Good news, everyone! One lucky Red Pill Redditor has found the girl of his dreams.
In the Ask The Red Pill subreddit, gumdrops1 exalts in his good fortune. His dream-girl-come-true is an
asian girl, working medical professional, cute, in shape, well-adjusted, cooks, cleans, all the good things you’d expect. She is in love with me and is naturally trying to lock me down.
I’ve been dating her about a year and thus far, she is the best girl I’ve ever dated… And I have dated many. …
Great intellectual connection. Sex is great, she has no problem with me taking the lead … Great mother / wife potential. Really rare… seriously. I don’t meet many girls like this period. Everything I’d want. Is she supermodel? No, but she has skinny genes and will probably look great for a long time.
Better lock her down, bro; sounds like she’s the one for you.
Oh but there’s a problem: She’s thirty years old.
Granted, so is Mr. Gumdrops1. But here’s the thing: he figures if he breaks it off with her, he could easily find some hot 19-year-olds to date fuck.
I am in the “sh*t or get off the pot” phase of this relationship. Dragging on any longer as “FWB” would be stupid as she has great long-term dating potential. My problem is that she’s 30 and I know I can pull much younger women. Call it shitty but it is what it is. …
I’m just starting to hit my SMV peak and I would prefer to play the field and see what I can get.
Ladies and gentlemen (and everybody else). we appear to have found the world’s biggest idiot.
Indeed, he’s such an idiot that even some of the other idiots who frequent the Red Pill subreddits think that he’s an idiot.
“Don’t be retarded,” writes ppvknifefight.
Contrary to popular RP belief, there are quality 30 year old women out here who’d run circles around a goofy ass naive 25 year old. Sounds like you have a solid chick, who’s attractive and actually gives a fuck about you. If you want a LTR, lock that shit down and build, bro. RP theory overload got you all confused.
A commenter called Scissor_me_timbers00 throws a heaping of misogyny into his advice:
I’m leaning towards LTR with her. Young women are fucking retards these days and it’s doubtful you’ll find a real connection with one, probably just some fun sex. Sounds like you found a match that is LTR worthy. I think you maybe don’t realize how hard it is to actually find a real connection like that. Say you break it off and then in a year realize what you had. And dude, 30 is not too old, that’s ridiculous, especially if she keeps herself in good shape and is Asian.
But the top-ranked post in the discussion takes a rather different tack:
The broad is 30. If you’re not planning on knocking her up, pass her along to someone who is willing to do the job. …
You’re 30, make six figures, and are dating as young as 19. Keep dating then, if you are uncertain about her, until you meet a woman who you DO feel some certainty towards.
I honestly have no idea which road Mr. Gumdrops is going to take. But I’m pretty sure that whatever choice he makes, he’s going to end up miserable in the end — unless he’s able to get all this Red Pill nonsense out of his head. If he dumps her, there’s an extremely high chance he’ll never find anyone else he has this sort of chemistry with, and he’ll regret losing her for the rest of his life. If he sticks with her, he’ll resent her forever for keeping him from the hot 19-year-olds he sees as his birthright.
The Red Pill really poisons your brain.
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I’ve always said that these guys should try stamp collecting. That way, no one gets hurt.
@David, apologies for going OT but I don’t know if you’ve seen this news story from a few days (??) ago about the Bristol neo-nazi? It’s not exactly manospherian, but it does have Sky TV being stupid and mendacious about something vile, and kind-of-sort-of funny, so …
Seems the Sky History channel showed a trailer for a new show they had filmed, one of those where people compete against each other and/or an expert in some practical skill (this one was woodworking). Comedian Lee Mack is in the trailer talking to the show’s resident expert, a joiner from Bristol who says his nickname is “the woodman” (real name Darren Lumsden); Lumsden (who is white) has neo-nazi and white supremacist tattoos all over practically every millimetre of his face (which the showrunners apparently hadn’t recognised as such (?)).
When viewers of the trailer went on twitter etc. to comment on this, Sky claimed they weren’t neo-nazi tattoos at all but all about things and events with a personal meaning to Lumsden. e.g. they said “88” referred to the date Lumsden’s father had died in 1988. Only problem is that his dad is alive and was a bit surprised to read about this.
Sky has now pulled the show.
I wasn’t sure if you might think this was a suitable thing for a short post, but just in case.
@ opposablethumbs
“I’m a lumberjack and I’m alt-right…”
@Alan, yup, that seems about right 🙂
@Kat
He’d only be able to collect the stamps that don’t have women or minorities on them.
@opposablethumbs
I recall seeing that clip getting passed around online. Sky News has had some issues in the past with fact checking, but you’d think something this obvious would stick out to them. I don’t think this was an accident, more likely willful negligence or intentional promotion.
@Viscaria – Absolutely! That’s such an awful thing, that people like him feel they can talk about women like this, in this way. I wish there was a way of letting all of the women know, so they could ditch these guys fast.
@ dormousing_it:
I’ve always liked this account of a late 18th/early 19th-century gentleman whose pets included a couple of medicinal leeches:
He told us now that he had two favourite leeches. He had been blooded by them last autumn when he was taken dangerously ill at Portsmouth; they had saved his life, and he had brought them with him to town— had ever since kept them in a glass— had himself every day given them fresh water, and had formed a friendship for them. He said he was sure they knew him and were grateful to him . He had given them the names of Howe and Clive , the celebrated surgeons — their dispositions being quite different . He went and fetched them for us to see…
Describing a relationship as “poop or get off the pot” is generally a sign that it’s time to get off the pot. This guy isn’t ready for a LTR. If he was, he wouldn’t still be thinking about 19 year olds, wouldn’t be describing marriage as being “locked down”, and wouldn’t be fantasizing about what else he could “get”.
He talks about all the utilitarian tasks she does for him in a way that makes her sound like a robot maid, not a person he cares for deeply and wants to spend the rest of his life with. No mention of what he brings to the table (there never is) other than his unshakeable belief that he’s the prize. There must be a Dunning-Kruger equivalent for 30+ year old men who vastly overestimate their attractiveness to 19 year olds.
She deserves better. Hope she dumps him, and soon.
Not especially relevant to anything, but I find this heartwarming, amusing, and inspiring.
https://relieved.co/man-attacks-old-woman-martial-arts/
@Buttercup
I propose we call it the Molyneux Effect.
I first hit on my husband — yes, I hit on him — when he was a cute young thing of 24 and I was a doddering crone of 31. He was fresh out of a bad engagement to a girl his age who hadn’t fucked him in 12 weeks and 3 days (my response to this was, “Yeah, and 6 hours, but who’s counting?”). I did not expect to fall in love with him; I figured we’d contract a weekend marriage license, have some really hot sex, and that would be it. We quickly figured out that we couldn’t decide which we wanted to do more, talk to each other or fuck each other.
I turned 62 a week ago today, so we have now been together half of my life, and more than half of his. We have never yelled at one another, cursed at one another, called one another names. We trust one another implicitly. We laugh at the same things. And, oh, yeah, we’ve had lots of very hot sex.
Jeebus, man, get your head on straight.
Or don’t. Better for her if you don’t.