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Women Are Abandoning Marriage Because Men Suck So Hard Evidently

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How do you find your missing half when you’re already perfect as is?

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There’s this hilarious scene in Curb Your Enthusiasm where Larry is over a friend’s house eating dinner and he notices that the glass of water he’s drinking is unfiltered from the tap. This petty but not unimportant observation leads to his host being offended, and Larry (surprise, surprise) getting kicked out.

You just can’t win with people like Larry. You serve them a nice dinner in a nice apartment with good friends and fun conversation, and they’ll still find some unforgivable flaw in your presentation that crumbles the whole affair.

What does this have to do with the point of this article? Well, it would seem many women have essentially become a bunch of Larry Davids, while men are that distasteful unfiltered tap water. Except while Larry David remains cuddly and lovable despite his eccentricities and obsessions with behaviorial minutiae, this whole “men ain’t up to snuff” refrain we keep hearing is getting old and ugly and obnoxious, not to mention making women actually come off looking worse.

According to the Wall Street Journal, “American Women Are Giving Up On Marriage.” A title written as if it should be blasted by a bullhorn atop a castle wall and met with wailing and gnashing of teeth by sackcloth-wearing commoners in the streets below.

However, I think a more honest title would be what I wrote in the sub-title section above: “How do you find your missing half when you’re already perfect as is?”

These types of rah-rah-women articles pop up now and again like herpes sores, and like that STI, they ain’t ever going away. Nor should they. It’s good to be reminded that women are surpassing men and that men are falling woefully behind and that women are so clearly better and have tons of options and that men suck and blah, blah, blah. Afterall, women’s clear superiority may not be readily evident to us boorish and ignorant men with our thick skulls. We must be constantly reminded of women’s superiority and our unfiltered tap waterness lest our puny male brains forget. Frankly, I’d be disappointed if I didn’t see these articles constantly.

I’ll spare you the details of this latest update on the state of the Überfem. It’s your standard, “women are making more money and graduating with more degrees while the pool of men in similar economic positions is shrinking” celebrat — or, lament. Basically, we’re suffering from an epidemic of unworthy, unmarriagable male losers! Meanwhile, the number of elite world-beating boss babes has never been higher.

A 29-year-old woman says of house hunting and having kids:

“I’m financially self-sufficient enough to do these things myself,” said Vorlicek, a Boston-based accountant. “I’m willing to accept being single versus settling for someone who isn’t the right fit.”

Well, given the absurdly low-barrier to qualify for mortgage loans, virtually anyone is financially self-sufficient enough to “buy” a home if they have a job and a pulse, so I’m not sure how much of a flex that really is anymore.

But let’s examine the glaring contradiction in her statement. This lady is NOT okay with settling with a full-grown man who “isn’t the right fit.” Okay, fair enough. However, she IS okay with giving birth to a child, who could end up being any random personality, good or bad, and to whom she’ll be legally and physically responsible for, and unable to extricate herself from without severe difficulty.

I mean, at least with the man you can dump or divorce him and make him go away (eventually). A kid is kind of stuck in your life FOREVER. Or at least for 18 years.

I could be wrong, but what I’m picking up subtextually from this almost-thirty-lady is a pathological need for control. What kind of a person is incapable of managing the vagaries of an adult relationship, but feels they are finely suited for taking on the rearing of a child? Children as we know never present any difficulties whatsoever. They are houseplants, really. Stick them in the corner and just forget about them.

No, seriously, you’d have to be some kind of anti-social asshole control freak to actually think that.

This next lady was confronted with a simple directive from her mama bear: Get a boyfriend by Christmas. But she ran into complications:

Katie spent the first half of 2024 going on three or four dates a week with men she met on apps, such as Hinge and Bumble, in the hopes of finding a husband before turning 30. By the end of the year, she had ramped down the search, calling it “the only thing you can put 10,000 hours into and end up right where you started.”

[Bold-face above mine]

Three or four dates a week? For the first half of the year? Hmmm…let me break out the abacus for this one. Thirteen weeks…three or four a week. That adds up to anywhere between 39 to 52 dates in total.

Mind you, these are NOT just random men. These are the men that SHE chose from the vast sea of spermatozoa via the apps. These are the cream of the crop, no pun intended. Yet none measured up after a real-life meeting in the flesh? Seriously? None?

NOTE: If you can’t find an acceptable partner amongst a pool of prescreened applicants that YOU chose for fifty dates, most likely YOU are the problem, not them.

But no, let’s hear the cope:

Many of the men Katie met, she said, either seemed turned off by her ambition or weren’t career-oriented enough for her. She felt discouraged by just how many of her male friends similarly said they expect their future wives to prioritize their families over their jobs.

By the way, Katie’s big professional ambition is running Lume, a “leadership coaching startup” in NYC. I tried looking it up and the only companies I found with the name Lume were a cannabis dispensary in Michigan and some site that sells women’s deodorant. Since I’m sure Katie’s Lume is a highly lucrative elite consulting empire and surely not just a couple gals gabbing away in a rent-by-the-hour office somewhere, I’ll just assume this glaring oversight on Google’s part in not ranking it on the front page is due to sexism and misogyny.

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This next young, er, middle-aged rather, lady, laments a failed relationship, saying:

“He wanted the white picket fence and me at home with the kids,” Jones said. This despite the fact that her salary was nearly 50% higher than his.

Jones is 38, and from her picture, bordering on obese. In other words, she likely has a narrow chance of becoming pregnant and carrying a child fully to term without luck or expensive IVF treatments anyway. So, I’m not sure where her former BF got off thinking she was going to be having kids anytime soon. I’d say that ship has sailed. And since we don’t know her salary, we don’t know how much more she makes than her ex-beau. But it’s not like she’d have to become a dreaded stay at home mom forever. Likely just for a few years until the kid is old enough to go to school on their own. Then she can return to work. Millions of women do this every year. It sounds like her former BF was just concerned that his child would have a committed parent there for him or her for the first few critical years of their life. I say good on him and hope he found someone better.

This next lady is 33 and has a five-year-old from an ex, but she frets she won’t be able to find anyone because:

She has yet to date anyone else in part because she worries about living in a red state with a six-week abortion ban. “I have a child that I can’t leave behind to drive to Virginia if I had a pregnancy scare, and I definitely can’t afford another child as a single mom,” she said.

LOL. Fucking LMAO.

In addition to the litany of criteria men must worry about qualifying for in a relationship, now we must contend with being rejected solely because some lady can’t run to the nearest kill-a-kiddo center in the offchance our rigorous premarital boning results in an unexpected pregnancy?

“Hey Bob, why’d your last girlfriend dump you?”

“Because Planned Parenthood was two states away!”

Imagine hearing that.

What kind of low lifes is this lady fucking? No, let me put it another way. Why would you be okay with fucking a guy but not okay with him babysitting your kid for a few hours while you dash across state lines for the ol’ vag vacu-suck? That’s essentially what she’s saying here. If he’s not responsible enough to babysit your kid, then maybe you shouldn’t be fucking him. Just a thought.

Here’s the deal. When you’re consistently presented with dozens of partner options; when you’re in your late 30s and you’ve sampled a buffet of male suitors for two decades; when you’ve been through college and had one opportunity after another to partner up; when you live in a fucking major city and you still can’t find a guy who “measures up,” it’s not because there aren’t quality guys. It’s because you’re a picky, unsatisfiable asshole. You’re a female Larry David. That is who you are. Only not funny. Not cuddly. And not lovable.

And to quote the hostess from that Curb scene, “I think you should leave.” Thank you.

Dear Broke Old Men Knocking Up Young Women In South East Asia: You’re Not Mick Jagger

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Cradle-robbing, wrinkly, and penniless sad sacs are giga-generating single moms and fatherless kids in SEA. That is some bullshit right there.

For a guy who sings about not getting any satisfaction, Rolling Stones frontman, the legendary (and knighted) Mick Jagger actually has eight kids. His latest, named Deveraux Octavian Basil Jagger, arrived back in 2016 when the singer was freaking 73 years old. At the time his partner, American ballerina Melanie Hamrick, was 29 years old.

To that I say, good for you, buddy. With the population plummeting across most of the world, we need stone cold Sperminator’s like the old Mickster firing on all cylinders, so to speak. Afterall, the guy’s got to be a billionaire at this point. He’s been a rock and roll legend for over five decades. If he croaks tomorrow, he’ll be leaving an enormous estate to his wife and children. I bet each of his kids already has a $50M+ trust fund in their name ready to go for fast cars, vintage clothing, and high-quality blow, or whatever it is trust fund babies get up to these days.

While a massive pile of cash can never replace your one and only father, it certainly goes very far in securing you a comfortable existence, and allows you to appreciate the legacy of your sire.

But is this good idea for every old guy out there with a solid sperm count?

Having children in your 70s as a man, while biologically possible, is fraught with various risks and downsides. Chiefly that you likely won’t be around to see your kids grow up, or won’t be in any kind of shape to do so anyway. It’s hard to play catch with a 12-year-old when you’re in a nursing home hooked up to an IV.

But hey, love is love, and if you’re a guy like Jagger with “wealth and taste” and still able to get that sweet, sweet honey, I say go for it.

However, pulling a Mick Jagger is not something that can work or should work for most men. Which brings me to my point of outrage in this article.

What the fuck is up with broke and old ass loser geriatrics knocking up young hotties in South East Asia, and then leaving behind penniless single moms and fatherless children after they croak?

There’s an old guy I follow on YouTube who lives in the Philippines. He chronicles his experiences there, interviews other expats, and shares pearls of widom about love, life, money, and getting older. He’s married to a beautiful Filipina in her 20s. Just this year his wife gave birth to a son.

But just recently, this guy died unexpectedly from a stroke and heart attack at the tender age of 69.

I won’t name or link to the channel out of respect for the friends and family of the guy. He had an interesting life story. He moved to the Philippines about five years ago out of desperation, unemployed, broke, with only social security, needing to live in a place with a very low cost of living. But most importantly wanting to restart his life somewhere after years of health and employment problems in the States. He’d been divorced for some time, and had grown children. After settling in, he started his YouTube channel, which eventually blew up and has nearly 100,000 followers now.

Now, I liked this guy, don’t get me wrong. He was a model expat in some ways. Productive, enterprising, intelligent, and contributing back to his adoptive country. However, his wife and a friend posted a video where they announced his passing, and then proceeded to ask for donations to a PayPal link for help during this tough time. This guy was not totally broke. He was living off SS and YouTube revenue. But now with him gone his wife is a single mom and will likely have to move back in with her parents. She has no financial support. They intend to probably keep his channel going, but YouTube channels die quick deaths if you don’t post regularly, and even “successful” channels don’t all make a lot of money. This poor woman is only in her late 20s. She still has a long life ahead of her. Worst of all, this infant child will now grow up without ever knowing his father.

I’m sorry, but that is some bullshit. I don’t have a problem with age gaps in relationships. Even wide ones like this guy and his wife had. I don’t even care so much if these old farts are knocking these young women up. However, if you’re going to do that, you’d better have plenty of resources to leave behind if/when you die, so that, you know, you don’t leave your wife and offspring in dire fucking straits.

Obviously this old guy was going to die way before his young wife. It’s great that he met someone and fell in love and had a kid. But you have to take into account the problems you’re creating when you leave your family nothing. The Philippines, and South East Asia in general, is filled with impoverished single moms who got either got ditched by expats, or the expat up and died. Many old men go over there and find relationships with younger women. That’s all fine. But let’s not pretend that these women are not naive about the risks. Many of them just want to have a White baby with a foreigner. They don’t care or are not aware of how screwed they can get.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy old guys are able to make a go of the expat life over there. I’m happy these old guys are able to restart their lives. But let’s not pretend the West is “sending its best” over there. Most of these guys are broke losers who wouldn’t get a glance from women their own age back home. Most of these guys are barely getting by on pensions or SS. Many of the Filipinas over there don’t realize that, of course. They just see a Western guy and think that’s their ticket to security. Or they see a White guy and want their shot at a mixed-race baby with White genes. I’ve visited the Philippines before myself. Fuck how these YouTubers glamorize that tropical country, people are desperate as hell over there.

I grew up without ever knowing my real father. There isn’t a day that goes by where it doesn’t hurt that I lost that opportunity. While I’ve since connected with my dad, who’s still alive and active, this expat guy’s son will never have that chance. I think it’s very foolish and irresponsible to leave your wife and kids in that situation like this expat guy did. But he’s not the only one. There’ are thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of old dudes doing the same thing, and leaving these women and children behind in the same conditions, if not worse.

I’m not saying you’ve got to be a multi-millionaire if you’re a geriatric with plans for having a late family. But you’d better have enough so your wife isn’t going on the internet with a virtual change cup and asking internet strangers for alms for the poor. What the hell kind of a legacy is that to leave behind?

Should Men Only Get Married After They’re Financially Secure?

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The status of men today.

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Men occupy a strange Twilight Zone social status nowadays. On the one hand, we’re constantly barraged by charges of “toxic masculinity” while also many of us are simultaneously called “incels.” We’re both useless but also needed to serve as providers. Family courts see men largely as cash cows. The vast majority of divorces and child custody hearings favor women, at least in financial terms. Sometimes the child(ren) must stay with the mom because they are are still physically dependent on her. But most times it’s simply because men make the most money, and are therefore target-rich environments to scheming lawyers.

We’re a polarized, hierarchy-divided species. We’re either Alpha Male Chads (a small minority) or low-grade beta simps (the majority). Most of us are considered “ugly” by women, at least if reports from some dating app research are to be believed.

We’re a relic of the patriarchal past. Yet it is men who largely perform all the sweaty blue-collar labor that keeps society running. Who’s driving all those big rigs across the highways? It’s like 85% men. Same with plumbers, electricians, oilfield workers, etc. We do most of the work that keeps civilization humming.

And yet, despite performing so many essential functions in society, many men remain invisible, single, and alone these days. Relegated to acting as background code in the matrix of the universe, as it were.

Perhaps there are too many of us. In centuries past, many young men were sent off to war, where they died in battle or from disease. Or men went off to sea, encountering a variety of lethal dangers. China infamously enacted a one child policy years ago that favored male offspring. Now the country has a glut of men and not enough women to meet balanced mating needs, leading to a population crisis.

Most men in the past had to endure a culling process of some kind that thinned the herd a bit. Not now. The draft ended in the 1970s and there hasn’t been a war in the West since that’s required calling up millions of soldiers. At least not yet.

Meanwhile, women have made strides toward “equality,” if one believes such a thing can exist between the sexes. Women make more money and occupy more positions of authority. The result on the mating market has been seismic. Women are more selective on who they commit to long-term, and more prone to just staying single. Many are happy to wait until their 30s and even beyond for “Mr. Right.”

This new choice dynamic has favored high-status men, while often leaving many average men in the dust. It’s become like an arms race between the top-shelf men and women, with few winners, and many staying single and alone. Birth rates have dropped hugely, and as a result native populations around the West have declined. Even when people do get married today, they have far fewer children than before. Often only one or two, which barely keeps up the replacement rate.

No one wants to see a return to bloody wars and deadly maritime activities that saw the demise of millions of men over the centuries. But given the intense competition many young men face in the dating world, perhaps it’s better they turn their attention to leveling up financially and professionally before trying secure a long-term partner.

Men often go into the modern dating market completely unprepared for its harsh demands. They waste their time shooting their shot into the void of dating apps. Or they chase after women who just aren’t into them. Then they despair when they don’t gain traction.

It’s a costly blunder with often a net negative outcome, this ruthless pursuit of women in youth. Imagine if all that early to mid-20s energy were directed toward business enterprises, collegiate excellence, gymmaxxing, networking, hobby procurement, or at the least a fierce dedication to one’s job or industry. Instead, hours and dollars are wasted on chasing the siren call of “true love.”

Much time is wasted on other pointless things, too, of course. Things like video games, porn, binge drinking, TV, Netflix, movie marathons, and more. But much of the aforementioned is in the “blowing off steam” category. Often done after work or as a way to relieve stress. Not necessarily intentional with the end goal being a lifelong commitment to another person, offspring, and major lifestyle changes.

Though I disagree with the Red Pill’s often corrosive, schizoidal, and cynical outlook toward life and women in general, I do tend to affirm a lot of its generic be-your-best-isms and level-upping maxims for men. Men tend to do best when grouped in strict and clearly defined roles while directed by a forceful leader or “coach.” This is why men thrive on sports teams, military units, business squads, and other places that foster a brotherhood. The Red Pill sort of approximates this tribal dynamic.

You have to remember that most men today grew up with either absentee fathers or a limited fatherly presence, often while being raised by a single mother or by a dominant mother. All while going to school with most likely mainly female teachers. Women can complain all they want about men “sucking” today, but women by and large raised the current generation of men. So who’s to blame?

Anyway, back to the pursuit of marriage. Personally, I feel as a man that there are two best scenarios when it comes finding a partner. The most ideal is you find someone in your youth and stay together for life. I think it’s a shame that few people today have the opportunity, or even look for the chance, to find someone when they are really young. Instead they spurn that by screwing around, only to find themselves alone going into the dark early years of adulthood. Young love is the best kind, though it’s often not taken seriously. Granted, it’s rare for most people anymore. How many people meet their significant other in high school? Very few. I’m not embarassed to admit that as a teen I was a naive romantic myself, often dreaming of finding “the one.” Of course, like many male teens during that age period, I was a hot mess. I had neither the maturity nor means to manage such a situation. Nor was I ever seriously “in the game” to begin with, if we’re being honest. I never even had dates for the proms. But for those few who are and who find the right person, I say go for it.

The next ideal avenue is the ol’ seek your fame and fortune first before seriously seeking a mate option. This is actually the course many women choose today, though economics and the intense individualism of Western culture often forces the “choice” upon them. Often they forego marriage, children, even relationships in general, in favor of career and college. That leaves them with a much narrower reproductive window of opportunity.

But what is the alternative for women? Abandon their own careers for average schmucks who barely make $50,000 a year to be stay-at-homes with three and four kids? With today’s inflation? You can see the dilemma. Unless the guy is a real prize, he’s probably not worth lowering the drawbridge. Unless he’s just a rent-a-dick for the night.

I can’t speak to what women should or shouldn’t do, as I’m not a woman. But I think if you’re a man today the second option —become the best prize you can be — is the only practical route for most, really, as it provides the most optionality. Men may not go through a war or sea gauntlet today, but perhaps they need some kind of proving ordeal. Not in some fairy-tale-win-the-princess sense. But in a becoming a responsible adult person capable of dealing with the shit life throws at you sense.

The ugly alternative is this current “bottlenecking” of the mating market. I suspect my proposed male recession from the dating scene is actually already occurring. Except instead of self-improvement and leveling up, many men are regressing into an infantile state, playing video games, or substituting porn for human intimacy. Perhaps a gradual dawdling away into oblivion via mindless entertainment and distraction is the new war and sea gene filtering mechanism. Evolution does not seek sit-arounders, edible munchers, chronic masturbators, and button-mashers, but men with a plan. Heroes not zeroes.

Online Dating Profile Clichés That Annoy The Hell Out Of Me

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They’re also what’s possibly killing the dating app industry.

“She’s fluent in sarcasm, too? That’s the third one in ten minutes.” (Made with Midjourney)

Online dating is a pathetic slog anymore. Which is why I gave it up years ago. It’s like rummaging through the junk drawer looking for your favorite keyring, and instead finding a rusty pair of scissors, chewed-up No. 2 pencils, and a coupon for Lay’s Potato Chips that expired 18 months ago.

Dating apps make it easy to doom scroll through infinite faces, thumbing left or right with snap decisions. Though I found it was often what was written (or the lack thereof) in the bios that put me off, no matter the attractiveness of the face. People put so little thought into their profiles when it’s all you have to go on.

Your writing reveals a lot about you. What and how you write can indicate your intelligence, wit, self-awareness, education, social class, and perhaps even your character.

Here are some annoying cliché phrases I came across far too often, and my no-holds-barred opinions of them.

“If you want to know more, just ask.”

Thank God, because I have a detailed census questionnaire to send your way.

I mean, of course if I want to know more, I’ll just ask. No shit. That’s the whole idea of using an online index of random single people. Do you think if I find your profile and become interested but I DON’T see an invitation to “just ask” I’ll just be stuck wondering what to do next like a Sim person walking in place against a wall?

“ . ”

No, that’s not a mistake. I’ve really come across profiles with nothing on them except a simple period. Yes, some people do this with the intention of filling in their bio later, but I’ve seen it on profiles I knew were weeks old.

What is it about bio pages that stymies so many people? How hard is it to write about yourself? Even just a few lines? Are women too modest? Are they skeeved out by putting down details about themselves onto the internet? It shouldn’t be that hard to summarize yourself in a few sentences. No doubt any woman at least in her early 20s and beyond has had to do job interviews where they’ve had to talk about themselves on the spot. Yet a simple bio page renders them mute? Weird.

“Do I look like I need to add details about myself?” (Made with Midjourney)

“I’m fiercely independent.”

This is like the “Eat, Pray, Love” of 28+ professional boss bitches. Yeah, we get it, you’ve got a business degree and you’re making $78K a year in the big city working for Dipshit, Inc. Congrats on making it to mediocrity. Girls really do get it done.

If you’re truly “fiercely independent” then you’re most likely not really interested in a relationship. Those are kind of 50/50 things. So then why the hell are you even on here? You do realize that a phrase like “fiercely independent” sends a not too subtle message of unfriendliness, hostility, and a desire to be left alone, right?

My theory is that this phrase springs up due to an unconscious conflict between a woman’s need for affection and her feminist I-need-a-man-like-a-fish-needs-a-bicycle social conditioning. Like how in Get Out the personality submered in the Sunken Place emerges when they see a flash of light. “Fiercely independent” is the compromise. Yes, I deserately need love. But I’m also totally strong and independent, too.

“Fluent in sarcasm.”

Aww man, just what every guy wants. A sarcastic asshole to deal with.

I saw this one a lot as well. I suspect it’s evidence of the toxic “Twitterification” of discourse. Or it could be a stupid Moo-llennial thing, in which one becomes buried under so many layers of irony and unseriousness that one’s head becomes lodged up one’s rectum. Or maybe it’s just another bothersome cliché signifier of hipness and badassery.

It’s one thing to be snarky writing online articles or tweets. Or with your friends at the bar. But I wouldn’t lead with my ability to caustically banter if I was trying to attract a partner.

“You could be a part of this.” (Made with Midjourney)

“My kid(s) are my whole world.”

I bet they are. If only contraceptives or the idea of choosing a man who isn’t a loser or psychopath to be the father of your children were also your “whole world” as well. Maybe then you wouldn’t be a broke single mom on a dating app looking to snare some poor sucker who should know better.

I don’t date single moms for the same reason I don’t visit places like Chernobyl or go on deep sea dives inside oil barrels operated by Xbox controllers. No man should. And if more didn’t, this epidemic of single mother households would begin to diminish.

Fellows, please. You’re not a stepdad. You’re a step-sucker.

Single moms will write this down to communicate how much they love their child(ren). Which is great, of course. But how much could you really love them if you’re willing to bring some strange man into their lives, especially one who may have no kids of his own? There are substantially higher rates of conflict and abuse between step-family. To say nothing of the difficulties that often occur in the adjustment period of a new family dynamic. It’s rarely The Brady Bunch.

“Tired of the games. I want something real.”

This is almost always written by someone with excessive baggage. Baggage that they brought on themselves due to poor partner decisions and bad lifestyle choices that they’ve taken little to no acountability for. When I see this it’s the equivalent of seeing those highway reflector cones police put up near a bad wreck. Proceed with caution or avoid altogether.

A common variation of this is something like, “Looking for a real man.” Or, “I want a real man.” Excuse me, but what the hell does that even mean? What is a “real man?” There’s never a concrete definition. It’s just an empty phrase. You might as well be asking for a “good person.”

“Are there any real men left?”

Nope. We were all replaced in the 1970s with pod people. Didn’t you know? It was known as The Great Swap. The Deep State’s been covering it up. I’ll probably be killed for mentioning it.

Aside from the slightly insulting and entitled undertone of this cliché phrase, there’s also the subtext that a woman’s screwed around a lot with fake men (i.e. fuck boys) and now that the party of her youth is over, is looking for a legit relationship that doesn’t involve being used like a public toilet. Or it’s evidence of relationship baggage and “trauma.” Either way, it’s just more highway cones.

“I’m not here for hookups.”

This one isn’t totally bad. It’s like putting up a “Please stay off the grass” sign, even though you know the neighborhood kids are going to come clomping through anyway.

Except very often, like the previous two phrases, it’s indicative of a woman with a rough past. Of one who’s trying to break out of the party life. It even comes off like it’s something she’s telling herself more than telling potential guys scrolling through the app. Like an affirmation.

And does it even work? Will your typical fuck boy read that and go, “Hmm, this one will obviously be immune to my innate charm. I think I’ll leave her alone. Afterall, if she wrote that, she must surely mean it.” Or will he be like those neighborhood kids and come racing through the corner of the lawn anyway? If I know fuck boys, they usually don’t follow the rules or care about things like feelings. That’s why they’re fuck boys.

“I’ve been hurt before.”

Thanks for letting me to know that you’re in all likelihood a complete basket case. I’ll be sure to steer clear.

Why would you broadcast this? What is the relevance? What am I, a random dude, supposed to take from this statement? Is this supposed to activate some white knight gene that will compel me to ride to to the rescue? Is this like a Bat Signal for simps, to come and lavish you with emotional support and free dinners? GTFO of here. Learn to deal with your past on your own and be discreet about things. You think you’re the only one? Everybody’s been hurt before. That’s life.

Anyway, that’s quite enough. I appreciate the numerous women who used the above clichés in their shoddily-detailed “profiles” that resemble more the scribblings you’d see on a toilet stall than a mini-biography indicating one firmly resolute in finding a suitable partner. They served as excellent sign posts alerting me which entities to avoid. They also saved me money as I realized paying for a subscription was clearly a total waste. They might even be the reason Bumble’s stock has crashed 90% since its inception. Who knew clichés could kill a billion dollar industry?

Beta Signalers or Legit Feminism Regretters? Examining Another Female Meltdown

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Sorry, I’m not buying it.

Source: Fox News

Every once in a while I’ll encounter these weepy profile pieces on middle-aged women who have allegedly “seen the light” about how feminism tricked them/destroyed their life/whatever, and how they now just want a nice, “traditional” life with a husband and family.

Recently, this article from the New York Post has been making the rounds in certain communities on X about a 38-year-old woman named Melissa Persling who feels “betrayed” by feminism. In an article she wrote in Business Insider, she confessed:

“I’m 38 and single, and I recently realized I want a child. I’m terrified I’ve missed my opportunity.”

Shortly after publishing, Ms. Persling suddenly had an epiphany about some guy she had friendzoned a year earlier. Now this guy is magically “the one” and in fact someone “God has been preparing” for her. Now the two are together, thinking about the future. She can’t wait to have a traditional life, even if that means not putting on “heels” and going to “fancy dinners.”

I’m happy the lady has seemingly found happines. But I’m not buying her bullshit. In fact, there are so many red flags here it’s hard to know where to begin.

For starters, Ms. Persling was married at 22 for eight years to a nice, small town Christian guy, before getting divorced at 30. But back then she was firm about not wanting children, and by her own admission, treated the guy with disdain. After her divorce:

“I told my friends and family I’d never get married again. I needed independence, a fulfilling career, and space to chart my own course, and I didn’t think marriage fit into that vision. I was content to look toward a future without a husband, children, or the trappings of a ‘traditional’ life,’” she wrote.

But as age 40 approached real terror set in, and Ms. Persling became afraid that she’d end up alone forever. Now she’s a born-again traditionalist.

Sorry, I have no sympathy for people who were basically gifted everything, and then decided to throw it all away because it somehow wasn’t good enough. All while treating the people who gifted her stuff like shit.

Ms. Persling goes on to say how she had a lot of self-discovery to work through, including “previous trauma” about her parent’s divorce.

“I grew up in a fairly traditional family, but my parents were divorced. And I would say that probably had some effect on my feelings about having a family coming from a broken home certainly has its hardships,”

And yet, this alleged “trauma” didn’t prevent her from marrying a guy for 8 years. However, I blame the guy for wasting all that time with her. If you’re a man who wants children and a family, don’t waste your life on someone who’s firmly against all that. Far too many men these days are far too indulgent and nice toward women who are selfish assholes. I mean, pussy is good and all, but at a certain point you’ve got to put your foot down and commit to your values.

Ms. Persling adds:

“I feel unbelievably betrayed by feminism, and I don’t want to put it on the movement [entirely] because I believe you make your own choices… But I was constantly fed this idea that women can do everything. We don’t really need men… I kind of want to go back to some of those teachers and coaches and say, ‘What did you mean by that? Because we can’t do it all.’”

The hysterical emotionally charged phrasing of “unbelievably betrayed” makes me suspicious right away. It’s too melodramatic. It’s too performative and “damsel in distress.” This isn’t about declaring some genuine internal change. This is attention-seeking behavior rubbing against the grain of feminism because that’s what will generate clicks and engagement. Anti-feminists are all the rage on YouTube and X now. Melonie Mac, for instance. They’re weird types. Often tattooed, masculine, swearing like truckers all while professing Christianity and traditionalism.

Ms. Persling is exactly the kind of toxic personality men should avoid. These 30-something born again Jesus-loving ephiphany-havers are sadly a common type. I used to see them all the time on dating apps. It’s practically a cliche, and almost always indicative of a troubled past and severe baggage that some nice sucker will soon be expected to handle. There was one profile I saw of a 33-year-old who declared in her profile that, “You would be expected to help me walk in the faith.” Madam, I don’t even know you and you’re telling me I’m partly responsible for your eternal soul?

It’s not that I don’t believe people can really change. It’s that I think a lot of women like this have just found a way to repackage their troubled, sloppy selves to make them more enticing to suckers. Rebaiting their hooks, so to speak.

I do applaud Ms. Persling on her personal development. I wish her all the best. Seriously. But she’s a good reminder for why a lot of good men decide to just stay single.

Examining A Cynical Red Pill Dicktum: “Women Hang Out at the Finish Line and They Pick the Winner.”

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The other day I went to visit a Lamborghini dealership and found a bunch of hot supermodels hanging out by the front entrance.

“Hey, what are you fine ladies all doing here?” I asked, after stepping out of my 2006 Saturn Ion.

“We’re hanging out at the finish line and picking the winners,” said one, who was still wearing her Miss America Contest sash across her clingy low-hanging silver dress.

“Isn’t that just like gold digging?” I asked.

“No, we’re just trying to find a high value man who will support us so we don’t have to work. This is totally different.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks. Have a nice day,” I said, and went inside to see if I could use the restroom.

If you hang around the Red Pill communities on X or YouTube enough, you’ll certainly run into the “dicktum” in the title of this article. It’s an expansion on the concept of hypergamy, wherein women searching for a guy will always look to date one who’s at a minimum across and up from her in terms of hierarchy and status. It’s caustically cynical, and more misogynistic than meanginful. Another smarmy throwaway is the oft-repeated, “She’s not yours it’s just your turn.” But that one is for another time.

Like many red pills maxims, there’s some truth in the statement mixed in with a whole lot of carnival philosophy. I’d argue everyone is looking to date “up,” both men and women. No one wants to date a “loser.” But everyone has different weights and measures when it comes to determining a “champion” verus a “chump.”

It’s not all about money or even looks. I’ve stated before that personality and geographic proximity have a lot more to do with attraction than most other things. If someone is with you just because you’ve got money or you look like Brad Pitt or Sydney Sweeney, your relationship probably won’t last or be very worthwhile. If you’re a guy who can’t get a girlfriend, it’s probably not because you’re cursed or something. It’s likely because you’re not social enough and therefore your potential partners don’t even know who the hell you are.

I’ve come across all kinds of weird and “illogical” relationships in my life. Ones that didn’t seem to make sense on the outset. I had a friend once who had been a “lazy weed dealer” (his words) who was in a commited relationship with a beautiful, college-educated, and very capable woman. She cooked, she cleaned, she even managed the finances. And she was in love with him. They’re married now.

I had a coworker; an attractive woman in her late 20s. She was always complaining about her boyfriend, who was unemployed and kind of weird. Then one day I asked if he’s so terrible then why did she have three kids with him? She couldn’t answer. Many such cases.

Point is, social proof markers and attraction are often very subjective, unpredictable, and even chemical things. Relationships are sloppy and rarely make perfect sense. The prince doesn’t always marry the princess.

“Women hang out at the finish line and they pick the winner” is an attempt at systemetizing courtship. As if it were as easy as just be jacked and rich and you’ll be sure to “get da girlz.” Sure, the beefy, rich dude might have an easier time at the bar with the floozy who just wants to have a good time. But there are plenty of guys and girls in that superficial category who end up as lonely assholes in life.

The statement does a real disservice to the whole idea of love and romance. It’s demoralizing to men in particular. It makes them think that if they’re not some handsome billionaire then they’re not worthy of a relationship. It turns women from human beings into essentially animals driven entirely by survivalist instinct. Like the xenomorph from Alien, or something.

I mean, if it were really true, you’d see single women lined up outside Goldman Sachs or Corvette dealerships all the time, looking to snag a “high value” alpha male. The last time I walked down Wall Street I didn’t see any hot girls holding signs with “Pick me!” written on them, I just saw some homeless guy puking into a trash can.