Hey, horny “nice guys,” you know how you’re always saying nice things to girls and sometimes telling they’re pretty in hopes they decide to sleep with you? Or just gawking at them at the gym?
Turns out that this isn’t such a good thing. Not so much because, you know, staring at women like you’re a serial killer might just creep a lot of women out. But because all this attention might well turn these women into stuck-up you-know-whats, which is a major pain for the world’s horny guys.
In a post on Roosh’s Return of Kings blog with the lovely title “How Women Become Worthless,” some dude named Edward Thatch explains the deadly consequences of people being nice to pretty ladies.
These women, he writes,
start out as decent specimens, but somehow manage to find themselves on the red pill man’s pump-and-dump list. This is a bittersweet topic for me, because while I enjoy a random romp with girls who have managed to concentrate all of their worth between their legs, I’m also well aware of the many added benefits of girlfriending up a good one.
So how do these women become worthless bitches? Well, you see, there’s this thing called the Peter Principle, which suggests that people get promoted and promoted until they end up with a job that’s beyond their capabilities. (Never mind all those people out there who are actually a good fit for their jobs.)
Anyhoo, this happens to pretty ladies too!
A pretty girl posts a sexy pic on facebook and you click like.
You just promoted her.
The same girl goes to the gym, and a dozen guys stare at her like hungry wolves.
Promoted again. …
Everything that comes out of her pretty little mouth is super relevant and interesting to the guys who want to bang her.
Promoted again.
Her beta orbiters trip over themselves trying to please her just for the satisfaction of being near her.
Promotion!
The list goes on and on, but you get the idea. From the day she’s born until the day she slams into the wall in her mid-30s, she just keeps being promoted until she reaches her level of incompetence. When the day comes that she can’t live up to the position she’s trying to fill – most awesome, sexy and unique thing everrrrr – she becomes a worthless self-centered bore who ends up in my phone as “Blonde HB7 Tiny Boobs Wrist Tattoo.”
Who knew that life for women was nothing more than an endless parade of male flattery? Or that women feel empowered whenever creepy dudes blatantly ogle their bodies at the gym.
So some women end up thinking that they’re pretty. What’s the harm here? Well, you see, men suffer enormously when women think they’re even a teensy bit hotter than they “really” are. It’s much better for everyone – if by “everyone” you mean all the guys trying to sleep with them – if women hate themselves a little. Or a lot.
Unfortunately, Thatch laments, it’s men who are to blame for women thinking too highly of themselves.
We create these monsters by promoting otherwise good women far above their grade. If you’re doing this, I respectfully ask you to stop.
As it stands now, these poor overpromoted women end up hitting the proverbial wall when they hit the age of 30, or 25, or 15, or whatever, and suddenly become transformed from young hotties into old hags. And while this is, Thatch proclaims, “a hilarious version of downsizing that sends the old, fat or ugly ones to the feminist welfare line,” he also thinks this is not economically efficient.
Far better for men to handle the “sexual marketplace” in a more rational and efficient way, he concludes, “by knocking off the beta orbiting, white knighting, and supplication that keeps promoting these women to positions they cannot handle.”
Surprisingly, Thatch’s argument provokes some dissent amongst Roosh’s Neanderthal followers. Stuki, for example, points out that Facebook likes might not amount to a damn in this crazy world.
A problem with this diagnosis, is that a single pump and dump … by a perceived alpha or “hot guy”, counts for more than a million Facebook likes, as far as perception of being “promoted” goes. …
It’s not as if women don’t feel equally “promoted” by the guy trying to feel her up at the bar, just because he throws her some neg first, instead of a compliment. IOW, the solution to women being bitches, is not men becoming assholes. If being a whore had real, serious and immediate consequences, women would largely stop being whores. But as long as the only consequence is that she will “forced” to go out alone, and get her “revenge” on her “intolerant”, “sexist” and “Stepford Wife obsessed” ex, by being banged in a toilet stall by someone ostensibly (through beer goggles, if nothing else) handsomer and more “alpha” than he was, she’ll never get it. Whether Mr. Toilet Stall Banger negs her or compliments her first, doesn’t really matter.
Note that Stuki here apparently thinks he’s somehow not already an asshole.
VargisBitch takes issue, a little bit, with the term “worthless.”
They are not worthless but … western women reach a point of uselessness. They have value in the beginning but at that time, they dont use that value for anything serious other that getting pumped left and right, attention whoring etc, you know, the sex and the city dream..after many years of this they are just beyond rescue, their self insteem is inflated beyond any reasonable level…plus they are getting rather old. So yea, at that exact moment, they become wortless. But they still have no reason to panic, there are hordes of horny bluepill men, who didnt get sex during THEIR prime , to pick the sorry remains..
When you understand the dynamics behind this, you are a redpill man.
Most commenters seem to agree, though, with the broad outlines of Thatch’s, er, analysis. Madvillain complains that there are even a few “white knights” to be found even in the manly world of the manosphere.
While there are almost no white night panderers in the manosphere, when a commenter comes along with the user name like “”just a girl”, or “SunshineMary”, guys will breath in that pussy scent wafting from the female name on their computer monitor and congregate around her, demonstrating their alpha intelligence by explaining the ways of the world to the cute little lamb.
Hammer, meanwhile, fantasizes about putting fat ladies in camps.
You can’t just haul off all the worthless ones and put them in some adjacent zone to live in. Instead you have to step into every relationship with a girl knowing she’s going to lie at some point, that she’ll try to manipulate to gain the upperhand, that she will try to contribute very little if anything and that she will start acting difficult at some point along the way, and for what? I honestly don’t know how men have tolerated the crap women throw at them for so long. …
I never thought I’d say this but maybe a benevolent dictator would be good for a while. A red pill dictator, who would put all the fatties into one zone, we’ll call it the Fat Zone, another can be called the Fem Zone for feminists, all manner of zones so that they could live among their ilk. Want join the Athletic Zone where people are in reasonable good shape? Lose weight, stop eating. Want to join the Equal Zone where men and women are treated equal where men do not give most of the social, economic and legal benefits to women? Sign a contract stating such explicitly. Want to join the Man Zone where the men make the rules and rule the roost? Sign on the dotted line gals. Everyone can get what they truly want. Maybe it won’t be perfect but I sure as hell would prefer it.
Turbo the Drycleaner, who apparently is too manly to bother with the shift key, doesn’t think that technology is the issue here.
beta males are no new invention and have existed, in large numbers, since time began. they are not going away. just because online dating and facebook have immortalized their hamfisted attempts at getting poosy dosnt mean it didnt happen before. girls would get all sorts of looks, gifts, and marrage proposals way back when that fed their egos. you could say that because they are now online, a woman can have constant access to validation but thats not a whole lot diffrent than living in a rural area, as many used to, and seeing the same orbiters every day.
Days of Broken Arrows disagrees:
White knighting was less a problem before the Internet age. You could only stare at a woman so long and most Betas didn’t just walk up to strange women and compliment them.
But nowadays, Facebook and Instagram are major ego-stroking devices for women. Someone needs to do a post called “NEVER like a woman’s Facebook photo.” The massive amount of orbiters on FB makes me ill.
One day in 1955, Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat on the bus for a white man, and helped to usher in a civil rights revolution. Could Days of Broken Arrows’ brave refusal to “like” women’s Facebook pictures usher in a similar revolution, this time for men who are so terribly bruised and oppressed by women with self-esteem?
Oh my goodness, where are all those promotions I was supposed to have received? I was cheated and didn’t even know it until I read this post!
Why do misogynists hate the English language so much? “Promoting”? That word has several potential meanings, but “give a woman compliments that result in her not hating herself as much as you think she should” is not one of them.
@Cassandra people tend to hate that which they fear/do not understand.
Personally, I work on the kitteh principle: you end up with the number of cats that you deserve.
Sorry, I’m pretty sure those promotions don’t apply to feminists. We’re ugly, hairy-legged man haters, remember? (and, because I’m still a new commenter, #sarcasm)
@ Kiwi girl
Watch out, that’s anti-incel, that is.
Poosy?
It’s pretty funny when they slip up and make it clear that the whole PUA thing is really about attempting to punish women for the sin of thinking too well of ourselves rather than about getting laid.
Whenever they talk about women’s motivations it’s like watching a documentary about lions narrated by someone who’s never seen a lion before.
Hey, David, where is that picture from? That woman looks familiar…it’s not Clara Bow, is it?
Women as things, not people. Yep, totally new idea.
Actually, they seem to think about most other men in that manner as well.
Cassandra: Or like this (remember this?)
And strangely, somehow I doubt that Hammer believes that men should be separated into zones based on an arbitrary calculation of their “worth.” Because men are people, and women aren’t. It all really boils down to the same simple trope with these assholes, doesn’t it?
never fear ladies, mangina man b00bz is here to save you all from evil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
@ katz
I had not seen that before!I feel like it’s still more sensible and realistic than the ways PUAs think women think, though. Every time they start babbling about women’s motivations I’m all, are you new to our planet?
//Personally, I work on the kitteh principle: you end up with the number of cats that you deserve.//
I slept with four dogs this weekend (I mean literally — I was dogsitting for my girlfriend). Even though it was a king size bed I don’t think I deserved it.
feminizm, bro, I think you need to use more exclamation points.
At least the use of the ! shows that he knows where the shift is on the keyboard.
I think something might have gone wrong with me and this idea that ‘compliments make women feel better about their appearance thing’.
Because I’ve had multiple people tell me I’m attractive/pretty/good-looking/whatever. Family, friends, boyfriends, various pastoral care workers (some of whom turned out to be otherwise full of shit, but…), random (creepy) strangers, counsellors…
You know what made me feel good about my appearance? Chopping all my hair off (I have hair similar to Tenth Doctor’s now, although it needs a trim) and dressing in masculine clothes. Looking how I want to look seems to have had much more of an effect that c. 21 years of compliments… funny that.
When it comes to comments like this, I’m never sure if it’s a genuine troll or one of the regulars socking to take the piss out of the genuine trolls…
Also, sixty-one exclamation points is a bit much. You generally want a small, odd number, such as three or five, to get your point across elegantly. Seven tops.
Sounds boss! Got a pic (if you feel comfortable sharing one)?
I used to believe in “objective hotness” and it was never anything but a hindrance to me. My bf and I were actually arguing about the 10 pt scale over the weekend, and I allowed that some kind of “average attractiveness” rating by your target population might be useful for advertising, but other than that, what could such a scale be good for?
him: Hm, what about playing “Fuck, Marry, Kill”?
me: But the whole point of that game is that people disagree about what’s attractive!
@Creative Writing Student: But without sixty-one exclamation points, how do we know that he’s actually excited? Seven exclamation points could simply have been seven typos.
Leave some punctuation for the rest of us!
“Return of Kings”? RETURN OF KINGS? That shitfucker wouldn’t know the first thing about real kings and what a shithouse job it could be for anyone who took it seriously. If ignorance could make his head implode, there’d be a black hole above his shoulders by now. I’m not speaking purely because of a certain Frenchman, either, I’m talking about history.
And all this shite about promotion and how they want to fuck women but also want women to hate themselves and so on and on and on – losers. Total losers. I wonder how many times they’ve been dismissed or laughed at (or fucked and then laughed at)? I wonder how many women might have looked at them and thought “total loser but I feel like a bit of sex, meh, what the hell, I’ll never see him again”?
I have never found “compliments” let alone staring from strangers to be good. My value as a human being isn’t based on random men’s opinions. The only ones that matter are those of people who demonstrably love me – family, friends, my beloved. Has a man’s response to me changed my view of myself? Damn yes, six years of love have made a huge difference to me – just as he’s changed, even in his situation.
Laughing with contempt at these losers.
Yep. Roosh and his followers are still the absolute worst. Good to know that some things never change. Although, mid thirties as a cut-off line for hotness. That’s shockingly generous.
@Canuck with Pluck – no, that’s too early to be Clara Bow. It’s an Edwardian pic, and she was only born in 1905.