So at this point you presumably all know about James Franco’s less-than-successful attempt to text his way into the pants of a 17-year old fan — which, if it wasn’t just a publicity stunt for his latest movie, which happens to be about a creepy teacher preying on a student, was pretty creepy for real.
You might have been struck by the, er, bluntness his approach, which could be summarized as the “I’m James Franco, are you technically of legal age in New York State, can I get you alone in a room with me right now, no I’m really James Franco, really” technique.
But what you haven’t seen yet is an analysis of Mr. Franco’s TEXT GAME by a recognized expert in the field. And by expert I mean our new friend Christian McQueen, the Alpha Playboy with the Obviously Fake Name.
Mr. McQueen asks the timeless question: Was Mr. Franco’s TEXT GAME desperate or just direct?
To some it may seem like he’s being ‘thirsty’, but is he really? Or his text game actually the type of game that high value men use?
After going line for line through Mr. Franco’s conversational gambits with the wary teenager — which, you may recall, not only failed to convince her to come to his room but also created a bit of an embarrassing scandal for him — McQueen concludes that Franco’s game was …. “solid.”
No, really.
You see, when you’re James Franco, you can just go ahead and behave like some dude straight out of the CreepyPM subreddit, because you have “so many options, that [you] can go Ultra-Direct in [your] text game and many players who are on a great level utilize this.”
Don’t bother with small talk. Don’t bother with charm. All you need to do is state your famous name, determine if she is of legal age in the state you are in (and she was, in New York), and then proceed to work out the logisitics. And BAM, you’re in like Flynn. (Though one imagines that the real Erroll Flynn actually tried to work some personal charm into his approach with women.)
McQueen sums it up for us mere mortals:
[H]is ’game’ was not ‘thirsty’, but simply Direct. While not great, it was solid.
He is a celebrity, so it’s less about him using Game and more about him asking questions as though they are completing a transaction. She gets to fuck a celebrity and he gets her pussy. Simple.
Yeah. Except that none of that happened and now a guy who could have slept with any one of literally millions of enthusiastic volunteers over the age of 18 is now the poster boy for celebrity creepiness.
He could have been smoother and possibly gotten the bang, but he probably does not care.
Yeah. Unless this is all a publicity stunt, I’m thinking that he probably does care just a little bit now.
This is classic I Don’t Give A Fuck Game.
When your value is high and your time is precious, you don’t give a fuck if she rejects you. This is Next Level.
Well, if by “Next Level” you mean “an approach so crude and creepy that it not only squicked out the 17 year old fan that it was directed at but also millions of female fans who’ve now seen the texts online.”
He put out minimal effort to prove it was him, which was understandable considering she doubted it was him, and when she balked, he ejected quickly.
I guess he’s got a point here. It would have been even worse if Franco had stuck around and tried to pressure the fan to see him.
Remember gents, when your Game is tight and you have High Value, you can go Direct. Men of High Value don’t have time to be wasted. You may get rejected immediately, but you also won’t waste time with girls just seeking attention and validation.
You may, on the other hand, be exposed on the internet as a creepy predator. But I guess Men of High Value don’t care about that, which is why Franco didn’t go on Live With Kelly and Michael shortly after this broke to apologize for it all. Oh wait. He did.
Huh. That doesn’t sound High Value at all.
… Wow. Well, personally, I wish you the best Mr. Minter, and I hope you enjoy your writing.
Well, it took till a few years after I’d graduated uni with my first degree because I had a baby face, but yes, it dropped off when I was in my mid- to late 20s. And I don’t bash myself with the idea that it had anything to do with my looks dropping off around then, because they didn’t. Right around the time that I became more worldly-wise and self-aware, and especially once I learned self-defence, it dwindled away to almost nothing. And I didn’t miss it, because unwanted sexual advances are frankly fucking SCARY.
I recommend the red pill. Usually produces bowel movement within 6-8 hours:
http://www.everydayhealth.com/drugs/colace
I highly recommend it to Christian McQueen. His “writing” sounds horribly constipated.
Wow, the actual Christian McQueen took time off of dispensing dick in a Skinner Box to engage in the wittiest of repartees (that he can manage)!
What a fucking tool. And, like always, “deep conversion” (Jesus, could you come up with a name that sounded *more* like Winston’s punishment at the end of 1984?) reads exactly like a manual for an abusive relationship.
Keep it classy, you worthless PUA sacks of shit and hair.
Lol, for some reason, when I re-read “sacks of shit and hair”, in my head it gets the intonation from that line in The Cider House Rules, “you kings of New England”
Why do I get the feeling anyone following Mr Remedial English Class, Stat’s style tips would end up looking like this creep:
http://www.rawstory.com/rs/2014/04/05/hannity-guest-women-spring-breakers-are-human-garbage-whose-parents-dont-love-them/
@tealily
I know a real “playboy” as he’s my partner’s boyfriend. He averages a huge amount of sex per night and has multiple girlfriends and has been doing a lot of group sex with multiple women as of late. So all the things that the PUA crowd masturbates to.
And how did he manage this amazing level of “skill in the game”? By being a respectful conscientious lover, having a strong feminist belief in consent, and forming honest polyamorous relationships where everyone in his poly circle has full reign to find the relationship dynamics that work best for him.
In short, by doing the exact opposite of what is preached in the game. And I know a bunch more people in the general kink scene who have a long list of play partners for exactly the same reason. Being feminist and building a reputation for absolute respect for consent and demonstrating that by valuing not only stated boundaries but boundaries that are not explicitly consented for.
Cause it turns out that women are people and like playing and having sex with people who are fun and respectful rather than creepy and manipulative.
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My harassment dropped off significantly when I got out of pubic school. That doesn’t mean it stopped. I had a stalker in college. I was sexually harassed at work, by a younger, more fit, man who had an amazing, smart, talented, beautiful, young girlfriend*. He knew I was married. He also harassed lesbians. He treated his female coworkers like a personal harem. Most of us flat out hated the dude.These guys aren’t skeevy because they have no other options. They are skeevy because they get off on being skeevy.
I quit the job. The higher ups basically said, “Boys will be boys”.
He currently works with all the teen volunteers.
*That awesome chick dumped his skank-ass, btw. Like I said, she’s smart.
These doods do not understand how behavior modification works. Not only is the way they are trying to utilize it unethical. It’s wrong. They don’t even know how to do the thing they claim to be experts at.
It’s just fail after fail. It’s failseption.
I love that he says that women are the gatekeepers of sex right before telling men to be the gatekeepers. So he acknowledges that men are just as capable as women of refusing to have sex with someone, but women are still the gatekeepers because…?
If they want to commodify sex, why don’t they just pay for it? That’s reliable sex with a willing partner who is happy to have no-strings-attached sex.
Because, it isn’t about sex. It’s about power and the ability to use it to harm others.
leatapp:
WTF. “Hey, this guy is sexually inappropriate and harassed his female co-workers. I know, instead of disciplining/firing him, lets put him in a position where he has access to teenage girls who, due to their youth, are the most vulnerable and the least likely to have the tools, confidence and life experience to be able to deal with this guy (because its painfully obvious that no one in the company is going to deal with him).”
And yes, creepers and harassment fell off as I got older. Weirdly, now, I mostly get it at work (from patients, not co-workers). Not vey often, but enough to make me scratch my head over it. Scrubs are probably the least sexy clothes anyone could possibly wear.
Poor widdle Christian can only reach the low hanging fruit. He can only respond to David’s hilarious post mocking Christians stupid as fuck site with, “Hurr, you’re fat”. Bless his shriveled black heart, that’s as witty as he gets.
Are you killing? That was a brilliant neg and now David has to have sex with him.
I mean kidding.
I’d say these guys are the addicts. They’re hooked on the idea that they can use sex to get power over women and keep them coming back for more, forever. They haven’t learned yet that it just doesn’t work that way, and that a woman is more apt to get sick of their shit and leave their sorry asses in the dust if they try it than she is to come back crying for a second chance. No guy who messed my head around EVER got me coming back for more. It didn’t matter how badly I wanted him — and, as it turns out, I never wanted anyone THAT badly. Even when my self-esteem was shot, I didn’t go back to him for a love fix; I ended up hating him for messing with me, way more than I despised myself for getting messed with. Because even naïve young things who are desperate for love have their limits.
Fucking us over is a sure way of finding out how poorly we react to the idea of “having competition”. I don’t compete for guys. I figure that if he’s with someone else, he’d rather be with her, and therefore, I’m done with him — she’s welcome to him. I don’t share, and I don’t play games. And I’d rather die alone than coddle a walking ego’s vanity. There is simply no such thing as a dick worth craving, because dicks are just meat. And if the person attached to them isn’t decent, what’s the fucking point?
I’ve heard about him doing the same thing with extras on set. It was very sad to find out that he would invite woman over and proceed to jump them. I really thought he was one of those interesting and intelligent type celebrities. Oh well.
For me, too, the harassment dropped off nicely, once people read me as an adult in my mid twenties. But last year, at 31, I hurt my foot and had to waddle around with crutches; and there they were, back as ever. Yes, in my experience, it is absolutley about power.
tealily – thanks! I enjoy your posts, too. You always have great insights.
PUAs would probably argue that the harrassment wanes because girls peak between 15 to 18 and then wither into raisiny hags. However, at around the age I stopped being attractive to creepers, I started being attractive to regular guys my own age.
I remember getting slimed at my locker in high school by the women’s tennis coach. He seemed ancient, though he was probably only in his late thirties/early forties. There were rumors about him, but I never believed them until the day he materialized next to me in a deserted hallway and started verbally appraising my body in weird flowery Song of Solomon language, starting with my “swanlike neck”. Luckily I was able to make an excuse and get away, but it gave me the willies. In retrospect I wish I’d said something, but I was too unsure and confused by it.
The year after I graduated, there was a scandal involving an away tennis tournament, three players, and a hot tub. He was either fired, or forced to resign. I’m sure he found work elsewhere, giving adolescent girls tips on their overhand slice and comparing their breasts to twin white does grazing on the slopes of Mount Abora. Men like that always know how to stay two steps ahead of the tar and feathers.
The only harassment I remember as a teen was from a boy at school – nasty, physical stuff, but it stopped the minute I told the deputy head about it. I’ve had very little over the years since, and in each instance it was at work, and again, stopped when I told my supervisors.
Tahina – I wondered what to expect when I had to start using a walking stick, but surprisingly I haven’t had any harassment I’d attribute to it (and remarkably little at all, doubtless because of my age). It didn’t happen when I was walking very slowly because my knee was so bad, and doesn’t now that I’m able to walk normally again. Maybe the “try it and you’ll get intimately acquainted with this stick” thought rays are getting there. 😉
I only recall one incident of anyone showing a sexual interest in me before my first boyfriend at 17, and that was a boy close to my own age when we both pre-teen. But I was very much a late bloomer, and a tomboy. I also grew up in a small town. I don’t know if that made any difference.
*Also nerdy/dorky. Perhaps that repels adult creepers as well as schoolboys.
They really believe women think like that, huh? I mean, seriously? Just because a dude says he doesn’t want to boink one night? My thought when casual partners or boyfriends weren’t up for it was to take them at their word because sometimes people just aren’t in the fucking mood. It happens.
Well, the whistles and catcalls pretty much stopped about a year ago (I’m twenty-six), but I still get creeped on a lot. I think I get perceived as being several years younger than I am, though, mainly by older men.
Oh look, it’s Minter (here in this thread):
Well, that’s awfully cordial of you. Or maybe I’m too high to notice any possible silliness in your comment.
Perhaps part of their ‘game’ is to reinforce a “always wanting sex” persona at first, so that when they say they’re not interested it is a suspicious anomaly. It’s not like they present themselves as well rounded individuals with such beta things as a personality or hobbies.