WhiteDate.net, a dating site for the melanin-deprived, is apparently suffering from a serious woman shortage — with only one gross racist woman for every dozen gross racist men.
But Liv Heide, the site founder, warns white women that even such a lopsided ratio doesn’t mean that the women on the site can easily snag themselves high-quality TradHusbands.
“But, white ladies, don’t be overconfident,” Heide writes in a post on American Renaissance.
White trad wives are the most desired creatures on the planet, but many white women still manage to blow it because they have never been told the rules that were invented by our female ancestors to protect their daughters.
So what are these important rules? Basically, the aspiring TradWife needs to look, dress and act a bit like a current-day Stepford wife. As Heide puts it,
She dresses and behaves in a feminine way and is pleasant to people around her. Long, hair, modest but chic clothing, and a lovely smile are always assets. She encourages a man to make further moves without overloading him with information; she would rather let him find out step by step.
So definitely do not tear off your top and thrust your breasts in your date’s face while crying out “boobie time!” That’s way too much information for a man to process all at once.
A women who isn’t a wanton slut knows she needs to let men make the first move — and the second, and pretty much all of the rest of the moves.
The white woman should be reactive, which is the opposite of the sexually aggressive, dominant, promiscuous, vulgar, emotionally empty woman that modern media have taught us to be.
And whatever you do, don’t offer your precious body to anyone, no matter how white they are.
A wise woman does not pressure a man. She would not take the initiative to suggest a date, ask for his number, call, or offer her precious body. She makes herself elusive but is sweet and smiling.
So again, body-offering is right out. Don’t even think of it.
But if you’re able to pull off a decent enough imitation of a Stepford Wife, you’ll be in like Flynn, able to
bewitch a man so that he does not even know why he feels so attracted and sees this lady as the mother of his children rather than a fling.
So asking for a guy’s number is simply not done. Using feminine wiles to turn a man into a helpless slave, a-ok!
Oh, and don’t expect men to live up to your standards. They’re men, after all.
Men appreciate women with standards and values they want transmitted to their children even if they themselves are not 100 percent up to these standards. Women set the bar.
Well, get to work, white ladies, the future of your race hangs in the balance!
Follow me on Mastodon.
Send tips to dfutrelle at gmail dot com.
We Hunted the Mammoth relies on support from you, its readers, to survive. So please donate here if you can, or at David-Futrelle-1 on Venmo.
O/T, and a bit Brit-centric. But pretty funny, and I know some people do like Sir Patrick.
@ North Sea Sparkly Dragon:
It would be odd in a book where the fantasy world is based on 16th century China
Funny you should bring that possibility up, because here’s a passage from the Chinese fantasy novel Módào Zǔshī by Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, translated as Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by K at Exiled Rebels Scanlations (https://exiledrebelsscanlations.com/novels/grandmaster-of-demonic-cultivation/); the current Netflix drama The Untamed is a bowdlerized adaptation:
Although he was stabbed in the stomach by Jiang Cheng, Wei WuXian wasn’t concerned at all. He stuffed his intestines back into himself and like nothing ever happened, he even got Wen Ning to hunt down a few malign spirits as he bought a few large bags of potatoes.
(Upon returning home, Wei WuXian gets read the riot act by his doctor, who’s also the de facto headwoman of their ragtag refugee colony.) The setting is Ahistorical Fantasy China, where sufficiently advanced Kung Fu bestows superpowers and there’s an Empire but it’s off down the road somewhere; peanuts, sunflowers, and chili peppers are also canonically available in the book. My own handwave has been that
the ElvesAdmiral Zheng He brought the New World produce from the West.Threp, I’m not sold on the titanium theory. It was just becoming known as a thing, so I’ll buy that titanium might have been what Tolkien was thinking of.
But the properties aren’t quite right. For one thing, it’s a bit brittle! And still heavy enough that plates with Tolkien approved strength would still be pretty… not light. It’s a better candidate than aluminum, though, which is another of the main pet theories.
In all the threads, the only point of agreement I’ve found is that movie!Frodo should be dead from the spear, even if Mithril worked exactly as advertised.
@Dali
Good point on the indoors!
I do love those goofy little ski-track bikes. Never gotten to see one in person, but they’re a nifty idea.
@Dalillama, where I grew up, the Cotswolds are cute little foothills too. Ben Nevis is a cute little foothill, above which height I lived in a city. Which had a number of towns way above it, and a proper metropolitan area conglomeration at a higher elevation than BN.
I’ll have to say that FB has lots of ways it can be used. Personally, I never friend anyone I haven’t met IRL. I never, ever browse there, never* post, and never* look at my own page. I have email notifications set up for close friends and family so that I can see what they’re doing and keep up with them.
I also use Messenger to talk to a couple of people because texting doesn’t work well due to where they/I live and those infrequent and long conversations work better for me if I can use my computer keyboard rather than the phone to type, anyway.
*for the value of never where it’s less than once a year
@Luzbelitx:
“‘So definitely do not tear off your top and thrust your breasts in your date’s face while crying out “boobie time!'”
“‘But… But… But… That’s the best part of a date!'”
And, as the old joke goes, “But we can’t ever go back to that Starbucks!”
As for odd historical inaccuracies showing up when one least expects them, the following is certainly the most blatant I can remember.
Years ago, I watched an historical documentary on ancient Egypt which my local Public Broadcasting station ran.
At one point, the narrator describes a particular battle (can’t remember which one), but a village is being overrun. The narrator mentions the battle destroying the village’s “corn.”
Now, being a frustrated Archaeology student, I knew that “corn” meant “grain.”
The makers of the documentary apparently did *not* because what comes pouring out of a basket that the marauders have just upended?
Maize. Native American corn cobs.
At that point, the documentary had just blown its own credibility right off the screen, and I had to change the channel.
@Lumipuna and all: this thread came in handy when I did a crossword puzzle this morning for which one of the answers was “DORITOS” and I didn’t have to waste a second filling that in.
@ obsidjag
Over here, ‘corn’ used to be a unit of length. Hence our weird shoe sizes.
I suppose now with Brexit it can be again. That’ll keep all the ‘metric martyrs’ happy.
@Alan: Indeed, I was baffled by the shoe sizes in England (are they one more or less than in the US?) but at least they also listed the size in cm, which was something I recognized.
No shoe sizing system actually describes how shoes fit, anyway; you’ve got to try on anything more complex than flip flops.
@ObSidJag:
My all-time favorite is 21 Lessons of Merlyn: a Study in Druid Magic & Lore, by Douglas Monroe—which includes an ancient Druidic pumpkin soup recipe. Garnished with fresh pumpkin blossoms. In November. In Wales. In Ye Merrie Dayes of Olde. This is the same book that cites the Charm of Making from Excalibur (which is pseudo-Celtic word salad—mutilated Old Irish at best: https://www.evertype.com/misc/charm.html) as an authentic ancient Druidic spell.
http://www.neopagan.net/21-Lessons.html
@GSS ex-noob
Minus 2.
I’m 11 US, 9 UK, (and for some weird Brussels type reason 43 EU); missus is 7 US, 5 UK.
Since we’re talking fantasy, it’s probably best to think of mithral / mithril to be an exaggerated, semi-magical form of titanium or aluminum. Though there might be some alloys of those metals which are reasonably close.
In a similar way, adamantite / adamantium (or at least some versions of it) could be considered an exaggerated form of iridium steel, and orichalcos / aurichalcum could have been an exaggerated version of either aurium cupride or beryllium bronze.
I’ve now learned that my husband and I can trade shoes with the Threps, if need be.
@FM Ox: I came across that recipe too! Snort. There aren’t fresh pumpkin blossoms anywhere in the world’s temperate regions in November. And I doubt the ancient Welsh grew cucumbers either. In November, it’s turnips.
I espied a pumpkin (Halloween-standard) in a medieval English TV show or movie once. No. If there are Crusades, there are no pumpkins. NO CUCURBITA!
Regarding research failures in books, especially in fantasy books, I came across a whopper of one years ago in The Heavenly Horse from the Outermost West by Mary Stanton. Part of the magic setup (going by years-old memories here) is that one male and female horse are angels/minor gods (for lack of a better term) that rule each of the horse breeds in existence, ranked by the age of the breeds themselves.
Not too bad of a setup as I recall it, except that Stanton decided the oldest horse breed in existence (and thus highest in the supernatural horse hierarchy) was…the Appaloosa. Yes, the horse first bred by the Nez Perce Native American tribe around the late 1700-early 1800’s was thought by her to be an older breed than the Arabian, which has been around for a few thousand years at least, but in this story is only the second oldest horse breed around.
My guess as to how that error came about is that she saw the ancient pictures of spotted horses done by the cavemen, saw that Appaloosas were spotted horses, and decided those ancient pictures depicted Appaloosas. Even though a fast look at any of the horse breeds of the world books around back in the 1980’s would have given the right timeframe for when Appaloosas were first bred, let alone showed other spotted horse breeds currently in existence would have been enough to correct that error.
Otherwise I found the book pretty good, though I think Stanton could have looked a bit more into how long it actually takes for a horse to go from basically a hide-covered skeleton to being a show jumper able to clear the highest bars without knocking any down. I seem to recall that depicted as happening over a handful of months, though I’m likely misremembering the timeline there. Been years since I read that book.
Oddly enough, this I can answer! Mate rehabilitates seriously abused horses – his mother did it and he took over when she died – into mostly showjumpers and hunters (his particular passion. His mother used to rehab them to carriage work).
From so neglected and abused they can barely stand to first competition is about 30 months. The first 18 months is entirely physical conditioning – horses have a hell of a time putting muscle back on once it’s gone – and getting them to tolerate people near/on them. He never has more than 5 on the mend at once – they’re each rather time intensive.