What Do You Desire?


From a lecture given by British philosopher Alan Watts, this 3:00 clip encompasses the Crimson life philosophy: “When we finally got down to something, which the individual says he really wants to do, I will say to him, you do that and forget the money, because, if you say that getting the money is the most important thing, you will spend your life completely wasting your time. You’ll be doing things you don’t like doing in order to go on living, that is to go on doing things you don’t like doing, which is stupid. Better to have a short life that is full of what you like doing than a long life spent in a miserable way.”

The funny thing is, these anti-platitudes fit within the bounds of any overarching belief system or life philosophy. The religious, the atheist. The here-and-now, the eschatalogical. The altruistic, the objectivist. Follow what you desire, within reason of course, and don’t hold back. Money should never be used as the ends but merely as a means; otherwise, the cycle of “all retch and no vomit” will continue in perpetuum. Don’t let the goal of “acquisition” consume you; it will die with you.


Types Of Beta: The J.F. Sebastian

There is no greater teaching tool than the real-world example. The next best option is the manufactured example based on a “type” which can be found in the real world–i.e., movies.

The Manosphere is chock-full of references to the alpha-beta dynamic. But what does it mean to be an alpha or a beta? Or, more precisely, what does it look like? How exactly does the alpha succeed and the beta fail in both the hedonistic pursuit of sexual interaction and the romantic pursuit of the fulfilling relationship? In an attempt to answer this, I plan a recurring series of “Types” posts, featuring greater alphas and lesser betas and everything in between. No need to focus on omegas–just flip the channel to TLC on a weeknight sometime if you want a glimpse into that self-inflicted hell.

For my first beta type, I refer you to the sci-fi classic Blade Runner. As I watched it recently, it occurred to me how much one of the characters–J.F. Sebastian–reminded me of oh-so-many guys I’ve come across over the years.

Sebastian’s character, played by William Sanderson, is a genetic designer working for the Tyrell Corporation, which created some renegade Replicants (androids) seeking to confront their maker. Two of these Replicants–the male Batty and female Pris–use Sebastian to gain access to Tyrell, where Batty kills him (and, it is implied, Sebastian as well).

The following transcript is the scene in which Pris, who pretends to be vagabond sleeping in a pile of trash, arranges her preplanned meeting with Sebastian (my comments in crimson):

Sebastian: Hey! You forgot your bag.

Pris: I’m lost.

Sebastian: Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. (pause) What’s your name?

Pris: Pris.

Sebastian: Mine’s J. F. Sebastian.

Already he has come off as harmless as a three-legged puppy and given out his name unprovoked. Rough start.

Pris: Hi.

Sebastian: Hi. Oh, where were you going? Home?

Pris: I don’t have one. We scared each other pretty good, didn’t we?

Sebastian: We sure did.

Her frame.

Pris: I’m hungry.

J. F. Sebastian: I’ve got some stuff inside. You want to come in?

No challenge, no teasing…no fun.

Pris: I was hoping you’d say that.

As Sebastian walks up to his building to unlock the door, the camera pans on a mischievous Pris, slyly grinning as she realizes her plan is moving along swimmingly. Imagine a spoiled girl getting her daddy to cave into her desires just because she puts on the innocent act. Sebastian falls for it hook line and sinker.

[Pris and Sebastian enter building.]

Pris: Do you live in this building all by yourself?

Sebastian: Yeah, I live here pretty much alone right now. No housing shortage around here. Plenty of room for everybody. (pause)

Being a lone wolf isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it’s clear he’s not exactly turning on any preselection switches here.

Pris: (cough)

Sebastian: Watch out for the water.

Pris: Must get lonely here.

J. F. Sebastian: Mmm… Not really. I make friends… [Wait a second, maybe he can recover here!] They’re toys. My friends are toys. [Nevermind.] I make them. It’s a hobby. I’m a genetic designer. Do you know what that is?

Another unprovoked piece of information.

Pris: No.

Sebastian: Yoo-hoo, home again.

Toys: Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Good evening.

J. F. Sebastian: Good evening, fellas.

Toy 1: Oooh!

Sebastian: They’re my friends. I made them. Where are you’re folks?

Pris: I’m sort of an orphan.

Sebastian: Oh, what about your friends?

Pris: I have some, but I have to find them. I’ll let ’em know where I am tomorrow.

Sebastian: Oh. Can I take those things for you? They’re soaked aren’t they?

And finishes it off with a little dose of white knightery. You can see where this is going.

I won’t post any more of the script, as this is enough to demonstrate the J.F. Sebastian Beta. Suffice to say, he goes on to get embarrassingly cockblocked (Batty comes over and kisses Pris right in front of him), talks about why he is physically unable to leave Earth (caused by the “accelerated decrepitude” of Methuselah Syndrome), and gets killed in a naive effort to allow Batty to speak with Tyrell. (You can see that scene–great cinema, by the way– here. Note Sebastian’s bewildered, cowering demeanor at 1:53.)

For sake of argument, I’m treating the interactions Sebastian had with Pris as pick-up opportunities, even if the actual situation was not such. I simply analyze the interactions for what they are and what can be gleaned from them. Also keep in mind the crimson arts are more than picking up women in bars; they compose a suite of traits useful for any social encounter.

Further, I realize Blade Runner is far from being a film one watches to critique the nuances of good and bad game, but I saw in this side character a beta too blustering to pass up as an example. So then, my final assessment of the J.F. Sebastian, categorized by important aspects of game: (Ratings: Very weak, weak, moderate, strong, very strong)

Opening: Moderate. He allowed her to spook him in his territory, but she opened him (albeit for nefarious reasons) and he was, at the very least, engaging.

Negs/Teasing: Very weak. He presents no challenges. He fails to leverage the situation to his advantage by knocking her down a peg.

Qualifying: Very weak. Hmmm… strange girl in an ominous world just shows up out of nowhere and wants to come into your house and you abide without asking her a single qualifying question?

DHV: Weak. He has no friends besides toys, but at least he doesn’t apologize for it. Also, he seems to not give off the vibe he’s miserable in his situation, so it’s not his weakest attribute.

Preselection: Very weak. He is practically begging for a female visitor. Pris knows his sexual loneliness is a vulnerability and she takes full advantage of it.

Rapport: Moderate. Most betas aren’t bad at this; the problem is they focus solely on this and fall into the friend zone. Sebastian does his best to get to know her, but most of it is a barrage of the boring questions girls are all-too accustomed to hearing.

Frame Control: Very Weak. Whether it’s with Pris or Batty in later scenes, Sebastian’s world is always swallowed up by the world of his guests.

Physical (Body Language, KINO): Very weak. He has no sense of escalation, and exhibits mostly docile, even submissive, body language.

Dark Triad: Weak. He is a beacon of nonthreatening passivity, but I’ll give him points for having a mysterious aura about himself and for working for the shady corporation in charge of manufacturing vengeful androids.

FINAL ANALYSIS: The J.F. Sebastian is the guy who would be, coincidentally, the beta most likely to watch Blade Runner by himself in his studio apartment on a Friday night rather than go out. He is warm, independent, and has the ability to gain rapport and trust from a woman. He probably has a mildly interesting vocation and maybe, if a woman is willing to dig deep enough, an enigmatic existence and life philosophy. He has some major sticking points, however. He has no sense of what it means to be dominant, and is easily manipulated. His frame is feeble. He pedestalizes women and hopes they will like him for his dotty nice-guy disposition, to no avail. While he’s not necessarily an introvert, he is content with his enclosed world, and thus, his hopes of ever spreading his seed are low without massive game intervention and some friends willing to pull him out of his comfort zone.

If you have any ideas for an alpha or beta type whom I could analyze using this system, please comment here. There are scores of different types of men; I don’t put limits on how many examples I choose to learn from.

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.

Great Scenes Of Game On TV

The rise of feminism in the West has manifested itself in many outlets, perhaps none more overt than in the entertainment industry. For the most part, American television and cinema has become an egalitarian wasteland flooded with stories of empowered chicks having their pick in the sexual market into their menopausal years and beyond, spineless men being forced into puppydog submission by their domineering wives, gender roles being completely reversed, beta persistence paying off to “win” the girl at the end, and beautiful young women pining over glittery vampires.

However, once in awhile, a gem stands out. And in this case, it comes in one of the unlikeliest of places — the long-running hit sitcom “Friends.” While cleverly written, “Friends” consistently parroted the popular feminist shibboleths of its day underneath the warm exterior of humor — that the player life was not one to be desired, that single motherhood should be celebrated, that past sluttiness shouldn’t be a deterring factor in committing to a girlfriend or wife, that pompous wedding ceremonies and ravish rings were the only legitimate way to kick off a marriage, etc.

The diamond in the rough came in a Season Nine run of episodes featuring a romance between Rachel (Jennifer Aniston) and her co-worker Gavin (Dermot Mulroney). Gavin, the “jerk” (Rachel’s words) who filled in for her while she was away on maternity leave, displayed some excellent examples of Alphetiquette in his brief run on the show. Needless to say, if you’re someone who enjoys seeing solid game (as opposed to beta pandering) winning over the girl, you’d probably wish NBC replaced the hapless Ross (David Schwimmer) with Gavin as Rachel’s ultimate choice at the end of the series.

Here is a clip of the scenes of the episode in which Gavin is introduced, with dialogue and the Colonel’s commentary below:

Scene 1: 0:00-0:36

[Ross and Rachel, with their newborn child, head to Rachel’s office at Ralph Lauren, where she plans to be returning in two weeks. They discuss how their girl keeps being mistaken for a boy.]

The only problem with the entire pickup is unveiled right away: Gavin’s about to go after a single mom. But since it’s Jennifer Aniston, who maintained her looks well into her 30s, I’ll cut him some slack.

Rachel: Who the hell are you!?

Gavin: Who the hell are you?

Hoop 1 avoided. Gavin immediately shows he’s in charge of the conversation and he’s not playing by the rules of beta social convention by eagerly answering every question like he would in a job interview.

Rachel: I’m the hell person whose office this is!

Ross: Good one, Rache.

Guy: I’m Gavin Mitchell, the person who’s taken over your job.

Now he answers, brimming with confidence and authority.

Rachel: Excuse me?

Gavin: Oh, your baby’s so cute. Why did you put a pink bow on a boy?

Probably not a neg you’d read in The Game but it achieves the same result.

Scene 2: 0:36-2:31

Rachel: Wait a minute! What do you mean, you’re taking over my job?

Gavin: Well, while you were on your baby vacation I was doing your job.

Game principle displayed: reframing.

Rachel: A vacation? My idea of a vacation does not involve something sucking on my nipples until they are raw.

Gavin: Clearly you’ve never been to Sandles Paradise Island.

Game principle displayed: wit.

Rachel: Alright! Don’t get too comfortable there, because I’m back in two weeks! And I want everything back to the way it was. I can’t say that I care too much for the way you’ve rearranged my office.

Gavin: I can’t say I care too much for that smell you’ve brought in with you.

You’ll notice he never lets her lead the conversation. And he never goes on the defensive; he simply reframes.

Rachel: Excuse me?

Ross: Rache, we have a code brown situation.

Rachel: Can you please, please take care of it for me?

Ross: Alright, but you have to do one sometime.

Meanwhile, in Betaland, Ross is stuck changing diapers for his born-out-of-wedlock child while his baby’s momma gets hit on by an alpha right in front of him.

Rachel: Let me just get this straight! So I go have a baby and they send some guy in to do my job?

Gavin: Well, there was talk of shutting down Ralph Lauren all together.

Funniest line of the episode. He’s slowly chiseling away at the pedestal guys like Ross took years to craft for her.

Rachel: That’s right. You’re very cheeky for a temp.

Gavin: I’m not a temp. I was transferred here from another department.

Rachel: Oh yeah, what department was that? The Jerk department?

If a girl calls you a jerk, especially while bantering with you, you know you’ve activated her tingle sequence.

Gavin: Oh, they didn’t tell me about your quick wit.

If only betas understood that respect must be earned. A bad comeback deserves teasing, not feeble supplication. And women wouldn’t have it any other way.

Rachel: Did they mention that I’m rubber and you’re glue?

Mr. Zelner: (Enters) Gavin, Ralph loved your ideas.

Rachel: Oh, hi Mr. Zelner.

Mr. Zelner: Ah, Rachel, I see you’ve met Gavin. I must say, when you left us we weren’t sure what we were gonna do. But then, Gavin to the rescue. Super Gavin!

His boss is a great wingman. DHV for him so he doesn’t have to.

Rachel: That’s great. So now, Super Gavin, when I come back where are you planning on flying off to?

Gavin: Well, that’s up to Mr. Zelner. I’m sure he’ll make the right decision.

Rachel: (To herself) Oh, wow. Super ass-kissing power.

Mr. Zelner: Incidentally, when are you coming back?

Rachel: Uh…today.

Gavin: You said two weeks.

Rachel: No, I said to-day! See, for a superhero, not so much with the listening.

Scene 3: 2:31-3:20

Rachel: Alright. Now that I’m back, why don’t you just fill me in on what you’ve been up to?

Gavin: Well, I’ve changed your screensaver from that picture of N-Sync.

More teasing. Excellent.

Rachel: Hey, they were popular when I left!

Gavin: But mostly I’ve just been working on this big presentation for tomorrow.

Rachel: Well, I should be involved in that, so why don’t you get me up to speed?

Gavin: That’s gonna take weeks. Why don’t just let me take care of the presentation?

Never forget the critical importance of body language and vocal tonality in pickup. If you were to just read Gavin’s previous line of dialogue, you’d probably imagine him whining this line, pleading with Rachel to allow him to take care of the presentation. But when you watch the video, you see he gives her a back turn, throws out an authoritative hand, and speaks the question as though it were a statement.

Rachel: Oh, no no no no. I see what you’re doing here, alright, listen, this is my job buddy. Okay, I’ve had it for five years, and I know how it works, so why don’t you just catch me up?

Gavin: Fine.

Notice how his responses are almost always more terse than hers. Game principle displayed: the 2/3 rule.

Rachel: (Sits down in her chair) Oh god. You’ve totally messed with the back support of my chair. How do you fix this?

Gavin: Hey, you’ve been here five years, you figure it out.

He wins an Asshole Game gold medal for this line (and the delivery by Mulroney is perfect). In a situation where most guys would rush at the chance to aid (or, more accurately, impress) the damsel in distress, he doesn’t. Game principle displayed: Don’t be like everyone else.

Rachel: Fine, I will. (Pushes lever on chair, making it collapse) Alright, fill me in!

Note the smug, shit-eating grin at 3:15. Mulroney’s got his alpha body language down pat.

Scene 4: 3:23-5:15

Gavin: (Enters) Wow, you’re here already.

Rachel: Yes. Emma and I came in a little early to do research on the presentation. I actually made a few changes, but I think I’m caught up on everything. So ask me anything!

Gavin: How do you fix the chair?

The best way to psychologically maintain your status above hers is through humor. Never take her too seriously.

Rachel: Except that! (Mr. Zelner enters) Oh, hello, Mr. Zelner. We’re all ready for our presentation this afternoon.

Mr. Zelner: Good, because it’s in ten minutes.

Rachel: What? I can’t do that! I have the baby, and Ross is not gonna pick her up for another hour.

Mr. Zelner: Well, then Gavin can give the presentation, okay, we have to do it now. Ralph needs to leave early today. He’s going helicopter shopping.

Rachel: Alright well, there you go. You win, you win. You get to do the presentation, you’ll knock ’em dead, no one will ever remember that I worked here, and then Ralph will buy his helicopter, and Super Gavin will just fly right along side of him!

Gavin: You can do the presentation.

This is where Gavin switches gears, displaying his nice guy side. This works because he has already demonstrated enough value at this point. This is a prime example of Contrast Game. He continues to defy her expectations, which is actually more attractive to her than had he plowed through a constant onslaught of a-hole game. Game principle demonstrated: Push-pull.

Rachel: No, I can’t, I have a baby.

Gavin: I’ll watch her.

Rachel: Why would you do that?

Gavin: Because you worked really hard, and it’s your job, and you’re a little crazy.

Once he transitions, however, he makes sure to not abandon the tactics that got him to this point. This shows her the original approach was not an act, that he’s genuine.

Rachel: That’s really nice.

Gavin: I should tell you that crying women make me very uncomfortable.

Rachel: Well you’re not gonna like what’s coming. (Starts crying) I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Thank you, thank you.

Gavin: I’m really fine, don’t worry, I’m great with children. (To Emma) Gavin Mitchell. Pleased to meet you.

This is the first (and only) time he qualifies himself to her in the entire episode. I wonder how long it would have taken most men confronting the snarky, attractive woman whose job they’d taken over. And if you are going to qualify yourself, at least demonstrate a game principle while you’re doing it — in this case, protector of loved ones.

She leaves, smitten as a schoolgirl.


There are no more videos on YouTube of Mulroney scenes from the other two episodes he was in (barring a grainy 46-second clip, again in the office, featuring mostly Rachel and Monica), but Gavin eventually kisses Rachel on her balcony. As a bonus for my readers, I’ll post the dialogue of that scene here as well:

[Rachel and Monica are standing outside on the balcony of their apartment. Rachel’s birthday party has just ended.]

Monica: Well, at least you have one thing to be happy about. That jerk Gavin from your office didn’t show up (Gavin shows up at the balcony windows).

Rachel: Mmm-hmm.

Gavin: Yeah, hey. (He comes in to the balcony)

Monica: Oh, we weren’t talking about you… No, no way to recover.

Rachel: No.

(Monica goes back inside)

Gavin: Nice party.

Rachel: Well, it was, and you would have seen it if you didn’t showed up at (looks at his watch) … 9:30? God! Oh, this party was lame!

Monica: (from inside) Again, you’re welcome.

Gavin: Look, I’ll just give you this and go.

Rachel: Oh, you bought me a present! Why?

Gavin: Well, let me explain how birthday parties usually work. There are presents, and a cake, perhaps a fourth or fifth person… OK, I… got you the present to make up for being such a jerk to you earlier.

More push-pull.

Rachel: Aww. Well, ok, well that’s very nice. And you wrote a card (opens the card). “From Gavin.”

Gavin: I really mean it.

Most girls view romantic gestures from a guy who hasn’t slept with her yet, much less kissed her, as not only unnecessary, but creepy. And certainly not a tingle generator. The card (and the accompanying joke) is perfect. And he did a good job rooting (by explaining how birthdays work — plausible deniability!) why he got her a gift.

Rachel: (opens the present, it’s a green scarf) Awww, awww, it’s beautiful.

Gavin: You don’t mind? (puts it around her neck) Well, what do you know, it fits!

He doesn’t just give her a scarf; he puts it around her neck. He is unafraid to kino escalate.

Rachel: See, Gavin, you’re capable of being a nice guy. Why did you give me such a hard time?

Gavin: I’m not sure.

Rachel: Well Monica seems to think it’s because you have feelings for me.

Gavin: I do have feelings for you.

Rachel: You do?

Gavin: Yes, I feel that you are a little annoying.

Reframe, push-pull, takeaway, all melded together. Great example of well-rounded game.

Rachel: See? Why, Gavin, why? Right when I’m about to change my opinion of you, you go and you … (he kisses her) and you do that … (they kiss again)

And one more push-pull to top it off. The kiss is the inevitable icing on the cake. He had this one-set on lockdown from the second he stepped onto the balcony. With PUA lessons like this, “Friends” might have been watchable in the final season had they kept Mulroney around.

It Wouldn’t Matter

I was browsing the comments of a Manosphere blog, and came across a Mystery hater who posted a link to a YouTube video of the famed pick-up artist in set displaying that he is, according to the title, a “total fraud.” The video is heavily edited, and littered with puerile, acerbic comments on the screen while showing Mystery (i.e., “zzzzz” and “Shut up faggot”).

Admittedly, it’s not Mystery’s finest moment– the majority of the time he’s rambling, repeating overused phrases, and laughing at his own jokes. No matter how obvious it is this is clearly a piece of anti-Mystery propaganda (for example, when he laughs at his own joke, the video repeats it five times), you definitely wouldn’t conclude you’re witnessing the work of the world’s greatest pick-up artist (though I thought that was a designation given to Style, not Mystery).

But so what?

This got me thinking, what if Mystery was a fraud? What if Neil Strauss and David DeAngelo and the rest of the PUAs were all frauds?

It wouldn’t matter.

There are only two reasons why Mystery or any other PUA could be deemed a fraud– a) what he preaches isn’t true, or b) he is unable to practice what he preaches.

This video, along with most any anti-game diatribe these days, is geared at making the case based off the second reason. The person who posted the video is known as “vixenlixen,” who makes it obvious he can’t debate the merits of Mystery’s tactics, considering his inane comments inserted into the video are mere hate and nothing of substance. I should also state that contrary to being the part of the gang of usual suspects of manginas and feminazis, vixenlixen appears to be a card-carrying Manosphere member himself. He posts anti-feminism videos and links to a site called the Manhood Academy. While being critical of PUA guru types like Mystery, it looks to be a solid source for a man looking to improve his social interactions. I have no beef with that.

What I do have beef with is the idea that it is necessary, like vixenlixen and Manhood Academy believe, to attack those who led the way in the PUA movement. Mystery pioneered the science of pick-up, and what he’s published has been field-tested time and time again for over a decade with success. Countless men have reaped the benefits of the Mystery Method algorithm and its modified progeny. Castigating Mystery is doing men a disservice because it is eliminating a viable option, no matter how limited it may be in scope compared to modern PUAs who have built off his work, in allowing men to get sex and love.

So now, to the only viable reason Mystery could be a fraud– he is unable to practice what he preaches. By showing unflattering footage of a pick-up artist in-field, vixenlixen hopes to discredit him, and consequently, his method. This video, however, does not achieve that goal.

First of all, we are given no context. Mystery could have been drunk, sick, or otherwise incapacitated. He did not appear to possess the swagger or eloquence that he has displayed in other similar situations. (Yet he still managed to get girls engaged– they laughed and initiated kino with him.)

Secondly, and more importantly, such is the life of ANY pick-up artist. Anyone who goes out in public on a consistent basis and has the balls to talk to girls he doesn’t know WILL experience nights like this. There WILL be awkward moments, he WILL look like a buffoon, and he WILL get rejected. Rejection is part of the game; anyone who claims otherwise is the real fraud. Mastering pick-up is, above all, going out and talking to literally thousands of women. Mystery and his disciples have made that fact clear as day in everything they’ve written. So you can watch this video and conclude Mystery is a horrible pick-up artist (despite the mountains of testimony to the contrary) or you can watch this video and learn that even the best face struggles and experience off-nights. Most of us believe we learn more from our failures than we do our successes; then why can’t we hold pick-up artists to the same standard? Do we criticize a baseball player whose batting average is .300 or do we vote to send him to the all-star game? Rhetorical.

Though I felt it was important to defend the PUAs who helped open the eyes of men like me who’ve risen from the ashes of sexual market cluelessness, most of this post was a digression from the ultimate point– that it wouldn’t matter if Mystery was a fraud. Even if Mystery sucked in set, it wouldn’t fucking matter. This whole anti-PUA fad among certain Manosphere guys is one giant shit test geared to weed out the weaklings. (Why? Less competition.) This is about your inner game, not Mystery’s. You know his basic premises are true. Learn from them what you will, add other perspectives to them as you wish, but don’t give up on the game because its pioneer looks mediocre in a 10-minute YouTube video.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Whether you believe game is a scam or not, you’re right. Whatever belief you choose will manifest in your results.

Don’t worry about what Mystery does. Worry about getting out there and mastering your own life.

This Video Tells The Truth…And Makes Me Laugh

Don’t have a grandson with a dog collar.

Robbie Williams Runs A Clinic

I present to you British pop singer Robbie Williams… game master:


Robbie, by virtue of rock star status alone, could be considered a super alpha male. But add to that the fact that he has extraordinary game skills, and you’ve got a great exemplar to whom any aspiring alpha male should look.

A few characteristics he exhibits (among many):

-Teasing: He doesn’t take her seriously (and based off her lame interview, why should he?). He calls her out her sloppiness. Women love that.

-Genuine humor: “My knee’s still broke, my tendon’s still snapped…” I’m laughing out loud here.

-Escalation: He builds up and takes away the sexual tension as he so desires. She loves it. Notice he doesn’t begin with extremely high levels (and thus make her uncomfortable); he waits until he know he’s hooked her. His calibration is spot-on.

-Frame: He’s basically running the interview. “Come on, one more question…”

To sum up succinctly: Williams is entertaining as hell to watch in-field and the lass interviewing him has never been more turned on in her life.

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.

Girlfriend Runs Toward Gunfire For Her Man

I was watching VH1’s 40 Greatest Pranks 3 the other day, and a certain Scare Tactics bit caught my attention.

I’m having trouble finding the actual prank in its entirety online, but this Scare Tactics Season 3 preview shows enough to allow me to illustrate my point. It shows our heroine from 0:30 to 0:36, 1:22 to 1:26, and again from 1:36 to 1:40.

Basically, it went down as follows: a van of friends (including our victim who looks just like Kristen Stewart, and her boyfriend, who was in on the joke) picks up a hitchhiker on the side of the road in the middle of the desert. Turns out he’s been infected with something nasty, as guys with hazmat suits pull over the van. After the hitchhiker is taken away (and then promptly shot, or so she thinks), KrisTwin’s boyfriend (who appeared to be infected) is taken away into a nearby tent. Next thing, she hears gunfire coming from the tent.

And what does she do?

She runs in after him. (See the 1:22-1:26 bit.)

How much do you care to wager her boyfriend was Alpha? (I mean, he was setting her up to get scared shitless on national TV. No beta would do that.) Our brave Bella did not cower in terror, worried only about self-preservation, like so many girls (or hell, people) would do, she went in after him, seemingly more concerned about her man’s life than her own. Her actions were so unexpected that the Scare Tactics crew had to let the cat out of the bag as soon she entered the tent- they didn’t even attempt to hide cameras in there because… well, who runs towards gunfire?

A woman in love, that’s who.

Gentlemen, this is a prime example of a boyfriend having higher status than his girlfriend- the way nature intended. KrisTwin isn’t too bad looking either, so it’s clear he’s DHV’d himself through the roof- all the way to finding a hot girlfriend willing to die for him.


P.S. Note the staunch difference in reactions between our heroine and the other girls who got pranked in this preview. Who would you rather date? KrisTwin, “I’m just a model” girl, or the bitch on the bus who couldn’t even sit in the same seat as the nearby child (whom she thought was in the same position as she was)?

It Was Worth A Shot

That look of of pure and unadulterated lust Ellen Page has in her eyes at endscene is priceless. This is how it’s done, gentlemen.