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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.
@Bookworm
The concept of running a cafe during the zombie apocalypse is freakin’ genius! Someone needs to write that story….
Ugh, many comments posted in the time I was writing mine, and I went back to read them, and OH DEAR GOD I CLICKED THE LOBSTER LINK!!!!!!!!
*whimpers, hides*
On a happier note, Mr. Bookworm is indeed a freakin’ genius imho! If he ever writes his (certainly very darkly satirical) Breakfast at the Zombie Café story I’ll get him to share it here. ?
Oh, the lobster story. I fear getting that sent to me again by a supposedly well-meaning male colleague.
I also fear mansplainations. (That’s a word, right?) And crawly things with lots of legs. And insects burrowing in my ear.
For some reason, I keep imagining that a constant feature of that story would be Mr. Bookworm having to explain, yet again, to some very earnest SJWs that he’s not prejudiced against zombies, but eventually felt he had no recourse but to ban them because none of them — not one — ever obeyed the “Please don’t eat the other customers” sign.
Reg Shoe would like a word with Mr. Bookworm about vitalist discrimination.
“I’m not discriminating! I’d ban anyone who tried to eat another customer!”
“Couldn’t you just set up a separate room for them or something?”
“Oh, sure. Why don’t I get them a separate drinking fountain too, while I’m at it? You really expect me to believe you wouldn’t be right back in here complaining if I did that?”
“MLK said…”
“MLK wasn’t agitating for the right to cannibalism! Just because racists thought black people were cannibal savages doesn’t mean they actually were! What will it take to get it through your head that MLK isn’t a magic wand???“
He uses the specific figure 30% because … science?
And I’m not surprised by the reference to things like “ladies’ nights” at bars; still butthurt over that. Why would this dood even go to a place like that – loud music, women with heavy makeup – all these things he clearly doesn’t like. He’s probably on the right politically, so hasn’t he heard of the free market?
BTW, how does he worship at a “pussy alter”? What is that? A substitute for pussy? Or does the dumb dood mean altar?
@Bakunin:
When you get right down to it, a lot of ‘regional cuisine’ is pretty much ‘what the poor people had to eat because that was all they had available if they didn’t want to starve’. Certainly this cheese sounds a whole lot like that.
See also: haggis.
@Dalillama
Probably for the best. Sea lions are extremely territorial, especially if it’s mating season.
Don’t eat the maggot cheese!
@ JACK: FISH (*shivers*) I’m hard pressed to swim in a body of water that has the nasty things in it. When I was in 4th grade, or so, a grumpy fisherman told me a story about how there were catfish bigger than me in the lake that would tear off my arms and drag me to the bottom to rot. He may have been bitter that I was clattering around on the rocks and scaring the fish, but I was scarred for life. Also, snake-headed fish, above and beyond regular fish.
@topic: Sexual market value? Weirdos.
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Moggie, Reg Shoe keeps applying to be a barista, even though we’ve told him that body-parts falling off into the coffee grinder are against all OH&S regulations as well as violating food-safety standards!
In the modern day I’m sure he’d be courteous enough to have himself laminated.
@Curious_Diversions:
The snake-like body plan is so useful it keeps re-evolving again and again. Among the invertebrates, we have worms, centipedes, millipedes, and caterpillars, and really more than one only-distantly-related kind of worm at that. Among vertebrate fish we have eels; among amphibians, caecilians; among reptiles, the snakes themselves; and though the birds and the mammals have had their big adaptive radiations starting too recently to have produced full equivalents yet (give it a few more tens of millions of years), the mammals appear to be off to a great start with the dachshund.
The fish-like form, for that matter, has evolved almost as many times: in fish themselves; some dinosaurs (now extinct); the cetacean mammals; and penguins.
@Feline, Lainy, S.P.
Actually even the “one documented case” of a fish getting inside the urethra is questionable. Possible, but no actual solid proof, as the evidence was rather sketchy. And that’s the closest to any kind of evidence that’s ever happened in recorded history, so don’t be worried.
https://www.decodedscience.org/candiru-a-dont-pee-in-the-water-horror-story-debunked/31635
Also your entire body is crawling with billions of bacteria, microorganisms and (mostly harmless) parasites from birth so that’s nothing in comparison.
I was expecting “ferret”, but you zagged instead of zigging. ?
I remember reading about eyebrow mites. The squick faded once I realized that they’d *always* been there, and caused me no distress until I knew about them. Similar to the realization that about twenty pounds of my body weight is non-human cell tissue.
Regarding casu marzu – there are also cheeses that have mites deliberately introduced to the rind to enhance the ripening process. Milbenkase (with a ‘distinctive zesty aftertaste’!!!) and Mimolette, for example. The introduction of fly larvae into casu marzu (a type of pecorino) is intended to further its ripening due to the effect of the larval digestive fluids. It’s illegal even in the only place on Earth where people want to eat it.
I eat headcheese and chorizo, so I would have no fear of haggis should I ever have the opportunity to try it.
Some years ago I made the mistake of learning some marine biology. I now have mild thalassophobia – knowing what lives in sea water has eliminated any enthusiasm for immersing my body in it. More the microscopic life forms than anything else; the Wikipedia article on ‘marine microorganisms’ is real life nightmare fuel.
Once again, I have to say that I love this community. I woke up this morning never guessing I’d be reading posts about MLK’s views on zombie rights. And Pratchett references too. You are my people and I love you.
Have a lovely day!
Mmm…haggis.
They get to go home with a fancy pencil?
Yeah, the parasites… I’m not a huge fan of those either. I think I will add those, klowns (yes, with a ‘k’), and that horrible cheese.
I hope one of us finds that can of brain bleach soon!!!
So, I read this thread and I think I’ve developed some new phobias in the process.
@Lainy
Regarding fear of sloths: I could easily understand why someone may find sloths disturbing.
They pee on themselves all day, grow algae in their fur and attract lots of small critters who like to live on them. Also I find the combination of their huge claws and unempathic facial expressions a bit unsettling.
I think horrifying things are interesting, and sloths can be cute from a safe distance, but I’m not sure I’d ever want to touch one.
I was going to say my biggest fears are karaoke and social interaction, but this thread has given me a whole host of traumatizing possibilities. Thinks about maggot cheese and shudders.
@IgnoreSandra
It sounds like you’re living your best succubus life, and I am here for it.
@ContractJack
I’m mostly scared of being trapped in a room with men who think they’re very smart and being forced to listen to them until my brain eats itself.
Yes, he spent six straight years nightclubing, thus he is a very healthy and well-adjusted individual.
I don’t actually have a p***y. Is that why men never off to castrate themselves for me? Disappointing.
I mean I’m not saying I’d make them follow through, but the supplicatory gesture would be appreciated.
@Robert, Kevin:
Actually, I like haggis myself. (Honestly, it mostly tastes like a somewhat liver-y meatloaf.) I like steak and kidney pie as well.
I mostly just brought it up as an example of ‘when you’re poor, you can’t afford to waste potential food’ and how that has resulted in a number of local foods that probably nobody else would have originally tried under anything other than desperation conditions.
Surströmming, anyone? ?