's almost a flipside obsession, akin to the addiction (or brainwashing) that we have been subjected to all our lives.Obsessed with finding the truth about women. What makes them tick. Why they do the things they do. What behaviors are commonly exhibited. Why they might exhibit those behaviors.

She doesn't care. She learned early. I have the pussy, I have the power. There are - who knows? - maybe 99+% of men who unthinkingly agree.

Sometimes I am uncertain as to the ultimate purpose of some of us within the manosphere. Yes, some are just men looking to get laid. Some are men looking to make $$$. Some are men looking to be looked up at as "guru's". That sort of thing.

I think that a lot of teh wimminz come in here to see how far they can twist us around.

I do this to try and warn other men of the shit-storm they are walking into. Warn them to avoid certain types of behaviors and why they should avoid them.

I suspect that some men are still looking for their NAWALT.

It's interesting though. When you think about it. On a meta-level, we can say that this is all still revolving around the women, still revolving around the pussy. It all focuses on women. Still. As she twists our mental obsessions around her, even while we do our best to avoid her. In a way, still caught.

Let's say that you are hunting for the mysterious and elusive NAWALT. We learn all the danger signals so we can avoid the unsuitable women out there. If you're lucky, you might find your NAWALT.

Yet you - the man - have still put all the effort in to find her. She has likely been floating blissfully along on her cloud of privilege. Let's say you've found her. Then you have to woo her, convince her that you are the one worth having in her life.

You. Doing all the work. Still.

A Phantom Pain

Trigger warning, people.

This is for some of the Men out there who are like me: divorced. Though I suppose that the widowed may also feel this, in a somewhat different manner.

What I call a phantom pain.

This phantom pain could be thought of as an itch, like someone gets in an amputated limb. Or it might be the ache of an old bullet would, or a broken bone. An itch, an ache, a pain of something missing, or you can suddenly feel again something that you thought was long-gone.

It can manifest in many ways. A feeling of something absent. An actual itching that you want to scratch. A phantom squeezing sensation.

For me, it typically manifests as one of two things: an absence where I used to wear my wedding band, or an itching in the same area. The times when it manifests as a phantom squeezing sensation - those are bad times.

Any - all - of them can really drive me mad at times. In a good way and a bad way. It's strange how paradoxical the depths of the mind can be.

"Like a splinter in your mind - driving you mad."

A blue-pill red-pill analogy of The Matrix is ironically and frighteningly accurate at times.

I liken to this to how a slave might feel, once his manacles have been struck off. He can finally scratch that area where he couldn't before. The purest pleasure. Yet a burden still, the times he awakens with the sensation of manacles still on his limbs.

The nightmares of good times turning foul come to you, you awaken. A burden when I awaken with the sensation of a bond to a poorly-chosen woman still chaining my finger. That itch you can't scratch.

Eight years as a metaphorical slave to a poorly-chosen woman. That's a long time to get used to something. When it's gone - why - initially there is a sensation of relief.

Immediately after there is a sensation of loneliness and missing something terribly vital.

I think that this sensation - loneliness and missing something terribly vital - might be why some men go rushing back into matrimony in haste. It's not because they're completely stupid or the like. Not even just brainwashed. A step beyond that.

It's because they're habituated, perhaps even addicted.

To us recovering addicts. It does go. If you're lucky - very fast. For some of us - slowly, with time.

Maybe for some, not at all? I hope you're not that unfortunate.

Eight years of a bad marriage, only five years of freedom. There are times, half-asleep, when I feel that old manacle around my finger. When I remember, even the bad times were good.

Establish Those Boundaries

Over on Return of Kings, an article by Troy Francis:

Girls Are Fundamentally Lazy

While superficially the article is about how girls are lazy - totally true - underneath, it's about how the author got a little too busy with his book and work. Rather than go through the efforts of finding another hoe every few weeks, he let things develop more than he should have with one girl. Effectively he fucked up and lost control of his relationship with a narcissistic little whore - what the PUAs call "losing frame".

I strongly suggest reading the article, it's a good one. Now let's dive into it and pull out the guts. In the article he states:

All of this came to a head for me at the weekend when B stayed over at my flat. I’ve been seeing B since the beginning of the year, and she has become my primary girl almost by default, although she is hot, scoring well against all my personal requirements: twenty-three, very slim, long legs, long hair, great facial bone structure, Polish. 

B stayed with me on Saturday night. B woke up feeling lazy on Sunday morning. B called up her waitress job and told them she had a temperature. I want to stay here with you. Fine, baby, but I need to work. That’s OK — I won’t disturb you. [This is where he started slipping up. - BPS] 

I sat down at the computer. I am editing a novel at the moment — a process which requires concentration and, ideally, solitude. B lay in bed and ate toast. B painted her toenails. B called a friend and had an animated ten minute conversation in Polish. B watched an episode of Gossip Girl. Finally, B had a crying jag and told me she couldn’t trust me.

There is so much wrong in those three paragraphs. The first one alone shows that he's thinking more with his dick than his head. Apologies Troy, you know inside that it's the damn truth.

I put up a response as follows:

All women suck up time and energy. Theirs, yours, someone else's - it simply depends on what they think they can get away with. If you're busy for whatever reason - say, deadlines or you're behind on learning something - they start getting antsy and pissy because they don't like that they aren't #1 in your universe.

Then the drama begins.

The one you've got seems basically to be an airhead, fairly typical good-looking narcissistic hoe. It sounds like you've let her get too close because you've been busy with your book. Reason I say this: she feels entitled to have a dramatic crying jag and blame it on you, when you're in the process of trying to work.

1/ "I want to stay today with you." <--- all about meeeee screw you and your plans
2/ Eats toast in bed <--- attention-getting
3/ Paints toenails <--- attention-getting
4/ Has conversation in Polish <--- attention-getting
5/ Watched bullshit TV soap-opera <--- attention-getting
6/ Has crying-jag because she can never trust you <--- attention-got, validated! Wee!

She wanted your attention. I'm picking that it was a low-key escalation of background noise until she could throw a fake fit to get your attention. She got it. You didn't drop-kick her ass outta the room for attempting to start that shit that would ultimately waste your time and effort. You let it reach it's conclusion. [A conclusion he should have seen coming a mile away. He got lazy. - BPS]

Seriously, once you've let her get away with that, you've just fucked yourself relationship-wise with her. You know this.

I'm not pulling the "dollars before hoes" Alpha thing. I'm pulling the "this cunt has a fundamental disrespect for you that's only gonna get worse" thing. Because you didn't squash that behavior the instant it started. You didn't say no right from the beginning. You didn't establish that firm boundary that you have stuff to do that needs privacy. [Remember my article about personal time and space being golden for men? 100% pure example right there, from a non-married man. - BPS]

She now feels entitled to push the boundaries even more. If you attempt to backtrack and establish those firm boundaries: cue more drama, fake fits, et-fucking-cetera. It's all about her now.

I think my response pretty-much states it all. He let the camel get it's head in the tent. He lost control of the relationship. He didn't set a crucial boundary, now she's gonna try and walk all over him any time she can. Let the drama and horseshit ensue - moreso once he finally becomes pissed off enough to dump the cunt.

Scarcely any kind of high-class woman this one. Just another narcissistic whore who got what she wanted. Because she has a shape and face and fucks good.

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Chisel That Shit Off

Recently I've been noticing more and more girls with way too much shitty makeup on their faces. I don't know if it's a process of becoming more aware to the bullshit going on or what. At any rate, it seems to be everywhere - I'm noticing it - and it just makes them look fake as fuck.

One was over the weekend, at the top of a mountain. A young-ish girl showed up tramping with her boyfriend, she was trying to cover up a really bad dose of facial acne. So bad you could see it through the shit she had layered on her face. In her case I found myself thinking: "If you left that shit off, your face would have a chance to heal." I tend to believe that the makeup shit causes such problems.

The other was last Friday at a TGI Friday lunch. There were a lot of guys that day and only two girls - thank fuck! We were talking all sorts of guy stuff and somehow it came around to fake shit girls do. Clothes to shape the body, cookies in bra's, panties to hold the gut in. My contribution: chisel that shit off so I can see what you look like. All the men laughed, the consensus was "yeah who wants that crap on the sheets".

Deliciously ironic given that one of the girls was so fakely made up that she looked like a china doll. A chinese one, with near-slit eyes. A couple of times she put a delicate finger to her cheek to check that the shit wasn't sloughing off of its own accord. She was also doing the hair-twirl while looking at the guy who was sitting opposite her (not me) - definitely interested in him. His girlfriend was sitting beside him.

Part of the problem seems to be that a lot of women in "public places" are deathly afraid of being seen without any crap to shape their bodies or conceal their real faces. Yeah I wonder why - because it would then show the ugly that you actually are?

So, you see those pictures of girls looking good with "no makeup"? That's because in a girl's mind concealer is not a makeup. They've still got layers of crap on their skin, artfully designed to smooth out and conceal any form of imperfections. Still wearing that lie even when they say they aren't. Doublethink and lies to the self.

At any rate this reminded me of some twat from the NY Times who went and tried a microbiome treatment (from AOBiome). Her reported results:

* skin changed for the better
* hair turned darker
* complexion cleared (supposedly prone to hormone-related breakouts)
* pores seemed to shrink
* didn't smell bad at all (even after a pathetic female workout)

Even so, she still went back to a semi-normal (less-crap-products) showering regime. After 3 days her skin was back to her original mess, once more prone to skin breakouts supposedly from "hormones". The proven benefits to her skin weren't enough to entirely break the conditioning habits of mindless cosmetic consumption cleanliness built up over a lifetime.

I see it very often at the gym too. These twats show up to do their fake workouts, with their fake faces on. You can tell simply by the way that there is no way they are gonna put any real effort into things. No way! 'Cause that'd make their face slide off...

Got to make you grin really.

Cult vs PUA

Cults use a technique known as "love bombing" to entice members into the fold. In simple terms it is overwhelming people with affection. They effectively "drug" their targets with love, admiration, validation, affection, flattery, intense attention, responsiveness, and sexual and non-sexual touching. They feed the ego of even the mildest narcissistic by hanging onto their every word, creating a sense of instant rapport, connection and intimacy.

Everybody is of course at least mildly narcissistic in this day and age, constantly being trained and pandered to so that they make nice little machines for propaganda to work on. Remember also that to a narcissist, any attention is good attention. Whether it is from the Nice Guy who does things for her to the bad boy she craves for sex; whether it is being treated as a queen through to having a screaming row with her boyfriend of the moment to getting beaten to a pulp by the man she "just can't bring herself to leave".

The seductive techniques of the Cultist, the PUA, the Vamp, the Lothario, the Bad Boy. All a cynical use of another's emotions for their own gain. All startlingly similar. All of these abusers play to your ego needs. All of these narcissists suck the last drop of pain that they can from you, before the discarding and moving on to the next victim.

Love bomb. Love is a drug we crave, one that makes us feel wonderful. Like any other drug, it is addictive. It's the only drug pushed unceasingly by the mainstream media and society as a whole. "True Love", "The One", "Soul Mates", etc.

We swallow it whole, have withdrawal symptoms, etc because society has taught us unceasingly that we require/deserve it. Us men can do without it better because we are also taught to suck it up and deal with loneliness. Women not so much, thus the general wailing and gnashing of teeth.

Thoroughly poisonous and dangerous. Are you now forewarned enough?