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?
Check out the Spearheads cookie dough post. Its a comic where the manly man is explaining some stupid theory to his wife. Calls the explanation the Y factor (as in XY) and then explains that the cookie dough won’t rise without the y factor of yeast.
Yeast. In cookie dough.
The unintentional irony in that cartoon…
Hmm. Sounds like Pierre is going to have to teach cookery to an idiotic student …
Pierre is one busy dude.
He should also write his memoires.
Eww.
I made cookies today, in fact, in my ongoing effort to confound the tropes of feminism (I’m a feminist! I’m fat! I bake! I knit! I shave! Darn me for not fitting into the ugly stereotypes of ignorant fools!)
They’re AWESOME cookies too, and they came out perfect. “The ultimate trifecta of cookie goodness”:
http://www.browneyedbaker.com/2010/02/24/peanut-butter-oatmeal-chocolate-chip-cookies/
Pillow in hell, I left a comment over there that said “Cookie dough doesn’t contain yeast” and I’ll bet it’s never published. (I commented as “crash bonus.” It’s an ancient username that everyone tends to think is male, so I use it now and then in hostile places.)
You had me salivating right up until I read peanut butter…
Time to make brownie pudding.
I was tempted to point out that cookies do not contain yeast, too.
But then I have a strict policy of not engaging MRAs on their own sites because I like my calm serenity.
My favorite oatmeal cookies have pumpkin, pumpkin pie spice, walnuts, and white chocolate chips in them. The pumpkin stands in for some of the butter – I always feel a little gross if I eat more than one cookie that has a lot of butter in it.
Yep pillow, that’s why I didn’t engage with any of their other idiocy, just on this one factual thing. Life is too short to argue with people like that, I agree.
I always feel a little gross if I eat more than one cookie that has a lot of butter in it.
Most cookies seem to tolerate substituting in oil for half the butter. It doesn’t really mess up the texture that I’ve noticed and it’s infinitesimally healthier. :p
Bagelsan, forgot to say earlier I lol’d at your “you know my period” comment re Greebo in the underpants. I think he’s been sharing himself around that way!
Cookies with yeast? Ew. Clearly Mr. Know It All has never baked cookies before.
Greebo knows how to get into a lady’s underpants! Er, lady cat’s underpants.
Mmm, chocolate peanut butter oatmeal cookies. Sounds tasty.
Not just cat ladies, when he’s in human form! 😀
Why would I bother wasting money on a cock ring in the first place? I can get and maintain a stiffy just fine, TYVM.
FYI Bagelsan: Even if there are some residual egg cells left in post-menopause, the fact remains that they cease to ripen.
Yeah, you’re gonna wanna blame levels of luteinizing hormone and follicle-stimulating hormone for that, not egg count.
Not just fun for you Mister Thoughtful Lover! :p
We have the worst trolls.
Thanks for the suggestion. I hope my girlfriend won’t mind. LOL
Re/ physical beauty… As we age, we lose it… Yet life goes on, and we learn to find beauty outside ourselves, or in qualities beyond the physical within ourselves. When I read of women (or men) who cannot bear thinking that some day someone will think them “ugly” I foresee a very, very difficult aging process.
People are aging better than they would naturally. Then again, there’s the whole “live fast, die young, and leave a good lookin’ corpse” ethic.
Cookie dough after rising for several hours:
http://bakeryboyblog.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/5-bread-ornament-dough-rising.jpg
That cookie dough needs to be punched down.
Since when does fertility depend on being in a committed relationship? Furthermore, there are a multitude of medical remedies for infertility out there and give me one good reason why (biologically/medically speaking) a modern woman, particularly one who is in her 20s, can’t get knocked up from a one night stand.
As I said before, if she is already married then she has someone to help her raise the child. And these days even if she’s single but has a stable job with an income above the poverty line she can still do it.
It looks like a cookie loaf. The idea is probably more appealing than the reality.