Dudes! More specifically, white dudes! Are you interested in “locking down a good White woman” of your very own?
These days, a commenter on Chateau Heartiste explains, you can’t just hypnotize the ladies with your buff bod and masterful pickup artistry. You also need to be racist as hell. Oh, sorry, you need “to reject the anti-White race-propaganda that’s flooding out [sic] society.”
You need White Supremacist Game.
According to a comment from “Corvo” that Heartiste liked so much that he made a post of it,
The culture has become increasingly negrofied, and, whether by nature, nurture, or CultMarx propaganda (seemingly a perfect storm of all three) so many young White men and boys are just unprepared for the reality of the mating game in the current year.
And that’s where the white supremacy comes in:
Without race-awareness, far too many will either end up as wiggers–second-class, embarrassing, pale shadows aping the worst humans on the planet–or schlubby beta borderline incels.
Huh. I’m a little confused here, since I was under the impression that the “worst humans on the planet” were the aspiring pickup artists who read Chateau Heartiste.
It’s not surprising, really, when you’re force fed a diet of CultMarx propaganda that tells White boys they have no culture or history to be proud of (in fact if anything they should feel guilty) and that they should just have some more potato chips and join in the magic negro worship.
So “Cultural Marxism” is basically an exceedingly sneaky plot to sell potato chips? That explains a lot.
For those who don’t believe that racism is the magic ingredient that will allow aspiring pickup artists to score themselves a truly quality woman, Corvo offers a “field report” that attests to his amazing success in attracting the young hotties during, er, a recent trip to a water park with his wife and kids.
Apparently there’s no “game” more powerful than “Racist Dad Game.”
I was out in northeast Pennsylvania for a few days with the wife and kids at this big indoor water park / lodge place in the mountains. Demographically it wasn’t quite what I grew up with, but it was still 80% White.
Well that’s a relief!
There were far too many soft White men lumbering around under too much fat; even worse was seeing young White boys already overweight at age 10. I’d estimate that a majority of the boys were fit and could grow into little shitlords given the right guidance. Most of the girls were fit, although most of the mothers were not (most outweighed my petite woman, who’s 7 months pregnant).
That’s right. Even though his wife is pregnant, she’s no fattie!
I’m no looker; 5’10” and about a buck-fifty; bald (been rocking the skinhead since college) and in my early 40s.
But Corvo knows what to do to make sure the young hotties notice him.
I threw up a flag – put the TRUMP t-shirt on and walked around like I owned the fucking place.
Donald Trump is such an awesome alpha that just wearing a t-shirt with his name on it will make you irresistable to the hot babes!
[O]ver two days I had 4 cute girls, none older than 21, come up to tell me they liked my shirt
That’s right, fellas! SOME HOT BABES LIKED HIS TRUMP T-SHIRT at a rate of TWO HOT BABES PER TRUMP SHIRT PER DAY! Obviously they all wanted to bear his children.
(for the record, I got one positive comment from another father, and one smart-ass remark from a 65+ cat lady hag working at the on-site Starbucks – I told the cunt to make my coffee great).
Wait, there are 65-year-old women working at Starbucks? I’m beginning to wonder if this story isn’t really 100% accurate.
Yeah I gave the cute girls some friendly banter and invoked a little very mild dread game with my wife, but this is the point: there are still good (as good as they come anyway) White girls out there just waiting to be taken and lead.
Er, the past tense of the verb “to lead” is “led.” Also, I’m not 100% sure that when a woman half your age says she likes your t-shirt that this is an indication that she would also like your penis.
The quality ones are the ones with latent race-realism in their naughty little hearts. And any real man is going to want a brood of little sh*tlords one day.
I hate to break it to you, dude, but your kids aren’t going to grow up to be carbon copies of you. They might end up rejecting your foul racism. And possibly dating or even marrying someone who isn’t white.
Oh, we can only hope!
I doubt any one of those girls would have approached me back in my go-along-and-get-along-beta-gentleman days.
So over the course of two days at a water park teeming with people, four young women said they liked his Trump shirt. Dude, that doesn’t make you King Sexy of Supersexy Land. I know this may be hard to believe, dude, but it’s possible that they … just liked your Trump shirt.
Corvo follows this story with a lovely racist rant.
Wherever they go, nogs and third-world ingrates showboat and walk around like they own the place. When the truth is they and their culture have built nothing, accomplished nothing, and know nothing; they are shallow, ignorant, and ultimately dependent on White men.
This from a guy whose idea of a great accomplishment is to wear a Trump shirt to a water park and get a few compliments on it.
I don’t walk around hating anything that doesn’t deserve hatred, but you need race-realism to put things into perspective so that you can go out there and pull the quality girls.
Sure, basic Game will get you plenty of warm holes to stick your dick in for a few minutes, and by all means use it to your advantage. But the cocktail of Game and race-realism mixed and served daily by the worthy men of Le Chateau are the prescription for true abundance in life.
That and a Trump t-shirt, I guess.
No, actually I haven’t. My life doesn’t revolve around sex. I have other things that make me happy, so whenever there’s a dry spell I’m not devastated.
Just because you made that decision doesn’t mean that I have.
Expecting women to yield their space by physically moving away to avoid him, treating them so shabbily that they must actually move somewhere else, somewhere less desirable to be (because otherwise they would have been there already), to keep Glenn from crossing even more boundaries with them, is an incredibly shitty attitude.
I stand by my original assertion: Glenn has made a non-trivial number of people uncomfortable, and has ruined some people’s evenings, and he doesn’t give even the beginnings of a shit about this. And he thinks this is a positive outcome that everyone should emulate.
@Isidore – you don’t know what my opener is. Even if it was crude (it never is) a punch would not be reasonable. Now you’re just trolling too.
Jeeby creeby, what’s going on in here?
Oh, hello, Glenn. I think you’re running into a bit of a like-minds problem, where you assume other people generally have the same opinions, thoughts and tendencies as you. Don’t feel bad about that – it’s a natural part of how brains work, actually.
PoM is trying to communicate the fact that, sometimes, other people don’t want to talk to you – it’s not you, they’re just not in a brain-space where they want to engage with a stranger looking for sex. It’s your responsibility as a sex-seeker to identify those people before engaging with them. It should really be part of your “game,” to be honest (but I don’t think your “game” is all that interested in what women want or feel).
Oh, and I personally know several celibate people, male and female. There’s a fairly strong social stigma against celibacy (as you have exhibited!), so few people admit it, even to themselves. It’s not that uncommon.
@PoM, Glenn’s boner is the only thing that truly exists in the universe. Time and matter are transcended and other people don’t exist, it is only Glenn’s boner. Even Glenn doesn’t really exist, as he has admitted. Just his lonely, lonely boner, for eternity.
There most certainly are instances where just talking to a woman is a boundary violation.
At clubs, bars, and parties, talking with strangers and even hooking up are common occurrences. I don’t have a problem with men cold approaching women in those circumstances if he is respectful of any indications that the approach is not welcome. And if no attempt is made to take advantage of someone too inebriated to exercise good judgement.
But in a store, on the street, on public transit, while she’s working at her job and any other location or circumstance that isn’t associated with seeking casual sex, a cold approach is a big violation. Women just trying to live their lives do not want to be hit on by strange men and have to decide how to escape the unwelcome interaction.
Any Metro area has lots of people signed up for online dating and has lots of singles mixers. Any man who is claiming it’s somehow necessary to street harass in order to meet women is entirely full of shit.
It’s not actually that difficult to recognize a boundary, and I would bet that Glenn exercises this skill every day in his interactions with other men.
He just doesn’t seem to think that women have boundaries, or maybe he simply doesn’t think he needs to respect them. I can’t read Glenn’s mind and wouldn’t want to venture there if I could, but it has to be something along those lines.
@Glenn, it really doesn’t matter if it’s crude or not. The woman sitting at the bar, not looking at you and nursing her drink? Your opener rudely interrupts her peaceful enjoyment of an excellent martini. The woman at the grocery store smelling the tomatoes to check for ripeness? You’re rudely interrupting her while she’s just out trying to run errands. The woman jogging in the park? You’re rudely interrupting maybe the only time she gets to herself all day long. And yes, when you’re not expecting it, haven’t invited it, and don’t want it, someone coming onto you can be incredibly jarring, no matter how politely phrased.
@isidore13
There is a logistical problem with the idea that nothing exists except Glenn’s boner. For instance, how can his boner possibly get wet if isn’t attached to a meatsack that can tend to this requirement? And how can the meatsack secure the means to get the boner wet if other people, or at least sex toys, don’t exist?
I’m not saying that this is a logical bar to the idea. Instead of being a brain in a jar, Glenn could be a boner in a jar; the fact that it wants stuff doesn’t require the universe to exist just so that it can have those things. But unless the boner in a jar is hallucinating, Glenn wouldn’t believe that he’s succeeding with game. And if the boner is hallucinating, why would it hallucinate some women snorting at him and turning away? That’s a really specific hallucination, and not one that advances the boner’s interests, so it’s hard to argue that this is likely to occur.
@PoM, I think we need to call Daniel Dennett on this one.
Or Lonely Island.
(Obscure-dick-in-a-box-joke!)
@PoM, I feel like you can’t expect logic from a boner in a jar, especially one that’s all alone in the universe.
Perhaps the boner secretly hates itself?
@Scildfreja – I have to go listen to that now lol
Disagree. I never use crude language as an opener. And again, if there’s no response, or an eye-roll, I move on. If this interaction has just ruined a woman’s day, then I’m lost. I am a person with wants and feelings, too! I have the right to at least try to approach an attractive woman.
Those people probably aren’t celibate by choice.
Why?
This is not a true statement. Some world-class entitlement, is what this is.
Disagree
yes, agree with this
No. I’m not asking for “casual sex”. I’m starting a conversation which might later lead to sex.
Because you speak for all women, and it’s so difficult to opt out of a conversation.
I know – generally I’m not attracted to the women who tend to sign up for these events.
It’s not harassment – at least not my case.
Incorrect. I know these people far better than you. Humans are complicated, and can have complicated reasons for wanting to have sex or not. Most of them are socially constructed.
I urge you, sir, do not debate the topic of motivation with me. I’m good at it. You might as well stamp me with a John Deere logo, ’cause I am a threshing machine and will bale you.
You do have wants and feelings! Certainly! Everyone does, Glenn. That’s fine. That’s no indictment. Nor is it a reason or excuse. It’s the game field, or the problem space, if you like.
At it’s simplest, behaving ethically is about treating other people with respect. This includes recognizing when someone doesn’t want something, and then not doing that something. And this includes recognizing when a “beautiful woman” doesn’t want to talk to you, and then not talking to her.
It’s not a rule, violating it doesn’t make you a rapist. It’s just a question of the sort of person you want to be. Do you want to assume that the thing you want to do is fine until you see evidence otherwise? Or do you want to be the person who takes time to consider others before taking action?
It’s not about the girls, it’s not about the game, it’s not about sex. It’s about the person you are making yourself into. Which of those two do you want to be?
Why not?
So, are you going to walk back your speaking for all men? Or remain the hypocrite? Because I haven’t seen you own that one yet.
You know, right up until this point, I thought, maybe Glenn will say he exclusively pursues women at clubs and at parties and singles mixers where there’s at least some plausible deniability – women do go there when they want sex or romance. But no. Glenn’s not interested in women who openly and explicitly want it, he’s only interested in women who might not.
This makes no sense.
Anybody has the right to approach anybody else, unless we’re talking about adults approaching children.
Why not? Because maybe they don’t fucking want to be approached, asshole. Seriously. This is what people in this thread have been saying since you butted in with your stupid fucking opinion. WOMEN DON’T ALWAYS WANT TO BE APPROACHED. And now you’ve proven you have the attitude of a rapist, because you EXPLICITLY DON’T GIVE A SHIT that an attractive woman might not even want to hear your opener or have to look at you or listen to you at all. You think your desire to talk to them trumps their possible desire to be left the fuck alone, which means you fail the first test of consent.
Sorry if I was a bit aggressive in the last post! I just wanted to add one thing here.
It is, actually.
We have strong social conventions, for both men and women, about saying no or shutting down a conversation. We have to basically cast ourselves as “the bad guy” in our personal narrative to do this, and that’s not an easy thing to do. Turning someone down or stopping a conversation is an easy way to ruin your mood.
This goes double for women, who are faced with the problem of
a) being conditioned from birth to be “nice” to people at all times. The urge against being a villain in your internal narrative is very strong for a woman, often! (men can also have this issue, but it’s not as common), and
b) often when a woman rejects a man, there is a threat of insult, scorn, or abuse – not just from the man being rejected, but even from passers-by. This ranges form dirty looks and looking-away to shouted insults and stalking. It’s often easier to just play along until there’s a way to exit nicely.
So, yes, it is difficult to opt out of a conversation. This is why so many women wear headphones and sunglasses.
@Isidore – There’s not always a way to know whether women want to be approached. And yes, if she looks tired or upset, I will not approach. If she rejects my opener, I will leave. But for the default assumption to be that she doesn’t want the approach – no way, fuck that.
Wow, you started out somewhat reasonable. Then a switch flipped and you became a raging cunt.
Why no way, fuck that? Why is that a bad default assumption?