Over on Roosh’s Return of Kings blog, a dude who calls himself Tuthmosis has provided a useful list of “24 Signs She’s A Slut” in order to help aspiring PUAs to figure out whether or not the HB 6 they’ve been negging all night is going to eventually succumb to their drunken, er, “charms.”
Much of the list is basically rehashed PUA conventional wisdom: sluts have tattoos and lots of piercings; they dye their hair unnatural colors, wear revealing clothes, and have daddy issues.
PUAs really have a thing about women with tattoos, huh?
Others simply reflect a certain assertiveness on the part of the women in question: they curse, they talk about drugs or sex. Oh my! Must be a slut!
But Tuthmosis has a few more, well, novel additions to the list. Like #5 here:
Not ticklish. I’ve noticed that girls who aren’t ticklish aren’t so because they’re used to being handled (by men). Almost every prude is super ticklish, while sluts are rarely so. Sluts may have a physical response to light touching, but it’s rarely a tickled sensation.
Really? When I was young, I was very ticklish. Now, not at all. I haven’t been handled by a lot of men. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)
I actually tried to look up what SCIENCE says about ticking only to discover that it doesn’t say much. But I’m going to go out on a giant limb and say that Tuthy’s theory here is complete bullshit. Some people are more ticklish than others. Some people start out ticklish and get less ticklish. Some people like being tickled, some people hate it. People who look to Roosh for advice on how to lead their lives are assholes.
Tuthy’s #9 reason is pretty special:
Has extra body hair (arms, girl-sideburns, girl-mustache) and/or a low speaking voice. This, I’m told, is simple biology. More hair and low voice equals more testosterone. It’s an imperfect metric, though, because women of certain ethnicities are just more hirsute by default.
Oh, that’s why it’s an “imperfect metric.”
Oh, and speaking of “imperfect metrics,” here’s #3, which is probably my favorite:
Has “slut face.” You either recognize it or you don’t.
Works for men, too. Here’s Roosh himself. TOTAL slut face!
And then there’s #22:
Describes herself as a feminist or with any of its jargon (“pansexual,” “demi-sexual,” “cis-gendered”). You may not be able to stand a feminist long enough to bang her yourself but, in trying to prove she can do everything a man can do, she likely fucks with impunity.
Yeah, that’s not actually why feminists have sex. They have sex because they like sex. Feminists may be — on average — more blunt and straightforward about sex than most people, because feminism helps to clear out some of the fucked-up attitudes about sex that get in the way of people dealing with sex in a not-totally fucked-up way. At least that’s been my experience.
Also, you might want to learn what some of that ” jargon” actually means before spouting off about it. A woman who describes herself as demisexual isn’t going to have a have a one-night-stand with you, even if you do manage to successfully hide what a total douchebag you are for a few hours.
Then again, someone who calls herself a pansexual probably isn’t going to either, but that’s because you’re a fucking tool who posts terrible crap on Return of Kings, and there’s really no way you can hide that much douchebaggery.
Yeah, the whole “cheerleader” and sundry everyone-is-American lines had me rolling my eyes. Not that it’s any great surprise to add parochialism to his failings.
I mean, um, I was a gymnast? It’s a similar skillset?
I’m with neuroticbeagle on this one – no athletic activities for me. I spent a good deal of time at high school forging notes to get out of PE classes.
Also what are fuckfest locations? That could mean anywhere people* are having sex. I’ve travelled to Edinburgh, Hobart, York, Maroochydore, Sydney, Los Angeles, Glasgow and Milwaukee on my own, and the friends I was meeting in some of those places are all women. Does that mean those places are fuckfests now? Who knew? Hell, I commute to Melbourne all on my lonesome (apart from the few hundred others on the train) every day. What does that say about the place?
*except GoldSpooge, obviously
We were walking past a bar with outdoor tables this afternoon in Galveston. One woman caught my eye because she had a really pretty tattoo on her upper chest. As we passed by, her friend pointed their finger at her and said “Slutteh!” and they both laughed. I almost started laughing myself. I can’t help but hope the whole world has read this stupid thing and is laughing at the author.
According to my personal experience the sluttiest places on earth are Glasgow and London. Of course this might just be because I was spending time there in my late teens and early twenties…nah, it was true for me so it are fact.
The sluttiest place I’ve every experienced is San Antonio, but I’m sure it was just me. And him and him and him.
@LBT: Thanks for the explanation!
Rogan – seconding Dvarg’s thanks. Do system members choose to have particular things the vessel has, like tatts, and can you get rid of them if you want, or do they just sort of come with the package?
It’s probably no surprise that Mac having had a prior, external (for want of a better word) life gets me really curious, but asking anything’s way too much “none of my business” territory. Anyways I’m loving the image of you combing Mr Princess’s hair. Long-hair-combing is the best (giving or receiving). At least until the comb hits a tangle OW!
No! My hair is too curly, anyone comes near it with a comb I will not be happy.
(Unless it’s wet and they’re combing conditioner through it, and even then fingers work better.)
I use a rake comb on mine, though if I dry comb it, I have to sprinkle it afterward. Revitafoam is a nice stay-in conditioner/light mousse for curling the ends. Worst product I’ve had was one my hairdresser used the other week. I think it was called Wire or Wired and that’s just how my hair felt – coarse, dry and wiry. I can’t believe she thought I’d like having that stuff in my hair. It felt disgusting.
Fortunately frizz and such isn’t an issue over There! 🙂
Kitteh — you may want to read LBT’s okay things to ask and rude things to ask.
I read them ages ago, Argenti, but will have to refresh my memory, since I don’t recall if this was covered. 🙂
Oh I beg to differ about the bouquet of beer! Each beer has its own unique fragrance, and I smell each beer before I drink it. Different sorts of hops particulalry have great fragrance. Go get some Hazed and Infused and tell me you don’t smell a hint of weed! It’s a beautiful thing, those pungent hops. <3
Please stop drinking crappy beer, thank you. 😉
Mac’s origins are covered in terms of “just ask him”
Also, I suffered a serious case of Cat Anger Consequences earlier, my arm is all torn up, most of em fairly deep as far as cat scratches go. All for scooping her when she’s usually fairly okay with being scooped up!
RE: Kittehs
Do system members choose to have particular things the vessel has, like tatts, and can you get rid of them if you want, or do they just sort of come with the package?
Minor things — hair dye, wardrobe change — can be done at will, but any big things generally have to be planned and performed with the same prep that the corporeal thing would. I couldn’t get my body inked without the vessel getting it too; there are no tattoo artists in our head!
The short version of Mac’s prior life is: he was raised in a Mississippi not entirely like our own, worked for the government, died in a horrible workplace accident at twenty-seven, and ended up here.
Thanks, Rogan! It’s the “ended up here” part that gets my attention (surprise).
Gods, I’m feeling down today after the election here. It’s going to be like the Howard years all over again, with added racism, homophobia and misogyny.
Bummer about your politics. Ass.
And yeah, how Mac got here is honestly one of those things that I’ve just accepted I may never understand. There is more between heaven and earth than is dreamt of in my philosophy, and I got a loving husband out of it, so my job is to smile, nod, and accept it.
High fives, that says it so well, Horatio! 😉
I will say this about my life; it’s really pounded the wisdom into me that I don’t know nearly as much as I think I do.
Even more so, and at an earlier age than lots of us, I’d say!
Heh – that made me think of a line in the Barchester Chronicles, when the old Bishop is dying and says “There is so much I want to find out!” That then reminded me of the near grilling I got from my best friend’s fiance last time I visited LA – he couldn’t fathom how I could be crossing the veil and not running around trying to find out ALL THE THINGS. It took my bf some time to get it through to him that 1) curiosity and interests differ and 2) I had a quarter-century’s frustrations to make up for, and the rest of the world(s) can wait! It’s not like there’s a time limit, after all. 😀
In my case, I tended to immediately try and dissect, analyze, and figure out everything, but when I did, I had to accept that sometimes, I just wouldn’t get any answers. (See: Falcon, who after ten plus years here, I still only know the most basic of information about.) Also, Mac’s memory is still pretty fucked up, and trying to force something out of it will often just get nonsense, which freaks him out even worse. (Can you blame him? Confabulating bullshit without realizing it is pretty alarming.)
I tended to do the whole trying to analyse everything and figure it all out and get concrete answers about Big Questions when I was first in contact with Louis, too. I’ve pretty much lost all interest in doing so, though, because our quiet life together is really much more interesting to me. And it’s not like he’s a Big Questions sort of person these days, either, or has the answers. He once said his understanding of the creator was “a consciousness but not a personality,” and that was all it really took to kill off the lingering questions about an anthropomorphic deity (an idea I’d long since loathed) in my mind.
There’s even a sort-of parallel with asking about his earthly life and you asking Mac about his. It’s not that he can’t recall, or it gets wharblegarble, but it’s so long ago it’s almost irrelevant, now (only one tenth of his life, after all). In the early days he was almost impatient when I’d ask him about it. He’ll answer stuff now, but I’m less curious, because who he is is a long way from who he was, and life’s a lot more fun now. Fun was seriously lacking in his earthly days.
One thing I do have to put out: the other day he was watching me knit on the tram, and I asked if he likes watching me do stuff the same as I like watching him (yes, our life is so exciting). The conversation got a bit fudged on terminlogy, but one thing he said was wonderful: “I have an importance in your life I have in no other.” He wasn’t saying poor-him, or feeling unloved (!!!) or anything of the sort; he was saying how different it is between us, and that it moves him profoundly. (He just said “Add ‘the joy’!”)
We both waited a bloody long time for this, and to have one’s feelings returned …
Yeah, in our case, it wasn’t like he got any answers when he kicked the bucket. It was a horrible, soulcrushing experience, he took the first out he got, and nobody ever explained to him what it meant or why it happened. And just because he died that way doesn’t mean anyone else will. So it really doesn’t matter anyway.
Bloody frightening – that’s awful Mac had no help when he passed. It seems too easy for things to go wrong then.
I didn’t realize you had a system member named Falcon, LBT. (some friend I am, huh?)
Would zie like me to find another handle? My first reaction is to think there’s no problem because y’all haven’t said anything and I haven’t noticed hir commenting here, but you know, straight white male and kind of a lazy thinker, so I thought maybe I better ask.