Its A Trap!

You thought I was going to yack about Valenshits Day, didn't you?

Hahaha, nope! (Though that is a trap.)

Feminism.

Feminism is an extended infantile tantrum.

Bothering to respond with more than an amused laugh at these retards is falling into the trap. Akin to accepting the bait. Giving them the attention that these retarded children crave.

Academia sure as shit fell into that trap. Bizniz and Das Guberment also.

Of course, Das Guberment makes $$$ off catering to retards, so there's no real surprise there.

Positive or negative attention. Like good and bad advertising - it's still advertising. Spanking a crying child, good or bad attention, it's still attention. Better than nothing.

Feminism and feminists were nothings who were getting nothing. By whining, crying, and screaming - they get something. Some attention is better than none.

Yes, it's good to deconstruct it for the new kids on the block. Poor bastards, we all need it explaining to us to start with. We need that antidote to the brainwashing and lies, the shit-sandwich we were all fed as young'n's.

Getting all riled up over it is giving them more of the attention that they crave-crave-crave.

Why do you think that celebrities come out with stupidly uninformed opinions? Good or bad, it gives them the attention (narcissistic supply) that they crave.

Without that narcissistic supply they are a pathetic nothing.

This is why Jessica Valenti spouts off her horseshit, then goes around wearing a t-shirt that says: "I love male tears" aka I suck cock and swallow. It gives her a lot more of the attention/narcissistic supply that she craves. Without that attention, she wouldn't have anywhere near as much cock to suck and semen to swallow.

Without that acting out, that outspokenness, that spouting of uninformed and stupid drivel - these retards would be faced with their own worthlessness.

Thus: An extended infantile tantrum.

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A related anecdote, from about 4 years ago, illustrating the above.

Back when, a fairly skinny vegan chick wanted to go out with me. (Vegans - they seem to be either very chubby or skinny as fuck. It's weird.)

Any rate, I said to her: "I eat meat. You have a problem with that, fuck off." (Because who the fuck wants to be earbashed by some dipshit fanatic. We get enough crap at work, take more shit from the girl we're fucking? Hell no!)

She got all broken up about that and we didn't end up going out/fucking. No problem, thank goodness, one less retard in my life. She finds herself another man in short order.

A few months later she turns up one night with the group - back when I used to go out on the town on the regular - she's got a puffy eye and lip. All the girls are billing and cooing over her, etc etc ad-fucking-nauseum. "That eeeeevil bastard man!" Apparently he's been tooling her up a bit from day dot.

Personal opinion: probably every time she opened her mouth.

I looked at the lot of them and said: "She had problems with me eating meat, yet no problems with getting her teeth punched out on the regular by him? Stupid bitch."

I collected a bunch of hate over that one HAH!

Narcissistic supply. Good or bad, it's better than nothing.

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When She Posts A Picture

Someone over on /r/MGTOW (I lost the link) states that there's a vast difference between men taking a picture to show off an object, and a wimminz doing the same:

This is actually wrong.

It's just like those Instagram whores. The picture is all about *her*. Narcissism at it's finest.

For a man, the object is the object of the photograph.

For teh wimminz, teh wimminz is the object of the photograph, and the object is just an excuse to post teh pikchur of teh wimminz. So the "object" should not be labelled as the subject of the photograph - teh wimminz should be labeled as "object", as the subject of the photograph.

Which she is. Just another object. Especially to herself. (Helloooo! Over heeeere! I haz titties! I haz a vagina! etc)

We need to keep this straight in our heads. Teh wimminz (the subject of selfish narcissism) is the real object being displayed here, anything else is just a subframe or subset of that.

Some prior examples from this blog:

Duckface narcissism with a near-corpse in the background.

Landwhale narcissism.

Golddigger narcissism.

Crazy cat-bitch narcissism (poor fuckin' cats, they got the 1,000-yard stare right there).

Kissy duckface narcissism (the one on the left looks haggish, the one on the right looks like a lamprey).

Blubber-bounce narcissism (how that 16 tons can move like that I dunno - crane with the cables photoshopped out?).

Teh sexeh yoga-body lookit-mah-cunt fuck-me narcissism (from PostSecret).

It all adds up to this:

And that's all she wrote.

Not here to bitch about it, we just need to understand it properly (and never forget it). It's all about her and how she feelz.

Usually, it's all banal and childish stuff too. As in, it all adds up to a childish wail for attention:

Which makes it all a massive red-flag that we can be glad of seeing. The ones not showing all this dogshit...those are the ones to watch out for. Those are the fuckers trying to pass themselves off as a NAWALT.

Geeze, a long time since I've used so many pictures. Who'd'a thunk that I had so many perfect examples on here.

Not Just Hairdressers

On my last post, two commentors make a couple of observations. My reply started turning into a post...so here it is.

From Shaun F:

I've been warned about hairdressers. Most guys will inevitably end up with the same type woman - unless they see the error of their ways.

Heed those warnings about hairdressers.

You are correct regarding seeing the error of their ways. Unfortunately my friend has not, so he's now wifing up an extremely useless form of parasite. Worse than his original, by far. Pushing 50, he should fucking-well know better. Can't tell him that though, he's not ready to "unplug" as it were.

Damn. Now I get to see another good man go through a second trainwreck in his life. It's gonna suck.

From I Am Noticing:

Hairdressers are a nightmare. I don't know why. Is it because they are a kind of crazy artist? They've all been liars too... but that's true for every woman.

What is it with hairdressers?

Ah yes, all women are liars. In fact most of society is built upon lies and fakery, with the blood-sweat-and-diesel carefully locked away in the cellar. Don't think too closely about *that*. For if you do...you too might become one of The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas, aka Red Pill/MGTOW, and set yourself up to Enjoy the Decline.

Rather than keeping cupcake in the emotional and physical state to which she feelz entitled.

On the Crazy "as fucking fruit-loops" Scale, hairdressers rate #1 in my book. In fact, they're off the charts - this isn't dialed up to eleven (thank you Spinal Tap), this is to the power of eleven.

On the Crazy Scale, #2 is nurses and female psychologists/counselors.

On the Crazy Scale, #3 is horse chicks.

So how do hairdressers - in fact, not just hairdressers, every female in the beauty industry - manage to achieve #1 by an order of magnitude? As in, in fucking orbit, outta fucking sight, no comparison whatsoever, crazy?

Think about society. Society is gynocentric to a T, despite the claims of the fembots about it being controlled by patriarchal women-hating misogynist men.

These girls are the biggest pushers (as in drug-dealers) in the world, bar none.

The drug is a combination of beauty and narcissistic supply. It's a good one! Socially approved, used daily, cheap to make, expensive to buy - every woman *needs* this drug to function in society on a daily basis. Running out - or having it failing - causes "tragic" mental/emotional consequences.

The poor, poor darling!

Never mind that continued use of this drug on a daily basis generally destroys her skin, her hair, and along with those her long-term looks. Never mind that, at all. Short term is all that matters to the user of the drug.

(An aside, think about MakeApp. It destroys that makeup-fakeup drug. This is why it draws such vitriolic hatred from damn near every female.)

How does this make a hairdresser or beautician type a #1 on the Crazy Scale?

The beauty industry is a lie. The fashion industry is a lie. Ditto for movies, advertising, modelling, etc. All lies designed to sell the consumer (women and men both) a product. A product known as sex, with beauty being the overt surface. In the process, fattening the wallet of the producer of the product.

A hairdresser/beautician knows (very intimately!) the value of the drug/product that they are pushing. Beauty and sex. They live by it in the form of $$$$ gained, and use it in the form of products as personal advertising. In fact, they have to live it intimately: I have never seen a fat, slovenly, ugly hairdresser or beautician. They'd starve. They have to know starkly the value of the beauty that they push and so they personally use their drug religiously.

This is why they are always done up to the nines.

The drug includes such things as: manicures, pedicures, facials, body peels, soaking in mud, soaking in honey, aromatherapy, relaxation, massage, various forms of pampering, etc. Oil of olay, goop that includes stem cells from the foreskins of male babies, something that includes "pearls of beauty" (whatever the fuck that is supposed to be - is that like homeopathy, one part per billion? one molecule per highly-priced jar?).

Scents: CK One, Fire and Ice, Chanel, Cartier, Dior, Diamond, etc - made from ambergris, shit out from (and possibly barfed up by) sick whales. (Value: about US$10k per pound, though you're more likely to find small lumps of an ounce or two on the beach.)

Makeup is a goodie: base (moisturizer - specially for the crows-feet), foundation (two shades blended together), concealer (both for spots and the bags under the eyes), highlight/contour/blush, lids (brows and liner and finishing with eyeshadow), lashes (curling and mascara - often with liner to the inner rim of the eyes - which makes my eyes water imagining it), powder (possibly including another powder blush and contour layer), lips (lipstick then lip liner then lipstick again - maybe gloss as well for the final touch).

Quite a lot of that shit has SPF30+ sunscreen in it. Can't have those nasty UV rayz screwing up your skin, babe.

The hair adds emphasis to the face. Loose framing, a touch of coy hiding, pulled up for the young'n'naive girl look, long for the full sexual/sensual effect, the wet look, the slightly frizzy "it just dried naturally" look, the hairsprayed-solid "full metal helmet" look, etc.

The various "natural" dyes and colors. Going blonde. The fucked-up-shit unnatural colors that certain types of wimminz luv luv luv to put on (displaying their insanity). Other stuff used: texturizer, styling mousse, curl enhancers/definers, styling wax, styling gel, pomade, heat protection sprays, hairspray, serum, and shine spray. Add to that fifteen different forms of heat-based hairdryer, curler, straightener, etc etc ad-fucking-nauseum.

You can tell that I was fuckin' married, can't you. Even so, I added several homo-suspicion points with that lot.

Here's some extra fun: when you go to a more upmarket hotel, check out the bathroom. A couple of sachets of makeup remover and a black facecloth embroidered with the word "makeup" - because taking all that shit off permanently stains the linens, so you might as well use a brown or black facecloth so that it doesn't show.

A girl gets real practiced at doing this daily, it can take her about 15-20 minutes. Longer of course if she's making a shitload of effort to do something special (or deliberately fucking you around and making you wait). Sometimes though, she just wants a professional makeover. Cue the beautician and hairdresser (though often, the hairdresser is more of a weekly to monthly thing anyway for the girls who want a gossip-session combined with being too damn lazy to make that effort themselves).

Now, for beauticians and hairdressers to push a drug that hard - one which screws up their own skin and hair as well as everyone else's - requires an exceptional level of hamsterbation and female doublethink. A level which really fucks with your mind.

As I Am Noticing asked: "Is it because they are a kind of crazy artist?" Yes. The craziest of artists, having to make "so-so" and "meh" look stunning, pushing the biggest drug in the world.

Being such heavy users of it themselves, their narcissistic index is way off the charts too. Again, sky-high and in orbit.

I have literally had a hairdresser say to me: "I only hang out with the cool crowd". Self-centered, self-entitled, narcissism to the max. Of course, I'm not in that crowd, being a pleasantly-ugly man at best. (Which is weird, because I've known in passing quite a few from that crowd - probably they thought of me as an orbiter type, useful for $$$$, and surprised when they got nothing from me beyond a "hello".)

Recently, I've had a beautician chick trying to spark me (last couple of months) Christ knows why, I'm built like a brick shithouse, not a pretty-boy. She's Taiwanese, textbook skinny instagram whore with the "amazing" lifestyle, looks 20, is actually 35, and has acknowledged in the past that she makes poor decisions in life. (Heavy smoker and drinker in her youth, broke up with "abusive" hubby - aren't they all! - been on the party-circuit again and drinking heavily, now stopping and doing her best to remain sober.)

I shut her down by describing my last couple of weeks of hiking/tramping holiday: "not showering for 4 days, jumping into the ocean for a swim/bath - if you came along with me you'd be smelly, have no makeup, hair a mess, a terrible situation for a girl". She's now back to her usual social media posts of "why are people so prejudiced against beautiful people?" type of thing.

Hilarious. It's the narcissism garbage. Which is why the desperate mooing and bleating about being beautiful - lookin' for that White Knight. AKA she's a spoiled worthless narcissistic whore with a bigger N-count than I've had hot dinners in the past year. This is not helped by men in her FaceCrap posting (literal) comments like "so beautiful" and similar pandering horseshit. (Guys, stop pulling your limp dick out to show it to her - grow a fuckin' spine along with some sense.)

The most amusing thing in my book, though - I've seen hairdressers and beauticians really hit the wall hard. For them, it's like that wall is stainless steel and they faceplant cold into it. You can tell when they start having to use so much makeup that it's visible in dimly-lit nightclubs and bars. You can tell when you can smell the product in their hair from feet away.

Which is hilarious in a twisted way - the shit on their face fucks their skin up so bad, the shit in their hair wrecks it so bad, they need more'n'more of it. (Deliberate, on the part of makeup and hair companies? I'm personally bloody certain of it.)

Just like a drug.

Gentlemen, drink 'em if you got 'em. I'm going to have a small glass of Grand Marnier to wash down the delicious taste of schadenfreude.

Social Deconstruction: Graffiti Is The New Normal

A while back a friend of mine (reasonably recently divorced) pointed out a good looking girl to me. I looked at her. Arm tats to the max - instant drop in value IMO. I told him straight out that seeing that, my instant thought was: "Another heavy smoking, heavy drinking, tattooed slut-whore."

They're everywhere.

So some of the men over at /r/MGTOW recently had a little comment about tattooed girls and guys. Things to the effect of (in Japan) someone with tattoos can't get into a public bath or pool (or hot springs?) because their tattoos immediately identify them as being criminal/thug class (Yakuza). Access is denied.

About the only good thing the Japanese have going for them at the moment, given their decline. It won't last much longer. Inertia is (slowly) kicking in - for some Japanese women, a small (tasteful) tattoo is permitted on the ankle (prime slut-tell).

One of the other comments was beautiful, along the lines of thinking that tattoos are body-graffiti. You tag alley walls, fences, the sides of train wagons. You don't tag anything of value. When you tag your body, you show it (and you) is of little value.

In your own opinion, which the world will happily agree with.

Abso-fuckin'-lutely.

There's a campervan hire bunch, Wicked Campers, been pissing off "the straights" for the last couple of years. The reason: most of the vans are graffiti'd with various messages.

Most of the messages are just inane. "Smoking is cool." Huh. Basically non-PC, rebellious stuff like that. Sometimes it's way more off-the-wall: Snow White giving one of the Dwarf's a blow-job.

The NZ Government censor (whatever his name is) was up on the morning news recently, dribbling about it while I was eating breakfast. Apparently they're going to start censoring these vans. Amusingly, as I left the hotel, I ran across one of the vans. Basically it didn't look like a car, it looked like a mobile chunk of shit-awful graffiti.

Twenty years ago, the car would probably have been covered up with something - paint, though tar and feathers would be a good choice. Fifty years ago it would have gotten the owner straight into jail.

Inertia. This is becoming the new normal.

Graffiti the world. Graffiti your body. Graffiti your possessions.

Show, aggressively, to the world that the stuff you buy is shit - you know it - and that you glorify in it. You delight in your excess consumption, your wastefulness, of buying utter crap that you don't need. You delight in your hedonistic exhibition of personal trashiness, your personal revulsion of your own body, your personal destruction of your own psyche, your personal rubbing of your literal shit onto all the walls and bodies of the world and the people around you.

Violate everything in a deeply personal way.

Give it a few years. Yeah. This is normal.

For me, it is time to be selfish again. It seems to be involuntary at the moment - a mixture of not much to say, generally being completely fed up with the world and everything, and just wanting to be alone for a while.

I need to read something a little different from work-related shit. In private. No distractions at all.

Amusing, all the fucktards - especially women - who give you stupid looks. "You want to be alone? Butbutbut ... why?"

Because I'm a wolf, not a fucking sheep. Because I'm a loner, not a fucking herd-animal. Because I find - or make - a warm place to sleep, not huddle in a shifting mass where those at the outside periphery get cold while everyone constantly struggles to stay in the middle where it's nice and warm and comfy.

The price of being a sheep is boredom - which is why the herd-brained, r-selected, bottom-feeders of Planet Zero follow an endless, desperate, hedonistic search for someone else to masturbate their body against for a bit. Before splitting apart again, bouncing around aimlessly in their own version of brownian motion, before adhering once more to another body to masturbate against for a little bit more.

Rinse and repeat. Endlessly, endlessly.

On the surface: lust. Underneath: pain. Society resounds with a mindless, flatulent, dreary drone of hopeless despair. (Thank you Michael Shea, for your book: Nifft the Lean. For anyone interested, the image is from a short-story entitled: The Fishing of the Demon-Sea.)

Why?

Because I cannot stand the thought of catering to someone else all the time.

Because I want to die alone without being bothered by anyone, in the interim and in the end.

I will probably be back reasonably soon. It's weird: resolve to take some time off, because you're running out of ideas and what you're writing feels flat and stale and empty - and bang, the juice starts flowing again.

For the moment: it is time for some freedom, my own way.

I hope you make the time to find the same.

Wake The Fuck Up

I ran across this again, remember it from long ago.

Like the old Psycho Ex Girlfriend audios that are still going out around there (google them - always great for a refresher).

Guy was on holiday in Europe, and his fucking girlfriend is so crazy and narcissistic that she doesn't remember even though he told her before he left...

Now, what can we learn from this?

For starters, do like he did and READ ALL THE EMAILS.

But the two things he says he learned are this:

1. Careful when you date passionate people, because passion swings both ways. Sometimes they'll love you, but other times they'll hate you. And when they hate you...boy do they hate you.
2. When you go to Europe for 2 weeks, leave your fucking phone on.

Those are such utter bullshit. The reality is that he didn't learn any real fucking lesson from that.

What he should have learned is:

1. All women are fucking psycho
2. Looking back, he missed the obvious prior warnings

Unmoved

Over on Dalrock's place, he has a post up about a woman who lost her best friend:

On Saturday new commenter Constance left a heartbreaking comment on a post I wrote back in 2010:

My ex husband and I had a mutual divorce 5 years ago and I’m still not over it. It hurts every single day. There was no cheating, just a long period of separation and drifting apart. I suffer from depression, so that also contributed. Now, he has moved on, but I can’t and don’t know if I ever will. I still love and miss him. Always will. I deeply regret the divorce and I feel like I had amnesia and trying to find my life back. But, the wall is thick and tall. Feels like a living nightmare that is inescapable. I dream of trying to find him, but he can’t be reached. I can’t find any peace in my life. Drowning with sorrow and anger. Angry at my depression. Angry at the demise of a marriage to the only man I will ever love.

The eternal paean whine of the predator who mindlessly let the best thing she ever had...go. Dalrock continues his post:

Constance, the former blogger referenced above, and millions of other divorced women with similar heartbreaking stories show the absolute cruelty of those who either directly sell divorce or sell the benefit of threats of divorce to unhappy wives.

I will admit, this makes my head ache.

Why?

She did it to herself.

Now she whines about it.

Now she gains sympathy from the readers of her story.

Now Dalrock puts up a post about her. Her, specifically.

"Heartbreaking." Twice. "Heartbreaking."

She is validated. She has attention. She has been gifted with sympathy - hallelujah! - her existence now has meaning! For a brief and sparkling moment the shooting star flares...

...before the ash-grey depression sets in again. (Supposedly 1 in 4 American women take antidepressants. That's just the ones who are diagnosed and who can afford them. Perhaps this one was missed?)

Why, Dalrock? I'm not trying to give you shit about it. I simply wonder: why give her your attention?

Why give her your sympathy?

I know you've been writing about those who prey upon the unthinkingly and dully bored women who apathetically destroy their marriages at the prodding of the greedy. In my view those greedy pieces of shit should be put in the stocks and rotten eggs thrown at them. Hung, drawn and quartered. Beheaded.

They are parasites upon the parasites, encouraging worse and worse behavior for their own profit. Never mind the destruction of society that their siren lure of Feminism's hope - "you can have it all!" - brings to this world.

Yet. Still. I am forcefully reminded of Florence Nightingale (from the Wikipedia entry):

In one sense, I do believe I am "like a man," as Parthe [the writer's sister] says. But how? In having sympathy. … Women crave for being loved, not for loving. They scream out at you for sympathy all day long, they are incapable of giving any in return, for they cannot remember your affairs long enough to do so. [Emphasis mine. - BPS] … They cannot state a fact accurately to another, nor can that other attend to it accurately enough for it to become information. Now is not all this the result of want of sympathy?

Letter to Madame Mohl (13 December 1861)

This is no world for men. In women's minds, all men are disposable.

We exist only to give her what she wants in the moment.

"Listen to me. Give me your sympathy. Poor, poor, pitiful me..."

At the best, they are pleasant diversions - at the worst, very unpleasant distractions. Because the world doesn't run on her feeeelings: it runs on blood, sweat and diesel.

Mine. Yours. Other men's. This is where the Crap Colored Glasses™ came from. Hear the yap-yap-yap long enough...hear variation upon variation of the same old greedy and unthinking story...until finally you snap...

"ENOUGH, WOMAN!!!"

You know the lies, the manipulations, the spin, the self-seeking, the narcissism, the inane, the insane. We all do, in this wretched wasteland of the interwebs.

We're not soulless. We're not heartless.

We've simply heard it before. Endlessly, endlessly...

Cut, razored, flayed, over and over and over.

We become a mass of keloid tissue. Stripe on slice over cut, crosshatched with scars, calluses that you couldn't hammer a nail through.

Until we are unmoved.

Heartbreaking? The only thing that is heartbreaking about this situation is that we Men were foolish enough to gift these women with a rope by which to hang themselves until dead.

Their death is ours.

And we cannot take that rope back.

You Poor Bastards

From Goodbye America:

Narcissistic duckface selfie. With your dying grandmother - or her corpse. And 147 people ghouls like it.

Fuck's sake.

Everything Wrong With Society In A Song

For women - lack of control/entitlement/immaturity:

For men - White Knight/self-sacrifice/whining:

There is a distinct lack of discipline and responsibility and willpower in the modern world. Also the reliance upon and teaching of commonsense went way out the window a long time ago.

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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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Worthless Grandparents

In my post on the Fuck'n'Chuck Generation, I stated about our Grandparents:

• being useless pieces of selfish shit who raised both the father and mother above (the general uselessness and sins of the grandparents being passed down to their grandchildren - with more generations to go)

It's actually a systemic problem which has occurred over several generations, each succeeding generation seemingly getting worse. It appears to have really hit hard at the time of the Baby Boomers (aka the Me Generation, the self-indulgent nongs who embraced flower-power and free love and hippiedom). Here are the Generations roughly defined (source):

• The Greatest Generation - these are the generations that experienced World War II. They are further split into: the G.I. Generation (born 1901-1924) and the Silent Generation (born 1925-1945). The G.I. Generation either fought in WWII or kept the home fires burning, the Silent Generation were the children who grew up during the war.

• The Baby Boomers - this is the generation that was born after WWII (born 1946-1964). They experienced space exploration and the first "counterculture".

• Generation X - these are the generations that experienced the Vietnam War and Cold War. They are further split into: the Baby Busters (born 1965-1980) and the MTV/Boomerang Generation (born 1975-1985).

• Generation Y - this generation experienced the rise of the information age, the internet, the War on Drugs, Iraq, and rising gas and food prices (born 1978-1995).

• Generation Z - this generation experienced the rise of the information age, the internet, various bubbles, and digital globalization (born 1995-2007).

The Grandparents who were worthless basically were the Baby Boomers. In some instances (mine) my Grandparents, members of the Greatest Generation, were not that flash either: my Grandparents ended up divorced too. My mother, a member of the Baby Boomers, was one selfish piece of shit who lucked out on her third try:

1. a single mommy (child given up for adoption)
2. married and divorced a criminal (after two children)
3. finally married a small-time businessman (with his brood of 4 children from a piece-of-shit woman)

On top of that she's still a selfish, whining piece of shit who hates how her life has gone. Instead of being grateful for that third try, which got her out of the shit single-/divorced-mommy trap she was in, she whines about hubby a lot. People who cannot see how fucking good they have it are fucking pathetic.

I was going to expand more upon how worthless these various Grandparents of the generations really were. Then I ran across this recent post from Amerika.org which states it far better than I can:

Kill the Boomers

In his post he explains exactly how selfish the Baby Boomers really are, the techniques of leftism that they used to hijack society, and how they slammed the social door upon their own children and every generation to come.

Some highlights:

It is significant that they emerged from the victorious powers of the Second World War. Generally when a child grows up with no consequences for his action and yet a sense of great entitlement, we call him a brat. The term “brats” is not often enough applied to the prolonged tantrum [My emphasis. - BPS] that was the 1960s, in which the children of the war revenged themselves on their parents by taking the philosophies those parents claimed to uphold and throwing them back at them.
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The entire Baby Boomer mentality is one of finding exceptions and, using those to claim the invalidity of the philosophy that opposes whatever the Boomers desire, creating a justification that allows them to seize power. If you do not support freedom for everyone (it helps to slowly enunciate each syllable in this word to emphasize its importance) then you are bad, and the new generation should take over.

Now this is where my Generation takes a beating around the head'n'shoulders:

Generation X grew up thinking that the best thing they could do was to recapitulate the hippie era by acting out the ritual: drugs, sex, rebellion and then - just as the hippies did - cutting the hair, getting jobs and retreating to the suburbs from the broken-down society the hippie ideals had created.

This also strikes deeply - many have stated that Feminism is an extended infantile tantrum (see above also):

In addition to wanting complete personal liberation, which was a fit of pique [My emphasis. - BPS] at their parents, the Me generation formulated one other agenda. They wanted to close the door to all who followed. Like most radical individualists, they engaged in a combination of narcissism and solipsism which actively denied the world outside themselves except as it could be used for the benefit of themselves. Society existed to be the canvas upon which they painted their bright and beautiful existence. 

Selfish much? Familiar much? It gets way better:

As parents, the Me generation provided a paint-by-numbers example of how to utterly fail. Most divorced, and left their kids wondering if their own conception had not been a mistake; those who did not manipulated their children relentlessly, setting them up to fail and then using that failure as a justification to re-program their lives toward Baby Boomer objectives, which as always are to use ideology as a shield for the personal quest for power. They were narcissistic parents who hid their child abuse behind so many labyrinthine passages of logic that Generation X grew up baffled, belittled and most of all accustomed to instability. If Generation X has a symbol, it is the child’s bedroom with a door that locks; after the terror of the Boomers, they wanted nothing more than to retreat and have a space of their own to be inconsequential, mainly because their damaged brains and psyches needed time to figure themselves out.

So there we were, Generation X, repeating in a shell-shocked unthinking manner the narcissistic patterns of our fucked-up parents. With these two examples, no wonder Gen-Y and Gen-Z are so fucked up. We all followed the patterns we were shown, like good little robots, and passed them on:

Baby Boomers created hell in their wake. Narcissistic individuals tend to shut the door this way because to them, everyone but the self, and those who provide that canvas to make the self seem to be an angel of enlightenment, is an ideological enemy. To the Boomers, their children were the enemy. What if those children found enlightenment the Boomers did not? What if they did not agree with the 1968 agenda? Those were the worst children of all, and the best way to punish them was to create a trap, much as Baby Boomers were accustomed to setting up their children to fail and then seizing power when the children failed, much as the Boomers seized power when the Establishment had no answer to its new calls for peace, equality and freedom. All of these were justifications; the real goal was revenge, in destroying the world of their parents and those who followed after them. In short, to obliterate, erase, eradicate, pollute, corrupt, sabotage and vitiate everything but the Self. Baby Boomers saw themselves alone and for this reason they ran to ideas which “seemed” to be the opposite, such as egalitarianism, and used them as weapons.

In fact it looks like there were five generations (so far) involved in the bloody mess, counting my Grandparents (most other people's great- and sometimes great-great-grandparents). Read the entire thing and have a think about it. Read the comments too, they're very interesting.

Myself, I think it's time for the gym. At least I can work on improving myself, even if I don't think that there's any way to fix this fucked-over broken system that we've all had the misfortune to be brought into.

Hypergamy is a Label

In my last post I tried to put across the idea that what we think of the world isn't necessarily the actual world. It's just a mental map of how we think the world works - and of course the real world is quite happy to smack us upside the head and leave us panicking because we can't figure out why the fuck it decided to do that.

The reason that we're panicking is because we've taken the mental map and said "this is reality - end of story". Now our mental map is broken and we don't have a working map or the mental flexibility to roll with things. We've been too fixated on the damn mental map for too long.

So lets have a look at a common mental map we have in the manosphere: hypergamy.

Characteristics of hypergamy might include: sex with random men, cheating, leaving a man for a perceived higher-status man, deliberately getting pregnant by a man, narcissism/selfishness, divorce/frivorce, lying, BPD/NPD behavior, etc ad infinitum.

Now, we could say that this is an evolved behavior for an enhanced chance of better genes being spread. It might even be somewhat true. Yet I could also argue that such evolved behavior should have been nearly wiped-out evolutionary-wise by the force of 10-15,000 years that we know humanity spent living semi-civilized in villages and towns and cities and the like.

For example, in the days of 5,000 years ago: if you caught someone screwing your wife you probably killed the pair of them. It's unlikely it was a one-off thing, she was probably cheating on you regularly. May as well finish it for good. Hell, maybe even the kids too: chances are they ain't yours. You probably didn't sit around pulling your limp dick while five guys with big penises jackhammered your wife in rapid succession (cuckold porn).

In the more modern old days these behaviors were frowned upon: they often resulted in the ending of the female family line. Social pressure was a tremendously powerful force. If a girl made a mistake and was extremely lucky, her family might rally-round to keep it secret, raise any bastard children, etc. She had to toe the fuckin' line. Otherwise she'd likely be thrown out of the family, disowned, and end up prostituting herself to live day-to-day. Chances were high that she died.

Let's look at it from a different angle. Let's say that these characteristics attributed to hypergamy are simply learned bad behavior - or a lack of learned good behavior. Let's say that these characteristics are becoming more commonly-noted because society has gotten a lot easier on women simply because they're women (aka we give them the pussy pass).

Take a dog. It develops bad habits. Do you leave it with those bad habits? Shit no! You train it. Positive and negative reinforcement, depending upon what's appropriate. Eventually you end up with a well-trained and well-behaved dog.

In the old days they had ways of controlling (training) their women. Punishments. Social ostracism which was a force that actually meant something. They were married young before they started messing around, then it became the new husband's job to train and deal with her appropriately. Even boot her out if she was far too obstroperous, the children (if any) going to him because he had the income and could afford to raise them.

Any woman who was 16+ years old was considered a spinster - undesirable, probably too set in her ways, and highly likely incapable of being trained to appropriate behavior. After all, if she had developed appropriate behavior, she wouldn't still be single. She'd have been snapped up by a man pleased to have her.

In the old days in Japan, bukkake was a degrading punishment for a woman. These days in the world it's pornography, a sex act that some women glorify in. The more the merrier.

Where's our modern training for curbing bad habits? What do you mean, training? It ain't there no more. Even mention it and you will be subjected to an open deluge of foulness, scorn, spite, physical blows, and hatred that no man would have ever received from a "decent" woman 100+ years ago.

Look at an untrained dog that has developed bad habits. We ain't stopping it, so it's just gonna continue. It's probably gonna get worse (from our point of view) because we ain't laying down and enforcing any boundaries, training it to do more acceptable things. Just let it do whatever the fuck it wants with a "who cares" attitude.

Why are girls getting stinking drunk, having a piss or shit on the sidewalk, passing out in a pool of their own puke, fucking any man they like, and getting knocked up? Because nobody's laid down the boundaries, penalized bad behavior, and reinforced good behavior. (Bad and good from a social as well as a personal view.) In fact there's a vocal group going: "You go girrrrrl!" at the top of their lungs.

Which is why blogs like this one exist: pointing out the incidents and saying "this is what's going on, don't ignore this shit-awful behavior or give it a pass". While we're not allowed to beat the girls black and blue when they give us the finger and go do more bad stuff, we can at least warn each other that this is going on and say "don't get involved in that crap - they just ain't worth the pain".

Hypergamy? Yeah, you could put it in a neat little box and label it and say that it's an evolved behavior.

Chances are a fuckload higher that it's simply selfish, self-centered, narcissistic, acting-out bad behavior by a bunch of childish little cunts who've never had the belt around the arse from daddy to teach them better. There's certainly nothing else out there to restrain these little cum-buckets from wrecking things.

(Like the whole government providing incentives to baby-mommas by paying for their womb-turds. Stupid, stupid fuckers who made that a "thing". They're simply - deliberately? - destroying the restraints which keep women in families to raise a decent next generation. Ditto for divorce, frivorce, etc.

To knock it into people's fucking heads: When you give people money for doing something, they're going to do it. Especially when it's now lauded by the fucktards going: "You go girrrrrl!" at the top of their lungs. Yes, glorify those brave, battling single mommies - who no fucking way would be doing this if they weren't getting a handout to help them cope.)

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Sweaty Selfie Time!

Ah the eternal paean of the narcissistic female twat!

So here I am, at the top of a smallish local "mountain" that I've walked up. It's not tall - only about 250m and a reasonably easy climb (about 30 degrees incline). You end up a little sweaty and panting and all, depending on your fitness level. The view of the sea and local town is great.

It's actually quite a nice place, set up with trails and stairs for the public to do exercise and what-have-you. Typically there are joggers, sprinters, rugby people training, all that sort going around and up to the top.

The view is beautiful, I'm up there enjoying it...

...until a twat (like a gaggle only stupider) of four girls comes sprinting up a trail to the top in their skimpy outfits. First thing outta their mouths at the top: "It's sweaty selfie time!"

Cue provocative poses, pouting, giggling, koo...koo...koooo... (insert extra dribbling and drooling until you get the general idea of their inane mentality)

How cute and adorable.

(That's sarcasm by the way. Just in case you feminists reading this "can't get it" through context. I know, it's real hard to convey the "tone" of sarcasm via the inter-web-things. This is my public service especially for you, 'cause it's all about you, you pathetically inane narcissistic cunts.)

After walking down again I decide to walk around. Partway around: brilliant views, ocean waves, clean fresh air -

- and one stupid blond cunt having a smoke while sitting and talking with her boyfriend. I could smell the stink literally over 50m away, before they came into sight around a corner.

The stupidity of women - of people in general - continually astounds me.

What's really surprising that I'm actually surprised any more.

I need to find some really remote locations. Just so I can enjoy them without being bothered by the stupidity of humanity. While I thought that I'd found one locally - a series of waterfalls - once I'd gotten partway I ran across some useless piece of shit's discarded vodka can. Definitely not remote enough.

Narcissists Lack Soul

Yeah I'm chucking this out there: narcissists lack soul.

The reason that I think that is because of the many narcissists that I've observed: they are always, always, focused on the external - never on the internal. They don't self-reflect, because there's nothing there to reflect upon. Simply an endless, sucking emptiness that goes on forever, constantly needing to be fed with the attention (good or bad) and flattery of others.

This is interesting in that I score fairly high on the narcissism index. Peculiarly, here I am doing some self-reflection. I will resist to the death that I am somehow "special". Rather, I am attempting to improve myself. This is what every man should be doing as a matter of course.

In a way that can be seen as making me special. Most people these days prefer to "slump" through life.

Given the explosion in narcissism in modern times, it's not surprising. Technology has enabled this explosion: firstly with MySpace, then FaceBook, now with Twitter. Instagram is a culprit, HotOrNot, online dating on the whole, Choosy, Tinder. All of these "social platforms" blast the ego with validation. Hell, the same with this blog!

Inflating someone's ego in this way contributes to the self-delusion that we somehow matter in the great scheme of things. We don't. 99.9999% of people could die in a car-accident and it wouldn't mean squat to the world at large. That is how meaningful our lives really are.

I hear things like this a lot, mostly from women: "Doing X will do wonders for your/my confidence!" Talking with each other. Egging each other on.

Replace "confidence" with "ego" and you have a far more truthful statement. Yes, people these days confuse ego and confidence. Perhaps this is why women fall for men with a big ego and arrogance - they have confused that with confidence.

So, why is the world attempting to build up the ego/narcissism of people? There must be some reason, else it would not be happening. Here are what I think may be the two main reasons:

1/ egotistic people do not think deeply (me included)

2/ narcissistic people are more easily led (due to the above)

Which might help explain the rise of consumer culture and the use of propaganda upon our own citizens and the like. I am not certain, of course. There's probably a hell of a lot more to it than that. Makes you wonder though.

I read somewhere once, that narcissism was one of the things used by propaganda. Specifically, propaganda uses: emotionalism, tribalism, and narcissism.

Emotionalism: push someone's emotional buttons, especially the anger and fear buttons

Tribalism: us versus them, for example America vs Afghanistan

Narcissism: get someone on-board like the above two - and the narcissist will not be interested in getting more information, his ego is already invested

Or something like that process, is used to do things like start wars. I need to learn and think more.