Pink Tit Day Wandered Past Again

The usual stuff. Support teh wimminz at every opportunity.

Wear pink for a day.

Pink baking for morning tea.

Pink walk.

Not this Black Poison Soul. I wore a black suit and shirt.

Looked like the Godfather.

"Why aren't you wearing pink?"

"I'm rebellious."

The grumpy looks from the spoiled whores who think that men will lap up their runny shit at any time of year. Especially on pink day. Breast cancer, do as we demand, bow to us, aren't we speshul, wooooo.

Yeah, you're speshul. Got off the fuckin' short bus, you did. Especially if you think I'm gonna kowtow to your whims and desires.

Now piss off and let me get on with doing my work. There's a few million dollars riding on it today. Ain't got time for your runny shit.

Funny. Share a spa pool with a couple of chicks. Nosy likkle pwincesses. One of 'em is a cute Asian chick, works in IT like I do. Programmer type. Let the grilling begin:

"Are you married?"

"Naw, divorced."

"Have kids?"

"Naw."

"Think you'll ever have kids?"

"Not looking good. Haven't found anyone worthwhile in <town where I live>."

The smell of overworked brain is very strong - angling, angling, angling. Real question is do I feel like fuckin' you? Nah. You're young enough, seem desperate enough, I'd probably get you preggers first shot from an "accident". Piss on that.

Not nasty, though. Pleasant about it. Quiet deflection. Can't be arsed being actively unpleasant - save that sorta shit for the unpleasant themselves, then nuke the cunt from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

Brought to you by Grand Marnier and a plateful of chicken nibbles. Mmmmmm...

Delusional

I once harbored the delusional belief that I would meet "the right people" in bars.

The Manosphere is rife with the same belief, in their search for genuinely high quality women in bars.

It took me about 3 months to realize that something was very wrong with my belief. I kept checking it out though. In 6 months I was getting pretty sure that my idea of finding a woman there was crap. In 9 months the delusion was pretty-much gone, and finally - after about 12 months - it was entirely wiped away.

Then I was directed into the Manosphere.

There I found that everybody still holds that delusion. At least, in the PUA arena - in which young and good-looking = high quality.

Now, I thought I'd end up going down the PUA track. Hell, I even tried, and had some success with it.

But I just couldn't get past the insanity.

I couldn't delude myself any more.

I couldn't get past the smell of shit - the rotten attitude - no matter how young and good-looking the girl.

Do I bother too much now?

No.
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The girl I'm currently with is no stunner. In fact, I tend to avoid stunners like the plague. Can't get past the smell of shit. Absolutely will not tolerate it.

My way or the highway. You smell of shit, you don't even make it to the "my way" and go straight to the "highway".

Heading in to Christmas time. Uncharitable thoughts.

My current girl knows the my way/highway. She pushes, in minor ways, occasionally. She knows, one middling or major slip-up and she's done. Without remorse.

It's been getting on to a year. A very stressful one for me.

She's making the bid for something more.

I'm not getting married again.

"I love you." At least she didn't trot that out too soon.

I find myself not that enthused.

A Twisted Entitlement

Russia. Russia, Russia, Russia!!!

I've always been had a great deal of skepticism regarding the so-called high-quality of Russian women. I never really explained why in depth, and I won't. I'll just provide a few glimpses from my perspective here in New Zealand:

* a pair of young Czechoslovakian girls over on a "foreign exchange program" (you can guess what they were exchanging - as a twosome)
* a Russian slut in a bar who sent up a shitload of red flags that set aaaaall the alarm-bells ringing
* a friend whose second wife was a Russian slut who took him to the cleaners
* the above friend is currently on his third wife/second Russian slut, who is sucking the life outta him (and I don't mean via his dick - it didn't take her long to get started)

In timely fashion, Didact puts up a piece about a few facts that were missing from an article on RoK. (Okay it was almost a month ago. It's taken a while for me to get around to completing this post. What the hell.)

Many times I have mentioned a video about Western men looking for girls in the Ukraine (hello Roosh, you sure know what process you started there - the quicker sluttification of teh localz - be proud). The video is by Journeyman Pictures and is titled: The Desperate Western Men Hunting For Wives In Ukraine.

Here it is again, and it's now time to rip apart the obvious entitled mental processes of these entitled whores - welcome to Odessa:

The opening scene is in a bar. These are bar girls. To be more precise: many of these girls are the local sluts (women of "loose morals") looking for a husband who doesn't know what they're like. The economy is down the shitter, alcoholism is widespread, women outnumber men almost 5 to 4, and girls as young as 18 are signing up in their hundreds to "russian bride" websites in a desperate search for a husband aka slave.

Take me away from this place, this hellhole, rich western man. I will show off my sexy body to you, take lots of provocative poses, make you believe that you can have me, even actually give myself to you, only take me away from here.

One is a 27yo divorced mommy. Hmm. Interesting. She thinks that she can compete with her younger sisters, also desperate, while she has a rugrat in tow. She tells the story of the destruction of her marriage...she's already too old for the local men...oh dear. Poor little darling. Poor, poor, pitiful me...Lord have mercy can't you see...poor, poor, pitiful me...

Go ahead. Play that sympathy card to the camera for all it's worth.

One of the local men, talking about how hard it is to find a girlfriend. "They want everything, while at the same time, give nothing in return." My, my, where have we heard that before?

These internet sites also organize "romance tours". I will say it: sex tourism. Tell these lovely young things that you're looking for a wife, though of course you have to try the merchandise first...lo...she parts her legs for you. Who is desperate here? Check out the catalog, Russian-speaking tour reps will arrange dates for them. (Hold on tight, we're not 5 minutes into the video yet!)

I particularly like 65yo Arthur: "It's like purchasing a very nice, used Cadillac. It's nice, but it's used. I tell them I need to drive it before I make a decision about taking it home and putting it in my garage. If she was a virgin that'd be different, but I don't think they make them any more. So I need to test-drive 'em. And as I tell them, they need to test-drive me - I'm an old man and might not do the job for 'em."

What does this army of waiting women seek?

Woman: "I want to meet a handsome young man."

So long as he makes six figures - which he must, if he's spending $3,500 on a romance sex tour.

Woman: "I just want to use every opportunity I get to try and meet the right person."

Playin' the field.

Mother: "Men in Nikolaev like drinking too much. Beer flows like a river in Nikolaev. They like fighting and when they marry sometimes they hit their wives. That's why girls like foreigners because they are kind and attentive."

Daughter: "Well, I think that mum's right, but all the same...I don't know. I guess there are decent men in Nikolaev. But it is very difficult to find a boyfriend there because mum's right when she says there are more girls than men in Nikolaev. To be honest, I'm probably too young to really understand everything that's going on here."

Narrator: "Have you ever had a serious relationship?"

Daughter: "No."

Even so - I'll bet that she opened her legs to several men. Looking for a kind, gentle man...who she can be a parasite on.

Music too loud for conversation - go up and dance girls! Just look at that body...just look at that body...

And now, we get to the entitled bitch having a whine (at 25:10):

For me it was very unpleasant. Sitting down and a man walks past with a beer glass in his hands and examines all the girls. Standing opposite the table and examining each girl in turn. It's very unpleasant. It seems to me it's just bad manners. Or maybe it's because they see there are a lot of beautiful girls and that it's okay.

In actual fact it's not. It's not okay and it's very unpleasant. It seems to me that the majority came here not for a wife, but for sex tourism. It's obvious. Very poor city. They think we are all poor, so unhappy that we will agree to anything. But that's not the case.

I feel upset for our girls because, as I've already said, not the best men come. It's very upsetting when an intelligent, beautiful and independent girl cannot find a man here and has no alternative but to look for men at these kind of events.

Of course, there's a percentage that do find their man here, but it's a very small number.

How hard is it to dissect that lot? Seriously:

* she found it unpleasant = want some blue cheese to go with that whine?
* she figures it's for sex tourism = hello Captain Obvious!
* she figures the men are only there because it's a very poor city = yep, girls with real options don't even think about chasing foreign men
* not the best men come = likewise men with real options don't bother going there for a wife, just some nookie cookie
* intelligent, beautiful and independent girl = is there a reason why someone would want a foreign version of a western woman?
* there's a percentage that do find their men here = she's upset because she's not one of them

The twisted entitlement of the female mind - the same everywhere you go.

What more did you expect?

Social Deconstruction: Enabling Our Destruction

There are times when I have to admit that a technology has become very disruptive with regards to an otherwise-functioning society. The technology I'm thinking about in this situation: the internet.

The disruptive chain of the internet has two bases:

* enhanced communications
* relative anonymity

This causes the rise of various websites, some seemingly innocuous (at first) and some outright designed for various socially-disruptive shenanigans (I've stated before, to a woman on the prowl any website becomes a place to look for a man - thus the groupies in the Manosphere):

* facebook - validation and exhibitionism and surreptitious hookups
* twitter - validation and exhibitionism (haven't looked to see if hookups are possible)
* instagram - validation and exhibitionism and hookups (various sponsors)
* dating sites - validation and surreptitious hookups and "proper" dating
* video-sharing sites - validation and exhibitionism
* story-sharing sites - validation and exhibitionism (and sharing of fantasies)
* tinder - validation and exhibitionism and hookups
* sex and adultery sites - validation and exhibitionism and hookups

So the common threads of all these methods of communication is:

* pumping up a girl's ego to impossible boundaries
* enabling surreptitious bad behavior
* allowing deniability

Overall allowing her the opportunity to be a slut while at the same time concealing this slutty behavior from 99+% of people.

Is there a solution to this? I personally can't see one.

We can't destroy this system of enhanced communications. If it were possible, it's still what makes civilization go 'round. Even better, it's what has allowed us Men to get together - share experiences - and learn what we've learned about overwhelmingly-common female behaviors. It's far too valuable to us to destroy them out of what would effectively be pique.

We can't destroy this system of relative anonymity. It's a natural outgrowth of a desire for privacy. For those who don't want society (in the form of Government) poking their sticky fingers into every single thing they think and do, that privacy is vital (including for us Men). With the ability for good (protecting those in oppressive regimes, keeping your personal stuff private) we have to deal with the bad (criminal and socially-disruptive behavior).

Can you "ban" the above types of websites? No. You would simply force them underground, into the dark web, along with the more criminalized activities that places like Silk Road and it's replacements and derivatives cater to. You can't stop a tool being used for something it wasn't originally intended, like a hammer being used to commit murder. So we're forced to tolerate these places sprouting up like toadstools.

In a way it's a mixed blessing. With it being so overtly available (just look at the website for Ashley Madison) while retaining plausible deniability for the girls who use these services, we can at least see that the services are available and are obviously being used. From that we can base our interactions with women accordingly, stating with a fair amount of confidence: YAWALT.

So looking at these websites, these services, they actually enable these lunatic women to continue their childish, self-absorbed garbage "lifestyle". Every time that we are using these things, we have to face the fact that we are encouraging this insanity that we despise. We have to face the fact that any potential NAWALT is going to be destroyed because she is forced to climb upon the bandwagon to have a chance of getting what she wants (going downhill from that point).

Eventually I had to stop using them. Twitter [I meant Tinder. - BPS], PoF, Match, whatever. Partly because the women were such overwhelming garbage, partly because I was simply contributing to the problem. (Yes, yes, go ahead and say that I'm a loser and that I've not run across a quality woman - what many people consider quality is based only upon sexy looks and wantonness with the narcissistic suck of a Black Hole (check out #2 and #4 on the urban dictionary for the slang).)

My stopping - Men in droves stopping - using these services will not stop the girls from using them. They simply become more desperate, doubling down on the use of such places. The men who continue to use these places will continue to perpetrate the overall problem. They just want their dick in something, anything, and don't give a damn about the bigger picture.

This overall dynamic of destruction is not going away any time soon.

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Female Best Intentions

It has struck me over the past few months that many women don't always come across as conniving, selfish, greedy, grasping, two-faced bitches. Until something goes wrong with a relationship - then it seems to come out with a vengeance.

So the thought has slowly come to me: many don't really go into a situation with malice aforethought, etc. That's all the sub-rosa brew bubbling underneath. It seems that they might actually come into a situation with the best intentions possible. Only once it blows up does the malice come out.

The level of cognitive dissonance - of willful ignorance - for a woman to pull this off almost gives me a migraine to try and comprehend.

I am struck by the preface to "The 48 Laws of Power" by Robert Greene:

Finally, those who claim to be nonplayers may affect an air of naivete, to protect them from the accusation that they are after power. Beware again, however, for the appearance of naivete can be an effective means of deceit (see Law 21, Seem Dumber Than Your Mark). And even genuine naivete is not free of the snares of power. Children may be naive in many ways, but they often act from an elemental need to gain control over those around them. Children suffer greatly from feeling powerless in the adult world, and they use any means available to get their way. Genuinely innocent people may still be playing for power, and are often horribly effective at the game, since they are not hindered by reflection. [Emphasis mine.] Once again, those who make a show or display of innocence are the least innocent of all.

Children - women - the "most adult teenager in the house" - not hindered by reflection.

A surface (you could even say inner) naivete, unhindered by reflection - and therefore unhindered by morals as well. If you're not reflecting on your actions, then your morals don't come into play, nor does your conscience bother you in the slightest.

So she can go into a situation with honest best intentions and come out with her desired cash and prizes and ongoing slave-man. Never mind the morals - they don't come into it. Never mind the reflection - that never happens. Never mind the conscience - without reflection upon morals, they are never engaged.

And it ends up all projected upon the man as "being his fault". She's not the one in the wrong. Because she doesn't reflect upon these things.

I wonder if there are natural "players" who are the same? Naive - go into a relationship with the best intentions - when the relation blows up - ends it ruthlessly ("it's her own fault"). Look for the next woman. No reflection, no morals, no conscience bothering them. No subtle warnings for the woman to pick up on.

As Robert Greene states: horribly effective at the game.

Socially Acceptable Excuses

Online dating is basically boring unless you happen to be in the middle of a fairly major city - like Auckland or Wellington. That said, you can still usually find a couple people out there who might be worth the effort. So every six months to a year I turn on the Plenty of Fatties profile, chuck in a couple of latest happenings, spruce it up with a couple fresh photos, and go looking for girls of interest.

If I'm lucky I'll find fifteen-twenty. (Strangely enough, blurb to the effect of "if you're fat, alcoholic, into drugs, going to a psychiatrist, or a drama-queen - I have no interest in getting to know the fabulous inner you" keeps the more overt weirdos away.)

In general I'll get three responses to my simple message.

Usually I'll get one date. It might progress to a fuck, a few weeks of fun, then she reveals herself to be batshit crazy -

- and it ends.

Now, while I'm basically on a hiatus regarding women, I decided that you might be amused by some of the shit that you can collect over the years.

Me: Let's go to X at 5pm on Y for a drink.

Her: Sounds good see you then.

...half an hour passes...

Her: Hi I can't make it because my daughter in Uni is sick and gonna be coming home for a bit and yadda yadda (aka I changed my mind and am too chickenshit to say so here's my pathetically-lame yet socially-acceptable excuse)

Me (hours later): No problem, hope your daughter gets well (aka I'm on to your bullshit and here's the socially-acceptable polite response now fuck off you dumb cunt)

And you just saved yourself twenty bucks and an hour's time by not showing up. This is assuming that she bothers to give you the heads-up at all - though quite a few are actually polite that way. I think it comes from preselecting certain types of girl.

There are plenty of others:

• Mixed-up messages, which you call out by saying "your message is incoherent - not very feminine" and all of a sudden she can write exceptionally fluently

• Messaging and she suddenly goes radio-silence on you

• Sometimes she comes back after a few weeks radio-silence with a message of "I had some personal issues which I didn't want to bother you with, they're sorted so let's meet" and you know the only issue she had was her fling/one-night-stand dumped her shitty ass

Always look at women's words through Crap-Colored Glasses™ to see the meaning in them. It's very enlightening and saves you tons of heartache and stupidity. It's also fucking amusing at times.