It’s been a while since we checked in with LaidNYC, the alleged pickup artist whose sperm is LIQUID GOLD and whose wisdom about women, and life in general, is liquid, well, something else. Let’s see what we can learn from him.
In one recent post, Mr. LaidNYC brings his unique perspective to the question of raising boys, a topic I’m pretty sure he has no actual experience with. Well, after reading his advice, I can only hope that he has no actual experience with it, and that he never gets any. Some of his insights:
Marry a HAWT chick:
Choose his mother carefully. You are only half responsible for the genetic outcome of your child. You want a thin, young, healthy wife to help assure a healthy child. The mother should embrace the idea of wifely submission and a captain-first mate relationship in which she is not the captain. This will be your son’s first relationship model and it should embed natural gender roles in his mind forever.
Make sure your son knows he’s cockblocking you by even existing, and that you’re making a giant sacrifice by sticking around with mommy, even though she’s no longer the hottie she was when you married her, and you could TOTALLY be dating hotter chicks if she weren’t around.
Make him aware of your sacrifice. As a guy with game, you will likely be passing up lots of pussy and fun times if you choose to have kids. Make him aware of this. He should realize his existence is a gift from you. This will make him respect you more, and a child who respects his father has higher self-worth because he instinctively understands that his father is his genes.
Pay him money to approach HAWT chicks at Farmers’ Markets before he even reaches puberty. Because that’s not weird or creepy at all.
Have him approach girls. When he’s cute and pre-pubescent, take him to a park or farmers market and have him approach smoking hot babes. Give him cute stuff to say, he’ll have a 0% blowout rate. Make it fun for him, not “daddy is making me talk to girls again”. Use monetary incentives if necessary.
Get him a dog, because bitches are bitches amirite high five bro! No, really, that’s his argument:
Get a dog. A dog teaches kids how to love and how to be in charge of something they love. The parallels between dog training and game are staggering.
Also, be a drunk and a letch, because somehow this will benefit him.
Set up some dominoes for him to topple. This is fun. Buy a small piece of bar so he can easily be a bartender when he’s 18. Befriend families in the neighborhood who have hot daughters so he can have an in to fuck them. … Be a regular at a bar or strip club and pass the status on to him.
What kind of status points to you accumulate, exactly, by being a creepy old dude hanging out in a strip club all the time?
Speaking of creepy old dudes, let’s take a look at another post from LaidNYC with the seemingly inoffensive title The Walls of Facebook, in which our
hero villain explains some research he’s conducted by creeping through the Facebook pictures of teen girls.
Back when I still had Facebook, I was routinely shocked at HOW MUCH hotter girls, even in their early to mid twenties, used to be just a few years earlier.
In fact, Facebook shows that when women peak is even younger than anyone blogging under their real name would care to admit. Common red pill dogma states that women are their hottest between 18-24.
I say this is bullshit. Try 15-19.
Even that is generous for modern girls in prosperous countries. If she’s going to college to binge drink on weekends and swipe her mealplan card at the buffet line, her peak likely ceases her first semester at around age 18.
True female peak, on average, is probably around 16-18.
Yep, this is the same guy who was just giving advice on how to be a good parent.
Now, we in the red pill community try to stretch that peak to 23 or 24 because most guys don’t have the chance to bang high school girls. There’s the law, different social circles, cock-blocking parents, etc. So we lie to ourselves a bit and claim the 22, 23 year old girls we date are still at peak. Close enough for government work.
Yes, that’s right. He just complained about COCK-BLOCKING PARENTS.
I was going to keep going and go through a couple more posts of his today, but, honestly, HE JUST COMPLAINED ABOUT COCK-BLOCKING PARENTS. I’ve had enough of this creepy bullshit for one day.