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?
@CassandraSays
Cave Mint sounds like something you would use to make a medicinal tea, back in the Paleolithic.
Oh, are we playing Let’s Bullshit About Sexual Selection? Cool. So, I’m pretty damn motivated by looks, but even so my brain is perfectly capable of overriding my pantsfeelings when said pantsfeelings would cause problems if acted upon. Sample cases include a dude who I was interviewing who hit on me (mutual pantsfeelings! but a terrible idea! lives on another continent!), two former coworkers (who worked together! potential for drama escalating! rather like one’s girlfriend and would prefer not to upset her! the other one very hot but officially too fratty to fuck!), and the much younger dude who also hit on me during an interview (one of us has to be the responsible adult here and guess what, it’s me!).
Please note that other than the first guy not one of these people would meet the evo-psch idea of a “well that would be a good person to make babies with” kind of guy. In fact looking at my sexual history apparently the qualities I’m instinctively drawn to are friendliness, warmth, good manners, a pretty face, and a really hot body. Money/status? Meh, whatever. Male dominance? Ew get it off of me.
Touch of Whimsy — considering how awesome sauce that biology lesson was, I think we can forgive a double period. And *waves* hello lurker!
I do love the trolls who make appeals to nature and/or tradition but forget about things like the Black Death, smallpox and polio (mmm plague, let’s kill a third of Europe and see how important a woman’s “biological clock” is!)
Ok, let’s not actually kill anyone, but I just can’t bear a discussion of historical causes of death without the plague being mentioned!
Sexual selection wise I must be a zombie, because I like BRAIIIINS!! (I clearly need either more coffee or more sleep, I apologize for this pun)
You guys, I think my biological clock is broken. Not a single tick!
I like brains too, but after the hardcore math and physics genius who was so assy that Roissy would have wanted to be him even as a teenager I tend to prioritize “sweet” over “smug intellectual”.
Argenti- Yay!
Like I said, the comment physically hurt me. And I’m not even a biologist, or an anthropologist, or a sociologist; my only credentials is that I’m a world building hobbyist for stupid, scientifically impossible alien species. And yet I can still think circles around these people.
Hell, screw the black plague, look at the child mortality rate among European Medieval peasantry. That alone shows the one-night-stand strategy isn’t going to be necessarily successful.
Touch of Whimsy: Do you write novels?
Can we, please?
Cassandra — oh certainly, but my pantsfeelings loose to my brainfeelings — if you bore me my pantsfeelings quickly go “meh, never mind”
Touch of Whimsy — fair enough, I just have a small obsession with the plague 🙂
So yeah, you’re quite correct, but I shall never fail to mention the plague! In part because it made that death rate apply across classes and nobility alike — yeah peasants had shitty survival rates, but suddenly the nobility were dropping dead too. Child mortality is more relevant than my pet diseases though 🙂
On the note of pet diseases, 2012 polio case counts are in — 223, versus 650 in 2011 — we’re really going to do it, and I continue to be literally awestruck by this.
Lose, LOSE!
Not loose! Clearly my screws are extra loose tonight! My apologies for that horrible abuse of grammar *goes to corner of shame*
Argenti, are you keeping an eye on guinea worm as well?
Not as closely, but give me a minute and I’ll check!
That’s down substantially too — http://www.cartercenter.org/health/guinea_worm/mini_site/current.html
48% decrease to 542 cases last year.
Re: polio numbers — http://bit.ly/UjEPqA
Catching up step by step, lol.
Argenti – Schrodinger’s Bits maybe? Though Schrodinger’s Dick does have a perverse charm of its own. (It’d be Schrodinger’s Brain as far as MRAs go.)
Cassandra – isn’t the Cave Mint the stuff the cave dwellers used for sauce to go on their roast lamb? When they could stop the cave cats rolling around on it, that is. Also I don’t think anyone ever wound my biological clock, I’ve never heard a peep from it. Babies? Yuck. On which topic, don’t you love the way Steele ignores that millions of women in the world don’t have access to safe or effective contraception and live in extremely patriarchal cultures, so they don’t have a goddamn choice about whether to breed or not!
Touch of Whimsy – welcome muchly, and you win a gold-plated, gift-wrapped internet.
Kitteh — whichever? Schrödinger’s Dick does have a nice ring to it, but it implies having a dick is the default state (a la the cat being alive is its default state). Bits, Junk, whatever really, as long as it doesn’t imply wtf you’d find. I’m over thinking this, but Schrödinger’s Dick implies a binary dick/no-dick, where Bits or Junk imply there is something there, but what is unknown until viewed (which is, in actuality, a very correct statement)
Can we swap weather? It’s freezing (below freezing actually) and dry and I’m a cranky itchy person. Then again, it must be dry there too or y’all wouldn’t have wildfires. There are 55 gallon and 10 gallon fish tanks 3’~ away, how is it not humid in here?!
-17°C~ with 40% humidity, well, guess this means that snow probably won’t start any time soon at least.
Argenti, here’s tomorrow’s heat for y’all! It’s supposed to be 37C tomorrow. Hmm – let’s say I give you about 27? That way we both get Cold but not Ridiculously Cold days.
I like Bits (nuttin’ wrong with overthinking stuff, especially trivia!) better than Junk, but just because I don’t like the term junk for genitals anyway, it’s pretty negative.
Be interesting if Schrodinger’s Bits acted like Greebo did in his Schrodinger’s Cat moment – the choices being Alive, Dead or Bloody Furious.
Excuse me, but I don’t think that Cave Mint goes with roast mammoth, and anyway the mammoth is only for the men who hunted it. The women can have some cave yogurt.
Cave yogurt, yum! As long as it’s flavoured with cave strawberries.
Oh, and who guards the cave entrance? Cave canem, of course!
Ba-doom-ching!
Point noted on junk, bits it is then! And hey, that allows me to prepend it with dangly and keep the dangly bits trend!
Hell, you can just send me the 10C and keep the 27C if you want, it’d still be a nearly 30C improvement! Really though, it’s the humidity I need, before I scratch myself raw (I’m well on my way already)
“Be interesting if Schrodinger’s Bits acted like Greebo did in his Schrodinger’s Cat moment – the choices being Alive, Dead or Bloody Furious.”
Penis, vagina, still none of your goddamned business? Idk if that works as well as a furious cat…
Cassandra — lol, mint yogurt is a thing though right? And hey, the men don’t get mint anyways, seeing how the women foraged for it.
I … don’t get it. I’d say the logic behind this all is flawed if there was any to begin with.
No, no, take twenty degrees at least! 27’s still hotter than I like. The damn sun has such a bite to it even on mild days now.
Speaking of bite, how about “penis, vagina, Greebo”? Though it’d only work on Pratchett fans. Maybe just an evil smirk and meaningful “You really don’t want to know.”
I think of mint + yogurt as a drink, though. Which caused much hilarity the first time Mr C had it, because he was expecting it to be sweet like lassi, but nope. He claims that I should have warned him, but my counterargument is that sour is the natural state of yogurt and sweet plus mint would be like toothpaste.