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Attention ladies who have sex with men! The sex you are having now is a crime against the hypothetical man or men you will have sex with in the future. At least according to some Red Pill douchebags.
Yesterday, you may recall, we looked at a bizarre and nasty post by pickup guru Roosh Valizadeh that argued, among other things, that all women who aren’t virgins are essentially “soft cuckolding” their future husbands. Because, evidently, any man who marries a woman not only owns her in the present; he retroactively owns her past self as well.
Today, in Reddit’s Red Pill subreddit, we find a fellow called redpilltom making a very similar – if slightly less extreme – argument about women and their sexual pasts.
In a post titled “Never date a woman who won’t do sexual things with you that she did with her other partners,” redpilltom argues that if a woman ever agreed to any sexual act in the past she owes it to you as well.
[I]f you ever, and I mean ever, find out that she did something with an ex that she refuses to do with you, drop her. Drop her fast and drop her hard. This goes from giving it up on X number of dates, to certain sexual acts that you want to do, to threesomes, to the frequency of sex.
Yep. As redpilltom sees it, if a woman says yes to anal sex with one man, she’s obliged to say yes to every future partner who wants anal. To refuse would be a deep insult to whoever she’s dating – and evidence that she sees her current partner as the simpering “beta” in the Red Pill catchphrase “Alpha fucks, Beta bucks.”
It is not only the #1 sign of being on the losing end of the AF/BB relationship, but it screams “Oh, well I felt I needed to impress and be good to them, but you seem easy enough that I don’t need to put in effort.” Do yourself a favor and move on to a woman who sees you as equal or better to the men who used to fuck her. Don’t settle for being second best.
It’s not as if what she wants matters at all in this equation. As redpilltom and his fellow Red Piller see it, sex isn’t something that women desire or enjoy — except with hunky alphas. It’s something that women have in their possession – and which non-alpha men have to get from them, by hook or by crook.
And if for whatever reason, good or bad, a woman “gave” a man in her past a certain sex act, she can’t change her mind and refuse to “give” it to you.
For the women who may be getting furious reading this, just imagine what it was like if you knew your boyfriend was rich.
Oh dear. This can’t be going anywhere good. Red Pillers regularly denounce women as “whores” and “golddiggers” who trade (their) sex for (men’s) money – at least when it comes to betas with bucks. But Red Pill dudes themselves see sex as essentially an economic transaction.
Imagine that he always brought his ex’s out on really nice vacations, nice house, bought them really nice gifts, treated them like princesses, etc. But he refused to do any of that with you, he wanted to be frugal with you even though he has more than enough money to treat you. Wouldn’t you feel a little bit weird about it? Wouldn’t you question why you were different, why he didn’t care to treat you the same? Why the sudden change?
I don’t know, maybe he’s older and wiser and realized that he was spending too much money and driving himself into debt? Maybe he got tired of an ex who only “rewarded” him with sex when he spend a lot of money on her? Or maybe his ex got tired of him trying to buy sex with money.
Hell, maybe he realized that the whole “sex for money” equation is an unhealthy basis for a romantic relationship?
In a followup comment, redpilltom makes clear he has no interest in hearing what the woman has to say about any of this.
![ForbiddenFruit420 13 points 14 hours ago What if she doesn't want to do it with you because she didn't enjoy it with her ex? permalink save report give gold [–]redpilltom [S] 37 points 14 hours ago That's something that's a bit more delicate and requires a bit more context. "I tried anal with my ex but stopped him because I didn't like it" is different than "I used to do it all the time with my ex, but didn't really like it". The context in the first was "I didn't like how it felt so I stopped" and the second was "I didn't really care for it, but he loved it so I did it for him". Overall it doesn't carry the same weight as the "I'm not that kind of girl anymore" BS that the post is more about, but it is a huge red flag and you should keep your eye out for more signs you're getting strung along. And, of course, women lie up and down about their sexual history. If a woman tells you she only tried something once briefly but hated it, it's pretty likely that she did it multiple times and loved it in the context of an alpha guy who gave her more tingles than you.](https://i0.wp.com/www.wehuntedthemammoth.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/lying.png?ssl=1)
Red Pill dudes, if you’re so deathly afraid of becoming a beta shelling out bucks for sex that alphas get for free, maybe you should stop seeing sex as an essentially economic transaction in which the desires of women – or at least their desire for anything but money – counts for nothing.
But in the meantime if you do decide to break up with a woman because she won’t have anal sex with you like she did in her college days – or whatever – you’re actually doing her a giant favor. Because no one deserves to be stuck in a relationship with someone like you.
H/T — r/thebluepill
I never got into any kind of horror movies…they all rubbed me wrong one way or the other. If it wasn’t the obvious, unoriginal gross-outs, it was the punitive stuff you saw on late-night TV. And of course, all the punished (read: MURDERED) individuals were girls who’d had sex with their boyfriends*, because the killer was invariably some “socially awkward” (and possibly deformed) dude getting revenge on them for rejecting him, even if the rejection was only in his mind. This is entertainment???
*the boyfriend was usually allowed to live, but just barely got away. Harrumph.
True. I wagged the whole year. But yeah, it’s all homosocial, isn’t it? (Imagine how using that word would freak out the Red Pillocks, heheh.) All about some stupid competition with each other.
@ GOM
You’re forgetting that “everyone” and “men” aren’t the same thing again.
@seraph – Nonononooooo. I meant a GOOD horror flick. Not to be written *by* MRAs, but *about* them.
BTW, my favorite part of that post was this line: “Their taste buds were totally warped to protect their babies.”
OK, so here’s my starter sketch:
Basic misogynist still feels horny, and he can’t pick up a date, so he attends a PUA class, where he learns not only that he’s not the only one who feels this way, but also how to pick up young, inexperienced HB10s, with low self esteem.
He goes to bars to pick up victims, and the serial killings begin. Or would, except he’s a monologuer. You see, he doesn’t get the gag on the first victim fast enough, and she asks him “Why?!”
So, thrilled at the prospect of having a (literally) captive audience for his mansplaination, he proceeds to tell her all about it, as he fondles the tools he intends to use on her.
Meanwhile, her wing-woman (WW)/designated driver/decoy fat friend finally shakes off HIS wingman (who “took the hit for the team and hit on the fat friend) and realizes she’s been taken. WW immediately reports her friend missing to the police, but they don’t want to pay any attention, except to ask what she was wearing and how much she’d had to drink.
She shows the cops a selfie of her and her friend, and what the friend was wearing, and since the friend is an HB10, off they go to the rescue! Of course, it will be a long ride home, and they joke with each other, on the way, about taking “the scenic route,” and maybe stopping at Lookout Point, to “gather some evidence” from the HB10.
The cops arrive to say the HB10, and fall into the well-prepared (but still ranting) MRA. Much gruesomeness occurs.
Meanwhile, the WW follows behind, and since the traps have already been triggered, she is able to slip through.
While the one final cop is fighting with the MRA over who gets to enjoy the prize, WW quietly sneaks up, undoes the restraints, and then the two women push the MRA (who is still wrestling with the cop) into the pit of rabid sharks.
HB10 then shows her value by being the one who is able to hot-wire the cop van (because she took auto shop in school) and drive it back to town.
Now, I KNOW I did not hit all the tropes, so please feel free to add anything I missed. Let’s flesh this thing out!
Reading PUA blogs may feel like a horror movie initially, but then it turns into comedy when you realize how full of shit they are.
Ugh! Warren always gives me the shivers, probably because of all the big bads, he’s the one who is not only possible, but plausible, and I’ve known Warren wannabes.
Also, thanks for the visual and song. I can’t unsee/unhear either.
@kitteh – I rarely enjoy being scared, nervous or tense, but around Halloween, I get in the mood for a scary movie. I usually go for the “Elvira” kind, though, where you’re torn between ooooh-creepy and pointing and laughing.
I find it particularly fun if I’m on my pain pills, because then I’m so mellow, I don’t even care about anything *except* the pointing at laughing. “But, how did they even get to the top of the church tower? Did he send his henchmen up to the top of the church tower, just in case the hero decided to go up there? It sure seemed like no one was planning to go up there and it was a last-minute decision, because they were cornered, but there were three henchmen lying in wait. How did they get up there first? Just how many henchmen does he have? Are they hanging out in ALL the attics in town, in case they have to go there? This makes no sense.”
I become somewhat obsessive about these little details when I’m on my pain pills, and obsessing bout these little details really draws me away from being scared.
I discovered Cabin In the Woods this lasts Halloween, though, and watched it twice, completely sober (the second time), because it was so good.
@Michelle! You might like Tucker and Dale vs Evil – it’s a spoof of the college-kids-in-the-woods-vs-psycho-killers thing. Very silly and funny, with some grossness for good measure.
Michelle – I WANT TO SEE THE PIT OF RABID SHARKS SCENE.
This needs to be a thing.
Instead of Misandramas Eve, we’re going to celebrate Misandramas Lilith.
Buttercup, that’s a groanlaugh.
You called?
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So, since friend zoning didn’t making it into the Twelve Days of Misandramous, might I propose “The First Friendzone” as a new carol?
The firrrst friendzone, the redpills did say
Was to certain poor betas being de-nied a lay…
And now I must stop, for a single tear has welled up in my eye.
…aaaand thus, in great distress
they formed a group,
to whine on the internet
both night and day…
(I carried it on for you)
contrapangloss, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Friiend zone, friend zone
Friend zone, friend zone
Born is the penis that has no new home
These carols! Such win!
Hark the herald boners sing
Glory to the new returned king!
Rage wrathful now, ye beta men
Misandry you dismay
Remember, sperm’s no saviour
When alphas come your way
You all must fall to whorish power
Till you go your own way
O tidings of dolour destroy,
Dolour destroy,
O tidings of dolour destroy.
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night,
The hypergamous slut.
You are glorious, you wonderful Misandramas carolers. 😀
Kitteh,
Much respect for not knowing the details of Twilight.
Misandramas is so good it should come more than once a year. Except for continuing two days devoted to cats, here’s an alternate version for Misandramas #2:
12 sleepy kitties
11 sperm-jacked condoms
10 stepped-on Legos
9 romance heroes
8 paying cuckolds
7 shot-down alphas
6 friendzoned betas
5 MGTOWs gone (with a voiced-over “really” between MGTOWs and gone)
4 purring cats
3 white knights
2 porn shops shut
and a big bathtub full of male tears
6-10 could have had more variety, but were chosen to go with the geese/swans, etc.
@Lea
Oh absolutely. That’s why I said that some people see that impulse in themselves and they don’t equivocate, they take it up, most likely because yes they feel whoever or whatever it’s directed at is less than them or somehow deserves it for not complying with them. Here is a terrible story from my own childhood. There is cruelty to animals in this story, so don’t read if that triggers you.
When I was about six (and my brother about fourteen), our family thought of getting a dog at our summer cottage, and we got a gold retriever puppy from someone we knew that lived about five miles away from us.
After that puppy (it was sort of semi-grown, more a very young dog than puppy I guess) had been at the cottage for about three days, my brother got a bull whip and decided to play a “game” where he would lash the ground within inches of this dog that was tied to a shed, so the puppy just ran around completely terrified. It never got hit, but it was out of its mind with terror. And then he got me to join in on the “fun” and for like the first five minutes it did seem fun to chase the dog around. And then my brain went “what the fuck, that’s a puppy, you’re being horrible!” so I stopped and told my brother to stop it too because we were being very sadistic to that dog for no reason. And my argument completely failed to impress him. In fact he thought it doubly fun that now both the dog and I were in distress.
Long story short, nobody got hurt, the puppy ran away back to its mama the next day, and I told my parents to not bring it back under any circumstances.
That was my first and last necessary lesson in human cruelty. I learned “don’t be blind to it in yourself, or you will fuck up” and “some people aren’t blind, they’ve just embraced their puppy torturing impulses wholesale; they are hurting that puppy BECAUSE it is a puppy.”
I don’t know what to do about it.
Oh thank god — anything to get Rock-A-Bye Baby out of my head!