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?
Actually, no, my last comment wasn’t aimed at you, pillow. Honest. I was responding to something the troll said.
Yay!!!
I still don’t know how we got from “biology makes women stuck up” to “women have one night stands to get pregnant”.
But I’ve been reading “Mistakes were made but not by us” today and dissonance theory explains trollboy and his flailings perfectly. Has anyone else read it?
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pecunium: thanks for the thought, and I have scritched him some more for you.
Out of where this thread has gone, I just want to know one thing: Who uses “stiffy” any more? Seriously?
Hey, Cassandra, are you still up?
Perhaps trollmarkdowngoingcheap thinks a one night stand is the one time you do it standing up. I was under the impression that was teenage folklore on how not to get pregnant, but who knows how far the fail goes with this one, he might have messed up Urban Myths 101 too for all I know.
Well, even if you aren’t, I drew a goyle.
OMG the granite of cuteness!
katz that is so wonderful i’ve forgotten I can’t really breathe.
Would a gargoyle who’s still too young to talk be a Gah goyle?
Just so long as it doesn’t make you laugh!
“Also, WTF does my being cis-gendered have to do with anything? Trans-women don’t have a uterus and cannot get pregnant anyway.”
Santa Clause, Easter Bunny, Trans Man, Tooth Fairy…
So, does someone want to explain penis vibrations to the new kid or should I? I feel kinda bad picking on him when he’s so obviously lost.
Go for it, whataboutthemoonz. Don’t forget to use little words, though, you don’t want to confuse him any more than he already is.
@ katz
The goyl is adorable!
(I see that the there have been additional unsanitized troll droppings while I was away watching a movie. Is there a reason everyone is talking about probability of getting pregnant from a one night stand or is it just because that’s what the troll was flailing about?)
Yeah, the troll was flailing/throwing poo around.
I just wanted to say thanks for all the nice responses. It means a lot to me!
Just dropping by to that Goyle picture made my morning! You rock. (har) 😀
I don’t know if Demarcq is still here, but “penis vibration” was a euphemism for “sexual arousal”, and everything after that was making fun of you for not getting it.
I’m quite late to this conversation, but I just wanted to add to those that felt better about compliments from others regarding their character rather than their looks.
I’m 30 and have never looked better, and honestly don’t feel bad about any part of my body in particular. Except during the occasional bloated/bad hair/bad mood day. Or when I have a cold or an allergic reaction or something. If genetics are a clue, I’ll likely look better and better the older I get. I was bullied as a kid and wasn’t confident enough or or familiar enough with how clothes are supposed to fit during the awkward teenage stages. I didn’t really even have a sense of personal style until my mid-twenties, which is when I feel my looks “took off”.
The compliments I got from men re: my appearance as I got older made me feel weird (and they ranged from “Did anyone tell you that you are so beautiful?” to ” ‘Ey, red-skin gal up front deh!” and every bizarre pick-up line in-between… I should really write a book…), probably because I could sense the intentions behind the words. I remember one in particular that wanted to chat me up at a bus stop. Mr. Couldn’t-Take-A-Hint (I was replying politely – I reserve being actively rude for REAL assholes – but my answers were so short, they were mostly monosyllabic) went on and on for some length of time until he finally asked me where I was headed. When I said “to my boyfriend’s house,” he said “Oh, damn! Well… see ya!” So yeah. Sweet lines (or what he and others before and after him thought were sweet) with only one obvious objective in mind.
When my boyfriend (or shoot, when anybody) tells me that I am brilliant, or sweet, or loving, or funny, or full of life, or spiritual, I don’t even know what to DO with myself, I’m so flattered. If you want to see this black girl turn shades of pink, tell me I am GENUINE. Holy crap. *fans self*
The way I see it, this is pick-up line proof. To know any of those things about me, you’d have to spend time with me BEYOND the original pick-up, and you’d have to WANT to spend time with me. This is more meaningful than being told I have “lovely breasts,” “the clearest skin” or an “ass that won’t quit,” or anything else that can be figured out with little more than a cursory glance. Some of the dumbest, most shallow, most sociopathic people I’ve had the misfortune of getting to know also “look good.”
TRY HARDER, DOODZ. =)
P.S. I’m picky? Damn right. Shouldn’t I be? Shouldn’t everyone? One needs to be careful; there are a lot of MRA biology majors out there that could SO EASILY infect my oh-so-precious, limited edition lady-eggs.
P.P.S. Hehe, Schrodinger’s ‘nads. =D
Welcome, Dagrabbit!
“An ass that won’t stop”? Won’t stop WHAT? I have an image of really bad gas problems here …
“Schrodinger’s ‘nads” LOL!
PS is “dagrabbit” a take on dagnabbit? ‘Cause to my Aussie eyes it reads like dag rabbit (dags being … well, think of a daggy sheep’s bum and you’ll get the idea). 😀
“Oh, damn! Well… see ya!”
One time I went to a club with a friend, and this guy started very politely chatting with me. We talked for maybe 5 minutes when I had a suspicion… so I told him “Just so you know, I’m not going home with you tonight” and he immediately stood up, shook my hand, said “great talking with you” and took off. At least he was honest about it? :p
Hi Kitteh!
For “an ass that won’t quit,” It’s a compliment, I swear! see here… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpVQwslHdSo
And yes, Dagrabbit is a take on dagnabbit. =)
Now you’re making me look up “daggy” …. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dag_(subculture)
Ha! Eww! =D
One of my missions in life is to spread Oz slang around Man Boobz! I’ve already got people looking up in case of drop-bears. 😉
Are drop bears trainable? Because that could really come in handy.
Though of course we could be talking (if you’re a Python fan) about the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog …
http://youtu.be/Nvs5pqf-DMA