Month: December 2019

Incels vs. Internet Sirens

Lucy was never, ever going to let Charlie Brown kick that football.

And that golden unicorn NAWALT female you’re talking to online?  Same thing.

I was reminded of how this goes, in talking to a young man online today.  Our first interaction was a few days ago, when he challenged my open endorsement of MGTOW, and lectured me that there are still “good women” out there.  At first, I was thinking that this was another typical married tradcon who didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground about incel life, but then he tells me that he used to be MGTOW himself; then he asked me to give a message to a certain female – who frequents this same forum – that he misses her and is glad she’s okay.  I started to realize what he meant…  This particular female is, from all I could tell, pretty close to the “golden unicorn” or “golden NAWALT” archetype: 26 years old, blonde, model material, politically conservative, owns an AR-15,  is a Christian, knows how to cook, is a virgin, holds a Ph.D. and has a respectable career…  To top it all off, she’s not a catty bitch – she’s always your friend.  Yeah, imagine it.  Oh I know what you’re thinking…as the old saying goes, even the most beautiful girl in the world…some man somewhere is sick of her bullshit; but from what I could tell about her (granted, not a whole lot) you’re probably not going to find anything closer to the true golden NAWALT than this.  Fortunately for me, I’m old enough and jaded enough not to get my own hopes up, and my own rule about not exchanging contact information with females online was upheld; but we couldn’t say the same for this young man.  He and I got to talking about the situation, and he wouldn’t go into detail, except to say that he and her got “extremely close” and were talking to each other all the time…but, only online, not in person.  He said that they didn’t have a falling out per se, but that they were now incommunicado – clearly something happened but he wouldn’t get into it, and I didn’t press him.  Simply put, he misses her, and he’s hurting.

I told him of the time when I was talking to a female over the internet whom I thought I was really clicking with, even to the point where we were having phone calls up to 12 hours long.  I told him how, right about the time when we were in serious talks for me to get on a plane and go to her, she threw an out-of-nowhere curve ball provocation at me, blew it all up, and ties were suddenly cut.  It’s like one of those videos of the guy carrying the big cake, and someone sticks their foot out and trips him.  For me, this would have been a survivable incident, were it not for the fact that right at the same time, I was in between medications and went through what I now realize was a really bad serotonin crash.  My emotional stability and rational thinking was badly compromised right at the wrong time, and to make a long story short, I was absolutely convinced that she had committed suicide.  At no time before or since have I been that low, or cried my eyes out like that.  Relief didn’t come until she gave me a much appreciated fuck-you e-mail the next day.  One might think that it’s a shame to have had my social and psychiatric states both go bad at the same time like that, but the severity of it kept me from ever forgetting it.  I don’t know how much of that I was able to impress upon this young man, because it’s hard to be talked out of sadness, but it’s a good opportunity to reflect on these things.

Now, let’s get down to business, and lay out the rules of how this long-distance, internet siren stuff works:

  1. Males and females both seek validation, but while validation for men comes in the form of sex, validation for females comes in the form of attention – the pursuit of them by the males.
  2. Needless to say (but we’ll list it anyway) females can get all of the validation they want over the internet and the phone, and in fact, they probably prefer it that way because it means they don’t have to pay the piper, so to speak.
  3. If a woman is actually going to go through with making physical contact with a man she knows online:
    1. It’s going to be a bad boy/Chad, who meets the minimum requirements, i.e. he’s tall, he has a chip on his shoulder, he has a high pre-selection score/history, he projects dominance over other males, etc.
    2. She’s likely going to be the one flying out to him, not the other way around.
  4. If you don’t meet the criteria in #3, here’s how it’s going to go: you’re going to give her all of the free attention she can consume, and then she’s going to find a way to throw you in the ditch – likely in a way that makes not only you think that it was your fault, but convinces her of that as well.

These females are nothing but internet sirens.  It’s not as if they are “evil” necessarily, but nonetheless, they pose a real practical hazard for incels, and frankly, they should be avoided.  They’re getting their emotional and psychological needs met by stringing along guys who are hundreds or thousands of miles away, and then discarding them and moving on to others who will simp them.  Do they even know the harm they cause?  Guys…that doesn’t even matter.  They’re not going to stop, and so the admonishment remains: don’t get entangled with them.  You see, they’re basically like what used to be called tarts – females who had a reputation for being temptresses, sluts, and running guys around – except that these ones don’t even have to make any physical contact with the poor suckers who get caught in the vortex.  It’s all good, clean fun now, thanks to technology.  Back in the old days, all civilizations across the globe understood the harm that female behavior like this caused…but that lore is long forgotten, and people these days don’t even recognize it as such because there’s no in-person contact, and so it’s assumed to be harmless.  Everyone has been re-educated into thinking that all of the liabilities of promiscuity come in the form of disease and pregnancy, so they think this is all harmless.  I guess it is harmless, for the females; the males incur real damage from it, but who cares?  They don’t matter.  Males are disposable.  These guys are unattractive anyway, and as we’ve heard, they “nice guy” is actually sinister, so I guess deserve it – just more good pussy for Chad & Tyrone.

Anyway, the truth is that even if you do find that NAWALT unicorn, it doesn’t mean anything for you personally.  All you’ll know is how good of a wife some other guy is going to get – some tall, cocky beefcake with his hat on backwards.  But how do you know?  The most practical way to tell is not by looking at her, but looking at yourself, and realizing where you fit in the game.  You don’t even have to get out the tape measure, and see tall you are (you though I was going to say measure your dick, didn’t you…heh) or take a personality test to find out if you’re a bad boy or a milquetoast “nice guy” – all you need to do is an assessment of your own relationship history: if you’ve been a sub-beta up to this point, like a gamma or omega incel…nothing is going to change.  It’s not going to happen.  When you meet what you think is the “perfect woman” online, it doesn’t matter – you’re going to watch her come and then go, just like all the others.  You’re not going to meet her in real life, the planets are not going to align…  After she vanishes into the digital ether, you’re going to be right back where you started: incel.  In fact, you will have never left where you started!  Even if she makes you think that you stand out in her eyes, and you’ve actually got a chance, you don’t.  It’s not going to happen.

People probably think I’m saying this stuff to smash dreams.  No, I’m not.  If I can save even one guy from touching that hot stove, yet again, it’s all worth it.

What can I say?  When I see guys out there – good men like the one I mentioned at the beginning of this – it pains me to see the same script played out yet again.  Someone has to say something.  I know what he was feeling…it reminds me of an old song…

 

Gender Attraction Differential – Prime Mover of the Human Sexual Apocalypse

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vqRbScCIPU

The upshot is this: using data from Tinder and OKCupid, we have discovered that men peg roughly 50% of females as above-average attractiveness, and the remaining 50% below – a bull’s eye shot of reasonable judgment; meanwhile, females peg roughly 80% of men as below-average attractiveness.  When male attractiveness is weighted by average income level, and compared to the same figures for females in a transfer function, we can now see that a large percentage of females must necessarily think that they are far above the level of sexual market value than that of their boyfriend/husband – they think they’re marrying down (hypogamy), in a bad way, which inevitably leads to marriage and relationship instability and doom.

Unlike the author, Colttain, I’m not going to rely on this model to compete with other theories that explain the breakdown of gender relations, but rather to complement them.  Between this and other solid insights, we have more than enough to understand what happened between the genders and what accounts for the rise of incel and MGTOW.  This is a very large piece of the puzzle, delineated more clearly than ever before, but it doesn’t tell the whole story.  While this interpretation of innate sexually dymorphic psychology, as he puts it, explains what you could think of as the water filling the reservoir, the sexual and divorce revolutions of the past 50 years describe the dam, holding that water, giving way.  While some married men managed to stay afloat in the reservoir (more power to them), divorced men are the ones washed downstream in the flood, and some of them drown; incels are the ones left sinking in the mud at the opposite end of the half-emptied reservoir, and some will tragically suffocate there; and MGTOW is the high and dry ground, for those who manage to reach it.

Just as F. Roger Devlin has said, female sexuality has been liberated.  It has been turned loose, to go in whatever direction it wants.  Millions of men were going to end up getting hit by the consequences.

What’s next?
Probably polygamy.

Sugar Baby vs. “Incel”

Just watch.  You won’t fucking believe this.  This is like a parody.  But it’s not.  This is real life.  Follow the subtext, because everything else about it makes less-than-zero sense.

I mean, there are so many things one could say about this…so many points could be made here.  I don’t even know where to begin.  Should I make a short list?

  1. Females now label any guy they hate an “incel”.
  2. Females like this cause others to get raped for real.
  3. Females are not good readers, contrary to everything you’ve ever heard.
  4. It’s better to be a real incel (not the 6′ 3″ blue-eyed Chad in her story) than to put oneself through this.
  5. Between the stripper pole in her room, the mug that says “WHITE MALE TEARS”, and the constant reference to her “ancestuz”…yeah, you get it.
  6. I have to concede that this video is a score for the looksists.  I mean when you have a female despise everything about a guy’s personality and still get to the point of almost fucking him anyway…?
  7. You want to talk about #metoo?  A female could break into your house at night, pull a gun on you and jump on your dick, and still think you raped her.
  8. Humanity is indeed devolving back to neanderthals.

It’s hard to know whether to rejoice or mourn after seeing this.  If her father ever sees this, he’ll hill himself.  Actually he probably doesn’t even know her.  He probably is a dirt bag who doesn’t give a shit.

Penis Size, Appearance, and Shrinkage

New survey data on what women look for in a penis…do we buy it?

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/men/the-filter/11755462/Why-your-penis-size-doesnt-matter-but-appearance-does.html

When it comes to the downstairs department, it seems that men have been fretting about the wrong thing.

Rather than worrying about the length of their penis, men should be concerned with the way it looks in the mirror – if a new scientific research paper is to be believed.

Doctors from the University Children’s Hospital, in Zurich, Switzerland asked 105 women from different age groups to rate the importance of eight different aspects of the penis. These included: length, girth, shape, position of the meatus (the place where urine leaves the body), appearance of pubic hair and general cosmetic appearance.

Of the eight catagories, length only rated as the sixth most important aspect to the women, while girth was rated third.

Top of the table was cosmetic appearance and pubic hair appearance.

The least important aspect was the position of the meatus.

In the same study, published in the Journal of Sexual Medicine, the doctors investigated the cosmetic effectiveness of hypospadias surgery, which realigns the position of the meatus for men who were born with a urethra that exits the body on the shaft of the penis, rather than the tip.

They found that when looking at photos of penises, the women were unable to tell which had undergone the corrective operation.

“These findings may stimulate reflections regarding the relevance of surgical correction of the meatus in minor forms of hypospadias,” wrote the study’s authors, before noting that the women in the study were not exposed to photos of noncorrected hypospadias.

“Although men with and without hypospadias are often concerned about their penile size, in the present study, penile length was not considered as very relevant by women.

“Other studies have confirmed that most women find penile size ‘unimportant’ or even ‘totally unimportant’ and that most women are satisfied with their partner’s penis size.”

Unfortunately, the doctors were not able to elucidate upon what exactly constitutes a good cosmetic appearance for a penis

But wait! That’s not all.. A link to another article below is just as interesting…

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/men/active/mens-health/11347995/Penises-are-getting-smaller-fact-or-fiction.html

One of the delights of being editor of the Telegraph’s Men section is that you can use your contributors to settle office arguments.

And so it was that my editor emailed me to ask whether men’s penises have got smaller over the last few generations. Someone in the office thought they’d read it somewhere, others weren’t so sure. Presumably a quick show-and-tell in the toilet didn’t settle anything.

Penises come in all shapes and sizes, always have done and always will.

I spent as long as I could bear checking out the research, and although the theory that penises are getting smaller is quite widespread, especially in Italy, it doesn’t seem to be backed up by hard evidence. Men have always measured their penises, and jammed a ruler in so tightly to convince themselves they nudge six inches that it leaves a ‘Helix mark’, but not many have gone public with their findings.

Scientists can’t agree on the correct way and state of firmness to measure a penis but observational studies of men who make a living from pornography would suggest that penises at the far end of the normal curve have actually got bigger over the years. In vintage pornography, a penis is commonly the size of a baby’s arm holding an apple. In the modern porn, it’s not unusual to see a full-sized draft excluder.

Science of course requires proper measurement. The average erect gorilla penis is only 3cm (1.25 inches) long, the average chimp sports 8cm erect and the average human penis today stands at around 13cm. However, primates other than man have a bone in their penis that is good to go anytime, whereas men have a highly complex system relying on nerves, chemical transmitters, pumps, blood supply, spongey tissues, thoughts and feelings all to come together at the same time.

Not easy, which is why it will fail in all men at some stage.

We don’t have much data on adult male penis size from 60 years ago, despite Alfred Kinsey’s efforts. However what we do know is that men are living a lot longer and carrying more weight than they used to. Sixty years ago, half of us died before the age of 65. Now one in three of us live to 100.

When previously we might have gone out with a bang at the retirement party, many of us are having to carry our penises around for another 30 years or more.

The older penis droops more, just as all parts of the body seem to hang down lower, but it doesn’t always stand up and swell like it used to and so may appear smaller. Drugs like Viagra can help a failing erection, as can a cock ring. Indeed, any penis is capable of expanding hugely if it has enough blood in it. A cock ring stops the blood escaping but you should never have it on for more than half an hour and always choose one with handles. If you just put the ring on, you might not get it off again. It swells up like a wedding ring on a septic finger, and eventually turns black. It’s an emergency, but one that your local casualty department could probably do without at the moment.

A big belly makes your penis look smaller, and if you can’t see it at all when you look down you need to get a grip quickly. You’re at high risk of type two diabetes and arterial disease, which can also affect the frequency and firmness of your erections.

The bottom line is that a good erection is a sign of good physical and mental health, but for most women, your smile and smell are far more important than actual size.

Creativity, love, laughter, soap and good communication are much faster route to a happy love life than six months alone in the dark with a penis enlarger. Trust me.

No, we know better than to trust that silly advice.  Science has proven that smiling men are less attractive that brooding men.

Where do they find these people?!

 

 

 

The Black Pill of Hope

The black pill is nihilistic, only if you think that female validation and sexual success are the only things that matter in life – otherwise, it’s the path to a rebirth that you’d never find with the red or blue pill.

Black pill = hope.  It’s hope for everything beyond intimate relationships that is worth living for.

black-pill

I used to think the “black pill” was the invention of the artist formerly known as Omega Virgin Revolt, as some kind of red pill for black guys (typical self-segregation – certain black guys who need their own black version of everything) but even if I got that story right, everyone now knows it as the incels’ final resignation to a life of sexual failure and sexual nihilism.

Why is that so bad, for an incel?
Why are noncels so afraid of incels taking this pill?

You’ll probably get different answers on that from different noncels.  If you asked a male noncel this question, he’s probably going to immediately assume that you’re an incel, try to make the conversation about you, and appoint himself as your new dating coach.  If you asked a female noncel (and if she’s not too creeped out to answer and doesn’t call the cops on you) she’d probably tell you that it leads to “violence against womyn” and “male supremacy” and a bunch of other regurgitated claptrap from the mainstream or her womyn’s studies classes.  If you asked a Protestant preacher or other loudmouthed tradcon, they might tell you that western society desperately needs to get its fertility numbers back up, because we need more worker bees (but not his kids – they’re going to Harvard) and maybe you’ll get a subtextual vibe about Islam filling the vacuum if we don’t.  At least the tradcon’s answer would be somewhat honest and coherent, even if aligns with their own interests more than yours.  There are also some with obvious reasons, like RSD/PUA snake oil salesmen, and internet sirens who get incels to simp them, so they can be attention leeches.

Noncels have their reasons for wanting incels to keep running on the hamster wheel of futility, and it’s possible that an underlying psychological motivator may be that they simply want to see you continue to lose at a game they continue to win.  After all, how can there be winners without losers?  What fun is a loser who won’t play anymore?  If he stops playing, he stops losing, and if he stops losing, he’s not a loser anymore – never mind what nursery rhymes they tell you about sportsmanship.  It’s more like a bunch of players at a poker table, who can see that you have a losing hand, and telling you not to fold.  Let’s have some reality for once.

The black pill should be viewed as the incels’ MGTOW – the prudent realization akin to how sometimes a limb needs to be amputated to save the rest of the body.  Certain pursuits in life need to be abandoned in order to make the most of whatever else life has to offer.  When a person has a consistent pattern of abject failure at a particular pursuit, it’s only reasonable to abandon that pursuit at some point, especially past an age where it makes any sense to keep pursuing it.  There are radio commercials in the US for insurance that narrate the fictitious stories of people who practiced and practiced a sport, with big dreams in mind, “Until one day, he decided he just wasn’t that good at _____,” then throwing out the consolation that they saved by switching insurance.  Well, when it comes to sexuality, you shouldn’t have to wait until half your life is behind you, and you couldn’t even hypothetically have a relationship with any fertility in mind, before you ashcan that dream and grab hold of the next train out of the station, headed somewhere that at least might end up being worthwhile.  An incel is a man who was dealt a losing hand with females, and it’s his right to fold, and save his chips for another table.  Of course, noncels will never agree with or understand this decision, but it’s your life, not theirs.

In fact…that’s probably what’s at the core of the noncels’ problem with the black pill.  You’re talking about a vocal majority of people who cannot relate to the idea of a life without intimacy that is worth living.  Being faced with a truly solitary life is far, far too grim for most of them to contemplate.  Now of course, it’s not like getting into that head space is easy for incels either – especially younger ones, which is understandable – but it’s going to be categorically impossible for a noncel to try on that idea.  They therefore assume that ending up in a place like that is tantamount to damnation, leading to suicide at best, and mass murder at worst.  If only they realized how much better off incels would be if they’d keep their ignorance to themselves, and just quietly celebrate that they will never have to face it…

But what about the fertility and replacement rate?  And what about all the females who need someone to support them?  And what about the Muslims hordes?!

Well, what about all that?  What’s an incel going to do about any of that?  I mean honestly, those are all someone else’s problems – no, really, they are.  Go talk to the alphas and Chads about that.  Just one of them can do all the repopulating work of a thousand incels (females would prefer that anyway).  Better yet, talk to the females about that – it is with the female gender that these problems started, so that’s where the solution should be applied, hadn’t it?  The last people who should have to worry about the macro issues of family and reproduction, as it relates to the fate of civilization, are the incels.  They’re in no position to do anything.  The only way you could give incels the power to do anything about it would be to do like Turd Flinging Monkey always insists, and take away women’s rights and sexual autonomy – that’s the only way you’re going to get females to reproduce with gamma and omega incels.  Now, whether or not the revocation of women’s rights is the only way to save Western civilization is a discussion for another time and place; but we can say, right here and now, that given the status quo of females holding the prerogative of sexual selection (and deselection), expecting male incels to do anything about the population situation is out of the question.  Sure, they can “care” I suppose – nothing wrong with taking sides in an obvious fight – but it’s like caring about an election you can’t vote in.  I guess it’s the thought that counts…I don’t know…

What it all boils down to is what kind of medicine is in the black pill that you’re taking.  Will you take the poison of self-destruction…or the medicine that stops you from beating a dead horse, and allows you to be all that you were destined to be, wasting no time with what you’re not?

That’s a choice you can make, with open eyes.
My advice? You should obviously take the latter option.

Fold your hand, and take your chips elsewhere.  There are more tables in the casino of life.