Manosphere dudes – MRAs, MGTOWers, PUAs and whatever other acronyms they will eventually invent – love to tell themselves little “just so” stories about women. One of their favorite stories is the story of the Bad Boy Cock Carousel.
The gist of it: Women in their twenties are at the height of their physical beauty. So they act like entitled bitches, sleeping with every Bad Boy and Alpha Asshole there is and ignoring the humble, honest, hardworking “nice guy” betas silently pining for them.
But once these mean girls hit the age of 27 or so, they suddenly become ugly monsters, and the bad boys stop returning their calls. So then the evil ladies try to glom on to the nearest beta male in an attempt to marry him and steal all of his money.
But the beta males don’t want none of that used-up pussy, and so they Go Their Own Way and everyone ends up forever alone. Or the guys learn “game” and start banging the hotties. Or they just go back to posting sammich jokes on Reddit. I think these are all supposed to be happy endings, because at least the evil bitches get their comeuppance.
Recently, someone posted a n especially creepy version of this Manosphere fairy tale in the comments here; it turned out to have been cut and pasted from a comment on Roissy/Heartiste’s “game” blog by a guy who calls himself PhillyBoy81. It’s long; I trimmed it a little for space.
“[A]lpha males” are doing all the rest of us a favor in the long run. They operate very much like short sellers in the dating market, exposing fraud and helping to discover the true prices of commodities (women).
Yep, we’re on the express train to Doucheytown.
Let’s take a 21-year old chick who’s between a 7/8 (cute to pretty. … She can pretty much get sex whenever she wants it and with whomever she wants to have it with. And that is ultimately her downfall.
Young women (and some older ones) have an overinflated sense of the value of their vaginas. I mean, they have Wharton MBAs paying for exotic trips and they’re drinking Cosmos in the VIP with the Wizards.
Apparently this is just how women in their early twenties live. Who knew?
Since they are able to get such easy access to “alpha” dick, it follows logically that they should also have access to “alpha” wealth, marriage, and the lifestyle that accompanies all of that, right?
Wrong. See, when women gain this enormous sense of pussy power, they swing for the fences. … So, the cute guy with a 3.8 GPA, but no car? Nope, not good enough. The nice-looking pre-med student? “Nah, I’ll just get back to him later. I heard Jude Law’s hotter brother is transferring here this semester.”
This had me worried for a second, but I looked it up: Jude Law does not have a “hotter brother,” or indeed a brother at all, which is good news for all straight men of equal or lesser hotness than Jude Law.
Anyway, back to the evil women:
They invariably end up overplaying their hand. They chase these players looking to get a ring, and then that ring never comes. So now they’re 27. It’s a good thing she kept that pre-med Johns Hopkins student in her back pocket just in case things didn’t work out with the player, right?
Wrong again. In a vacuum, women would have their way. Men beg for sex. Women decide whether to give it to them (and for most guys, they will not give it to you). But luckily, we don’t live in a vacuum. We live in the real world with social constraints, and there are two that work distinctly to a man’s advantage: reputation and age. …
Ladies don’t think … we won’t remember your bitchiness. And don’t think we won’t remember those guys who you ran behind like a cum bucket.
Hmm. I’m pretty sure the only place buckets are gifted with mobility is in old Disney cartoons.
We remember. And we punish.
When a man sleeps with 100 chicks, he’s a stud. When a woman sleeps with JUST ONE guy, that eliminates you as wifey material to ALL of his friends. …
Apparently penises have a sort of reverse-Midas Touch thing going on: every woman who touches one turns into a filthy, used-up slut.
The height of a woman’s value, in terms of her value as a long term partner, is around the age of 27. That is the praecipice. The older she gets, the more her singlehood gets scrutinized by men. Why the hell is she still single? Who’s cock has she been sucking all these years?
Clearly that is the first question every straight man should ask himself whenever he sees a single woman older than the age of 27. (Just make sure you don’t actually ask this question out loud; it doesn’t go over well.)
[L]et’s face it, what virile, successful bachelor wants to entertain a 29 or 30 year old as wifey potential. She’s going to want to become a baby factory right away and rip away the last vestiges of your freedom. I don’t think so. It’s now my time to swing for the fences and bang some of these 21 year olds that I couldn’t bang in college.
Hello creepy older dude lurking in the shadows at the frat party!
In conclusion, a woman’s value is really defined by the type of man who puts a ring on her finger, not the type of guy who will fuck her. It takes a lot of women a long time to understand this, and thus, they overplay their hand. If it wasn’t for the players dogging them out, these women would not get a sense of their true value and start to seek out men who fit within their price range.
It’s all about market equilibrium, yo! SCIENCE!
So that’s the story. It’s a stupid story. It’s not a true story. But it’s the story that manosphere dudes, like young children, want to hear over and over and over.
But I haven’t even gotten to the best part. Our pal MarkyMark, an excitable and somewhat addled Man Going His Own Way, reposted PhillyBoy81’s comment on his blog. In the comments there (as Man Boobz commenter Wetherby pointed out) we find this little gem:
A man is not being respected if the woman he is with has spent her youth, beauty and fertility on someone else.
Yep, that’s right. I’m just going to repeat that, because, wow.
A man is not being respected if the woman he is with has spent her youth, beauty and fertility on someone else.
All women older than 27 or so who date or marry men are disrespecting these men because … they are older than 27. Apparently women age out of spite. Maturation is misandry!
It’s not just sad, it’s pitifully limiting. I’m sure I was an appalling lover at 20 – I was certainly infinitely more selfish than I am now. And I wouldn’t swap now for 20 years ago in a million years.
HAHAHAHAHAHA. Citation needed. Wishful thinking does not count.
I guess this explains the complete lack of need for viagra.
>>It’s really sad, this whole idea that you’re the best you can be at 20
Especially considering if I could go back in time, I’d slap BlackBloc-20y.o. and tell him to cut the bullshit.
Seriously…
I still have no idea what an alpha is. Could someone please define alpha for me?
Whatever: Bigger penises are not better than smaller penises. I actually have a slight preference for smaller penises– they’re less likely to hit my cervix when I’m being fucked hard.
Male attractiveness depends on much more than the penis. Admittedly, attractiveness is a very individual thing. But for me personally, I would rather fuck a skinny, femme boy with prominent hipbones, a few tattoos and piercings, a sweet smile and a Daddy-doesn’t-love-me haircut– and a small penis– than any number of men with large penises and body types I find less attractive.
The vagina is a MUSCLE. It does not actually loosen the more sex you have. That is like saying that if you hold more things your hand will no longer be able to hold pens.
Has anyone ever given a super scientific explanation for why having sex with 100 men damages a woman’s body (and I’m not just talking her genitals; I swear these dipshits think sluttiness causes wrinkles and love handles) in some magical way that having sex 100 times with one man does not?
And Wetherby – you sound like a pussy-whipped beta, sorry.
So, all this has fuck all to with being happy in your relationship, having your emotional and intellectual wants met, and having a creative, passionate and rewarding sex life. It’s entirely about impressing douchebags.
Seriously, if you use descriptors like this in earnest, the only thing you could insult me (and men like me) with is your approval.
Oh dear. I’m nineteen. This is the best sex I’m going to have in my entire life? o.O I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m quite satisfied, but I’ve only just started to explore kink, and I’ve only gotten to eat two pussies in my life, and I have had a grand total of ONE orgy, and 🙁
“The penis shrinks with age.”
Jesus Christ, if I wasn’t already long accustomed to m…editation, I would be seriously depressed right now, goddamnit.
“I hate to tell you, “Whatever”, but life isn’t a porno flick.”
The saddest time of my life, sexually speaking, the moment I realized that years ago…
“Come down to earth and learn to live in the real world” —
But I’m already living UNDER the earth (whooops, TMI for me)…
“then maybe someone will stick with you after your junk becomes small and useless.”
But on the other hand, you’ve given me yet another reason to continue to keep on going my own way. What self-respecting straight male would willingly expose his proud ego to the stressful aggravation of such intense humiliation from a sexy female’s withering scorn? Only a psychopath or an emo (and in this current cycle, I am neither for the moment)…
Interesting though, nobody repudiates what I observed (as a general rule) about female bodies in porn vis a vis the effects of sex. Well, there’s no use denying the facts of life…
@Holly: OXYTOCIN!
http://io9.com/5606765/myths-about-the-love-hormone-oxytocin-that-could-ruin-your-love-life
In other words, nope, just pseudoscientific garbage.
I still have no idea what an alpha is. Could someone please define alpha for me?
I don’t think it has any objective meaning. Near as I can figure, it basically means, “Men that self-described ‘betas’ are jealous of.”
If you aren’t hot, why are you expecting a hot partner? Not that it’s impossible, but it’s a rather ridiculous expectation.
Because your claim is so poorly evidenced that there’s no reason to take it seriously XD
Whatever: It’s okay. Real sex isn’t a porn flick. Real sex is BETTER than a porn flick. 🙂
Sex doesn’t cause aging, dude. Even virgins age. And a lot of women in their forties and fifties are hella attractive. (Jaclyn Friedman! *sigh*)
Blackbloc:
The problem with this worldview is that it’s so despairing and nihilistic – it assumes that as you age, things will get worse, partners will be harder to come by, and people like David K Meller are valid role models.
Absolutely. Both my wife and I slept around in our late twenties and early thirties, sometimes with wildly unsuitable people that we just happened to fancy at the time (though usually not for much longer). It was fun, and we had no regrets – but none of these people were remotely suitable as life partners, so the question only arose when we met each other.
True, by this stage we’d hit our mid-thirties, we were actively looking for a long-term relationship, and we both wanted kids, but we certainly wouldn’t have settled for second best – it’s in neither of our natures. In fact, my wife was totally upfront with me about the disaster of her first marriage, because she was very keen not to make the same mistake second time round – far from wanting someone “pussy-whipped”, as Broseidon so charmingly puts it, she wanted the exact opposite!
To me, this is no more than a statement of the glaringly obvious, and I imagine it is to you too. But I’m amazed at the number of people who either think it’s untrue or a startling revelation.
But Broseidon used beta as an insult. And apparently, alpha is an insult too. Which goes back to my previous position that the more I hear from these people, the less I understand.
So self-described betas are okay, but if you call someone else a beta it’s not? what the hell?
My wife told me about the one time she had sex with someone who really was hung like a donkey, and she said that it was one of the most awkward, embarrassing and often painful sexual encounters that she’d ever had. It didn’t help that the guy obviously thought that having a big cock meant that he didn’t have to bother with anything else, such as decent technique, or showing any interest in his partner, or trivia like that.
I suspect this is the kind of guy that MRAs like to think of as “an alpha male”.
Ulltere
Yes and no. Let’s not minimize the impact of bullying, as a child or as an adult. I was bullied a lot in middle school and it took me a long time to grow past that, and more recently it was really hurtful when people I thought were my friends cut me out of my social group just because I slept with more people than they approved them, even though this effected them not at all.
As I’ve grown older this type of thing has become easier to combat, but I really can’t overstate the value of the support I get from my sex-positive friends. If i did not have such a support, would it be so easy to roll my eyes and ignore sex-negative judgement? Probably not. And anyway, to borrow from Holly Pervocracy, sensitive delicate flower people deserve to have the freedom to do what (and whom) they want without emotional distressed the same way people with skin of steel do.
Just because you’re the second (or fifth, or twentieth) person doesn’t mean you’re the second (or fifth, or twentieth) choice. When I was with my second boyfriend, I wasn’t settling because I really wanted to be with my first (oh dear god is that not the case).
Since I have the freedom to have casual sex outside a relationship, I don’t have relationships unless I really, really want them. When I’m in a relationship, I’m not “settling”; I mean serious business. Casual sex is just that; casual. Yea, sometimes I have preferences, but I respect and desire all of my partners and treat them as such.
I’m gonna real quick blow the minds of some Greek System Acolytes. I’m currently pining after a guy who is about my hight, skinny, nerdy to the core, with no car and little money. As part of my post breakup healing process, I occasionally hook up with a guy who is classic “Alpha Asshole”; Tall, incredibly conventionally attractive, and relatively wealthy, and kind of a dick. If I had a choice between that sweet, nerdy guy and never seeing Mr. Alpha Asshole again, or being able to screw guys like MAA from now until the end of time, you bet your sweet ass I’d choose this nerdy guy in a heartbeat.
This is the real world fellas; it’s a whole hell of a lot more complicated than this Greek System nonsense.
My last post was written before the point which I thought was not repudiated was …
Anyway,
“Has anyone ever given a super scientific explanation for why having sex with 100 men damages a woman’s body (and I’m not just talking her genitals; I swear these dipshits think sluttiness causes wrinkles and love handles) in some magical way that having sex 100 times with one man does not?”
From my extensive study of hentai manga (and knowing the Japanese reputation for expertise, I can safely assume there’s a high probabilty they actually really know what they’re talking about), apparently, if a woman has sex with one man enough times (and she’s aroused when they have sex) HER VAGINA WILL EVENTUALLY MOLD ITSELF TO THE SHAPE OF HIS PENIS, THUS CLINGING TIGHTLY TO IT. And I assume the rest of her body over time learns to adapt to his style via muscle memory so it manages to recover from the gradual wear and tear of performing the physical act (which is one of the reasons why I guess the slang for sex everywhere is “doing the nasty”), which does not happen if her body is exposed to too many different styles. Again, this is just what I learned. Regrettably, I never managed to ever test this personally…
I am! At least that’s what the email from Star Wars the Old Republic says…
I’ll need to log into that tonight when I get home to try out the Republic Trooper class.
Also it’s a fairly decent Supermotos/Dual-Sports
But other than that all I can assume is that a “beta” is a guy who would much rather whine and complain about not getting dates than actually working on their personality so that they can… actually get a date.
Whatever, hentai is not a good source for information about sex. Try Scarleteen: http://www.scarleteen.com/. In particular, I recommend their section on anatomy: http://www.scarleteen.com/article/body. I hope this will help you.
Wow. My mom is being disrespectful of her… boyfriend doesn’t sound exactly right, they’re both in their sixties, so… partner. Mom is disrespecting her partner because she spent her youth (and beyond, she and Dad would have had forty years) with my father. I’ll be sure to mention that, she could use a laugh.
Yes, okay, you’re very clever, lulz trolololol, never gonna give you up, lost the game, etcetera, etcetera.
…Either that or I need to weep for the state of sex education and common sense in whatever country you’re from.
Amused:
That means that that my Crush (who is dreamily portly) will get moar hot as he turns 35 before me. Oh I will never have a chance now! Of course he also has the tendency to want blonde haired blue eyed women anyway so…
Whatever:
So what you are saying is that your ego is so tiny (as opposed to your penis) that a woman possibly laughing at you is enough to run away from ALL WOMEN EVER.
That is not healthy dude-might want to see a therapist to work out your fear of laughter.
Caraz:
Well, the inverse is when people call themselves “alphas” in order to convey to others how enviable and awesome they are. I think “beta” is always an insult if you aren’t using it sarcastically, because if you’re not using to put others down, you’re using it to put yourself down.
My mom too, KathleenB. About 25 years all told with my father, years she clearly stole from my stepfather. Harlot!
And then he married her when she was in her 40s and he has the gall to be happy with her more than a decade later, so I can only presume he is a “pussy-whipped beta.”
Shora:
I didn’t meet my life partner until we were both in our mid-thirties. We weren’t aware of each other’s existence until that moment, so there was nothing we could have done that would have affected the first three-and-a-half decades of our lives.
And even if it had been possible, would it have been a good idea? The girlfriend immediately before her was an absolute disaster, but if I hadn’t stretched out that relationship for two months instead of the two minutes that the jangling alarm bells in my head suggested might have been more sensible, I almost certainly would never have met my wife, and my kids wouldn’t exist.
The odds against us meeting were astronomical, and the timing of my previous break-up was critical – so while I don’t look back on that relationship with any particular fondness, I’m glad it happened the way it did.