Over on PUAhate.com, a fellow named Virgil challenges the widely held manosphere notion that women start losing their appeal once they hit their early 20s. According to him, the real turning point comes at the ripe old age of 25 or so. Why? Let’s let him explain — and in the process demonstrate how to use the word “c*ntathlon” in a sentence.
Behaviour has to count for something.
Any between ages 18-21 is in her Looks/reproductive Prime but The behaviour in these ages stinks.
Its like a competition to see who can out-cunt the other.
From simple things like skipping lines, to humiliating people in public, to ostracising people.
Its a damn cuntathlon.
We have to have some quality control here okes.
I fully agree that age 24-25 is the tip of the iceberg here folk.
Walk with me.
-she still looks attractive
-She’s starting work and therefore is in a controlled environment where validation is far less.Thus cooling the cunty behaviour
-she’s at the perfect equilibriu$ of grown up behaviour and youthful Looks.
Virgil gets some challenges from the regulars.
JackOfJokers argues that 25-year-olds are still as badly behaved as 18-21-year-olds, and not as good-looking:
Sounds nice in theory Virgil, but the truth is they still get validated fuckloads by desperate office guys, they’re super stuck up, and they definitely look much worse; fat, cellulite, wrinkles, shitty diet, etc.
Mechanical Animals agrees:
If you think girls act much different from 18-21 to 24-25 you are fucking deluded.
Life after high school is exactly that, a continuation after high school.
What does this mean is exactly that, the good looking people keeps living in a bubble of validation way past their academical period.
Life of the sub 8 is a dead end, a merciless damnation. Think about all these beautiful, fucking females. You will never touch them.
The “sub-8” bit is a reference to the notion, seemingly held by 90% of the denizens of PUAhate, that only “male models” ever get to have sex with women.
Genetically Inferior, meanwhile, makes the case for “jailbait.”
15-18 is prime for a female but nobody will admit it
This arouses much ire from the regulars, not so much because Genetically Inferior is being a crepy pedo, but because “at 15 most chicks barely even have any tits developed,” as the similarly named Genetics puts it. “Wake up to reality incel,” Genetics continues in a second comment,
stop comparing tumblr feeds and “jailbait” associated websites of the top percent of teens to the average titless whore. At fifteen you’re merely in grade 10, most chicks have little tits and ass to show for.
Doesn’t start getting good untill 17-18 then peak at 21
I gave up reading the thread at this point as it seemed to have degenerated into little more than a collection of “jailbait” pictures.
Since there are a lot of newer people around, I thought I’d post the instructions for if you do want to customize your gravatar image. No one should feel pressured to do so, of course, but if you want something other than the out-of-the-box icons just follow these steps. (The instructions are specifically how to change to a cat gravatar, but the same steps would work for any image. Such as, say, a woman riding a very large ostrich.)
I can’t remember what the P in GGP stands for, katz. Pretty sure it wasn’t pretzels.
@pillow in hell
Well, if your name is pillow in hell, you must be a cushion in heaven desperate to prove to the world you are not. That’s how all names work, right? Shiraz is a white wine. Bagelsan is a donut, hellkell is in heaven with you, Freemage is an imprisoned fighter, ….
I have this fantasy, where catcallers’ phone numbers are imput into a call center and then randomly given to a caller. The caller phones them and says “Hello. You look attractive today,” and then puts the phone down and moves onto the next random caller. This then continues until they agree to renounce catcalling, and are watched to ensure they never do it again. The calls can happen at all times and there is no set order or time. Oh, and the callers are not allowed to stop until the catcaller answers the phone themself.
I know it’s kinda ethically grey but it’s so satisfying to imagine it.
It’s like a weird combination between a shampoo commercial and commercial for those spice packs that make salad dressings and marinades.
I turned 30 last year and my happiness about it has continually increased since then. I’m repellant to MRAs but am having the best sex of my life with my incredible husband; I’m obviously no longer in the target demographic for most hair, makeup, and fashion ads; and I have finally become the person I spent my entire 20s wanting desperately to be.
The rest of my life is shaping up to be EPIC.
@ostara
Now I want a salad. You’re the second person on this thread to make me want a salad!
I shall try to change my avatar now. I would love a cat one 😀
Marie, if it makes you feel any better my salad wasn’t that great. I would have made a better one myself if I could’ve forced myself to get up 10 minutes earlier this morning.
I’ve been writing all afternoon and I’m too tired for Glenn’s silliness, so PUPPEH!
http://youtu.be/tvRQZkCQSRY
I defy anyone to watch that and not make grabby hands at the monitor going “Come on! You can do it! You can do it!”
Aww nuts Some Gal, I was hoping to be a really hard pew in heaven.
My greatest life aspirations have been dashed.
The cold-call approach is one of the things that really irks me about the PUA snake-oil salesmen. I mean, how fucking much must you hate shy/lonely/inexperienced men (and love taking their money) for you to try and convince them that hitting on lots and lots of random strangers is a good way to seek out sexual and romantic partners?
Whenever I get hit on, not holla’ed at but really hit on, by some poor dude who clearly doesn’t have the self-esteem to be hitting on total strangers, I think about these fuckwits. And, as long as the guy isn’t a total asshole about the rejection, I feel a mix of pity and anger. Because this is someone who should be learning how to become a more well-rounded person, building up their own self-esteem, and interacting within their own social circle and warm approaching women.
The moment the dude launches into some sort of canned, incongruous routine, I just want to pat him on the shoulder, tell him to stop, and ask him who told him this was a good idea.
It’s like how I feel about the inner city kids who’re dropped off in wealthy suburban neighborhoods and shopping centers to try and solicit for scam artists.
@cloudiah.
Aww. Sorry your salad wasn’t that good. I like salad too, I just normally don’t bother to make it.
Has Glenn P gone? I always feel disappointed when they don’t announce it because then we don’t get the extra little laugh when they come back within a day.
But actually, going back to what GlennTrollPee had to say about Some Gal… I mean, what if everything he said WAS true and Some Gal was miserable and alone. What kind of asshole is needlessly cruel to someone who is already suffering? Seriously. If you find yourself doing that, it’s the point at which you should reassess your life choices and make some changes, or just resign yourself to being an asshole to random strangers on the internet. And won’t that epitaph look nice on your tombstone?
Salad is all gone. Back to work!
Aww, I hope he hasn’t gone. I want him to share his insight into my sad little life, because I like attention.
@Nobinayamu
I’ve never been hit on by a PUA, but the worst pick-up attempt I’ve ever seen was some guy who tried to hit on my just-turned-21 (at the time) little sister. He had to be in his late 30s, early 40s and he had his laptop open on the bar. He said he had a lot of email because he was a webmaster. This was said in a way that was supposed to be impressive.
If it hadn’t been inappropriate because of the age thing, I might have felt bad for him. Has a woman ever gone out with a guy because of the size of his Inbox?
Chick lit choose your own adventure? That does sound fun.
You are confidently walking down the street. You have turned the head of a man.
If you continue turning his head to get him to impersonate an owl, go to page 54.
If you attempt to wow him with your intellect with a Sherlockian display of deduction (or induction, whatever peaks your interest), go to page 12
If you attempt to turn his head back, go to page 91
If you don’t even notice him, continue to page 6.
I used to be able to clear an entire convenience store parking lot of men simply by getting out of my car. Does that count? They were totes WOW’d but did not dare approach, and I didn’t have to say a word!
I am successfully a kitty! *squees* I’m so cute and I have floppy ears!
*dignified cough* I mean, my avatar updated. Yay 😀
@some gal
Sorry to hear that creep was hitting on your sister.
*goes to page 54*
Probably, if inbox is a euphemism, but he’d have to be the bottom.
All this talk about “choose your own adventure books” has inspired me to write my own. Now introducing “Tulgey’s Choose Your Own Trollventure! Volume One: The Saddo of Sargasso”.
I can tell this is really going to take off.
The most spontaneous things I ever do are choosing where to get dinner.
Two hours in advance. Instead of that morning.
I don’t get how that’s supposed to be a personal failing that means I will never get laid again.
(testing to see if my new gravatar shows up…)
@Tulgey – your forgot step 3:
@Baroncognito
I am so torn between pages 54 and 6. Decisions, decisions. (And applause!)
@cloudiah
This is why I think it important to note that, even though I was having a blast at his expense, there is nothing okay about what he did. Glenn P tried to test my boundaries and, when that failed, he resorted to attacking anything about me he could think of. That behavior is incredibly wrong. Glenn P should feel bad about his behavior independent of my reaction because it was very bad behavior.