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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"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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We Have Forgotten

We live in a time of spite and discord.

I'm reminded of a few words from The Fate of Empires, by Sir John Glubb:

"Britain has been governed by an elected parliament for many centuries. In former years, however, the rival parties observed many unwritten laws. Neither party wished to eliminate the other. All the members referred to one another as honourable gentlemen. 

But such courtesies have now lapsed.

Booing, shouting, and loud noises are undermined the dignity of the House, and angry exchanges are more frequent. We are fortunate if these rivalries are fought out in Parliament, but sometimes such hatreds are carried into the streets, or into industry in the form of strikes, demonstrations, boycotts and similar activities.

True to the normal course followed by nations in decline, internal differences are not reconciled in an attempt to save the nation. On the contrary, internal rivalries become more acute, as the nation becomes weaker."

We become weaker.

In the old days, we trusted those above us. They had a position, with that position came responsibilities. Responsibilities towards all, for the good of all (them too, of course).

Now, everything is abused and abusive. Spite reigns. Discord is everywhere.

Those who think themselves above, disdainfully abuse those they think are below.

The knives come out and slice into the backs of anyone handy. Generally just for fun.

We have forgotten. With power comes responsibility. The greater the power, the greater the corresponding responsibility.

Power corrupts, yes. Yet still, the responsibility was known and acknowledged and generally followed. "Use it. Abuse it even. Just let me see you doing something with it."

These days it is honored more in the breach.

These days it is abuse which is rampant - responsibility is nowhere to be seen - and everyone is waking up to the lies they've been told all their lives.

The trust in those with power to be responsible with it -

Gone.

As the belief and obedience to the structures which created Western society are eroded away by the greedy and uncaring, abusing their power for fun and avoiding their responsibilities. At the same time, telling others that they need to step up and do their bit, while studiously avoiding doing their part.

Until the general consensus becomes: "Pull the other one, it's got bells on." As it all falls down.

Why Women Need Men

Just a short list of reasons:

* men are responsible
* men age better
* men gain wisdom
* men are handy
* men have their finances under control
* men are emotionally stable

That's a lot of pluses for men - and conversely, a lot of minuses for women.

(Stolen from /r/MGTOW just for shits and giggles.)

Masculinity and Self-Improvement

First, Roosh on Neomasculinity. I strongly suggest reading it and have the feeling that the comments will be as much of a goldmine as the meat of the original article.

Second, some of the Men over on Reddit (/r/MGTOW) are inspired by Monk Mode. Don't forget to grab the wallpaper that the Reddit Man created.

Both of which highlight a personal need to step back just a little, clear my head, refocus. Having these damn posts sprouting out from my subconscious is both handy and a pain in the ass. Mostly a pain in the ass, because I am starting to question the overall quality of the posts.

I've been aware of the personal need for some serious introspection for quite some time. Months. Between work, this blog, gym, learning a language, doing stuff around the house, climbing local peaks, and seeing various new places here in New Zealand - it's simply not happened.

Taking well-earned holidays has not happened.

Most especially: neither has there been any work on the book I've been trying to write. A serious lack of self-discipline is evident there.

Time to make time and space for introspection, reflection, and reassessment.

There are a few posts still in the pipeline. I'll work on polishing them a bit rather than tossing off and publishing whatever strikes me at the moment. If I find myself being dragged back into this willy-nilly, it might be time to simply stop for a while. We'll see how that works out.

In the meantime, enjoy yourselves. Have a beer on me.

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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New Male Contraceptives

In addition to good-old-Vaselgel in the pipeline (in the USA) there are two more being tested:

We're Closer Than Ever to a Birth Control Pill for Men

Of course, teh wimminz will oppose the use of this option for men - along with anything remotely like it - with great sound and fury. "We cannot trust men to take responsibility for birth control!" Foam dribble drool.

Do a Google search for "how to trap my boyfriend with a baby":

A sincere hello to JudgyBitch for having the top-ranked result. Good on ya girl. Though I digress. Note the 4.8 million results.

Soooooo - women can't trust men to take responsibility for birth control, huh. Especially when it's reported that something like 40% of babies are "whoopsies", were not planned, they "just happened". Amazing. Especially when The Pill (used correctly) has a scientifically-proven <1% failure rate.

Plus 4.8 million hits relating to chicks trapping their boyfriend with a baby. Plus warnings of pinpricks in condoms, flushing condoms (a warning to famous members of sports teams), and girls voluntarily shoving a man's semen up their vagina to purposely get preggers - after he blew his load in her mouth/on her face/on her tits/on her back.

Whoopsies my fucking ass. Can't trust men my fucking ass. I smell the stinking shit of women's projection and privilege. The real reason that women oppose men's birth control: teh wimminz can no longer entrap a man into slavery through having his baby.

Fuck off you sick, two-faced, greedy, miserable cunts.

At any rate. As a man, if you fuck around, then you need to take full control of your reproductive actions. Taken from WolframAlpha (United States annual births) here is a great example of why:

If 40% of those 4.24 million babies per year are "whoopsies", that is 1.696 million unplanned pregnancies. Do you seriously think that 1,696,000 babies are actual "whoopsies", when there scientifically there should be less than 42,400 babies?

You cannot trust these cunts. Seriously. That's why the PUAs always say to wrap it up (aside from the risk of STDs with these hoes - another subject entirely). That's why many Manosphere men get themselves snipped.

Protect yourself from pregnancy-theft. Protect the unborn from a shitty upbringing by a single mommy. Work hard to get your contraceptive options made mainstream and socially-accepted.

Though given the whining and wailing of most Western women, you might be forced to go to where you can get a procedure done - have it done - and then come back home. Medical travel. Because you might never get the chance here.

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Catering to Childishness

Women want A.R.D.A.

Adventure

Romance

Danger

Activities (as a couple)

Yeah I got this from R.E.D. 2 - a freaking movie. It's a "red pill" movie, in that there's plenty of blowing shit up - which us men like - yet there's a shitload of feminist BS in the mindset of the movie too. Oddly enough, that BS does reveal very plainly what women want: adventure, romance, danger, and activities as a couple.

From that respect it is quite red pill in the way it shows what women want. So perhaps it is actually useful. It shows some of the cracks in the social matrix that women have created with their socialist safety-net. It's also why a lot of women go for adventurous stuff when they do their version of the Eat, Pray, Fuck fairy-story.

Adventure - adrenalin-junkie shit that extroverts love-love-love.

Romance - the PUAs push those buttons nicely. Well-done guys.

Danger - so long as it's not too painful and too dangerous, then yeah, sure. This is why they do stuff like fucking crims (or guys with tats) and sticking with guys who beat the motherfucking crap out of them. And why so many of them do stupid shit like go to dangerous places in the world and end up killed or robbed or raped.

Activities - this's some of what the adventure stuff is about innit. Whitewater rafting, blackwater rafting, rappelling, camping, fishing, etc. You see a lot of that touted in online profiles, she loves doing these things. Of course part of that is an intrusion into male spaces as well.

So there's the A.R.D.A. - now look at it from another angle.

This is all stuff for children, not adults who are attempting to keep civilisation running. People trying to keep their family going, building something solid for the next generation. The dull, solid, dumbass "Beta" guys who she settles for at the end of things, once her real beauty is gone and nobody wants to bother providing her with the wild sex and wild adrenalin-junkie shit that she still actually craves.

Like a child craves and cries for its fuckin' sweeties.

Yeah, go ahead. Cater to those fuckin' children. Kiss her ass and waste your cash chasing that pussy, giving her all the adventure/romance/danger/activities that she wants. Until she financially rapes you via frivorce and moves on to the next sucker who will provide more of it or different of it.

According to The Feminine Matrix, it's really worth it. Slave.

This is part of why I'm not that enthused with the PUA mindset: it's catering to spoiled children, so you can dump a fuck into the emotionally and mentally immature.

At any rate, these days I hate it when a woman starts complaining and whining. It sets my teeth on edge and makes me want to say: "Shut the fuck up. Stop whining like a spoiled fucking brat and start acting like a responsible adult. One who's a worthwhile example to your children."