Female Rock Singer Comes Clean (Dirtily)


Once in awhile, when the planets align just so, the world of red pill truth is made known by someone of the female persuasion. Metal band In This Moment, led by Maria Brink, has a new song, “Blood,” which does just that.

First of all, I must give a shout-out to the ditty itself. In This Moment hasn’t found itself at the top of my ipod playlist before, but “Blood” is an aggressive and melodic journey of a song that will no doubt remain a favorite for years to come.

Beyond the unique sound, there’s something else very revealing in this song — its lyrics. It’s rare enough to get the truth out of males in the entertainment industry, many of whom reflect the current sad-sack state of our society by pedestalizing women and demonizing men, but to hear it from females is a virtual non-occurrence (aside from Rihanna). As such, I feel obliged to post the lyrics here, with brief input of my own (in crimson font). Behold, a glance into What Women Don’t Want®, and What Women Really Want®…

I hate you for the sacrifices you made for me

I hate you for every time you ever bled for me

What Women Don’t Want: a man who puts her before himself. “He obviously can’t attract any other women,” says the Hamster.

I hate you for the way you smile when you look at me

What Women Don’t Want: a man who has fallen head-over-heels. “Now he’s going to start failing my shit tests,” frets the Hamster.

I hate you for never taking control of me

What Women Don’t Want: a man who is submissive. “I want to feel as though I am nothing,” muses the Hamster.

I hate you for always saving me from myself

What Women Don’t Want: a man who’s stable enough to save her. “He’s so boring,” mutters the Hamster.

I hate you for always choosing me and not someone else

What Women Don’t Want: a man who isn’t a player. “If he makes me his everything, I could obviously do better,” utters the Hamster.

I hate you for always pulling me back from the edge

I hate you for every good word you ever said

What Women Don’t Want: a man who compliments her. “He’s just saying that to get into my pants,” suggests the Hamster.

Blood, blood, blood, pour more through my veins

Shut your dirty, dirty mouth, I’m not that easy

Blood, blood, blood, pour mud through my veins

I’m a dirty, dirty girl, I want it filthy

I love you for everything you ever took from me

What Women Really Want: a man who takes what he wants. “He’s so powerful,” swoons the Hamster.

I love the way you dominate and you violate me

What Women Really Want: a powerful man. “I orgasm freely when he takes me completely,” smiles the Hamster.

I love you for every time you gave up on me

What Women Really Want: a man not hypnotized by her games. “I can’t use sex as a bargaining chip. He must know how to get it elsewhere,” imagines the Hamster.

I love you for the way you look when you lie to me

What Women Really Want: a douchebag. “I like douchebags,” affirms the Hamster.

I love you for not believing in what I say

What Women Really Want: a man socially savvy enough to see through her bullshit. “He knows how my mind works. How sexy,” decides the Hamster.

I love you for never once giving me my way

What Women Really Want: to submit. “Maybe happiness isn’t what feminism tells me it is,” realizes the Hamster.

I love you for never delivering me from pain

What Women Really Want: pain. “Why don’t I want to fuck him whose shoulders I cry on?” asks the Hamster.

I love you for always driving me insane

What Women Really Want: drama. “I’m a spoiled American whore who needs chaos in my life,” says the Hamster.

Blood, blood, blood, pour more through my veins

Shut your dirty, dirty mouth. I’m not that easy

Blood, blood, blood, pour mud through my veins

I’m a dirty, dirty girl, I want it filthy

I hate you for every time you ever bled for me

Admittedly, this post may be a bit tongue-in-cheek, sure, but the one underlying truth that we must come to grips with is so perfectly illustrated in it: what women say they are attracted to and what they’re actually attracted to are completely different things. Thank you Maria Brink for the honesty.

This Commercial Sucks

 

This 30-second spot epitomizes all that is wrong with America today. No Gatorade, seeing some facial-haired, masculinized, testosterone-dripping shemale “breaking” her comparatively cute opponent does NOT make me want to buy your product.

I don’t care what Abby Wambach’s sexual orientation is, sex appeal sells, and she has none. And women’s professional sports will always be second fiddle to men’s because the female body is an athletic ersatz, considering that which is necessary to excelling at athletics is that which men naturally possess more of: testosterone.

Tired Of Her Shit

This Video Tells The Truth…And Makes Me Laugh

Don’t have a grandson with a dog collar.

Girls Don’t Want A Gentleman

Rarely does a song come along these days that espouses such a high number of Roissyan concepts than “Gentleman” by Canadian-based band (Canadian? Yeah, Canadian) Theory of a Deadman. Sure, there are plenty of sex ditties out there written by rich womanizing rockers and rappers, but few hit on the themes of truth put forth at the Chateau and others who share his worldview.

Without further ado… I present to you “Gentleman,” sprinkled with hyperlinks to Roissy posts hitting on the same themes:

I’ll let the door hit you right in the face
And when the check comes, I’ll make you pay
Don’t have a car, I guess you’re picking me up
And in the back seat we’ll be falling in love
My only job is to lie on this couch
And while you’re workin’ I’ll be hangin’ out
Now don’t get mad cause you knew from the start
I was an asshole who would never go far

Cause when you’re really good to girls,
Give them your entire world,
They end up walking away.

(Hey, Hey)
They don’t want a standard guy, rather have you cheat and lie,
And do something they hate

Girls don’t want a gentleman
They say they do but in the end
Girls don’t want a gentleman
They want a loser like me
Girls don’t want a gentleman
If you want to get to them
Girls don’t want a gentleman
They want a loser like me

Your parents cry when you bring me around
They raised you up just so I can take you down
There goes your life right before their eyes
I’ll have you bare foot pregnant, going outta your mind

Cause when you’re really good to girls
Give them your entire world
They end up walking away
(Hey, Hey)
They don’t want a standard guy, rather have you cheat and lie
And do something they hate

Girls don’t want a gentleman
They say they do but in the end
Girls don’t want a gentleman
They want a loser like me
Girls don’t want a gentleman
If you want to get to them
Girls don’t want a gentleman
They want a loser like me

I used to be a nice guy
But that don’t get you anywhere
So now I’m just a piece of shit, idiot
Who’s too stupid to care

When you give a girl respect
Treat her like she is the best
You’re nothing to her

She’d rather have you playing games
Piss her off and make her wait
If you want it to work

Girls don’t want a gentleman
They say they do but in the end
Girls don’t want a gentleman
They want a loser like me
Girls don’t want a gentleman
If you want to get to them
Girls don’t want a gentleman
They want a loser like me

The Inconsistency Of The Haters

I was flipping through an old Maxim magazine (November 2008) at the garage the other day and came across a nauseating article attributed to the “Maxim Staff” (aka ignorant bitches) analyzing the tenets of game. Although the piece was written three years ago, I felt it was a good summation of the continual stupidity of the mainstream media in regards to game.

With the exception of the first two paragraphs (a try-hard humor intro discussing all the “gimmicks” men have “invented” over the years to pick up women), I shall post the entire article, with my comments below each paragraph.

Enter the modern pickup artist. Ever since the bestseller The Game depicted a bizarre but supposedly successful society of “PUAs” (pickup artists) a few years ago—one of whom now coaches dateless geeks via his own show on VH1—men have been following all their sketchy, seemingly counterintuitive advice to the letter. But the result is a population of misguided and increasingly desperate guys striking out more spectacularly than ever. So do any of these new classic pickup tips actually work, or are they all guaranteed to bomb? To help you sort through all the conflicting information, I asked 20 women to weigh in. Their breakdowns will help you get real game—and get laid.

It’s already pretty easy to tell this is going to be a crack analysis written by women or men who have no clue how to attract women, considering the use of the phrase “sketchy, seemingly counterintuitive advice.” It’s as if the majority of men relying on their pedestalizing intuitions actually attract the women en masse.

And any time a relationship article is based on getting “20 women to weigh in,” you know you’re in store for an enormous expanse of beautiful lies. “Their breakdowns will help you get real game.” Mm-hmm… Do girls really think their shitty advice (“Get her flowers!” “Treat her like a princess!”) gets guys anywhere with them? It’s as if they’re purposely sabotaging the whole thing just so that the only people left playing the game would be the alphas they all secretly crave under the cover of night.

Ploy No. 1: Give Her a “Neg”
The most famous tactic from The Game, a “neg” is a “seemingly accidental insult delivered to a beautiful woman to demonstrate a lack of interest in her.” An example: “Your hair is pretty. Are you a natural blonde?” The purported objective of a neg is to approach a hot girl who’s accustomed to getting compliments and nudge her self-confidence into the basement through subtle criticism—to the point where she’ll even concede to sleeping with you (or at least giving you her number) for validation. Charming!

Negs are not insults. Neil Strauss should have used different language to define it (if that truly is the definition right out of The Game— after a quick scan through I couldn’t find it). In The Mystery Method, it is written, “A neg is not an insult but a negative social value judgment that is telegraphed.” And the example given here is nowhere near an insult. It’s a question with the most subtle hint of negative social value judgment sprinkled in. Negs are the antithesis of the pedestalization to which most guys gravitate. Strange that despite all that sucking up girls encounter from hoards of men, it doesn’t make them want them any more.

Gamers, beware: Every woman I spoke to despises this trick. “If a guy gave me a backhanded compliment like that, I’d tell him to fuck off,” says Tori, a 28-year-old stylist.

Sure you would.

Alix, a 27-year-old bartender, described her firsthand experience with a neg. “A customer told me his favorite movie, and I said, ‘Oh, I love that one, too!’” she says. “Then this other guy who was waiting to order said, ‘That’s pretty lame. Don’t you have any opinions of your own?’ He thought he was flirting. I thought he was just being an asshole.”

Sounds like Alix (note the slutty “i”) still remembers that asshole moment to this day. How many “how are yous” can she specifically remember?

Simple as it may seem, most women agree that genuine flattery (without the jibe at the end) is the quickest way into our shorts. Just skip the clichés and focus on the details. Jalisa, a 31-year-old real estate broker, was impressed recently when a guy commented on a feature that often goes unnoticed. “I was wearing a strapless top, and I caught his eyes drifting to my shoulders while we talked,” she says. “Final­ly he said, ‘I’m sorry for staring, but you’ve got such a beautiful collarbone.’ He reached out to touch it, sweeping my hair back while he did it, and my knees almost buckled. I knew that second I was sleeping with him that night.” Make us feel interesting and sexy and we’ll reward you. Tell us our pants are a little snug [ed: that’s not a neg] and you’re going home alone, Spanky.

While it is true that if you’re going to compliment women, noticing something specific about them is always good, this whole paragraph is a red herring. It’s talking about two entirely different things. No PUA ever said to neg a girl all the way to the bedroom; obviously rapport needs to be established.

And “genuine flattery is the quickest way into our shorts?” What are these girls smoking?

Verdict: Except for emotionally crippled broken wings, women don’t respond well to being insulted.

One of the biggest myths of them all is that only “emotionally crippled” women respond well to negs and teasing. In reality, it is the hottest women who respond well to it.

Ploy No. 2: Have a Routine
PUAs are former outcasts who need crutches in social situations. That’s why they advocate approaching women with “prepared material”—a joke, a quiz, even a magic trick. Um…yeah. If we wanted to see magic, we’d be home watching reruns of Criss Angel Mindfreak, not sitting in a bar with friends, having a life. In fact, anything that feels that rehearsed is likely to flop. “I had a guy come up to me recently and say, ‘Pick a number between one and 10,’” says Zoe [ed: Bitch], a 28-year-old set designer. “I told him, ‘Zero—which represents the number of seconds more I’ll be playing this game,’ and I walked away.”

The fact of the matter is that most girls will respond more positively to a man who is interesting than your average boring beta bear. If someone has to memorize a few routines to get the courage to approach a girl (and it does take courage, especially considering you might run into a girl as sweet and playful as dear Zoe), then more power to them. These routines should never be “crutches;” they are designed to get a man out of his shell and nab a pretty woman’s attention. When done right, they almost always work to get a man to the next stage of the pickup.

Telling a joke is just as risky. Most shtickfests are juvenile or just plain bad, and plenty walk the line of good taste. Humor can work, however—when it’s spontaneous. “I was at a crowded bar when a guy turned to me and said, ‘Who do I have to show my tits to to get a beer around here?’” says Lisa, a 31-year-old attorney. “I started laughing and said, ‘You show yours, I’ll show mine—we’ll see who gets served faster.’ The conversation was sexual right off the bat. I had my hands down his pants in the bar bathroom by the end of the night.”

If gamed correctly, the target is going to have no idea whether the humor is spontaneous or not. The guy’s tit line could have been planned for three years for all Lawyer Lisa knows. Girls love to imagine a world where everything magically happens without any rhyme or reason; in reality, it almost always requires a decent amount of planning by the man to pull it off.

Verdict: Maybe you can hold our attention by levitating for a second, David Blaine, but it doesn’t mean we want to screw.

No PUA ever said routines led directly to the screw; they are meant to establish some higher value and get one’s foot in the door.

Ploy No. 3: Disarm Your Competition
Attractive women are almost always being hit on by someone. An intimidated guy will get scared off by the rival and seek out a different object of affection. But followers of the Game see this as an opportunity to assert themselves. They call it AMOGing (the verb form of the acronym “alpha male of the group”) or outalphaing: “to remove a potential male competitor through physical, verbal, or psychological tactics.” Basically, that means pushing your way into their conversation and showing you’re smarter and funnier than the other guy.

Now, if the guy in question is the woman’s boyfriend, you could be in for a fight. But if you see a sexy girl being hit on by someone she’s clearly not interested in (her eyes are darting around the room; she’s maintaining a physical distance), step in. Jodie, a 28-year-old architect, had been cornered for 10 minutes with “a monotoned loser” when a stranger swooped in pretending to be her boyfriend. “He said, ‘Honey, what’d I tell you about not charming the pants off the whole bar while I was gone?’ I played right along by throwing my arms around him—and when we looked at each other we just spontaneously kissed. It was so hot that as the first guy slunk away I pulled my ‘boyfriend’ outside for a make-out session.”

Verdict:
Every girl loves to have men fighting over her. And if you rescue her from some tool’s story about his high school’s math Olympics, you’ll be her hero.

Five bucks says the “monotoned loser” hitting on her was employing all the classic niceguy methods women claim to love too.

How do our writers think a guy is able to AMOG the competition in the first place? They sure as hell ain’t gonna do it by introducing himself and politely asking his competitors to leave the premises.

Ploy No. 4: Call Right Away
You’ve heard for years that you should wait at least two days before calling a woman to ask her out—otherwise you’ll look like a desperate loser, right? Not according to practitioners of The Game. When too much time lapses between securing a girl’s number and calling her, they call it going “stale.” They assume the girl has lost interest by then—and they’re right.

While it’s true you shouldn’t call at 9 a.m. the following day to see if she’s free for brunch, you can’t wait too long or she’s going to write you off. Sometimes you can even contact her right away, as long as you keep things light and flirty. Maggie, a 27-year-old author, said she once slept with a guy the first night she talked to him, because he texted her when they were both on their way home. “He wrote, ‘Can’t wait till tomorrow. Turn around?’ I wrote back that I was almost at my apartment, but he could come by for a nightcap. I never bothered offering him that drink—as soon as he walked in the door, I started tearing his clothes off.”

Verdict: Women aren’t put off by being wanted. If you like her, call her.

While we come to agreement on this one, I’m curious if the reason behind it was to further stroke the egos of women. In other words: don’t make her wait! She’s a prize catch!

Ploy No. 5: Dress Like a Cock
In the PUA world, “peacocking” means wearing something flashy in order to stand out from the rest of the herd. The term was coined by “Mystery,” the MPUA (or “master pickup artist”) who hosts The Pickup Artist on VH1 decorated in eyeliner, black nail polish, and furry top-hats with goggles strapped over them. He insists that all his protégés radically alter their style in this way, advising them to accessorize with things like feather boas. But the message I got from women was clear: Do not do this.

“Guys should just stick with what they like,” says Jeri-Ann, a 25-year-old teacher. “You’ll look like a total dipshit if you throw on a velvet vest and choker with your old Dockers.” Jill, 30, a clothing designer, recalls hitting it off with a “conservative preppy dude” at a party. “But when we met up the next night he was wearing a tight-fitting vintage T-shirt and had his hair all greasy and mussed up. He looked uncomfortable and frankly a little bizarre,” she says.

Verdict:
Do not take fashion advice from a guy in six-inch platform boots, no matter how much he claims to get laid.

I’m not the biggest practitioner of peacocking, but again, the writers are analyzing guys “who looked uncomfortable” doing it. A confident man wearing bizarre clothing will still turn the women on. Remember, the point of peacocking, as Mystery writes, is to invoke “more social pressure on you than you would normally experience, which can be used to your advantage. You demonstrate higher value when people perceive that you’re accustomed to this social pressure and otherwise unaffected by it.” So in other words, it’s not about the clothes. It’s about how you will handle the attention the clothes will undoubtedly direct your way.

Ploy No. 6: Hit on Her Friend
According to skilled PUAs, every pair of women you encounter can be broken down into a “target” (the girl you like) and a “pivot” (the girl you use to make the target jealous). The idea is, when you approach the pivot, the girl you want immediately wonders why you’re not interested in her—and does whatever she can to get your attention.

Technically, a pivot is a girl you already know (whether as friends from before or from earlier that night) acting as a wingman to increase your social value, not an unknown girl in a set you’re approaching. She is an obstacle.

The reason why the obstacle is approached first is not simply to get the target jealous; it is to establish rapport with a person who currently has more power over the target’s decisions at that moment than you do. It doesn’t matter how tight your game is; if you don’t win over your target’s friends early on, she will be following their whimsical designs, not yours.

Most women say this tactic fails on two levels: one, it’s extremely slimy; two, women are sensitive to the fact that our friends need to get laid, too. You know the old adage “Bros before hos”? Most of us have that same solidarity thing going on with our girls. If we suspect you like her, we’ll simply move on to someone else. Also, bear in mind that no girl ever wants to feel like she was a second choice. “I had a guy try that once,” says Sasha, a 28-year-old dance instructor. “He was all over my friend, but when she went to the bathroom, he said he thought I was cuter. I poured my drink on his crotch.”

Verdict:
This trick puts you in the unique position of potentially pissing off two girls instead of just one—whoopee!

I don’t believe the majority of the PUA community teaches that men should hit on obstacles. They teach to address them, talk to them, and generally telegraph less interest towards your target (at first) to win over the group. The guy who got the drink poured on his crotch was probably inebriated and thus lacking the ability to properly calibrate to the situation.

Ploy No. 7: Make Her Work for It
Women love to be challenged. If you offer us the opportunity to show off a quality that goes beyond looks, we’ll definitely be intrigued. For pickup artists, this usually translates to inviting a woman to play some kind of conversational game, a rapid-fire series of questions and answers. But it’s just as effective to challenge her to a more physical contest.

Funny, I thought negging and teasing a girl would be considered the perfect example of making her “work for it.” Turning the tables and establishing yourself as the prize to be won, through tactics such as negs, is exactly what a woman wants from a man. Sounds like somebody’s worldview is a bit inconsistent.

“I can’t say no if a guy asks me to play pool, Buck Hunter, darts…even flip-cup or any other kind of drinking game,” says Mary, a 27-year-old pastry chef. “I’ll immediately want to prove I can kick his ass.” And it never hurts to up the ante. “At a party recently, I took on this guy at quarters,” says Kirstin, a 22-year-old student. “After a few rounds he said we should make it ‘strip quarters.’ Ten minutes later we were sitting across from each other shirtless and pantsless—we had to take the game upstairs to his room before it got indecent.”

There is nothing anti-game about playing pool or “strip quarters.” In fact, the latter sounds like something invented by a master PUA.

Verdict: No girl wants to be considered boring or weak. Dare her to beat you at something and she’ll take you on. And if you get rejected, don’t take it personally. Remember: We almost never hate the player; we just kind of hate the Game.

Well ladies, the Game exists because you make the rules. If flattery and pedestalization were indeed the way into your pants, then the Game would look more like a gentleman’s chivalry competition. But it isn’t.

Then again, I wouldn’t expect you to understand. We’re talking about the deep dark recesses of your id, that which is responsible for the tingles you feel for assholes, badboys, and other assorted cads who use the principles of game to seduce you right into bed. What reason would you have for admitting the truth?

Genda Equality

Have you heard of OGFurious? Well, it’s about time you did. This video is my personal favorite among a great selection of his random hilarity- “5 things Women Hate about Guys.” He is obviously familiar with the world of PUAs (he’s posted some kooky-yet-uber-confident pick-up videos), which is an added bonus. And while his videos are certainly satirical, it’s fun to see the truths he peppers into them. Enjoy.

“It’s Not Our Faults We’re Pretty”

So I was texting an ex-fling the other day (I’m not sure why I still talk to this girl, mostly because her naive mindset amuses me). A little background on our little princess: According to my source (her), she has given blow jobs to 20-30 guys. She has had sex with at least 10 guys, probably closer to 20. Now she’s back with her boyfriend whom she cheated on (slutting it up with at least 3 other guys) about a year ago. This information is all shit she’s voluntarily shared with me, no coercion necessary.

Oh, and these impressive stats are all a reflection of a girl who just turned 20. So in other words, she’s a slut. Sweet girl, but a slut. No getting around it.

Our little conversation started as the result of an old man she works with at a nursing home propositioning to have sex with her. Now, the guy is probably suffering from Alzheimer’s or lung cancer or 40 years of sexless solitude, but whatever the case, she found it to be the perfect chance to springboard into an “I hate guys” rant. Among the things she texted me (followed by my commentary after each statement):

Guys are pigs. Us girls have to put up with it the rest of our lives.

Well, at least until you turn 35 or so. As for your current situation, you poor thing. Being attractive to the opposite sex must be pure torture. Tell ya what, try living your first 25 years on this earth as a clueless (and near sexless) beta getting friend zoned by women en masse and tell me how that feels.

When she’s 50, she’ll probably begin to understand.

Girls can’t rape guys. Unless they use Viagra. Girls can be mean but so can anyone. But I’ve never heard any guy complain because he didn’t want sex.

I’ve read this back to myself multiple times and it still makes little sense to me. Trying to be funny with the Viagra statement I see. But I’ll analyze it as far as I can anyway.

Sure, girls can’t rape (though it has happened), but they can cuckold, lead along, use men at their leisure, and falsely accuse of rape. In this feminist utopia we’re currently enjoying, a girl can basically destroy a man’s soul and be considered by the masses an egalitarian hero.

And complain about no sex? As opposed to what? Should he complain that he doesn’t want sex? Should he not complain that he does want sex? Oh female “logic.”

Girls don’t thing about sex all the time or are always trying to get into guys pants.

Hahahahahahaha… A classic case of projection. For someone trashing the vice of getting into people’s pants, she sure has a lot of experience doing it. Her legs open faster than the door at Walmart on Black Friday.

Psht easy? You crazy mister. I wish we could trade places one day. You can see how hard it is really.

How hard it must be to walk into a room and watch every guy drool over you, and then, ultimately, you have your pick of the litter. Talk to me when you’re in an aspiring alpha male’s position, having to shed all your natural, friendzoney attributes, fundamentally changing your interaction style and then having to do the right things in the right order just to give yourself a chance at getting laid. You can “psht” me all day long, but I’m right. You as a an attractive 20-year old female… have…it…easy. (I’m talking about receiving sex that is, not necessarily receiving love.)

As Roissy said, “Failing to get laid is not how women are rejected; they are rejected when they don’t receive romance, love, and long term commitment from the men who fuck them. Most women under 25 with a slim and healthy 17-23 BMI profile have no trouble getting laid from the men they find attractive. Given that most young women can get sex fairly easily, falling into bed with a man, even high status men, is not much of an accomplishment.”

If we traded places i’d totally get you laid.

If you put in the work learning and applying game like I have, then sure. But if you expect to just show up and find it magically happen (like with the scores of men who have performed sexual acts with you), you’ve got another thing coming, sista.

Girls like guys they are attracted to. Not bad boys and such. That’s awful that you say that. And you wonder why girls use guys. It’s not our faults we are pretty.

For clarification, she was reacting to a shocking and completely unjustifiable (yeah, right) statement I made about how girls like bad boys.

And as far as what she wrote here, is this representative of all girls’ mindsets? Are they all this delusional when it comes to their own natures? I’m beginning to think so. To accuse someone who points out a truth obvious to anyone who opens their eyes for two seconds of being “awful” is complete and utter blindness.

And how ’bout we turn those last two sentences around on you and see how you feel about it: “And you wonder why guys use girls. It’s not our faults we are charismatic.” Did I cross a line there, darling?

The most shocking thing about this statement is that it comes from a girl who generally exhibits a very sweet and innocent demeanor. I know her true nature, but she really is as friendly of a girl as you’re going to meet. Yet she still harbors such disturbing untruths. Obviously having great looks and a nice personality doesn’t shield girls from believing their own bullshit.

I don’t usually like to have full-on conversations with people via text, but I could tell this would be golden from the start. If I was trying to game this girl, this dialogue would have never taken place. But since I wasn’t, and since I have a blog, I figured I’d allow her to elaborate. Her words confirm to me the game principle of not taking girls too seriously. Doing so (with a girl you’re pursuing or not) will drain the life out of you quicker than a knife to the brachial artery. I treat her inanity seriously on this blog however to show that… bitches… you crazy!

A Treatise On Game

The world of the PUAs was made known to me relatively recently, but to be honest, the things I have learned (both through reading and in the field) have been no less than life-changing. The way I view approaching strangers, attraction, relationships, sex, and the nature of females has undergone a complete and fundamental change over the past year.

For those of you unaware of the concept of game, I think it is best defined as male charisma- that curious ability to pick up attractive women based off personality, possessed by some and forever elusive to others (or so we think). The modern PUA community, pioneered by Mystery (Erik Von Markovik) and a handful of other socially adroit men, has roots tracing back to the mid 1990s. It became popularized over the next decade with the release of Neil Strauss’s The Game and Mystery’s TV Show “The Pickup Artist” on VH1. The idea of game revolves around the theory that women’s behavior can be generalized and predicted in a rather concrete and even algorithmic (e.g., the Mystery Method) way.

On the surface, game can appear to be dubious debauchery, and I wouldn’t blame someone who was apprehensive of its admonitions. But it works. I’ve observed it. The results speak for themselves. There is no denying that the application of its principles can transform previously inept men (known in the community as AFCs- average frustrated chumps, or betas) into men who can actually obtain the women they desire. (These men have become PUAs, or alphas.)

There are many brash chimeras about game, which are always at the root of the skepticism. To clearly define what game IS, let me expound upon a few misconceptions regarding what game is NOT:

-Seducing bar skanks

Probably the most common allegation against game is that it is only useful for guys who want to pick up self-loathing barflies looking for a one-night stand. Not the case. While it certainly can be used for such purposes, game is not at all centered on success within this narrow milieu. It works on all girls. Now that doesn’t mean an individual’s success rate is going to be 100% (there are too many extenuating circumstances), but it does mean that an individual is going to have noticeably more success than before he knew game. And its principles are not bound to the bar; it can work at school, church, the market, the park. During the day. At night. Anytime. Anywhere.

-Advancing the belief that men are superior to women

Game does nothing of the sort; it simply acknowledges that men are different from women. What attracts a woman is not the same as what attracts a man. What a woman looks for in a mate is not the same as what a man looks for. There are biological differences between the genders, and no matter what hard-core feminists spew to the contrary, that is the truth.

-Tricking women into attraction

Some people think that “running game” on a girl is sleight-of-hand tomfoolery. With its canned openers and systematic methods for each stage, it sure can appear that way. But when all is said and done, no woman who ends up with a man did so because she fell helplessly into some web of deceit. Ultimately, it is her choice (as it is the man’s choice to approach her) to pursue whatever intimacy ensues. If she does, it is because she is attracted to him, not because she was bamboozled. And also, while canned openers and other tactics can seem cheesy, they are necessary to learn for any student learning game. Better to open your mouth and have something interesting to say than to say nothing at all (what 90% of guys end up doing anyway). And with practice, the more puerile aspects of game fade away and the man is transformed into someone who can attract women naturally. A true alpha male is in control of his surroundings; his social interactions, while structured around certain principles, are the opposite of being robotic. The difference with the people who learn it and people who scoff at it is that the former believe that a man can become an alpha; the latter almost always believe such a change is unachievable.

To be supremely concise on what game is all about, I’d select the following five things:

-Being confident.

-Having options and avoiding the stench of neediness.

-Being able to step out of your comfort zone.

-Being disinterested (not uninterested, mind you) in the outcome of any given interaction or relationship.

-Refraining from putting women on pedestals.

I believe that properly learning and applying game can improve the life of any man. Trust me, I’ve had my problems attracting girls over the years, and while I’m still far from what I want to be, I’ve already begun to see a drastic difference in my life. I’m convinced that game can save lives, in more ways than one. I know what it’s like to be subject to that abject loneliness of rejection and being put in the ever-dreaded friend zone. And I also know what it’s like to be sure of myself and confident that I can attract a woman who meets my standards. I most definitely prefer living in the latter state.

Perpetuating The Paltry Platitudes

I’m not beautiful or gorgeous. I haven’t got an amazing figure or a flat stomach. I’m far from being considered model material but I’m me. I eat junk food and love to wear my pj’s and no make up. I’m random and crazy. I am who I am- love me or not, I won’t change ME! Girls, put this as your status if you’re proud of who you are (but wouldn’t mind looking like a model).

This is the latest copy-and-paste status being posted by unattractive girls throughout the facebook world.

Oh the resolute stubbornness of some girls! Instead of looking at their repugnant faces in the mirror with a shred of humble introspection, they take the coward’s way out, hiding under the guise of being satisfied with “who they are” (even though deep down they’re miserable- does that last parenthetical line not say it all?).

Let’s not kid ourselves though; there are men out there with the same mentality- the beta male who declares his dogmatic devotion to a distorted worldview. I imagine the equivalent facebook status would look something like this:

“I’m not witty or charismatic. I haven’t got a sense of humor or a keen social sense. I’m far from being considered a pick-up artist but I’m me. I spend my life in the fantasy world of video games, love to keep myself busy with the minutia of daily life, and believe that love will fall into my lap someday as fate decides. I’m predictable and boring. I am who I am- love me or not, I won’t change ME! Boys, put this as your status if you’re proud of who you are (but wouldn’t mind being able to bed hot babes).”

Our increasingly indolent, entitlement-minded society has spawned more and more people who are numb to the concept of changing themselves. It’s gotten to the point that they actively fight against it. The mantra “Just be yourself” has sunk in like the average American’s ass into a couch cushion, and anyone who questions its validity in the real world is deemed an intolerant hater.

If you are a fat woman or a beta male trying to successfully sift your way through the dating market, it is not only advantageous to change, but imperative. If you want to find a mate who meets your standards (and who doesn’t?), then you first have to meet those standards yourself. Stop making excuses, stop with the smoke-and-mirrors tactics of hollow platitudes, and do what you need to do to be happy. Lose weight. Learn game. Step out of your comfort zone. But don’t ever settle.