Fleas, Lice and Ticks

From the MGTOW men over at /r/mgtow, one talks about how repulsed he is by hypergamy:

Everytime a woman has come onto me it has been for an obvious reason. One of the first expiriences with hypergamy was after I won my first race in high school track. 10 minutes after I win, this attractive girl who had previously all but ignored me suddenly out of the blue comes up to where I am sitting and sits next to me and starts talking to me for the first time.

I was turned off by how obvious her motives were. I knew our personalities were too different, but apparently, from my repeated expiriences with hypergamy, I have concluded that women aren't attracted to similar personalities, instead they are attracted to status.

I see it time and time again whenever a girl asks me where I work, and I tell her I am own a business, suddenly their eyes light up, and they start laughing and coming onto me.

It's always disgusted me when this happens. They are so predictable.

On the other hand, I am also not attracted to about 99% of women based on their personalities alone. They talk about trivial things, they laugh at stupid jokes, they aren't smart, and they always fall for guys based on predictable shit.

So part of my problem is that when a girl is attracted to me, 99% of the time, I know that our personalities are too different for it to even be worthwhile. I would basically have to pretend to be someone else in order to keep her interested, and that isn't worth it because I would feel like a fraud. A lot of pickup artist guys do this, they actually do pretend to be a different person, and it makes me cringe. Basically, they are whoring their emotions and pretending to like all the stupid shit that women like in order to get some pussy, but in my opinion, getting pussy without a real emotional connection isn't worth it. At that point you are basically whoring yourself and giving them the magical expirience that they fantasize about, while you just have to work to appeal to them so that you can maybe get your dick wet at some point.

What do you guys think of this? Does anyone else have these problems? And is there a way to overcome it?

The op's quandry is a real one, however he's not consciously aware of why he feels this aversion. So I will define so-called "hypergamy" in no uncertain terms for the first-and-last-time:

Hypergamy (adj.): The action of a parasite consciously choosing it's host. Said choosing is not final and can be re-chosen at any time that seems advantageous for the parasite in question. In extreme cases, multiple parasites can attempt to fasten themselves at the same time to a single host which appears to be of high value.

Therefore: "hypergamy" is a pretentious/highfalutin' word to describe the actions of a parasite consciously choosing its new host.

[Okay, so I suppose that hypergamy does bloody exist when looked at in that way, and good vs bad behavior, training, rigidly-enforced social norms, and etc can keep it under control. Shit and damnation. So now I'm gonna gripe and bitch about the word: Why the fuck did they invent a special word for it? We've had the concepts for centuries if not millennia. Is this because aca-fuckin'-demia decided to make it a word and put some papers together and label it as uncontrollable and ask for more $$$ to line their pockets? Is this part of the leftist/Marxist/Feminist social-manipulation to make men even more helpless? And did some pretentious twat in the manosphere grab it and run with it with the purpose of making more $$$ because they're on the so-called "cutting edge" of research? A lot more thinking is required on that one. - BPS]

So this is 100% greed/theft (both original sins) coupled with the "grass is greener" mentality. Which ties in very neatly with the books "The Predatory Female" and "The Manipulated Man" and others under the Worthwhile Books page/link.

So the op's aversion boils down to the natural aversion of someone noticing a bunch of fleas, lice, and ticks trying to fasten themselves to him with the purpose of sucking on his blood (or effort/life/time as the case may be).

He is extremely lucky that the attractive girl who suddenly started talking with him was so overt and unpracticed - he could have found himself in baby-jail as the unwilling host/slave of a parasite for 20+ years, then raped of the rest of his life via frivorce/etc. She was obviously unpolished and still learning her trade. What might have been going on in her mind? "Never mind the fuckup. There'll be another host/slave. They're all interchangeable."

Yes, women are attracted to status and money - because these are the signs of a worthwhile host.

There are some other notable comments in the thread:

Sure, being attracted to success, "good genes" etc. is kinda natural and to be expected. But women are completely over the top about this. If you physically and mentally cannot be satisfied by something slightly less than perfect, if you cannot be happy with someone who is not vastly superior to yourself, if mass murderers are attractive to you, then you're a nothing but a fucking animal.

And not only is this crap tolerated, it's encouraged in modern society. We give women moral approval to shamelessly pursue Alpha cock and Beta provision AND deal with the collateral damage collectively.

Thousands of years ago, people already figured out that letting hypergamy run rampant is NOT compatible with civilization. We now see the result of doing just that: disenfranchised beta males, perpetually unhappy women engaging in self-destructing behavior and thugs ("Alphas") freely reproducing which causes the upbringing of violent and damaged children (thug genes + single mother = desaster).

I can't remember where I read it, however it was along the lines of the change in mores of society in the past hundred years or so. In the old days younger people looked up to and paid heed to their elders - because of the sheer experience they had accumulated.

Then advertising came along and this mentality was deliberately flipped - youth became celebrated. Because the young can be coaxed into doing stupid things, like buying crap they don't need and going on travel "experiences" that they will not remember because they're too quick and whirlwind, and putting down no money on 30-year ARM/interest-only loans for houses which are stupidly fuckin' expensive.

Youth became the easy-ass host for the economic parasites of our waning civilization. Even those baby-mommas are in a quasi-parasitic-symbiotic relationship with our parasitic government, sucking the effort/life/time out of the worker-men of society.

Here is one more quote that I consider very relevant:

So let me ask a question. When you watch porn, do you watch porn with hot coed girls, or 40 year old with wrinkles and saggy tits?

This is no more or less shallow than women's hypergamy. Men are expendable, woman are perishable.

The good news is that you can climb up the wall, while a woman can't. Plus, if you do so you can get more than your fair share of women.

My problem with hypergamy is only that's it's unrestrained. If women wouldn't get babies with Chad and have tax money pay for it and betas wouldn't wife up sloots, hypergamy is fine.

Porn is the celebration of youth again, though admittedly I can't get a boner for chicks who are wrinkled to hell and sagging everywhere. I quite like the "men are expendable, women are perishable" concept. Echoes of the "men age like wine, women age like milk" saying. The surviving men definitely become remarkably fine as we get older.

The commentor correctly notes that men can climb up the wall while women cannot, and shows neatly that women look for "high-climbers" to parasitize off. The only way she can climb that wall is to leech on to either:

a) a man in the process of doing it (thus slowing him down, perhaps stopping his climb permanently or causing him to fall)

b) a man who has already done it (which won't slow him down at all, plus she doesn't have to experience any of the trials/tribulations/pain that he had to experience during the climb)

The latter is, of course, the prime goal for any young and good-looking piece of fluff arm-candy.

This commentor makes what I consider to be one major mistake in his thinking: he considers hypergamy/parasitism to be unrestrained. In my opinion he is 100% wrong with that thinking.

Parasitism is lauded and actively encouraged in our matriarchical woman-centric society. Just ask most long-term married men and the victims of frivorce and the children who have been weaponized by mommy so she can use them to beat daddy over the head for child-support.

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Sexual Weaponizing

Yes, this is supposed to be a funny/insulting e-card type of thing.

Sexually, everything is weaponized, as per talking about fake eyebrows, boobs, butt, eyelashes, hair extensions, and eye color. (We can add shape to that - corsets are coming back in, if not already here.)

It's been known for centuries that everything is fair in love and war.

So yes, we can expect this to be weaponized as well. Wait for the camel-toe to become a thing for a woman to flaunt.

The Long Decline

Hold tight men and wimminz-whores, I got some real bad news for everyone.

So every now and then I get some scamming whore in Russia (or Georgia, or the Philippines, or wherever) sling me an email with a picture.

This one's actually particularly fucking amusing in the email:

Greetings!
What's up!
I'm Hasretim.
I need a stable sweetheart to adore, look after and understand each other, to enjoy common ideas.
I have an intention to find a responsible sweetheart who is not going to play games with me.
My personal email is the only guarantee that I can come in contact with you as soon as possible.
Will all my heart, Hasretim.

So this Russian sslore (scammer-slut-whore) sends a  pic of some chick in her undies (Natalia Raisa, according to Google Image Search). For shits and giggles I sent back a message along the lines of: "Nice undies. I want some cunt-shots, be sure to spread those meat-flaps wide."

Of course, no reply after a month or two. Damn, why might that be? She's so obviously selling her body! Or the fantasy of somebody's body.

One of the more amusing things was a prior sslore, one who I strung along for shits and giggles. 'Lo, one of the pictures included her holding up a piece of paper with my name! Sadly for her though, Google Images had already come to the party - she was on:

1/ A Russian stripper site
2/ A Russian escort site
3/ Had done some stuff in Russian sports (announcing or something by the looks)

Couldn't be arsed trying to find out any real details about the last, for obvious reasons given the first two.

The point is that this particular Russian sslore had a photo taken of herself holding up a blank piece of paper for later modifying. She either sold her image to a scammer factory (probably for a few bucks) or was involved in the scam herself. Highly likely the latter, come to think about it.

It was fun when she asked for money via Western Union. "Sure babe. Who should I send it attention to, you via x stripper site or you via x escort site?"

Now, I've been having a slow think about this sorta thing. And remembering the Odessa Girls. And thinking about how Russia has been a feminazi-delight-shithole for 2+ generations already. I've come to a few semi-conclusions:

1/ Like advertising email spam, these scammers do this shit because it's still profitable - there are still enough people who fall for it

2/ Even after 2+ generations, teh Russian wimminz are still going strong with the "I want my Prince Fucking Charming" demands - and are getting shriller and more desperate and doubling-down about the whole business, while at the same time attempting to scam Western men for their $

3/ Teh Russian wimminz are feminist slores to the max, to a degree that makes our Western slores look like babies in comparison (they haven't grown up to be children about it as yet)

4/ These modern cunts will *never* realize the true mindset of the modern man they've created, which boils down to: I ain't being paid to fulfill your fuckin' fantasy, cunt.

Which we-all know the coin for fulfilling her fantasy of being a lazy cunt, 'cause we incessantly bitch about how teh wimminz ain't fulfilling their side of the bargain out here in the manosphere.

You want your fantasy fulfilled? Sure, cupcake. You only need to keep your side of the bargain - 'cause otherwise you can go get back on the gangbang bandwagon.

The most important take-home point though: these fucking nutcases are way ahead of teh Western wimminz and still going fucking strong.

Some people have stated, 2-3 generations and this shit will all burn out. I've thought so and said it myself.

I'm wrong.

Roman civilization got into much the same situation as we have. It wasn't a mere couple of generations to sort out, it was a couple of fucking centuries decline.

We're not going to be doing 2-3 generations to sort this shit out (short of a major and sudden technological collapse - in which case all bets are off). We're going to be 200-300 years.

We are well-and-truly fucked.

So if you're 20 and thinking that in 30-odd years the spoiled girl-children of your generation will have spawned some halfway decent girl-creatures that you can fuck/marry/impregnate, don't hold your breath. Yes, younger guys will fuck older wimminz and younger girls will fuck older men on the sly ('cause out in the open is too much against the prevailing herdthink). That doesn't mean the new younger crop of girls won't be screwed in the head still, probably way worse in fact.

That said, we (the current generations) are going to be spared the sight of the absolute worst of what happens. It's going to get bad, socially, from our point of view. Eventually though, the dead-end self-destroying meme that is Feminazism will die out, with a final population in the West of maybe 10% of what we have at present.

Until the next cycle of empire begins.

Living In Reality

Lunchtimes, I tend to get away from the work-office - because if you have lunch at work everyone will bug the shit out of you, so getting out is the only way of having an actual break. Usually I go to a park, quite often walking, sometimes the beach.

Reality is: when there's millions of dollars a day at stake, you need those breaks to relax/chill. I sometimes wonder what's wrong with the other workers in the place, it's like they're in denial. All a big laugh, whatcha doing tonight, we're gonna party, etc. I've written about it before.

Any rate, down a park yesterday lunchtime, eating and enjoying the sun/breeze/whatever. Very relaxing.

Suddenly the usual braying comes from some passing woman. I look over - about 30 meters away is two couples walking. The women are having a fine time at the top of their voices, laughing it up, etc. The two men are silent.

One of the women suddenly pops out with some bs about not cleaning up, leaving that to her man. The other has a loud laugh and says "same!". The two of them have a fine old giggle about this as they get into their cars, respective men still silent.

I suppose that you can't do a whole lot when your nuts are firmly in her purse.

The most interesting thing about this though: I was basically unmoved. Not shocked, not disgusted. Just a vague amusement, a kind of wonderment that these men still don't seem to grasp this. They live in denial rather than reality. They live willingly as slaves, no matter how bad the treatment dished out by their woman.

I suppose that I am living in reality, in not being interested in this bullshit.

At any rate, I seem to have slipped into a philosophical state. Don't really have much to say again (last time I said that, the stuff started flowing - go figure). I'm going away for a bit, will check in occasionally.

Keep your eyes open to reality.

Privacy and Self Protection

I've just finished two books, by JJ Luna:

• How To Be Invisible
• Invisible Money

These two books are essential reading if you happen to be a MGTOW who wants to go full Ghost. Even applied to a lesser degree by an ordinary person, they are useful simply to protect your own privacy (ie from lunatic stalker women or lawsuit-happy motherfuckers). Also be aware that unless you actively work on having some privacy people can find out whatever they want to know about you.

We have no privacy in our modern society. In fact the younger generation have no concept of privacy: they're a stream-of-consciousness everything dirty that should be private is put up for the delectation of others plus for the next 100+ years of public scrutiny on Facecrap mess. Drunkenness, drug use, sex, whatever.

("We Still Kill The Old Way (2014)" - a movie of how some shit youth gang video'd a beating that killed the victim, put it up on the dark web, and then got tracked down and killed by the victim's brother and cronies. An underrated movie IMO, I recommend it.)

Like insurance, setting up for privacy requires preparation. Luckily it's actually quite easy for you guys to do over in America, I'm gonna have to take some time here in NZ to see what I can manage. My options are limited. Here's some basic things you can think about:

• You want a PO Box that is not linked to your real address.
• You want cash that nobody else knows about.
• You want a bank account that nobody else knows about.
• You want a car not linked to your name.
• You want a home not linked to your name.

The first book goes into the details (I'm sure you can figure out how to get both books anonymously). This is just the cliff's notes of why, what for, etc.

Asset protection. Seriously. America is a bunch of lawsuit-happy nutjobs. If there's an accident, they decide to check you out and find that you have assets, *bang* lawsuit. No assets, fuckit, they won't waste their time.

Privacy. Suppose that crazy stalker chick tries to find out where you live. She's going to have to go to a lot more effort than just looking up your name in the phone book to find the address, phone number, whatever. Even when it's unlisted it can be tracked down legally or illegally. (I've had this happen myself, luckily ending up well. Even so I didn't like finding out that literally anyone could get my home phone number and address so easily.)

You may literally have to up-stakes and move out really fast. It could be for a job opportunity elsewhere. It could be to get away from some *real* psycho bitch or crazy bastards who've decided that they're going to harass you for shits and giggles or to drive you out of an area or whatever. (Anyone who starts out saying something aggro like "let those pieces of shit try it, I'll..." has never dealt with real crazies. These fuckers just do not care. It comes down to a choice of: 1/ move with no forwarding address, 2/ kill them as tracelessly as possible. And while the cops cannot/will not protect you from harassment, they sure as shit will hunt you down and throw you in jail for murder.)

So you need to be able to get OUT. As tracelessly as possible. Minimal footprint. Which means that your day-to-day life also needs to be as traceless and minimal footprint as possible. Only your nearest and dearest that you trust absolutely actually know where you live and have real phone numbers. Nobody else. Nobody else visits. Work only knows a PO Box and a physical address where you used to stay a long time ago. No girls are brought to your place. You don't have parties. You toss your burner phone regularly.

You can see why this is more for MGTOW going ghost. It would cramp the PUA lifestyle something serious. That said, some of it would be of great benefit to them also.

How To Get Started:

Pay cash. This ensures that you don't leave an electronic footprint of purchases. Remember that while all banks and ATMs have cameras, we're not assuming that you're on the criminal side and running from the law. You just don't want some asshole Joe Public sticking their nose into your (electronic) private affairs. If you bought it cash there's no electronic record of *who* and *what* and *where* that money went.

Put cash aside. A diversion safe is easy enough to make at home, you can pay cash for a wall safe and install it yourself somewhere unusual. Leave a small amount, say $50-100, in the top drawer of your bedside cabinet. A burglar (or your thieving fucking girlfriend) will go to the master bedroom first, check out the drawers, grab the money and split - most likely without destroying anything or looking anywhere else.

You don't need much to start with. A simple $20-50 a week will build up over a couple of years to be quite substantial ($20 * 100 weeks = $2000, $50 * 100 weeks = $5000, etc). Being a Man you are going to be naturally frugal - it will build up surprisingly fast.

If you want something in another bank-account, the same principle applies. Build up some cash (say a month's worth) and deposit it. No electronic transfer, no way to trace it. Simple, easy, no problems at all. (Note: Do not check the account via internet banking. Even if SSL is private - debatable - there's no way to disguise that you've gone to X bank's website. If things go sour, someone official will end up checking and will get answers.)

Women waste everything. We know this. Never allow her to know that you have a stash at all, let alone how much or where. Shred everything, preferably at work so that she'll never dream of it's existence. Seriously consider having two or three different stashes, just in case you fuck up and one is revealed.

You Want Options:

These things are easily doable if you have options. However, you may find yourself in a situation where you don't feel that you have certain options. Particularly if you're in a shithole marriage without full control of your finances and you want out - or at least, you want options rather than being stuck forever as her yes-ma'am, yes-ma'am, three-bags-full-ma'am slave.

Don't despair, it's time to get sneaky.

The chances are high that you (the man) do a substantial amount of shopping by yourself because she's too lazy. Families (two or more people) also eat a shitload, often shopping for food 3-4 times a week. An extra $10-20 can come out every trip, just throw away the receipt in the garbage at the store and stash the cash. She will not know.

If you're paying cash for meals, the occasional $5-10 notes can quietly disappear. Very effective if you eat out because she's too fucking useless to cook and insists on takeout/drive-through/dining out a couple of times a week. (Or more...)

Refueling the car: families seem to find themselves gassing up quite a lot, 2-3 times a week. Probably because cupcake has a "lets go out and eat/shop/whatever" mentality, plus going to visit her friends, and taking the kidlets to school/doctor/ballet/rugby/whatever. An extra $5-10 a time will not be noticed, especially these days.

Add those three situations up: $10 * 3 spending situations * 3 occurrances each = $90 a week that is off cupcake's radar. That's a substantial nest-egg of $9,000 over two years. You can probably get a helluva lot more, plus extras: bonus checks that are cashed, under-the-table jobs on the grey/black market, moonlighting, get inventive. She doesn't know exactly how much you got for doing such-and-such on the quiet for so-and-so. She doesn't even have to know you're doing stuff on the quiet, it could be just another bloody late night working or chewing the fat with Bob.

You can probably get a beater car or motorcycle for less than $1k (anonymously), get it roadworthy for $1k (cash repair), and still have $7,000 cash money for gas and food (with mobile shelter too if you get the car). That's good enough if you decide to pull the pin and get the fuck outta dodge.

Going Scorched Earth Option:

Let's say that cupcake has decided to go full-apeshit-frivorce on you. She wants the house, car, kiddies, alimony for life, files charges of domestic violence and ongoing rape, she "fears for the children", the fucking works.

You decide: Fuck this.

You go the whole hog. Lawyers, lawsuits, delays, mental and emotional stress that gets you fired (ongoing so you're unemployable or suitable for only light employment), the works. Suck down every damned cent of the family assets in fees and lawyers and shit. NOTHING left. NO alimony 'cause you have no income. MINIMAL child-support that you'll somehow manage to scrape together with odd jobs here'n there.

You still have your hidden assets, you can still get money on the grey/black market, etc. You can still have a fine life. You can still get the shit outta dodge if you want. All these options are still open to you.

Sneaky Nuke The Cunt From Orbit Option:

Let's say that you got eyes, you can see the shit-storm coming down the fuckin' pike. It's time to pre-emptively and sneakily nuke the cunt from orbit.

Empty out as much as possible of the bank-account. Gamble some of it away, stash the rest. Nobody is gonna be tracking how much you lost at so-and-so's casino.

Max out the credit cards (if she hasn't done that to you already). Same shit different day with "gambling" it away. Buy some stuff that is worth something (or stuff you already own that is worth something), sell it to a really good friend for a dollar. He sells it on to another really good friend for a dollar. ("I don't have it.") Once the shit-storm dies down in a year or two you can go buy it for a dollar from them. No trace, no comeback, you gambled it away. (Just keep it outta sight.)

So cupcake has the house and contents (selling that shit from under her would probably be considered malicious - not advisable). You're living on a mate's couch - and you are expected to pay cupcake's mortgage. Not a problem if you happen to live in one of those states where jingle-mail is allowed. Mail those fuckin' keys in to the bank, her squatter ass is their problem now. (Make sure that you have the original keys and documents and that she only has copies. Preparation is key - pun intended.)

So the credit cards are maxed out and I hope that you got your dues out of them. Understand that those are unsecured debt, just like any other loan (you did get a loan, didn't you?). You don't have to pay them - despite the motherfuckin' bullshit mores of society. Let them lay, just like the mortgage. Go bankrupt. Fuck it, you still have your hidden stash.

Notice that these actions are concealed and appear to be passive. You're not deliberately fucking cupcake over. You just got yourself into this bad situation that snowballed...cupcake was probably right to kick your ass to the kerb...

Best part: you're taking her down as sneakily as possible.

What About The Childreeeeeen:

The nasty sticking-point. If there are no children, then anything goes. It's between two adults, one of them carefully prepared (you) and one of them brainless but with lots of legal and social advantages (her). You will covertly win - even though you publicly lose - and you will bounce back way better than she ever can.

If children are involved, you have a very hard choice to make. No matter what they will be caught in the cross-fire. She will turn them into weapons, using them ruthlessly against you in an effort to cause you maximum emotional pain.

At this point you have nothing to lose by being a nasty piece of work and fucking her over to the bitter end.

Whatever happens, the children will be hurt. Whatever happens, you will almost certainly not gain custody. Whatever happens, you will most likely not get the visitation rights as you are entitled to and were agreed upon - she will likely do her damndest to keep you away from them. If she chose to play the "I fear for the children" card then you will never see them until they are whatever legal age, probably 18+ - yet still be expected to pay for them.

Understand, no matter what, your children will *not* starve. The government will not allow it, that would be political suicide. The government *will* pay your ex a certain minimum, she *will* get food-stamps and the like (in the USA). If for some reason she neglects the children (assuming she's that type) then they *will* take them away from her.

If you literally have nothing (known) left anyway, then you might decide that you may as well nuke the cunt from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

It's also better than being a meek lapdog, taking it up the ass from all-and-sundry while the children watch - minds being deliberately poisoned - as they develop contempt for you as a person...

On that rather grim note, good luck with your preparations for privacy and a possible new beginning in life. Later.

Personal Filters

So here's a few filters that I've generally used when it comes to teh wimminz. Bluntly, these types are not fuckable in my mind:

* underage or far younger than I am
* stunningly good-looking
* smokers
* alcoholics
* crass
* dirty/filthy (physically)
* backstabbing
* manipulative
* game-playing
* drugs (prescription or illegal)
* medical issues (physical, like being gluten-intolerant)
* depression
* crazy (NPD/BPD etc)
* heavy/visible tats
* piercings (especially tongue/nipple/clit)
* excessive jewelry
* pants/shorts
* over-slutty
* career girls
* any whiff of feminist mindset (which is damn-near all of them)

The reasons range from direct health (cigarette smoke makes me nauseous plus messes up my lungs and makes me susceptible to bronchitis - borderline asthma and hayfever is a bitch), through lack of interest (underage doesn't turn me on), through to emotional and mental and physical self-protection. As you can imagine, 99.9999999% of girls do not make it past these filters.

The few who I've made exceptions for and let through have invariably caused me way more hassle than it's been worth.

In many cases, a girl passes the visible filters and then opens her mouth and the red light starts flashing with the klaxon "AVOID! AVOID! AVOID!" going off at 120+ decibels.

Most of these things are self-evident to any thinking man. A few need some explanations:

Stunningly Good-Looking: In my personal experience, every girl that I've met who was an 8+ has been seriously crazy in some manner (entitled, BPD/NPD, whatever).

Crass: If she has a worse potty-mouth than I do, it's a boner-killer.

Medical Issues: It's a flat-out downer trying to go out with a girl who is incapable of relaxing freely and doing the things you can do (fat girls just can't keep up physically with my lifestyle, gluten intolerant girls have to be anal about what they eat, etc).

Excessive Jewelry: This is a signal that she's on the prowl, all that jewelry is something shiny to attract the attention of Men. It's also a sign of self-centered narcissism and indiscriminate (often bad - like shitty tattoos) taste.

Pants/Shorts: Great way to signal that she expects to be the one wearing the pants in the relationship - thank you Feminism. Girls in short-shorts are also sluttifying themselves up. Especially watch out for camel-toe, it's always deliberate.

Career Girls: Apart from the deeply-internalized "you can have it all" message from Feminism, she just can't keep the career attitudes out of her private life. She might act absolutely submissive in private, yet you'll be surprised at how quickly a shit attitude can show up when she gets annoyed.

Make your own filters. The more strict I've gotten with those filters, the gladder I've been as my life is less-disturbed by bullshit from women and what they laughingly consider relationships.

Hypergamy or Lazy Parasite?

Commentor Sven Sversen makes a great long comment on my post about women being Infantile:

"Hypergamy" is a term borrowed from biology, I believe. It refers to a preference for mating *upward*: Men don't want girls they look up to (Pyjama Boy does, if he wants a girl at all, but he's defective). Girls are only attracted to men they look up to. They are *only* attracted to men they consider superior to themselves.

Yeah, yeah, men *fantasize* about 10s. And some fantasize about girl-power action hero fantasy characters. But basically all men can happily be in love for their whole lives with very ordinary women who they consider weaker than themselves. If a man thinks his wife is stronger than himself, every man and every woman (most especially his wife) thinks he's a pussy, defective. A loser.

A man is happy if he's the source of strength. A woman is happy if HE is the source of strength. She is *miserable* if *she* is the source of strength. That's hypergamy.
Women absolutely require that their man be emotionally and physically stronger than them, and dominant. Dominant in an effortless, casual way. If he's not smarter and higher earning too, he'd better be a hell of a charming SOB.

I know a female statistician married to a senior fireman. You know how women are about firemen. He's a level headed, responsible man who leads men, sound judgment, proven physically brave, a great father, and pre-selected to hell and back -- well out of her league by any sane standards. She's unhaaapy because she makes more money and he doesn't put her in her place. Silly bitch. She should be on her knees thanking God for letting her have this man in her life.

But he doesn't know how to put her in her place, and she makes more money.
That's hypergamy. Nothing to do with pre-selection. It's about relative "value", as women perceive it in their narrow little pea brains. That woman has an IQ nearly as high as mine and knows ten times more math -- and she's got the brains of a goldfish.

I was just thinking about the dominance thing the other day. I'm pretty funny, faster on my feet than most. I have a hell of an imagination. I can improvise the craziest shit. It takes all that every day to keep my girlfriend submissive, and she ain't in my league by half, on looks or anything else. Plus I earn twice what she does, and she knows it. Silly American bitch. Delusional.

If I've got to work to stay on top of this one, WTF is the average guy supposed to do? Nine hours hanging sheetrock or some shit and he's supposed to come home and effortlessly dominate an exchange of repartee with some angry fat skank? How about you boil the fucking spaghetti and shut your trap, Jumbo?

Maybe you MGTOW guys have a point. These dumb bitches are psychotic.

For the record it looks like the term Hypergamy comes from the Social Sciences, according to Wikipedia (there's some contention between Evolutionary Psychology and Social Learning Theorists). It is very much worth reading what Wikipedia says about it - though keep in mind that Wikipedia is only the topmost fluff-and-bare-bones of any subject. We also need to keep in mind that anything to do with society and social sciences is open to observer bias and interpretation (including our own).

(I find it interesting that in India, the higher cost of arranging dowries for their daughters is causing some rural Indians to commit female infanticide in the form of aborting female fetuses. This makes me think back to the old times when men wanted SONS to help them on the farm, 'cause at least they were useful...)

(I also find it very interesting the feminist analysis/slant/propaganda HAH! They can say all they want that hypergamy must be analyzed in the context of a patriarchal system - doesn't mean that assertion is true. More on that later)

Definitely men would prefer a lower-attractiveness, less-hassle woman long-term. It's bad enough to be coming back from a hell day and then have to deal with someone who's decided to be Mz Bitch™ for the evening and night...you get no fuckin' rest. Which is their MO, if you're tired out you'll be more likely to give in and give Mz Bitch™ what she wants.

Totally correct about men and women being miserable if they think the man is the weaker of the couple. Yet it seems to happen all the time. Why the misery? It's social conditioning - the man should be the stronger, the woman the weaker. Yet, thanks to female machinations in society and laws: upon entering the marriage the man has no power, the woman has all the power. Instant reversal of all the power dynamics.

Further she will deliberately attempt to change her man into something weaker. Which is why so many men end up as hollow shells. Read my post on Personal Time and Space is Golden for Men - especially think about the bit in the middle regarding domestic abuse, flipped on it's head, if she were another man pulling that crazy nagging shit. On the whole, deliberately turning the man she loved into a nothing that she'd rather not waste spit upon is psychotic to an extreme.

So let's look at this harder. Women *say* that they want a man superior to them etc...yet their *actions* are a constant attempt to deliberately destroy that man. One of the things that we are so big on in the Manosphere, the PUA's and MGTOW's and MRA's alike, is a pragmatic rule of thumb: "When words and actions do not match, always believe actions."

By their actions these women are saying: "I want to destroy you."

Which action-message is pretty-much confirmed when we start looking at the statistics regarding common male-destructive situations involving: false rape accusations, false domestic violence accusations, and frivorce. Think about that, when you think about your constant struggle with being dominant over your self-stated bog-average and very-far-below-you girlfriend.

Let's look at your senior fireman. Strong, handsome, a leader - unfortunately his wife makes more money than he does. This makes him unhappy because as the highest money-earner, she's the one in control and he's not really able to put her in her place - which both situations likewise make her unhappy. Why might this be?

Once I read The Predatory Female and The Manipulated Man (both in the list of Worthwhile Books page up top) I realized three things:

1/ Women are parasites.

2/ Parasites are lazy.

3/ Women are therefore lazy.

And that is the root of so-called hypergamy.

Women are marrying up - to guys who make more money, or are of a higher social standing/caste than they are (which usually includes money) - because they can then slack off, pump out a couple kids, and be fucking lazy with the excuse of "looking after the children". (I remember that Terrence Popp put out a video about women pumping out kids every couple of years. Also look up the concept of baby-jail and women having whoopsies to deliberately trap men.)

This is why your fireman's wife is unhaaaapy. He's unhappy because he's been conditioned all his life that "the man brings in more than the woman", it's part of the social memes that we all run mentally. She's unhappy because she can't be a lazy cunt and slack off while bringing up kiddies - one of the easiest jobs out there, especially these days.

'Cause she's gotten used to a certain amount of dollars coming in, y'know, the lifestyle-thing and all to which she has become accustomed...she's not attracted entirely to the man above her, she's attracted to the potentially lazy life that he represents, and her current hubby just ain't cuttin' it on that front.

Recently I've been putting up the posts about interchangeable, and a couple of those posts are about society and relationships. The whole basis of those posts, the underpinning, is laziness taken to an extreme.

So let's have a thought-experiment. Let's suppose that you demonstrate the following:

1/ Paying cash for expensive things of quality (not crapple status items and electroshit hybrid cars, but *true* quality)

2/ Being quite happy with second-hand stuff that is cheap but serviceable

3/ Having absolutely no debt of any kind (no credit card, no car finance, no mortgage, no bank loan or overdraft)

4/ That you work only the required hours to do the above - by choice! - and absolutely refuse to work harder/longer

I know two guys in exactly this situation. One has a house of his own that he paid cash for and he never bothers with women. He never has. He got the money together by living with his parents until he was 29-ish, he's now pushing his 40's. He's basically invisible to women, plus being totally not interested.

The other guy is 27 and rents, probably will for life. Without fail, every time, the woman in his life eventually breaks it off - calls him a "loser" - and forgets he exists. Utterly dead to her. (I'm almost in this situation myself - while I like fucking women, they don't tend to stay long once they grasp how my mentality works - which is "buy to last a lifetime". I will not buy certain things more than once.)

Why does this happen to these guys?

Because they're not easy prey. Neither of them. The parasite cannot lure them into the debt-trap of buy-buy-buy, new-new-new, upgrade-upgrade-upgrade, must-keep-up-with-the-Joneses, etc for her benefit. She cannot leech off of them. Once that becomes clear she reverts to her default of laziness. Fuck it. All men are interchangeable. I'll go find another loser that I can wrap around my finger and turn into my slave.

It's also very interesting to note that those four things make up a good start to the ideal partner - for a man. You might call that the mythical NAWALT, which I have written about a couple of times.

The feminist slant on Wikipedia states:

Feminist analysis of hypergamy says the practice needs to be understood in the context of a patriarchial system: ...

Yet when we flip it on it's head, when we look at it in the context of a matriarchal system where the women call the shots, where the women receive the benefits, and where the women are the ones in ultimate control - it looks a helluva lot like a parasite fastening onto a host, a slaveowner driving their slave to the ragged edge and an early grave.

No wonder they demand that it be examined in the context of a patriarchy, examining it in the context of a matriarchy makes them look like parasites and slaveowners.

But then, we already know that slavery is alive and well.

And now it is my Monday AM. Time to sleep, to give over the on-call to someone else later today, do my work, go to the gym, and finally go for a relaxing wander down the local beach. No woman earbashing me, no parasite leeching off me...a Man's heaven on earth...

Interchangeable Relationships

So this is probably going to be the final bit about how the entire mindset of interchangeable has fucked over the world - or at least Western culture. There might be a few more footnotes somewhere, however IMO this is the final trickle-down effects.

The stuff prior:

Business, cheapness causing collapse.

Business, cheapness and interchangeable causing a race to the bottom re quality and job/life insecurity.

Interchangeable sex partners.

How being interchangeable means you have no negotiation power.

And now: Relationships. (Relationshits? 'Cause relationships are about gone, the last few ships vanishing over the horizon. 'Cause there's only one fucking Captain on a ship and they can see the writing on the wall.)

What's best for your kids: a) having a reliable man around, b) having unreliable or no men around

What's the best way to keep a man around: 1) putting him first, 2) putting your kids first

When every dick and pussy is interchangeable, indistinguishable, that means that the body and personality attached is likewise interchangeable and indistinguishable. And it is viewed that way, as you can tell from teh wimminz sampling a new cock every week while Little Johnny and Little Anne are curled up in their beds in the next room - listening to mommy scream her pleasure out at high volume interspersed with phrases like "fuck me harder! fuck me in the ass! let me suck your cock! so beautiful! piss on me! oh God! I wanna lick your ass!" etc.

Both Little Johnny and Little Anne can sense it: An (a1) moment this is not.

Any rate. Like I said, looks don't mean much if you can't stand to be around her for long - or even get with her in the first place. You know exactly what I mean. Not only is her vagina rancid - her personality is rancid as well.

Rotten, shitty, crazy, infantile, contradictory, insane, entitled, moronic, childish, etc. All the mental-emotional freight (baggage grown to where it requires a train) about wimminz that is bundled together and referred to as "the hamster".

So why is this? It's because in her mind relationships are also interchangeable.

If they're all the same, why put any effort in?

To an individual relationship, or relationships in general?

So down they go, down the tubes, no effort, don't give a fuck, can't be arsed, get a shitty attitude, be crass, swear, lip off, let's have a game of you and him fight, let's play Marry Fuck Kill, ooooo this one makes me horny, hey baby wanna fuck - you get the picture. Go down the bars for six months to a year, you'll see it all and way more besides. You get to where the only way you'd hang around the girls is if you are desperate.

As I said in a different context: you didn't have to, yet you made your choice.

In the old days women had to make a helluva effort, prove their family-making skills, and put a lot of work into making a family. Five-six-seven kids, cooking, clothing, vegetable garden, preserving food, teaching, medicine, etc.

These days? Nah, why bother. There's always another guy out there looking for a root relationship. "I'm gonna get preggers and go on the DPB." Stated out loud, right in front of men: to hell with men, to hell with a husband, she'll get pregnant and suck off the government tit.

Men have wised up and are following the same path. She can't be arsed putting any effort in? Neither can he. This is probably some of the mentality behind the PUA tactic of not responding to a text for hours, maybe days. "I care less about you." "No, I care less about you." A phone call? You must be joking, nobody makes phone calls these days.

Her: (bullshit excuse/fight) ... let's just end this.

Him: Alright.

Her: (incoherent) Goddamn you, do I mean so fucking little to you that you won't even *make an attempt* to keep a relationship going?!?!!?!

Him: (shrugs and moves on)

I have done this.

Reality is that a woman will do (or not do) whatever she wants. What she says will not be what she does. She says she wants you, panting for it, naked selfies out the wazoo - then suddenly flakes. So you're sexting - and she suddenly goes silent on you. For whatever reason or none, maybe she's got some Chad Thundercock for a few weeks. She may eventually get back to you a couple months or a year later.

If she can be arsed. There's plenty of cock, men, etc out there - no need to put any effort in. Besides, she's probably a little embarrassed the way things went (or didn't) with you. Might as well avoid you, it's less painful feelz on her part.

She's like the weather, about all you can do is shake your head in bemusement and move on with your day.

A race to the bottom of not-caring. It's self-defense against going insane.

I have a mental image of Hell On Earth, from the short-novel pair Black Easter/The Day After Judgement (by James Blish). The characters are walking through a city populated with near-naked men and women. Every so often a man goes up to a random woman and has sex with her. One of the characters is a sex-maniac, was fucking a succubus prior to Judgement Day, and this had him somewhat interested for a short time - until he realizes that the men and women fucking are both utterly bored with the process.

Hell indeed.

Hey, where'd all the men go?

Infantile

So a while back I wrote a post, pretty-much saying that there's no such thing as Hypergamy and that you could explain it simply through considering it to be learned bad behaviour - or not-learned good behaviour. Hold tight, I'm about to run a rasp across the nerves of every bad-behaviour wimminz out there...

I had the misfortune to run across some bad behaviour earlier today. In the form of children playing in a local park that I walk a short loop around (FitBit for the win and much needed to knock off a couple of kilos of Christmas cheer). Looked like three families, with only one man in attendance - picking the other two wimminz were single mommies, no way to be sure though.

Some young kids are playing with some toys, you can pretty-much guess what happens. Kid gets a toy, other kid decides he wants it, grab - kerfluffle - waaaaahhhh! "Don't worry little Jeremy, here, have this toy," coo's the momma. Kid grabs another toy to play with, other kid decides he wants it, grab - rinse and repeat.

Why do you think I Hate Other People's Kids was so popular? (No, that's not an Amazon Affiliate link - I live in NZ. Anyway, you readers don't need to buy it. Only teh wimminz are impulsive and stupid enough to require that book, and even that's only needed to provide them a moment's giggles and feelings of superiority over other wimminz.)

Now step back.

Turn.

Look at women.

Specifically: look at teh wimminz who chase other wimminz boyfriends/husbands/current fuck-buddy/etc.

If you believe in "Hypergamy" it states that women like pre-selected men, ie men that other women like. Because it's a handy shortcut to evaluating the value of a man.

Adultery. Cheating. Stealing another woman's man. Winning him back.

Look at those kids with the toy. Exact same mentality. "She has him. I want him! WAAAAHHHHH!!!"

This isn't hypergamy. It's fucking infantile.

TGI Friday Fucktard

Not me or anyone I know personally, thank goodness. No indeed.

So I'm heading off to the TGI Friday lunchtime chomp with friends, go park at my usual spot - a cul-de-sac where the car can be left for an hour and a half before the idiot parking wardens go nuts with the tickets.

Parked there - cockeyed illegally, across two parking zones - is some dipshit in a ute, with two cops. And the fucktard is arguing with the cops.

Some people are just too fucking stupid to get it.

So I wander off to go chomp down some lunch. Don't bother to listen to whatever lame excuses the fucktard is coming out with. Totally not relevant. When I come back, the ute is still there but no sign of the driver and cops.

Betcha the dipshit got himself arrested.

Some people you just can't help. Always keep in mind: these days, the cops are *not* your friends. As those who've been chucked in jail with a false rape or domestic violence allegation can testify. At best they're neutral, somewhat sympathetic perhaps.

Stick with a plain and simple "officer" (they're not in the army) and don't argue or give them any lip. No jokes, no crap, no nothing. Or you'll end up in worse strife than you already are - you never know who is having a bad day and you don't want to become his target.

I should do a review of "Being Invisible", the author has much better advice for dealing with cops. Mostly it's about being relaxed and telling the truth (not the *whole* truth perhaps, but generally the truth - or saying nothing at all). You see, these guys deal with liars all the time and can pretty-much pick up bullshit instantly.

'Cause you can be the most innocent guy out there but if you fuck it up through nervousness and idiocy...well, like in Beavis and Butthead Do America...

"I want a full body-cavity search - I'm talking rotary router!"

And *kersnap* as the rubber-gloves go on.