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By David Futrelle
Manosphere dinguses — from pickup artists to incels — often lament that dating apps and social media in general give straight women an unfair advantage in the so-called sexual marketplace, because women get so much male attention that they start to think they’re too good for ordinary men.
Pickup artists complain that the sexual marketplace today has changed irrevocably since the good old days of only a few years ago, when peacocking PUAs could (allegedly) walk into any nightclub and walk out with an HB7 or higher, no problem.
But one Man Going His Own Way called Byron doesn’t think the good old days were that great either. In a post on the MGTOW.com forums a couple of years back — presumably when women were less stuck-up than they allegedly are today — he declared that nightclubs were and are “hellish domains of pussy power.”
After reflecting on “all my personal experiences of literally thousands of times I went clubbing” he came up with five reasons why.
First, he declared, clubs put too much emphasis on personal appearance — which naturally gives ladies an advantage.
Outer appearance is what strongly defines female sexual market value. In the clubs women are actually always displaying their maximum sexual market value. Most of the females even peak above their usual value by using sexy make-up, clothing, and utilizing the darkened atmosphere in the clubs to hide numerous physical imperfections.
Damn those ladies and their diabolical strategy of looking their best when they go out!
And while young females circle around full and mighty.. drunk by their own sexual value and egocentrism, men are left feeling a combination of: low sexual market value (since they can’t display even 30% of it), horny and blue-balled, and most of the time flat out disappointed after no “godly female” decided to give them attention.
Yes, women are so lucky that they can get the attention of every creepy dude in the club.
Also, clubs play music so darm loud!
Loud music supports the emphasis on external appearances and female sexual market value. You can not have any normal conversations in clubs, hell even basic conversations are difficult.
Evidently women thrive in environments where no one can understand what anyone else is saying.
Dumber than a rock females circle around as if they are the earth’s greatest creation, conveniently hiding their ugly lack of intellect and bird-brains behind the loud music.
Unlike poor Byron here, who displays his bird-brain every time he opens his mouth (or posts a post on MGTOW.com).
And get this: Dance clubs also tend to have dancing going on in them.
That’s right, one more supportive feature aimed at displaying female sexual value in its fullest. Females get to draw further attention by utilizing succubus movements.
Um, succubus movements? I thought MGTOWs were into succubi now.
In any case, I think you’re only going to get the succubus dancing on Goth Night, anyway.
Whoops, wrong gif!
Ah, much better.
Byron continues, pointing out the shocking fact that nightclubs also serve booze, which evidently transforms men into blithering idiots ripe for exploitation by devious ugly ladies.
The more drunk you are the better for the females.
I’m pretty sure there is no woman on earth who would agree with this sentiment. Unless she’s an old-timey street ruffian hoping to make a few shillings rolling drunks.
You tend to be hazy in your thinking, frequently falling a notch down on analytical and logical capabilities.
Sorry to be blunt here, Byron, but with you, how would anyone even tell?
That brings men a level down from their actual sexual market value and feminizes them a bit in the sense of slightly impaired rationality.
That … is not what “feminize” means. Because if it did, MGTOWs would be some of the most feminized creatures on planet earth.
This is ideal for females and additionally opens men to all kinds of silly and flat manipulations dumber females couldn’t possibly pull off under normal circumstances.
Poor drunk dudes, lured into hitting on women by the devious female strategy of being in the same general area as the aforementioned drunk dudes.
Not only that, but there are “numerous other little details” that make clubs perfect for women.
Numerous other little details in the way clubs operate that remind men that women are considered more important. This is pure brainwashing at this point. Stuff like: free passes for women, free drinks for women, free tables for women, women waiting for men to buy them drinks (sacrifice your [balls] and dignity at the pussy alter), etc.
You can tell just how much better clubs are for women than for men by the fact that these clubs sometimes have to offer free admission to women to get any of them to actually show up, while men are willing to pay money to go to a place where there might be women.
Clubs are the epiphany of appearance over substance.
No, an epiphany is when you suddenly realize that Byron is such an idiot he doesn’t know the difference between “epiphany” and “epitome.”
It’s no wonder women love clubbing all day and all night. Too bad we’re no longer playing by their rules.
Dude, I doubt any women on earth — aside from those reading this post now — are even aware that you’re “not playing by their rules” any more. And I rather doubt any of them would react to this news with anything other than a small sigh of relief.
D’yever get the impression that some of these guys are like two neural connections away from realizing it’s all a bunch of bullshit and that the source of all their unhappiness is this constant need to validate oneself for their peer group by “possessing” a woman of a certain physical appearance? Just so so close.
@Ellesar
Sunk cost fallacy. They’ve invested too much of their own self-worth or identity into this concept of masculinity.
@Amtep
You too, huh? I went once with some college “friends” (read: some jerks I had classes with and hung) when I was at probably the lowest emotional point of my life and for a guy who’s always been averse to crowds and noise, it was like my ultimate nightmare come to life. It was the dead of winter and the only place to put your coat was a huge pile next to the stage, so I had to cross the dance floor, squeezing past everyone, throw my coat in the pile and try to find something to do. I don’t drink, so that was out. My friends of course were off finding their own good times, so all I could really do was awkwardly stand around. Took about a minute to find one of my friends and yell over the music “Yup, I’m out.” I was like “Nope, this is not for me! Coat, coat, coat, where is the coat….” Had to cross the dance floor again, squeezing my way past a lot of obviously high people, pick through the giant pile to find my own coat, then go back across the dance floor just to get back out into the cold Toronto night.
Needless to say, I never went clubbing again.
Why are only some of my posts being allowed through? What are you afraid of.
David, this was hilarious and it made me LOL.
I sometimes feel like I get so occupied with shaking my head at the state of the manosphere that I don’t always give you credit for being a brilliant writer! So here is your reminder that you are fantastic and should keep up the good work 🙂
In other news, when I used to go to clubs (which thankfully was a while ago) a favourite thing for a guy to do was walk up behind me, grab my breasts, and begin grinding his, erm, equipment on my backside. All without saying a word. I honestly can’t even count how many times that happened to me. It is a classic Brit pickup move apparently
That is a prime example of why you have to give women free drinks to get them into clubs. And once they come in, the men will follow (and sexually assault) them.
And that’s how you make your club successful :/
@Contract Jack
Can’t speak for anyone else, but I’m afraid of heights, balloons, social isolation, that cheese that has live maggots in it, and falling on the train tracks (which is why I always stay a minimum of three feet from the edge)
For me it’s needles, and not much else.
I wrote several replies yesterday across multiple threads that did not post. Where are they please? I have broken no rules. I suspect my arguments are being silenced because the moderators deem them irrefutable.
Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
…yeah, no. The filter on this site can be a bit wonky, especially if you post a bunch of comments one right after the other. I’ve posted comments that didn’t show up for a couple of days, and most of the other commenters here have experienced the same.
…”irrefutable.”
Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
“The filter on this site can be a bit wonky, especially if you post a bunch of comments one right after the other. I’ve posted comments that didn’t show up for a couple of days, and most of the other commenters here have experienced the same.”
How convenient!!
@Misogynist troll
You have no arguments, and have never had any. You have offered wild assertions and asspulls, without any chain of reasoning or compelling evidence backing them up. You assert without evidence, so I dismiss without evidence.
If the moderators are keeping you from derailing the actual conversation with your inane nonsense, then they are doing their jobs as moderators. I recognize, though, that to someone like you the system working as intended to protect the people part of it irks you because your aim is to harm the people part of that system.
This is not debate club, and if it were you would be laughed off the podium.
RE: Clubs
I went to a club once cause the study abroad trip I was part of in Ireland visited one. Frankly, it wound me up and I couldn’t function there. The combination of loud music, flashing lights, people talking, and alcohol pretty much brought me to tears. I had to find the teacher, cause I didn’t know how to find the hostel we were staying at from there and we were forbidden from walking the streets alone, and she paired me with someone else who wanted to leave so we could peace out together.
Not interested in going back. Too much stimulation, bad for my brain.
Yes, Contract JACK, you’re being oppressed by the comment filter because it just can’t handle your truth.
Ironically, the post I made replying to Contact JACK is not showing up.
@Contract Jack:
Crowds, heights, bubonic plague, mountain lions, elevators, cockroaches, and public humiliation.
The Specials wrote a song about Byron way back in 1979!
@Contract JACK
flying, dying by drowning, being chocked, sloths, breaking my ankle while wearing heals (I’m a dancer so that would be fucking worse), I don’t trust narwhals very much (not sure why), pregnancy, and mice. If we have a mouse my fiancé has to take care of it because I will be running out of the house. My old boy is a good cuddler but he’s shit at catching mice.
@Violet the Vile
Oh, what the hell?!
@Talonknife
From Wikipedia:
Who was the person who looked at cheese and decided “what this REALLY needs is live maggots”?
Sounds like microwave popcorn.
@Contract Jack: Tornadoes, clowns, and opening those pressurized things of biscuit dough.
Re: the OP, Byron has the same outraged tone as a kid who bought a $5 cardboard army tank from the back of a comic book, thinking he was gonna destroy the neighborhood bullies, and then realized he got ripped off once he saw the actual product. He wanted an attractive woman, so he went to a place (oh sorry, “literally thousands” of places) where attractive women hang out. But then it turns out attractive women are REWARDED for being attractive with…attraction. Unbelievable. Not only that, the whole place is set up for finding women attractive. Drinks! Dancing! Makeup! Flirting!
So nightclubs are a SCAM. Luckily Byron, a superior rational being, sees right through the BS and artifice. (They’re all so afraid of being chumps.)
I really don’t understand why anyone thinks “it’s a sexual marketplace, but people are marketing themselves, waah waah” is a valid complaint.
I have to admit that I might have missed some MGTOW manifesto break down in the past, but WTF is the percentage break down of the sexual market value? How how did he even work that out? What 30% the male allowed to display in the clerb? What is the 70% that must be hidden? I am so confused. I mean, if he wants to argue that part of the hidden 70% is intellect, I think he might have to adjust his numbers.
@Violet:
I didn’t know that was a thing, but I’m definitely afraid of it now too. Yuck!
I woke up, checked the thread, and this sentence is the first thing that my eyes fixated on.
It’s going to be one helluva day.
I knew that there was a nerd subculture that was turning the Klingon language into an actual, usable language, but this is the first evidence I’ve seen that Klingon cuisine (if I may use that word loosely) has gained a toehold on Earth …
Now where did I leave that can of brain bleach?
@Gaebolga, thanks for sharing? Ewww. Did not need to know that.
@Surplus to Requirements, please share that can when you find it.
@Contract JACK, your flounce should only be one-way as you exit stage left. Please stop coming back on stage. Your show is boring.
@Buttercup Q. Skullpants
I suspect it’s more of a “damn, this cheese is rotten, but there’s nothing else to eat.” Later, “hey I didn’t die.”
@Contract Jack
Kidney failure, diabetic neuropathy, diabetic retinopathy, recurrence of hemorrhagic stroke … basically anything that could lead to Mr. Parasol being a widower before our 50th anniversary.
Oh, totally. I’m clubbing right now, in fact. On a Tuesday afternoon.
RE: Travolta displaying 30% of his SMV, he nearly displayed much less, as the original plan called for him to wear a black suit, which wouldn’t have shown up well on film (source).
Succubus movements would make a great band name.